Sweett Victory | By : Heyoo Category: M through R > Riverdale Views: 5977 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Veronica Lodge’s sparkling dark eyes fluttered open in an instant, the raven haired rich girl sensing imbalance despite the fact that she actually felt more well-rested than she had been in months. After all, applying to ivy leagues, outsmarting her family, and administering three different businesses didn’t allow a lot of time for beauty sleep. So why did it feel like she had just snapped out of the deepest slumber of her life?
Another alarm went off in Veronica’s head once she realized her current surroundings were far from familiar. Instead of waking up in the comfort of her cushy room in The Pembrooke, she was greeted by peeling, chipped, and faded pastel sky blue walls covered in a clutter of shelves and various oddities that were nearly as expensive as the lineup of luxuries the Lodges so proudly showcased in their home. On top of that, a blinding beam of bright sun seeped through the stained glass window that stood in the center of this unrecognizable room, the socialite’s eyelids struggling to stay open as they were overwhelmed by the shining light.
The next wave of horror coursed through her once she realized she was restrained to this lumpy bed, as two purple leathers were wrapped around the bedpost and tied to the lavish Lodge’s arms. And not only that, but she had somehow been dressed up in one of her more revealing outfits, a sinfully skimpy black dress that perfectly displayed her cleavage and cut off right below her thighs. It was with this revelation that her mind started to race, a parade of perilous outcomes flooding her brain. She didn’t want to buy into the abject horror gnawing at the back of her brain, she truly didn’t wish to believe that someone meant to take care of her and guide her through the chaos and danger of the world would seemingly kidnap her for still unspecified nefarious means, but the petrifying possibility that her powerful patriarch was persisting in his attempts to win this everlasting battle of wills between the two of them by concocting another undoubtedly diabolical scheme was one that grew more plausible with each passing moment.
Ready to give her fiendish father a piece of her mind, Veronica barked out, “Where are you, Daddy?!”
Thus, imagine Veronica’s surprise when she heard an alien chuckle, and a distinctly feminine voice reply, “Hmm, not the usual title I’m given, but I guess I can roll with it. After all, ‘Daddy Donna’ does have a nice ring to it.”
“Wh-What? Who ar-” Veronica began to frantically babble before realization struck the raven haired rich girl and she immediately began squirming in her bondage. “Wait...Donna...you’re...you’re that psycho prep school bitch that’s been targeting Betty!”
“Wow,” The Stonewall student stated nonchalantly as she sauntered into the room, “Pretty and smart. What can’t you do?”
“Let me go!” Veronica indignantly cried, desperately trying to find a way to escape her restraints. “I don’t know what you’re planning but I swear to God, if you’re anywhere near as smart as your overrated and over privileged snob school touts you to be, you’ll leave me the hell out of this. Betty can fight her own battles.”
“Can she now?” Donna smiled maniacally as she curiously licked her lips, a flicker of unfettered frenzy lighting up her eyes before she called out, “Sweetie, come on in here! Your friend is waiting.”
Veronica’s jaw dropped down to the ground once she witnessed what came next. There, crawling into the room on all fours like some type of domesticated animal, was none other than Betty Cooper. Her Betty Cooper. The girl who had been by her side practically the entire time she had resided in this backwards bone-chilling town, and who had fervently fought for Veronica the same way that Veronica had consistently stood up for her. And now? Now, she stood in front of her, not as a girl at all. Hell, not as a human being at all. Her eyes were vacant, her slightly parted lips curled into a small coy smile, any semblance of her former demeanor no longer present in any single way, shape, or form.
“Hey V.” The Cooper cutely cooed, a brief flirtatious giggle accompanying her words.
The lavish Lodge continued to look on with shock and terror, and Donna could barely contain her excitement. All the pieces were falling in place for her lewd plan to go on without a hitch, as she currently had Betty’s audacious curvaceous bestie wrapped around her finger. Yes, fear was primarily the response displayed on Veronica’s pretty face, but amidst her alarm was also a hint of intrigue, the stunning Latina clearly curious as to how her closest friend had ended up in this state.
Confirming her curiosity, Veronica questioned, “What happened, B?”, which only led to Betty mindlessly giggling again.
“Betty, don’t be rude!” Donna chided as she suppressed a chuckle of her own. “Why don’t you tell your little friend here exactly what I did to you?”
The Cooper girl contemplated for a good long while, the effort it took to do so evident on her face, before she gave up altogether and pitifully whined, “Mmm, I can’t remember! Thinking makes my brain hurt. Can’t I just get my ass fucked instead?”
Despite trying, Donna couldn’t stifle her laughter at that request, Betty painting a beautiful picture for Veronica of how broken she truly was, and how broken the luscious Lodge soon would be.
“I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything different from a walking fuckhole like you,” Donna chortled before turning to the still stunned stunner tied to the bed with a devilish simper quickly spreading across her face, “So allow me to explain, ‘Ronnie’. Can I call you ‘Ronnie’? I know that we’ve just formally met, but I already feel like we’ve formed a deeper connection here.”
“Just get on with it,” Veronica dryly replied.
“Aw, trying to make demands? That’s cute.” Donna snidely snickered. “But I’ll bite--as you can see, I’ve molded Betty into a perfect little submissive that I can use for my pleasure. She gets the privilege of eating out my cunt whenever I see fit, and I fuck her beautiful booty on the reg. Any questions?”
“I-I...H-how? Why? When?” The once confident Latina sputtered and stuttered, utterly baffled by the sudden death of the Betty Cooper she knew and loved.
“It’s all quite simple really,” Donna shrugged, “Day in and day out, your precious Betty railed against me. Called me a bitch. Said I was obsessed with her. Told me to throw in the towel. But it was patently obvious to me she was projecting. Everything she accused me of being and feeling, that was what was stirring inside of her. She was obsessed with me, and thus, consequently wanted to concede our battle and be my bitch. It’s all very Freudian, y’know?”
“I’m glad your supposedly prestigious mind has been able to absorb a Wikipedia-level understanding of psychology,” Veronica scoffed, “But if you think you’ve emerged the victor here, you have another thing coming. I’m not sure what horrific hoops you jumped through to brainwash B, but it ends here. For all your alleged knowledge, there’s apparently one lesson you have yet to learn: Never. Cross. A Lodge. You mess with Betty, you mess with me. And when I find a way to break free from this death trap you’ve concocted, I’m gonna give you your head. So, keep it up, Donna. Laugh like the manic psychopath you are and try—try—to lay a finger on my girl, because I promise you—“
“Stop it V!” Betty loudly whined, catching her bestie off guard.
Composing herself, Veronica softly murmured, “Betty…”
“I love being used by Donna. It’s all I was ever meant for.” The Cooper confessed “She’s a real woman and we’re all just her playthings. Oh God, I know you want to help, V, but there’s nothing to do, because Donna domming me is what’s best for everyone. Mmm, she just fucks me so good.”
Scowling at the conniving Stonewall student, Veronica hopelessly struggled against her bondage as she ferociously screeched, “You’ll NEVER get away with this! I’ll make sure of it!”
All Donna could do was chuckle as her latest prey helplessly squirmed, commenting, “Aw, you’re so cute when you’re jealous.”
The remark made the raven haired rich girl freeze dead in her tracks and raise an eyebrow, “ Jealous ?”
“Oh, puh-lease,” Donna groaned. “It’s painfully obvious you want Betty Cooper. I mean, hell, she’s told me all about how desperate you were to kiss her at your little cheerleading tryout.”
“I just wanted us to get on the squad,” Veronica mumbled.
“And she told me all about how eager you two were to munch each other’s boxes.”
Blushing furiously, Veronica weakly protested, “We were drunk and horny. Nothing more. Nothing less. Betty is my bestie, but my heart belongs to Archie.”
Donna wasn’t buying it.
“Ok, let me get this straight.” Donna began, “Hmmm...poor choice of words. Let me get this sorted out . One of the first things you do when you get into your stupid dumpster town is pull Betts here into a steamy passionate makeout session, and you’ve ‘drunkenly’ 69ed with her on more than one occasion, and, as ‘Ponytail’ has regailed, you’ve seemed to perpetually eyefuck her, yet you’re not jealous in the slightest.”
Mortified, Veronica glanced over to the hollow shell of the Betty Cooper she once knew, asking, “You noticed?”
“Yeah, V.” Betty admitted while looking down at the floor, some of her signature playful sass restored as she murmured, “It was kind of hard not to.”
Blushing a bright beet red, Veronica’s eyes turned over to her tormentor, “Look, B’s a total smokeshow. I’ll openly admit that. But if you think that extends into anything deeper, you’re deluding yourself.”
“ I’m deluding myself ? Ok.” Donna chuckled. “Well, I'll tell you what, ‘Ronnie’. If you’re really so desperate in proving that the monotonous meathead you’re keeping off the market is anything other than a viable beard, then surely you wouldn’t mind watching Betty worship my body like the perfect little sub she is. Hell, if you can go the whole time without pitifully begging to take my place, I may even set you free. How about that?”
Her eyes narrowing with laser-focused determination, Veronica gamely replied, “You’re so on.”
“Good.” Donna smiled. “Ohhh Beeettyy. Time to fulfill your purpose, sweetie. Go ahead and strip for us. And make sure it’s nice and slow. Mmm, really put on a show.”
“Yes Donna.” Betty bashfully batted her eyelashes before instantaneously complying by pulling herself up off of the floor and onto her wobbly long legs.
While her balance was off at the onset, Betty quickly recovered and began to transition into a clearly well-prepared striptease. The bubbly blonde gradually removed her adorable heart-patterned top and made sure she pushed her chest out while doing so, allowing both women to leer lustfully at her beautiful bountiful B-cup breasts. She then meticulously removed the revealing rosey pink bra that clung to said chest, her perky picturesque pair so angelic it wasn’t hard to believe they had been carefully crafted by the good Lord himself, Donna and Veronica salivating once that supple set was shed bare of its barriers. Her wide eyes twinkling and her lips curling up into an endearing smile in response to this reaction, Betty gaily twirled around so that her back was facing her audience, as she knew exactly what Donna wanted to see during their nights together, namely her shapely ass. Donna’s desire to see that delightful derriere actually allowed Betty a rare sense of control as she pulled down her tight fitting, practically painted on jeans inch by inch, this plodding pace causing impatience to bubble up within Donna.
And Veronica.
Oh God, Veronica really didn’t want to admit it, but all of this was so fucking hot. Seeing the girl she had admired since her arrival molded into nothing more than a mindless and almost mechanically programmed piece of meat made her way wetter than she thought possible, and with each passing moment in which more and more of her hot body was revealed, Veronica’s clit suddenly surged with a wanton want. She wanted Betty Cooper. Fuck! Donna was so unbelievably right.
No, no, no! She was getting ahead of herself. Anyone would be turned on by this. She was watching her sexy blonde bestie perform a masterful striptease. Arousal was only natural. Besides, there was nothing THAT earth-shattering occurring here. Veronica had seen Betty naked countless times in the girls’ locker room. What made this situation all that different? Other than the fact that instead of getting ready for cheer practice, Betty was getting ready to display her undying sexual devotion to Donna, a woman she had previously fought tooth and nail against.
Maybe she had just answered her own question.
For her part, Donna couldn’t contain her joy as her eyes darted back and forth between Betty showing off her top notch body and Veronica doing everything she could not to openly drool. In fact, her eyes may have drifted over to Veronica more than Betty, which was shocking, given how much she loved staring at her bitch’s birthday suit. However, Veronica’s denial was downright delightful, and if she was already this obviously aroused by a simple striptease, Donna wasn’t sure how she would be able to hold on when Betty was engaging in acts far dirtier. Of course, her attention snapped back to the brainy blonde once those jeans were around her ankles and she got to lustfully lock her eyes Betty’s tiny thong, rose-colored so that it matched the bra she was no longer wearing, barely covering the golden haired girl’s ass crack. And soon, it wasn’t covering it at all, as she sensually slid those pretty panties off her well-rounded rump.
That riveting reveal of her ravishing rear might have been the highlight of this sexy little show any other day, but instead, Veronica’s reaction once again took the cake, the raven haired rich girl audibly panting like an avid rabid dog, energized by seeing her closest friend assume such a compromising position. Making matters even better, Betty undid her ponytail and gave a glance over her shoulder, delivering a sickeningly seductive lip bite as she gazed directly into Veronica’s eyes.
Ho. Ly. Shit.
If Veronica’s panties had been slightly damp before, they were now totally soaked. This display was almost too much for Veronica’s mind to process. She had always found Betty incredibly attractive, but now...now she desperately dreamed of bending Betty over and fucking her brains out into oblivion. She needed to. If she didn’t walk away from today owning all of the blonde’s holes, she could consider her entire time here a wash.
Unfortunately, she would have to wait a while before an opportunity arose for her to do something that exhilarating, Donna instead beckoning Betty over by snapping her fingers, the hot blonde dropping down to her knees at the drop of a hat.
“Now…” Donna started. “Grovel at my fucking feet!”
“Yes Donna.” Betty quickly murmured before planting her lips down on Donna’s left louboutin heel.
As far as Betty was concerned, this was the life . She hadn’t wanted to admit it at first, but she needed Donna Sweett to show her where she truly belonged in the world’s pecking order. For so long, Betty had seen supposedly self-assured girls like Veronica Lodge and actively strived to be more like them, but doing so was incredibly silly because that wasn’t her. Some women were made to overstep while others were made to be stepped over, and Betty definitely fell into the latter category. She had officially transitioned into the permanent role of a prep schooler’s pet, albeit after encountering a bit of a bumpy start, the beginning of this process being painfully awkward in many respects. First came the breakup with Jughead. Donna had already clued into the fact that the sardonic beanie wearer was still alive but she had forced the revelation out of the blonde under the threat of not assfucking that anal whore for an entire week just to confirm her suspicions. Thus, one fateful night, Donna had descended into the bunker with Betty by her side and began rectally ramming the hell out of her, awaiting the ‘weirdo’s’ arrival. Sure enough, Jughead unwittingly entered the scene and was greeted to the sight of his ‘Juliet’ being roughly sodomized by the very girl who had haphazardly devised a plan to cause his demise. He would never forget Betty’s heavenly face contorting in pleasure as a strap-on plunged into the depths of her bowels, and he would never forget Betty’s quavering voice as she attempted to explain this unthinkable situation.
“I-I-I’m sorry Juggie,” Betty eventually squealed, “It just feels soooo gooooood!”
“That’s right, Jughead,” Donna happily cackled as she continued to plow away. “Your darling Betty belongs to me! She’s my bitch!”
Betty would never forget the unfathomable amount of disappointment that filled Jughead’s eyes, and she would never forget the way he couldn’t even completely look at her, his gaze trailing down to the floor instead. However, what Betty remembered above all else was how little she cared. She almost couldn’t believe it, but Donna’s all-conquering cock had conditioned her to no longer worry about something as profound as ‘romance’ because her simple mind couldn’t handle that. No, a stupid whore like her deserved to be used as a fuckhole and nothing more. Sure, sometimes Donna would pull her into a rough and forceful kiss, but that was Donna asserting her dominance, not displaying her affection. By and large, her love life was wholly terminated, yet Betty couldn’t be happier.
What had made Betty less happy was her constantly decreasing GPA, but she could learn to live with it. The hardest part in all honesty was enduring the inane and insane lectures she received from her mother. Alice would blab on and on and on, asking how Betty could go from achieving an exemplary 4.0 average to struggling to maintain a pithy 2.0 average, and each time, Betty would stumble through some bullshit answer, because she could never be forthright with the reality. How could she tell her prudish mother that the only thing she was consistently and intently studying was Donna’s dripping cunt? How could she tell her that instead of finishing her homework, she was finishing all over Donna’s rubber cock after sliding her pretty pussy up and down its full 12 inches? And how could she admit to her mom that instead of showing up to class and taking tests, she was getting shown up by a high class prep schooler and taking a strap-on up her plump ass? The bottom line was: she couldn’t. She never could confess to her mother that she was so committed to being this beautiful brunette’s bottom that she didn’t actually give two shits if her grades started to slip because she wasn’t planning on going to college anymore anyway, instead deciding her time would be better served being kept inside the dorm room of whatever prestigious university Donna attended and spending every waking moment eagerly awaiting the next sex session she could share with the sociopathic genius. She knew there was a naive middle school Betty Cooper whose heart was broken by the fact that her future self wasn’t attending Yale, but her younger self had not been made privy to her life’s true purpose and would have never foreseen how perfect being Donna’s subservient submissive would be.
That perfection was presently evident as she was permitted to indulge in the privilege of kissing up and down Donna’s shoes, becoming the brunette’s bootlicker in the most literal sense. She silently wished this pricey footwear was removed from the equation, so she could at least bask in the glory of these bare feet. Or better yet, skip this unnecessary first step altogether, and get down to some serious muff munching fun. Unfortunately, she just had to roll with what Donna gave her, and thus she continued to plant her lips down onto these high heels for what felt like ages until her inexperience reared its ugly head as the once confident teen detective allowed her impatience to get the best of her, the attractive blonde attempting to slyly kiss her way up Donna’s legs and sneakily shove her head beneath Donna’s skirt so she could swiftly flit her tongue across that delicious bald pussy. Sadly, she didn’t get very far before the Stonie swatted her head down, Betty yelping in shock and pain.
“Did I order you to stop kissing my expensive heels?” Donna spat.
“No Donna.” Betty pouted
“Then do as you’re told, bitch!” Donna barked.
“Yes Donna.” Betty mumbled, moving back down to Donna’s feet.
A part of Donna undoubtedly wanted Betty to begin her stunning cunnilingus, but she knew better than to surrender any of her control in this situation, especially now that she had captured Veronica--in more ways than one. Obviously, she had literally kidnapped the lavish ravishing Lodge, but she had also caught her attention, which wasn’t a huge breakthrough, given that her girl boner for Betty Cooper was an open secret at this point. Still, Veronica’s attention hadn’t been averted for a single second as she looked on at her BFF proudly declaring her inferiority to this stuck up Stonewall student, and it was clear from the look on the Lodge’s face that a painstaking envy was rising inside her the longer she had to stay tied up, merely watching this action transpire before her.
It was also clear to Donna that the tactics she was employing in order to exhibit her power were actually counteractive, as her needy cunt was practically screaming for some attention, or at least for something more exciting than simple feet grovelling. Stupidly, the Stonie had backed herself into a corner. If she demanded Betty ate her out so soon after denying her that privilege, she could come across as weak and indecisive. Conversely, if she didn’t have Betty put her trained tongue to better use, she would lose her collected composure completely.
Coming to a compromise, Donna leisurely undid her skirt while commanding, “Eat my ass, Betty! Mmm, I know you want to dart your tongue in and out of my tight snatch, but quite frankly, it’s beneath me to let you do that. A nasty slut needs a nasty hole to match, so go ahead and stick your tongue up my butthole, Betty.”
Grinning from ear to ear, Betty quickly answered, “Yes Donna.”
Betty rapidly crawled into place so that she was right in front of Donna’s behind, and then shamelessly drooled once that backside was revealed to her. After absentmindedly observing the tight-ass’s tight ass for a few long seconds, Betty pushed her face forward, inhaling nothing but butt before gradually graduating to gently kissing this heavenly backside, going back and forth between each glowing pillowy cheek and leaving a trail of small kisses that seemed to please the preppie.
“Mmm, yeah, just like that.” Donna encouraged her sub. “Take your rightful place. Show me what a loyal little ass kisser you are, Betty. Oh, it must be exhausting, being inferior to all of the real women that walk the earth, but at least you can wind down by showing my butt the proper respect it deserves. So, don’t be shy, sweetie. Go ahead and really bury your face back there. A perverted slut like you should feel free to suffocate herself in a dirty hole like this.”
All too eager to oblige, Betty did her best to get her wanton watering mouth and pretty little face as deep inside those firm cheeks as possible, though thankfully she was given some assistance from her owner, Donna taking a hold of the winsome weakling’s pretty blonde head and shoving it forward to maximize the depths Betty’s strawberry glossed lips and soft pink tongue could cover. Emboldened by this move from her mistress, Betty frantically lapped away at that hole like her life depended on it, her tongue getting far enough to signify her owner wasn’t necessarily an angel when it came to anal but that she was certainly a lot more dignified and modest than Betty—which to be fair, wasn’t saying much. Still, there was no mistake to be made that even if Donna wasn’t a backdoor virgin, she had the decency that her sub sorely lacked. And Betty was more than ok with that, because she’d trade ‘decency’ for a delicious butt to munch on any day of the week.
The longer this rimming continued, the more Donna’s mild moans filled the room, but those quiet cries weren’t the only sounds travelling across the air. In a sign that Veronica’s resolve would soon dissolve, a series of pitiful whines exited the New York native’s mouth whilst her wide eyes were transfixed on this hypnotic and erotic act in front of her. As she saw her once confident confidant gleefully debase herself, Veronica’s mind raced with thoughts of Betty doing the exact same thing to her. Oh, she would love it if her backside was the one that the once “sweet and innocent” teen was worshipping. Hearing the way Donna was reacting to this rimming made it apparent the bubbly blonde was an absolute pro at this, so what gave her the right to hog this masterful butt munching hottie all to herself?
Fueling Veronica’s insatiable need further was the fact that she was unable to touch herself throughout observing this sordid affair. She was left unable to suppress the lustful urges surging through her knockout body, Veronica on the verge of truly losing it as her quivering clit burned with desire. She needed to be let free so she could shove Betty’s enchanting face so far up her bunghole that Betty could barely breathe. Oh shit, she wanted to feel Betty’s tongue up her butt so bad. Deciding she desperately needed to distract herself from all of these invasive salacious thoughts rushing through her brain, Veronica closed her eyes in order to no longer witness this hypnotic erotic act. However, this tactic turned out to be counteractive, because the moment she closed her eyes was the moment her envisioning grew more vivid, Veronica swearing she could practically feel Betty’s warm saliva sliding around her puckered hole, leading the teen entrepreneur’s eyes to abruptly pop open and her mouth to let out another forlorn howl of frustration.
Everything was okay. Everything was alright. She just needed to calm down. It was 100% natural for her to be feeling this way. She had been suddenly shoved into a sexual situation, of course she’d be getting aroused, regardless of who was involved. Dreaming of a gleaming Betty beaming as she tongued Veronica’s backside was merely a side effect of the moment and absolutely not an indicator of any underlying feelings towards Betty she needed to deal with.
Able to rest easy with that knowledge, Veronica felt slightly less embarrassed when she eventually murmured, “Hey D-Donna.”
“Just a--mnh…” Donna interrupted herself with a pleasure filled moan as Betty’s tongue kept brushing against her anal cavity but she soon recovered, “Just a second.”
Reluctantly, Donna pushed Betty away from her solid booty, leaving the Cooper girl to let out a wretched squawk as she fell to the floor. Donna couldn’t care less for her sub’s well, the privileged preppie actually having the gall to carelessly step on Betty’s body as she made her way over to the bound babe.
“You called?” Donna cheerily chuckled.
“Please…” Veronica softly murmured.
“What’s up, ‘Ronnie’?” Donna disingenuously questioned.
“..Ugh..Pl...Please untie me.” The rich girl requested.
“Why should I?” The prep schooler pushed, though she suspected she knew the answer.
“Because…” Veronica sighed, her voice at a near whisper once she conceded, “I want in.”
“Whatever do you mean?” Donna teased, feigning ignorance.
Unamused, the Lodge spat back, “You know damn well what I mean.”
Her mouth briskly flipping from a mischievous smirk to a fear-invoking scowl, Donna growled, “Bad girl. That’s no way to talk to your future owner, is it?”
Knowing this backtalk hurt her cause but also knowing her dignity shouldn’t be sacrificed, Veronica defiantly responded, “Nobody owns me but me.”
Loudly sighing, Donna shrugged, “Ok.”
And with that, Donna resumed ignoring Veronica’s presence, turning her attention back to the blonde bottom sprawled out on the floor. The Stonie prodded the former straight A student’s ribs with her heel, prompting the sub to stir. Donna grabbed a hold of Betty’s cute little face and smiled as she reveled in the way her underling gazed longingly into her eyes. She facetiously cupped that face lovingly before turning on a dime, abruptly bitch slapping the living daylights out of the Riverdale resident, taking her anger with Veronica out on Betty, but she had no regrets because she knew this masochistic loser got off on being treated like dirt.
“Since your stupid little friend doesn’t wanna play nice, go back to munching my butt!” The sadistic Stonewall student shouted.
Her cheek still numb from pain, Betty managed to reply, “Yes Donna.”
She was hiding it well but Betty was deeply upset. Not because Donna had slapped her—she had almost cum from that. No, Betty was disheartened because Veronica remained disillusioned with her place in life, the raven haired rich bitch refusing to realize she belonged to Donna. Every girl in Riverdale did. Donna was just that fucking dominant. But instead of accepting reality, Veronica had waged war with Betty’s mistress, and hearing anyone treat her top that way shook the Cooper to her core. Thankfully, she could seek solace in the fact that she was lodging her face up Donna’s compact ass again. She knew she had only spent a few minutes not rimming this rectum but it felt like it had been days upon days, so she was grateful she could resume this glorious task.
Veronica was fuming —which she knew was Donna’s aim, but still. She had been so close to getting involved in this hot lesbian action before Donna decided to scold her instead. Granted, that scolding was warranted, but...but...ah fuck, couldn’t Donna make an exception just this once? Veronica was so horny, but she also didn’t want to offer up all of her agency. That was why this predicament was so difficult. It seemed Donna wouldn’t engage with her unless she relinquished all of her control. But she liked having control. Power was a part of the Lodge brand! She couldn’t drop all of her integrity just like that.
Could she?
As she was once again burdened with the sight and sound of Donna moaning from Betty frantically lapping, she felt like she might have to. And horrifyingly, it wasn’t only because she wanted Betty to eat her ass. That was still the most prevalent image in her imagination, but another vision had crept into her mind. She could picture herself kneeling down right next to Betty, joining the blonde in exalting Donna’s booty, her tongue caressing that crack before she started lapping away at that rear hole with the same frenzy Betty was exhibiting right now. She would’ve never thought these fantasies would be racking her brain, however, the overprivileged preppy had exuded such unwavering dominance since arriving that submitting to her was beginning to feel like a foregone conclusion. Oh God, was Veronica really willing to sacrifice all of her assertiveness in order to ensure her raging libido subsided? It certainly seemed that way, the Lodge extremely close to breaking and begging Donna to untie her and treat her like a worthless little nothing. Thankfully, it didn’t have to come to that...yet.
Donna was fairly sure she could spend the rest of the morning just standing there, savouring the feeling of her sub’s soft tongue swirling all around her backside. However, she truly did want to incorporate her captivating captive in some way. But she also knew she couldn’t condone her bad behavior. Ugh, so much to grapple with!
Eventually, her mind concocted a compromise as she thought of a genius way to both get Veronica involved in the proceedings while also punishing her for her poor attitude. Ready to enter the next phase of this morning, Donna began to walk away from Betty. However, much to her shock and joy, Betty followed her step for step, her pretty face never exiting the brunette’s backside. That action nearly caused Donna to abandon her plan and allow Betty to tongue her tush for a few more moments, but she begrudgingly recognized it was time to move on.
“You’re such a perfect sub,” Donna fawned, “But you can go ahead and quit munching my butt, Betty. I have somewhere else you can put that slutty little mouth of yours.”
After initially sulking due to this second round of rimming being cut short, Betty immediately perked up upon hearing Donna’s words, hopefully asking, “Am I going to get to eat your pretty pussy?”
“Not quite,” Donna replied as she sauntered over to Veronica, motioning for a dejected Betty to follow.
Donna then grinned as she crawled up onto the bed and hovered over a very confused and frustrated Veronica, the Stonie’s lips twisting into an evil smile as she stared directly into Veronica’s wide brown eyes. After taking a couple of seconds to build further anticipation, the prissy prep schooler slithered down slightly so that she was hovering right above the La Bonne Nuit owner’s sizable rack, Donna’s jaw dropping as she was momentarily stunned by that robust bust. Thankfully, she was a true pro and recovered quickly, pulling that low-cut neckline down so that those big breasts could burst free, Donna showing a remarkable amount of strength as she began to actually tear Veronica’s lacy black bra apart, causing the raven haired rich girl to gasp in surprise as her expensive undergarment was ripped up in front of her. Once the Stonewall student had successfully shredded those C-cups, she rolled off the bed--a move that surprised even herself. Mere months ago, she would’ve been unable to resist motorboating those massive mounds, and even now, she wanted to leap back onto her bed and bury her face in that large chest. But she also had a clear vision and she wanted to see it through to the end, so she worked to restrain herself just this once.
“Betty,” Donna turned to the bubbly blonde and gestured to the hottie laid out on the bed, “Have at it.”
Realizing she was being given the opportunity to worship these titanic tits, Betty squealed, “Thank you, Donna!”
Like a woman possessed, Betty hopped up onto the bed and immediately pushed her face down into the raven haired babe’s boobs, exhibiting the lack of self control Donna wished she could embrace. From the onset, Betty assaulted these round mounds of flesh with an oral onslaught, her strawberry glossed lips wrapping around the pink peak of Veronica’s left breast, Betty applying as much pressure as she could while frantically sucking that nipple, intermixing her tongue in the action. Such an intense suction led the Lodge to loudly wail, half in pleasure and half in hopelessness, as her twitching clit was aching for attention. Normally, Veronica would welcome a good old fashioned tit sucking, but not when her twat was sopping this hard. All she needed right now was to cum, and that sensation had never occurred simply from feeling a warm eager mouth wrapped around her nipples, not that some of her lovers hadn’t tried. Hell, Archie usually spent longer motorboating her melons than he did pounding her pussy, the ginger haired jock absolutely obsessed with her magnificently formed mounds of flesh. Although, Betty certainly was giving him a run for his money as she fervently slurped away, the blonde bombshell falling into a frenetic rhythm as she focused all of her attention on providing as much pressure as humanly possible to that swollen nub.
Even Betty was a tad shocked she had gotten this unhinged, but being confronted with the lavish Lodge’s bewitching bosom had left her in an altered state, her world shifting in seconds as she saw her best friend in a whole new light. Well, enough alcohol had gotten her to this point before, but this was the first time she was sober and able to truly take in how incredible Veronica’s hot body was. Vociferously sucking and licking these nubile knockers was the best way for her to show that appreciation, the teen journalist becoming a bit bolder by adding her teeth to the equation, her pearly whites lightly grazing the stiff tip of her left nipple. It was a risk for sure, but it seemed to pay off as it led the Lodge to moan even louder, Veronica proving she was as much of a naughty pain slut as Betty was. Of course, Betty tried as best she could to not do anything that would hurt Veronica too badly, although she didn’t haven’t complete autonomy over her actions as the utter arousal rushing through her set her on autopilot, the blonde simply doing what she knew Donna had enjoyed during the rare instances Betty was permitted to worship the brunette’s bosom. After giving an apt amount of attention to the raven haired rum maker’s left boob, Betty kissed her way over to that firm right breast. The mental high of getting to taste these taut tits had perhaps subsided because the blonde was able to control herself a bit better as she started sucking on her bestie’s tightly-beaded bud with a little less force right out of the gate. Instead of the crazed pace she had previously opened with, Betty slowly, almost cautiously, stuck out her tongue and circled it around the teen entrepreneur’s areola, leading the wealthy New York native to shudder.
Veronica’s snatch was on fire right now. The last thing she needed was a decrease in intensity. Oh, would any of this be happening if she would’ve just conceded her power to Donna and allowed her to claim to be her “owner”? Would that have been so bad? There was no way, try as she might, Donna would be able to successfully break her completely, so what was the harm in caving?
Veronica came incredibly close to doing exactly that the longer this pleasurable yet plodding foreplay continued, Betty at least now having the decency to take this right nipple in between her lips the same way she had done with the left. The gorgeous golden haired investigator offered a soft suction to start before gradually increasing her enthusiasm until she was presenting the same excitement she had shown while sucking the previous nipple, Betty’s mouth becoming a vigorous vacuum as she applied as much force as she could. Fuck, if Betty kept this up, Veronica knew she would have to beg like a weak little bitch for Donna to untie her and she’d almost definitely submit to the Stonewall student. For today, that was.
Little did Veronica know the greatest struggle was about to come.
Donna was no longer content with standing idly by and simply watching Betty go to town on those tits. Seeing the dimpled nipples of those burgeoning breasts grow exponentially over the course of Betty’s suckling, Donna knew those swollen tips needed to be inside her mouth. Dashing over to her bed, Donna cozied up next to Betty and at once eagerly engulfed that erect nip in her mouth, sucking that hardened flesh with the same amount of passion Betty was striving to showcase. For a second, any sense of dom decorum flew out the window as her whole world was consumed by this mountainous mound, the preppie ascending off into a near ethereal state, as if her soul was freely floating out from her body. Normally, the fact that she was bringing herself down to Betty’s level would terrify her but she just couldn’t help it. Betty had repeatedly insisted Donna would be entirely enthralled with the teen entrepreneur, but the pretty prep schooler had underestimated how breathtaking this beddable beauty truly would be--especially in regards to this solid, supple, and succulent pair.
Veronica’s breath grew choppier than ocean water on a windy day, her panting getting heavier each second that these two teens covered her hardened heaving chest with their warm saliva. Veronica knew she had but a few moments until her libido would betray her and compel her to give in to Donna’s whims, the likeliness of that scenario only amplified once Donna and Betty simultaneously sunk their teeth into her c-cups’ sensitive centers and then softened the sudden surging pain that action caused by swishing their tongues across the nips they had taken in between her teeth seconds prior. The desirable dom and slutty sub repeated this process over the next several minutes, alternating between assaulting and exalting the high school hottie’s humongous boobs, Veronica shutting her eyes as she began to intersperse deafening moans amidst her ragged rushing breathing. She was done for.
“Oh shiiiiittt…” Veronica huskily yet harshly whispered, her voice growing louder the longer she talked, “...God. Mmnh, fuck! Ohh, e...enough...pleaseee...I can’t...oooohhh...Enough. Enough!”
Unwavering whimsy wriggled its way into Donna’s dark heart upon hearing the Lodge beg for mercy. What didn’t creep into her heart in that moment was...well, mercy. After hearing Veronica cry out so loudly, Betty’s eyes darted over to Donna, who gave a nod to keep going, the Stonewall student not going to let up just like that. If Veronica wanted Donna to treat her charitably, she shouldn’t have ever questioned Donna’s authority in the first place. Any lowlife bitch that dared to question the fact that Donna held the reins should suffer substantially and Donna wasn’t going to terminate this teasing until she heard the apology she deserved.
Betty felt a bit bad she wasn’t able to give V what she wanted, but she knew what Donna wanted was so much more important. Besides, continuing this fun foreplay would have much stronger benefits in the long run, as it was sure to get Veronica to completely fess up. To realize how inferior she, like every woman, was to a goddess like Donna. And to happily take her place next to Betty as a walking fuckhole. Plus, extending this act gave Betty more time to taste these salty and sweet swollen peaks, which was a bonus she would never protest.
Veronica was beside herself. It was almost funny how depressed she was during something so pleasurable. She had asked nicely for the bitchy brunette to relent! She had even said please! What the hell did Donna want? For Veronica to blow smoke up her ass? Degrade herself? Become a whimpering weakling? Fuck, Donna probably wanted all of that, but Veronica couldn’t bring herself to give it to her. Even in her horniest state, she had some standards. But perhaps she could reach a compromise, as she had been a little... terse ...with the Stonewall student before.
“...I...I...I’m sorry..” Veronica finally managed to squeak.
“For?” Donna pushed, her voice muffled since her mouth was still wrapped around the nightclub owner’s left nip.
Veronica sighed. “I’m sorry for being a total bitch earlier, I was just trying to protect my pride.”
This statement was enough to make the brunette pull away and laugh, “Oh Ronnie. Oh poor sweet dumb Ronnie. Never apologize for who you are. You are a bitch. More specifically my bitch. I know that years of putting up this tough girl wannabe act have made it a lot harder for you to accept that reality, but it’s time for you to come back to earth. You’re mine. Accept that and I’ll let you free.”
Veronica would’ve blown that suggestion off from the get-go about an hour ago, but she was getting desperate. In the long run, how damaging would this concession be? ‘I’ll be your bitch’. Four simple words and she’d be able to get the relief she craved. She didn’t have to mean it. She wouldn’t mean it. But she had to say it.
And so she tried, but the words got stuck in her throat. Her bald snatch was quite possibly the wettest it had ever been and yet she was unable to dredge up such utter submission from within her.
Hesitantly resisting, Veronica responded, “N-Never.”
Donna frowned and rolled her eyes, almost pitying this stupidity, “You’re a fucking idiot.
Veronica’s continued stubbornness was even enough to pull Betty away from her frenzied tit sucking, the blonde beauty sorrowfully murmuring, “V…”
“Forget it Betty,” Donna sighed, “I guess we’ll have to further show this slut what she’s missing. Go grab my 12 incher.”
Betty beaming at this demand, the blonde dutifully replied, “Yes Donna.”
The teenage FBI informant crawled off Veronica’s curvy body and scurried over to the nightstand next to the bed (while still on all fours of course), rummaging through the drawers until she found the harness and footlong rubber rod she had come to adore. She took a couple of seconds to take in the sight of these two items as she began to daydream about all of the wonderfully wicked things that toy was about to do to her. However, she kept her fantasizing to a minimum as she was more than ready to get right down to business and she was pretty confident that Donna felt the same. In a flash, Betty rushed over to her owner and offered her up the dildo and harness, Donna openly guffawing at how gleeful the golden haired girl was.
In all fairness, Donna didn’t show much more restraint, the brunette briskly stepping into her harness with that girl cock attached. She loved tormenting a wannabe like Veronica as much as the next dom, but nothing ever made her feel more powerful than presiding over one of her pet’s holes. The question was: which hole should she pick? Her sub’s cunt was a strong contender because the superior woman was positive everything Betty had received the privilege of engaging in thus far had ensured a drenched pink swollen pussy would be waiting for her. Then again, Betty being in the doggy style position like she was now gave Donna an astounding view of that pert posterior, the Stonewall student staring at the tiny hole she had stretched so thoroughly every night these past few weeks. It was times like these the privileged preppie was eternally grateful she had scooped the Cooper girl up when she did, as her mind-blowing, mouthwatering ass had appeared to only grow thicker over the course of their twisted relationship. Granted, the blonde’s booty had always been fairly meaty, but it seemed with each passing week Betty’s butt became juicier, Donna unable to prevent herself from licking her lips as she admired how firm yet round that tush was. Speaking of lips, there was a strong case to be made that Betty’s mouth was the orifice the psychopathic socialite should target. While penetrating her tight twat was always fun, the girl next door’s backdoor was the real prize, and therefore, making sure that Donna’s strap-on was wet and ready to wreck that rear hole. Well, in all honesty, Betty’s back passage had been used with such frequency that extra lubrication most likely wasn’t all that necessary, but she would never deny an opportunity to watch Betty suck her hard dick.
Donna slowly but surely strolled over to her enchanting sub, swinging her strap-on back and smacking Betty’s cheek, the brunette laughing like a drain as she said, “You know what to do, bitch.”
“Yes Donna,” Betty replied, grinning so hard her cheeks hurt.
Betty gripped the center of this sexy rubber shaft, then leaned forward and wrapped her pretty pink lips around the head of Donna’s dildo, happily moaning as she knew she was getting this big dick ready to fuck her and she also knew she now had the chance to prove she was the perfect cocksucker. Hollowing her cheeks, Betty looked up at Donna with her big blue eyes, loving the blissful giggle that elicited from the Stonie. She then let go of the middle of this man made meat stick and continued to gradually push her mouth further and further up this strap-on, closing her eyes as she did, working strenuously to get all 12 inches inside.
Veronica seriously hated herself right now. Her thought process and her sex drive were in discordance with each other. Her aching honeypot was begging her to give in to Donna’s demands while her pesky brain was telling her she should maintain her respectability, and for some reason, she had idiotically listened to her brain, meaning she had to watch Betty dish out this top tier BJ while still not getting any relief of her own. No, the poor raven haired rich girl remained restrained on this dingy mattress, forced to watch Betty Cooper deepthroat this dildo. Wait, what? Betty Cooper deepthroating ? When she had first arrived in this town, she would’ve found this sight unthinkable. The blonde acted so pure. So innocent. And now she was able to take the full length of this 12 incher inside of her mouth. To see her best friend fall this drastically was both disheartening and a huge turn on, but Veronica understandably yearned to take part in these sordid sexcapades, her irrepressible lust causing her to once again squirm in her bondage, Veronica biting her lip to prevent herself from humiliatingly pleading for Donna to quell her rising desire.
It got even harder to control herself once she watched Donna slowly thrusting her strap-on back and forth in that oral orifice, passionately fucking her bitch’s fetching face. The act would almost be romantic if Betty actually meant something to the prep school student, but Donna had made it clear time after time that the bubbly blonde was nothing but an object to the Stonewall student. Exemplifying that point, Donna ditched her more measured oral penetration and began treating Betty’s well-seasoned mouth like a two dollar whore’s cunt, Betty gagging around that long thick shaft. Fuck, Veronica wanted to do that to her bestie, or maybe better yet, have Donna do that to her. That idea wouldn’t have regularly crossed her mind, but Donna’s aura of dominance was electrifying, and submissive feelings inevitably started to stir within the once confident Lodge.
Rough was Betty’s preferred mode of sex, so this violent and abrupt change in pace was quite welcome. Really, the one downside was just that Donna was doing this to her face instead of her ass. Oh, she had seriously grown so fond of Donna’s cock up her butt, and yet Donna always seemed to take such a long time to get there. Obviously, Betty had no right to complain, because her owner could do what she pleased no matter what, but she hated how long it took before she got the anal pounding she lived for. Thankfully, no sooner had she thought that when Donna showed signs of slowing, giving a few more hard thrusts in between Betty’s lips before she pulled that shiny salvia coated toy out from the Nancy Drew aspiree’s mouth.
“I know I normally have you spread your cheeks so I can watch your slutty little asshole stretching for me,” Donna boasted before creating some intrigue, “But I was thinking--what if we switched things up a bit today.”
“Oh?” Betty asked curiously.
“Why don’t we go reverse cowgirl so your gal pal here can get the best view possible of you bouncing that bubble butt up and down my dildo?” Donna ‘suggested’, though Betty knew at this point anything Donna asked of her was an order.
“Yes Donna.” Betty expectedly answered.
“That really isn’t necessary.” Veronica meekly protested, knowing in the back of her mind that her soaked muff couldn’t handle bearing witness to this hot blonde anally riding a lubed up strap-on
“Oh, I think it most definitely is,” Donna sinisterly teased.
The dom and sub then stumbled to get in the right position at first but after trial and error, they made it work, Donna sitting back on her hands while Betty positioned herself so she was squatting over Donna’s wet fuckstick, the once incorruptible blonde now openly defiling herself on this towering toy, squealing like a stuck pig the second the tip of the dick entered her anus. Donna’s eyes at once were transfixed on that cute tiny hole stretching indecently wide on the head of her rubber rectum wrecker. Seeing that by itself was pretty strong proof she had revamped the blonde into a needy butt slut, but what occurred next sealed it. In around 30 seconds, Betty had managed to impale her juicy booty on the entirety of that thick dick’s length, Betty’s skanky ass swallowing that cock whole. Donna had butt banged Betty so often that she could fit 12 inches inside her back hole in half a minute! Betty then began bouncing up and down that rubber rod at remarkably rapid pace, clearly trying to climax as soon as possible, which Donna wouldn’t stand for.
“Stop! Nice and slow.” Donna directed. “You don’t cum until I say you cum,”
“Yes Donna. Sorry Donna.” Betty whimpered like the weakling she was, decelerating her bouncing.
Betty felt a faint twinge of pain when she had lowered herself onto this strap-on, and that dull ache remained as she hopped up and down on it, but the hurt wasn’t enough to deter her. Admittedly, Donna had her whipped enough that she didn’t think any amount of pain would prevent her from doing whatever made Donna happy, but the point was she enjoyed feeling 12 inches of rubber inside what was supposed to be her most forbidden hole. Her only qualm was she wouldn’t get to cum anytime soon as Donna no doubt wanted to punish Veronica for her repeated bullheadedness. Validating that fear, Donna began to lean forward and nibble on Betty’s ear, which made Betty feel like a dumb piece of property but also made it way harder for her to properly pummel her back hole because Donna kept constantly shifting the position she was in.
Donna knew complicating Betty’s ability to slide her ass up and down on this girl cock decreased the quality of show they were putting on for Ronnie, but her self control was sorely lacking right now. Betty’s liliwhite skin looked as sweet as candy, so much so that she felt she was obligated to taste it. Besides, what it detracted from in sight it made up for in sound, Betty delivering a series of soft cries once she felt Donna’s teeth brush against her right earlobe. There were few sounds Donna found more melodic than Betty Cooper’s merry moans, her pleasure filled gasps akin to an angelic chorus gracing the skies.
From Veronica’s view, the sight she was seeing was more than sufficient. Sure, maybe Betty wasn’t able to thrust her butt back on that cock as precisely as she had prior, but Veronica was still witnessing her bestie willingly fuck her own end zone, and was drooling over the way her bestie’s round b-cups gently jounced each time Betty’s booty bobbed up and down this thick dick, not to mention the way her sopping pussy glistened in the light. Unfortunately, she was deprived of watching one of those things occur a few seconds later, as Donna’s possessive nature came in to play, the bossy brunette clutching onto Betty’s boobs, squeezing them tight enough for howls of pain to become mixed in with her whimpers of satisfaction. Of course, that move made the masochistic skank even wetter, meaning Veronica got to see Betty’s tight snatch shine even brighter.
And Veronica just about couldn’t take it anymore.
Tossing some unneeded fuel onto the fire raging on inside of her, Donna provided some running commentary, “Mmm yeah, that’s right, Betty, bounce that ass back. Oh, bounce that fucking ass back you naughty slut. Fuck yeah, Betts! Ohhh fuck yes, stupid slutty sexy Betts! Mmm, do you remember the night we played Never Have I Ever? Because I do, my pet. I remember your fucking annoying nails-on-a-chalkboard voice snarking, ‘I’m not as sweet as you may think’. Oh, how right you were! Because never have I ever taken a hard long girl cock up my ass and moaned embarrassingly loud like a trashy absentminded whore. Oh shiiit! God, looks sure can be deceiving, can’t they? I thought you were all flowery and wholesome, but damn, did you prove me wrong! You may be the biggest submissive lesbian whore...ever! Ever!! So go ahead and go faster. Really wreck that bitch hole.”
Glad to confirm Donna’s assessment, Betty quickened her pace and screeched, “YEEESSSS!!! YEEESSSS!!! THANK YOU DONNAAAAA!! YOU’RE RIGHT! FUCK! You’re so FUCKING right! I tried to be the perfect girl next door everyone wanted me to be, MMM, but that’s, OHHH, that’s not who I am!! I’m a dumb disgraced fucktoy who needs to bounce her booty up and down your strap-on so fast and hard that she ends up cumming like a nasty two dollar whore!! GAHH! FUUCK!”
Hearing the girl she thought she knew say all of that is what at last did Veronica in. She needed to get involved, and not so she could save the submissive blonde like she initially planned. No, she wanted to fuck that bitch ass before bending over for Donna herself. Oh God. Had she seriously just thought that? Yes. Yes, she had. And no matter how much she loved her dignity, she couldn’t fight her impulses any longer.
“Donna, please!!” The wealthy River Vixen screamed. “God, I can’t take it anymore! Please untie me! I’ll do whatever you want! Ohh, submit to you and be your bitch, do whatever you ask me to! But please just untie me so I can get in on this! Fuuck! I’m sorry Donna! I’m sorry I disobeyed you before and tried to act all cocky and badass! I need you to use me! Put me in my place. Just set me free.”
Donna wasn’t expecting Veronica to go so above and beyond, but she certainly wasn’t complaining. Upon hearing that submission, the Stonie shoved Betty away, delaying the climax the Cooper girl was so clearly on the edge of hitting, and sprinted over to Veronica with a goofy grin plastered on her face.
“That’s what I like to hear.” Donna praised as she crawled on top of Veronica’s smooth and sexy body, her chest pushing into those still exposed tits and her still attached strapon poking at Veronica’s thigh, whilst she reached upwards and tried to untie the leathers trapping the teen minx.
Though she got a bit distracted amidst the process as her face was mere inches away from Veronica’s face and the Lodge’s lips looked absolutely delicious. The malicious preppie planted her own lips down with such intensity that it felt like she was trying to suck the air right out of Veronica’s lungs. Still, Veronica instinctively kissed back, savouring the taste of Donna’s lipstick until Donna abruptly and abrasively broke things up after she had successfully undone both of the tight knots keeping Veronica bound to the bed, the prep school prodigy hastily tossing the leathers down to the carpet and hurriedly getting off of the rich Riverdaleian so she could finally get up and stand (though she’d undoubtedly be on all fours sooner rather than later). Following that cue, Veronica propelled herself upwards, feeling free once her feet hit the floor.
“How nice of you to join us,” Donna quickly quipped.
While Veronica may have been free now, she certainly wasn’t independent, something Donna was hell bent on proving. From this day forward, Donna was determined to be Veronica’s puppet master, pulling all the strings, and she was determined to make Veronica her puppet, a good little subservient slave who would do whatever was asked of her. And who would have Donna up her ass 24/7. Or at least, as close to 24/7 as possible. Because while Betty undeniably had a rump that seemed to grow plumper and more enticing by the day, Veronica’s behemoth behind had caught Donna’s attention from the get-go. However, Donna also couldn’t get ahead of herself. After all, in order to be able to fuck that big butt, she needed to get Veronica out of that stunning dress she was half-wearing.
“Strip for me, ‘Ronnie’,” Donna purred and then gestured to the teen business owner’s bare bust, “I mean, I’ve already started it off for you.”
Offering an alluring smile, Veronica soon echoed Betty when she replied, “Yes Donna,” before working to finish the job Donna began.
Demonstrating this was far from her first striptease, Veronica took things at a snail’s pace, a certain style and grace evident in the way she conducted herself. Little by little, the rest of the Lodge’s dress was removed, allowing more and more of her tender glowing caramel skin to be on display. Then, once she had successfully disposed of her showy outfit, she took a hint from Betty before her and turned her back to Donna. Being involved with multiple men who drooled over her luscious backside, Veronica knew how to flaunt what many considered her greatest asset. The bold bombshell gradually shifted her tanned toned cheeks back and forth and forth and back, showing off the black lace thong that was currently being devoured by her asshole, that skimpy underwear so minuscule it was a wonder why the dark haired beauty even wore it. She grabbed a hold of that perplexing undergarment, gradually pulling it down in order to let Donna view that Rubenesque rear in all its unadulterated glory.
Betty’s blood boiled as she watched her beauteous bestie give a striptease that was executed better than she could ever dream of, the lascivious Lodge clearly having practiced this type of debauchery for longer than the newly broken blonde had. Ugh, it just wasn’t fair! She had been seconds away from reaching her peak and cumming buckets from fucking her own ass like a good little anal bitch before Veronica had to steal away Donna’s attention. Yet, Betty didn’t have it in her heart to completely resent the raven haired babe, not when she was showing off how delectable her nude hourglass figure was. Oh, Betty hated that Veronica’s interruption had prevented her from achieving orgasm, but she loved that it had given her a chance to leer at that humongous bottom, as Veronica’s colossal caboose was something Betty had caught herself staring at far before she had been awakened to her true nature as a submissive lesbian sex pet. It hadn’t been deliberate—Veronica’s voluptuous ass was just so enchanting that Betty found averting her eyes from it an impossibility. Of course, it hadn’t been until she had some alcohol system that she had felt daring enough to playfully grope that meaty seat, but now that Donna had made her privy to how spectacular some girl-on-girl fun could be, she silently prayed her malevolent mistress would give her the go-ahead and play with Veronica’s ass in some capacity, be it something as intrepid as copping a feel or something as satisfying as licking that back passage to her heart’s content. Although she did hope her dom would at least be generous enough to get her off first, preferably by permitting her to continue to tear her tush apart on that impressive 12 inch monster, but she would gladly accept any activity that would cause her dam to burst.
Unfortunately for the benign booksmart blonde, Donna didn’t have that on her mind right now. She didn’t have much of anything on her mind right because for the first time all day she had lost her train of thought, Veronica’s inviting bulbous bubble butt taking a stronghold on the brunette’s brain for the foreseeable future. That fat bottom flummoxed her. She couldn’t understand how any woman could let her butt cheeks ballon into the gargantuan globes currently gracing Donna’s gaze. The fact that Veronica’s rump was this giant and juicy would’ve been outright shameful if Donna hadn’t found herself getting lost in staring at the round brown flesh, her imagination facing an insatiable spate of colorful daydreams relating to the preppie pulverizing the interior of this inferior’s plump posterior in a variety of vindictive yet vindicating ways. She pictured herself bending the full-figured eyeful over right then and there, viciously and maliciously slamming and ramming her rubber rod in and out of this future Barnard attendee’s spectacular sphincter, hearing that wannabe intimidating voice squeal out in discomfort as her rectal passage was thoroughly fucked. Or better yet, Donna could tie her prey back down on the bed so that she was laying down flat on her stomach and proceed to sodomize her soon-to-be sub while she was helpless to escape. Oh, so many ideas, so little time. Or maybe lots of time, Donna staying optimistic that the luxurious Latina would love being used enough to agree to be a permanent fixture in her bevy of butt sluts.
However, before Donna could actually act upon this mental incursion of ass fucking opportunities, she felt a twinge of guilt poking and pulling at her heart as she remembered she had left Betty on the edge without bringing her to climax. In a way, it was absurd for her to be feeling any remorse over leaving the blonde high and dry. After all, Betty was a stupid skank not worthy of Donna’s pity for a single second. Donna called the shots here and if she didn’t make the Cooper girl cum, so be it. But, at the same time, the once brainy blonde had been so good for her today, compliant to her every demand and exemplary of the type of behavior the raven haired whore should be exhibiting. Oh, what the hell? She was confident she had Veronica wrapped around her finger enough that delaying the immediacy of her anal annihilation wouldn’t be a problem, so why not reward this hot blonde whore for being a cooperative operative in her perverted plan?
Still, she’d be remiss if she didn’t give that irresistible rectum a taste of what was to come, her hand reaching out and clasping onto that gigantic jiggly flesh in front of her. With that move, Donna steadily crept up behind the buxom Lodge and whispered orders in her ear, her hot breath rushing down Veronica’s neck, “Stay put. I’m going to get you a nice big cock so we can double team your little loser friend here.”
Normally, Veronica would vehemently defend the Thelma to her Louise from such needless name calling, but between enduring what felt like hours of agonizing build up, feeling this hand pleasingly squeeze her big butt, and having a blast of Donna’s warm breath hit her nude skin, Veronica had been rendered powerless, the typically tough-as-nails teen merely murmuring, “Ok.”
Donna hummed happily to herself as she went off to fetch a 14 inch surprise, internally snickering at the fact that she was orchestrating a scenario in which Betty’s closest friend would end up fucking her with an even bigger monster cock. Donna scoured the inside of her nightstand drawer for seemingly a month of Sundays, this over a foot long strap-on well hidden as Donna only used a cock of this calibre for special occasions—which she believed today constituted as. See, taking down Jughead and Betty, that was just the beginning of her operation. Now that she had Betty eating out of the palm of her hands, the young journalist could lead her to a hotbed of hot babes, it being an open secret at this point that Riverdale was the capital of the world for tantalizing teens (and drugs and murder but those stats were neither here nor there). Therefore, today was as much about beginning a procession line of perfect sluts as it was about celebrating her successful dismantling of Betty Cooper.
Presently, she was honing in on the latter rather than the former as she turned around and held up high the 14 incher she had at last discovered, as well as the harness it attached to. Both of the Riverdale girls’ eyes went wide, neither one of them expecting to see that ungodly long dildo in Donna’s hands. With a faux-innocuous smile, Donna offered the 14 inch strap-on and the harness over to Veronica.
“Here you go.” Donna crooned in a singsong tone.
“Donna…” Veronica started, aggressively stepping forward, her assertive nature summoned when she saw this preposterously long fake phallus.
Responding in kind with a menacing step forward of her, Donna threatened, “Wow. I guess someone doesn’t want to cum.”
Veronica whimpered, not wanting to get ‘blue beaned’ but also not feeling super comfortable with the task in front of her, the mystifying and ravishing raven haired rich girl eventually abashedly admitting, “I—I just don’t want to hurt Betty.”
Before today, Donna had been nearly positive her heart had been hardened to ridiculous, trite, and bullshit feelings like ‘empathy’ or ‘sympathy’. But as she saw Veronica looking at Betty with such remarkable concern and unbreakable passion, even she could feel her stone cold soul melting. Maybe if someone had stared at her with that kind of love and care, Donna’s twisted life would’ve turned out dramatically different, though that also meant she probably wouldn’t be in a position where she could absolutely demolish any sexy piece that came her way, so would it have really been worth it?
Still, Donna decided it would be in her best interests to quell the New York native’s qualms, the uppity brunette turning towards Betty, “Trust me, it takes a lot to hurt this bitch. Betty, do you want to be double stuffed by two monster cocks?”
Betty blushed, this situation shameful even by her barely existent standards, but she reverently replied, “Yes Donna.”
“‘Yes Donna’ what ?” Donna prompted.
“Yes Donna, I want to be double stuffed by two monster cocks.” Betty’s face was as red as a rose but the wide smile on her face after saying those words was undeniable.
As was the case before, hearing the once wholesome blonde verbally humiliate herself flipped a switch inside Veronica, as she grabbed the harness and dildo from Donna’s hands lickety-split, wasting no time in working to wrap that harness and wear that extra long strap-on around her waist. If you would have told her a day ago that she would wake up not only to find out Betty Cooper was a total submissive lesbian sex addict but also that she would be given an opportunity to fuck said version of Betty Cooper, she would’ve called you insane. Yet here she was, about to do exactly that.
Ready to get things underway, Donna implored, “What say you, Veronica? Why don’t we start off with a good old fashioned spit-roast?”
Veronica worked overtime to bottle up her excitement. If Betty could deepthroat 12 inches of rubber with little to no difficulty, then Veronica would love to see her work her magic mouth on the extra 2 inches her cock provided.
“I’m down,” Veronica responded as calmly as possible, assuming position in front of Betty’s cute face while Donna got behind the blonde, maniacally smirking at her temporary partner in crime.
“Ready ‘Ronnie’?” Donna queried.
Deeply inhaling and loudly exhaling, Veronica looked into Betty’s wide waiting turquoise colored eyes, cautiously seeking confirmation one more time, “Are you sure about this, B?”
The golden haired girl’s gleaming grin radiated the room as she unequivocally responded, “Yes—“
Before Betty could get another word out, Veronica jutted her hips forward, the tip of this 14 inch dick making its way between the Cooper girl’s cotton candy pink lips, that affirmative answer all the Pop’s proprietor needed to hear in order to initiate this splendid spit roasting. She started fervently fucking the once flowery and free spirited female’s fresh face at a frenetic erratic pace, overcome by her need to cum and still amazed the teenage sleuth was such an open book sexually. However, once the desire filled fire coursing through her faded into crackling embers, she was able to ease her speed and instead ensure her megalithic man made meat stick delicately glided in and out of the buoyant blonde’s luminous face, almost as if she was making love to that meager mouth. Veronica looked down at the formerly gallant girl’s gorgeous mug with her shimmering brown eyes, watching in awe at how effortlessly the high school detective handled inch after inch of rock hard black rubber, her inviting blueish-greenish eyes hovering shut the further headway she made on this cock, her head nodding up and down in sync with Veronica’s slow sensuous thrusting.
Donna had half a mind to scold the scalding hot bombshell for diving headfirst into Betty’s open mouth before being instructed to, but she was amused enough at watching Veronica’s self control wholly disintegrating that she thought she could let such blatant disrespect slide just this once. Besides, she had an ass to fuck. Lining that cock up behind Betty’s already battered backhole, Donna teasingly touched that tush with the tip of her toy, letting it linger against her entrance for a decent stretch of time in order to hear her pathetic whimpers (though they were muffled by Veronica’s rod) before relenting and pushing the head of that strap-on forward, officially sandwiching the girl next door between two long cocks.
Betty hadn’t anticipated being at the center of this whorish heaven, but here she was. Getting one of her fuckholes filled with black rubber dick was euphoric on its own but to be stuffed from front to back by two inhumanly large and lengthy girl cocks was an out of this world occasion. Granted, today was far from the first time she had been spit roasted, as Donna had been nice enough to share Betty’s body with Joan and every other girl at Stonewall, but today’s double teaming certainly felt more special than the others, as one of the participants was her sexy bestie, someone who was like a sister to her. Sure, feeling like the piece of fuck meat on a slutty shish-ka-bob was appealing no matter who her two tops were, but for Betty to be dishing out one of her mind-blowing blow jobs to a dildo strapped around Veronica Lodge’s waist as Donna pummeled her behind was a whole other kind of euphoria. She should be ashamed that her best friend was now treating her the same way a countless array of women who hated her guts had treated her, but the truth was, she couldn’t think of any better way for her and V’s relationship to go. This was who she was now, and the sooner every woman could make her feel like the lowest of the low, the better.
Although, if there ever was a competition for which woman was able to make Betty feel the most worthless, Donna would undoubtedly take the crown, the bitchy brunette shouting, “Yeah, that’s right, Betty! Take it! Take it! Fucking take it! Take my cock up your ass while you suck your little friend’s big dick. Ohh, prove you’re a fucking disgrace to all of humanity and get off on getting spitroasted, you dumb cow! Moan as you get sandwiched between our two fat cocks. God, you disgust me. I wish I could find a way to shame you for being such a fuckslut, but you’re far beyond that. You’re beyond feeling shame. How does that even happen?! Fuck!”
In stark contrast, Veronica offered some genuine encouragement, the raven haired rich girl cooing, “Aww, that-a-girl. Oh, just like that. You’re so good at this. So good at sucking this strap-on. Shit, you almost have the whole thing in your mouth already! How’d you get so good at this? Oh God, and how do you look so good doing it? Fuck, you’re so beautiful, B. You look like an angel, sucking my cock. Seriously, being THIS hot should be criminal. God, I love you. I love you, Betty Cooper.”
Hearing those wonderful words caused Betty’s eyes to pop open, the blonde staring directly into her best friend’s eyes as she continued to extend her jaw around this girthy fuckstick. The two girls intently eyeballed each other, the deep passion felt between them coming through loud and clear. Though their moment of intimacy was soon undercut by the fact that Donna had successfully fit all 12 inches of her cock inside her pet’s rectum and to hammer that point home, she began rotating her hips, churning Betty’s bowels, the blonde squealing around the thick dick in between her lips as a sharp pulsing ache shot through her. But, as established, that only made the freak love everything more, Betty between the best of both worlds in terms of pain of pleasure.
A part of Veronica was legitimately worried about Betty’s well-being because this latest move from Donna seemed particularly cruel. However, Veronica was both assured and appalled when she heard Betty’s shrieks morph into something more positive, the blonde bottom letting out a series of long, loud moans around her dildo. How could Betty be getting any enjoyment out of something that looked this horrifying? At least, Veronica was horrified for her, though some of that fear could have been elicited from the way her anal opening quivered with need while she watched Donna destroy her poor sub’s cute little shit chute every step of the way. Which was absurd, because she had started this day off determined to rescue Betty and retain her dignity, and now she was salivating at the thought of being sodomized by this evil girl. She had to get a grip!
Fortunately, her grip came in the form of seeing Betty manage to successfully secure the entire length of this strap-on in her mouth. Veronica watched in wonderment while the eager fuckpet unhinged her jaw and concealed the toy inside her perfect cocksucking lips, albeit not without tears welling in her spacious and capacious sparkling eyes as she struggled for minutes on end to engulf the extra 2 inches of this shaft inside her gullet. Sadly, she struggled to keep the entire length stuffed down her windpipe, the sheer intensity of Donna’s rectal pounding causing her head to be pushed forward which led the golden haired girl to gag uproariously on this 14 incher, Betty’s mesmerizing eyes rolling in the back of her head as she fought to preserve her oral grip on this abnormally sized phallus and mostly failed, her head instinctively snapping back in an attempt to reduce the amount of hard dick encased between her glossy lips. Picking up on the fuckpet’s plight, Veronica accommodated her and gradually pulled inch after inch out of the teen investigator’s mouth, eventually managing to extract the entire dildo, the bright eyed blonde babe beginning to gasp for air, recovering from how overworked her oral orifice was. Unfortunately, the blonde wasn’t given much of a breather.
“Ready to switch, I see?” Donna asked as she pulled out of that pert behind, deliberately misinterpreting the reason Veronica pulled out of Betty’s well-used mouth.
Veronica knew this was her chance to decline, tell Donna to go to hell, and grab Betty and run, but in her heart of hearts, she couldn’t pass up the chance to butt bang Betty, especially since the girl had made such a show out of being sodomized earlier. She felt especially guilty that Betty would undergo another double deep dicking so soon after she had needed to recover from having such a hefty amount of cock shoved in her mouth, but not guilty enough to stop her from going forward, though that oddly enough made her feel guiltier. However, to her delight, Betty didn’t seem to protest this proposition and instead glanced up at Veronica expectantly.
Veronica sashayed over to Betty’s rump, admiring the fact that Donna had turned that once tight pink puckered hole into a gaping crater the size of the Grand Canyon before lining that dildo up so she could easily slide it into the charming eyeful’s anus.
Standing with her dildo only a few inches away from Betty’s parted lips, Donna shot Veronica a dismissive glance, “I’m ready when you are,”
Taking that as permission to go, Veronica moved her strap-on forward, immediately able to get the head of her big black dick inside Betty’s ridiculously loose anal cavity. She then marvelled as her cock continued to disappear inside this delicious derriere with next to no difficulty. Never in a million years could she have ever pictured the gleeful gleaming girl she met sitting in a booth at Pop’s the start of her sophomore year in this inglorious position, her hands clutching her discolored cheeks so hard it was a wonder she didn’t draw blood, Veronica’s BFF giving the strong willed Latina the best possible view of her dildo destroying that gaping orifice. Though, destroy was perhaps an incorrect descriptor, given that Betty’s butthole had been savagely ravaged day in and day out and therefore, it was almost inconceivable for her anal entrance to accumulate any damage. Plus, Veronica wasn’t intending to bring harm upon her friend in the first place. Unlike Donna, the dark haired teen was overly content with simply sliding that strap-on in and out of Betty’s rectum at an intentionally measured pace, never trying to accelerate her penetration beyond a slow passionate pumping.
Betty needed more! Oh, she loved Veronica and she was super grateful Donna had graciously added another sensationally striking woman into the fold of dominant tops who could pound her holes—but then that’s what Veronica should be doing! Pounding her! She didn’t need any of this vanilla shit! She was a kinky sex slave with no limits, so why was Veronica staying this reserved?! She hadn’t worn one of Donna’s special 3 inches thick and 8 inches long butt plugs up her ass during each 7 hour school day only to be greeted with a milquetoast, weak as hell ass fucking in return. She didn’t care that Veronica’s cock was 14 inches long, she could handle it. She had undergone the Stonie’s excruciating anal abuse for what felt like an eternity now, she could handle anything inside her ass. Hell, Donna’s entire fist had fit up there numerous times, so a cock of this magnitude absolutely slamming her bowels was more than manageable. Oh well. The lack of ferocity behind this current round of butt sex was made up for in the amount of booty cream Betty was consuming off of the dick in her mouth. If you would have told her 6 months ago that her favorite food would be her own anal juices, she would’ve most likely spat at you. But now, she couldn’t deny that tasting the darkest depths of her rectum on a strap-on dildo was an integral and essential part of her life. Determined to show her appreciation to her indestructible dom for opening her eyes to how tasty her pasty ass truly was, Betty noisily slurped her way up the 12 inch rubber shaft, her taste buds jumping with joy the more rectal remnants she was able to devour.
Not one to be usurped, Veronica at last began to pick up the pace of her thrusting after recognizing how raucously Betty was gobbling up her anal fluids instead of moaning from this bottom banging. However, even after Veronica increased her speed, she couldn’t stop focusing on Betty’s rosy lips suckling the chuckling dom’s 12 incher. Veronica couldn’t help but feel deprived of being depraved in this incredible way. Why was she having to top Betty when she deserved to be on all fours alongside her, battling tooth-and-nail against Betty to get her lips wrapped around the tip of this dildo. Wait, what? How was this what she was picturing? She was a Lodge! She had class! And yet, the primary factor sustaining her arousal right now wasn’t the aggressive anal pounding she continued to enact upon the blonde but instead the overwhelming thought of taking her place. Oh God.
Matters weren’t helped when Donna instructed that both women switch places again, meaning she got a bird’s eye view at how immensely Betty enjoyed cleaning a cock that had just explored her anus. Veronica’s skinny tan legs trembled the longer she observed the blonde dining on this rectum flavored dildo, her entire body quaking with need, her pliant impulses pulsing through her veins, emotions running high as she dreamed of dropping down to her knees before Donna. Worst of all, Donna appeared to realize the writing was on the wall, her eyes locked on Veronica like a feral lion zeroing in on a guileless gazelle. Veronica was unable to return Donna’s predatory stare, her head cocked off to the left and her teeth digging into her bottom lip, an abysmal anxiety arising in her soul as she became attuned to the reality of this situation. Yes, she had shouted out that she would submit to Donna as a way to get out of her bondage at a time where the fire kindled between her thighs was unbearable. But she hadn’t completely understood the words she was crying out in that moment, and she especially hadn’t realized that she actually wanted this to happen. She wanted Donna to dominate her. She required it. At one point, she thought the key to alleviating her horniness today would be owning all of Betty’s holes, but it was now apparent that the best relief could only come from getting all of her holes owned.
These were the moments where Donna felt undoubtedly unstoppable. She had seen her curvaceous captive flow through the perfect cycle. First, she was uncertain of her fate. Second, she was defiant. Third, she was curious. Fourth, she was desperate. Fifth, she was eager. Sixth, she was in shock. And soon enough, she would enter the last stage and finally accept the inevitable by physically surrendering herself over to Donna. The Stonie had already acquired a verbalized surrender, and if loyalty was as crucial to the Lodge family as Betty had previously informed her it was, then Veronica would stay true to her word and give in to what was best for everyone.
Before that glorious event occurred however, Donna decided she could send off the delusion that Veronica possessed any control with a fair amount of fanfare. After the two girls switched positions again and Donna made sure to slam her cock in and out of Betty’s mouth with such excessive effervescence that the teen journalist’s azalea pink lipstick ended up smeared all across her face, the brunette bustled over to the bombshell business owner with a spring in her step and a devious smile. She clearly had a plan, and if the look on her face was any indicator, it was a plan that ramped up this already ribald affair into an experience that was earth-shattering in its level of debauchery.
“As a writer, do you know what my two favorite letters are?” Donna’s voice was light and cheeky, innocuous even.
Veronica shook her head, her lips curling and her eyebrows raised, perplexion and puzzlement crawling over her face, the rich Riverdaleian curious as to how they had gone from making Betty’s front and back total cock depositories to making meaningless small talk.
Donna’s demeanor sharply shifted, her familiar diabolical simper returning with a vengeance as she leaned forward and began stroking Betty’s blonde mop whilst cracking, “ D and P .”
Betty’s eyes lit up like fireflies upon hearing her favorite way to cum being floated out by her mistress and the unchaste blonde hastily and hoarsely hollered, “Yesss! Oh God! Please DP me, Donna. I love having two girl dicks inside me, destroying my pussy and ass. Oh, my pussy is so wet and ready for you, Donna. Or you, V. Whoever wants my loose ass and used cunt, take them. I don’t care! Just ruin them. Ruin me. And make me cum.”
“Awww, how sweet,” Donna giggled as she continued to pet her pet before gripping a tight hold of her bitch’s hair like a shot and taunting, “But it’s laughable that you still think I give a fuck what you want, Betty. Because your daily DP isn’t going to be your pussy and ass getting filled to the brim with girl cock while you squirt your juices all over the place like a nasty filthy skank. No, no, no. See, your little friend here seems all about tearing down norms and pushing limits. Right?”
Not appreciating the brunette’s baleful smirk, Veronica tersely countered, “Just what exactly are you planning here?”
Donna thought about punishing Veronica for such an unwarranted outburst, but she didn’t want to delay her big reveal, the Stonie dropping this bombshell to this bombshell, “Why limit ourselves to one cock per hole? Let’s shove both dicks up her ass!”
Veronica nearly felt her heart combust at this request. Betty had proven herself as a lowly butt slut through and through, that wasn’t in question. But double anal? Veronica didn’t think anybody should have to endure something that sounded so inhumane and painful, even if the person in question was a disgrace to humanity and got off on pain. It just seemed so unnatural to try and stuff so much into one hole, even when it was as gaping as wide as this one. Veronica’s uneasiness also wasn’t aided by the reminder that the cocks around both of their waists were a foot or longer, meaning both Donna and her would be working to fit both of these exceptionally lengthy shafts in this submissive slave’s shitpipe, a feat so outlandish Veronica couldn’t visualize it.
Making sure her friend’s safety and own desires were being prioritized, Veronica asked, “Is that what you want, B? To be treated like a skank beyond return because she’s actually willing to take two big long hard rubber cocks in her already gaping asshole?”
“Yes,” Betty replied right away without a second of second thoughts, “That’s exactly what I want. That’s exactly what I need . A disgusting anal fuckhole like me deserves nothing less than to take 2 cocks up her ass at the same time, and scream like a pornstar as she gets her bowels torn apart. Please, V. Please, Donna. Treat me how I deserve to be treated.”
Donna side-eyed V as she stated, “I’m not sure she could’ve been any clearer. Let’s go for it, ‘Ronnie’.”
Still a little anxious of what outcome would transpire, Veronica swallowed hard and closed her eyes. She timidly lined herself up next to Donna, the tips of their dildo aimed at that opened anus. Donna couldn’t contain her giddiness at what her broken enemy was about to incur, Donna’s dominant demeanor briefly disposed of as she allowed herself to be taken with the moment, the normally cold and calculated killer-in-the-making giggling with the same energy as a Catholic school girl who had just skipped Confession. She continued to bask in the playful childishness washing over her for a few more seconds, not caring that Veronica was looking over at her, both gobsmacked and exasperated. However, she was a true top at the end of the day, so she knew when she needed to flip the switch from dopey delight to durable determination. Sharply turning her head towards Veronica, Donna’s conniving smile melted away and was swiftly substituted with a look of sublime tenacity as she gave the next set of orders to commence this double butt stuffing.
“Ready?” Donna asked rhetorically before kicking off her countdown, “On the count of three. One...two..THREE!”
And with that signal to go, Veronica and Donna both pushed forwards, the two teens fighting to get both dicks inside that loose anus, the task nowhere near as easy as Betty was. Even with all her extensive anal experience, the poor blonde sexpot howled like a Mastiff hound as her whole world was rocked by a duo of cocks knocking at her backdoor. Upon hearing those pained wails from her closest friend, Veronica’s gorgeous glowing face twisted into a skittish grimace. The last thing she had wanted to do was hurt her bestie, and now that was exactly what she was doing. And worse yet, she couldn’t bring herself to stop because she was pretty sure watching Betty’s butthole stretched further open than it was ever meant to by both her and Donna’s big black cocks may well have been the sexiest scene of the entire day. There were a lot of moments that could’ve been strong contenders for that title, but she mined some extra ecstacy from witnessing what should be a forbidden untouched hole get brutalized in this frankly barbaric way (though that thinking was a bit hypocritical because Veronica herself was no stranger to anal, as Archie had redefined the meaning of ‘End Zone Celebration’ on multiple occasions). For the first time in a while, the submissive desires fogging up her head had slipped out and she was instead solely focused on hammering this helpless hopeless bottom’s bottom in lockstep with the bratty brunette beside her, savouring this salacious scenario.
Betty’s eyes bugged out so wide it appeared they would pop off her face. It was funny how she had so recently been positive she could take whatever anal abuse came her way because this ludicrous lubricous act was certainly challenging that mindset. The only other time Betty could remember her rear hole experiencing such unimaginable pain was the night Donna had jumpstarted Betty’s journey down this lecherous path and taken her anal cherry in the woods, and in a way, the parallel between those two instances made perfect sense. After all, both times were firsts for her. That night marked the first time she had a cock shoved up her ass, and today marked the first time she had two cocks banging her booty, but unlike having one cock up there, she didn’t expect double anal to become a permanent fixture of her rendezvous routine because the affliction inflicted upon her during this distressing double butt fucking was verging on unbearable and Betty was just about ready to shout out for Donna and Veronica to stop tearing her apart in this way. Donna may have been ambivalent on the morality of planning out a murder but Betty was pretty positve Donna wouldn’t carry on with any sexual activity Betty didn’t want her to carry on with. Sure, Donna may talk a big game when it came to not caring about what Betty wanted, but up until this point, Betty had enjoyed whatever Donna had tossed her direction. But this...this was too much. Although, Betty would be lying if she said it hadn’t gotten slightly better, as the piercing pain was dulling down and her Mastiff-esque howls were downgraded to Chihuahua-esque yelps as the entire length of her best friend’s 14 incher and the entire length of her sworn enemy’s 12 incher was now entirely inside her stretched out hole, Donna and Veronica’s hips resting against her bleached cheeks.
“Oh my God.” Veronica incredulously muttered.
“Was I right or was I right?” Donna cheeked. “Your precious little Betty Cooper is such a self-abasing ass sex loving slut that she’s actually ready, willing, and able to take two dicks inside her pert cakes. Ooh, a 12 inch cock and a 14 inch cock deep inside that thick little booty, stupid Betty shutting up and taking it like the good girl she is.”
Betty started to softly sob as this level of humiliation seemed to be the worst she had faced, and given how hard Donna got off on making a fool out of the blonde on a regular basis, that was really saying something. On top of this inimitable mortification, a stinging pang rolled through the Cooper girl once more when Veronica and Donna began progressively pulling their shafts back, Betty fearing her rear hole would completely collapse and she would have a very embarrassing hospital visit in which she would have to explain to a surgeon that she was such an aberrant anal loving lowlife that she had agreed to take two monster dildos up her pudgy ass. Luckily, that humiliating and horrifying scenario never had to happen, both Donna and Veronica pushing those rubber dicks forward before any serious damage was done to her rectum, causing another deafening shriek that subsided into a cry of slight discomfiture but primarily pleasure. Donna and Veronica continued sliding their hips forward and back, taking turns as to who was going in which direction, and as they continued, so did the bottom-feeding bottom’s moans, any hint of discomfort dissipating in due time. Pretty soon, those joyous gasps and groans grew longer and louder, Betty’s voice bouncing off the walls at a volume that almost ensured everyone in the dormitory heard her, but Donna had been screwing Betty so often that it was unlikely anyone would bat an eye.
By now, Veronica should have been used to her whole world being turned topsy-turvy, as that had become the new norm for her throughout these past few years. But even after surviving the eternal turmoil of the tedious and tumultuous battle her and her father were embroiled in, not to mention encountering a new serial killer terrorizing her town almost every month, she still hadn’t been prepared for her ponytail wearing and perpetually caring best friend to express her gratitude and satisfaction towards her o-ring being torn by these sturdy girthy dildos. This entire day had seemingly solidified Betty’s status as slovenly fuckmeat, but this kind of enraptured reaction signaled the point of no return because nobody could ever take pleasure in an astounding pounding as confounding as this double anal fucking and be able to bounce back from it. Veronica certainly couldn’t conceive of a world in which she would stoop to doing something that would dismantle her dignity to this degree.
Donna, on the other hand, could totally imagine a world in which Veronica was the subject of such intense and immense submission, and she reveled in that mental image for a few long seconds before putting it on the backburner because while it was all too titillating to envision, focusing on that fantasy would be doing a disservice to the miraculous reality in front of her very eyes. While it was obvious Betty lived to please Donna, Donna also didn’t mind knowing Betty was enjoying what Donna was doing to her. Not because she cared about Betty, of course. Nothing like that. She just liked the way Betty’s moans sounded. Nothing more, nothing less.
And Donna soon heard something even better than Betty’s moans, the Cooper girl somehow able to offer up some cogent thoughts, Betty begging like a bitch in heat, “Pleeeaaasseee! Please make me cum, Donna! And Veronica! Harder! Faster! Make me cuuuum!!! I don’t care if I can’t sit down for days! Weeks! Or if I start walking funny! Well, funnier, given that you slam my butthole full of cock so often that I already have trouble walking in a straight line. Oh, just hammer my ass so hard that I, awh, oh, that I cum and make a mess all over this carpet! That’s what dirty skanks like me do! Just, gah, just make me cum! Now! Pretty please?”
With a vile smile, Donna implored Veronica, “Alright, let’s ram this rectum like never before.”
And with that, both women’s hips began crashing into Betty’s pale thick booty, Donna and Veronica finding relish in the fervent feelings brought about by flesh slapping onto flesh. While Betty’s butt was solid enough that its cheeks didn’t jiggle as beserkly as Donna suspected Veronica’s big fat backside would, the blonde’s scrumptiously well-sculpted rear end still had enough meat to it to quake more modestly, though any ass would probably wobble when being confronted with a reaming as zealous as this one had shaped up to be. Maybe the reason Donna was typically seen as heartless was because she had poured her heart into rigorously ruling over inferior submissive sluts. At present, the prep schooler was so attentively focused on thrusting her strapping strap-on into that anal orifice you’d swear she was being graded on it, but Donna knew that fierce concentration was key to leading her subservient underling to orgasm. Well, that, and Veronica’s equally forceful thrusts. Surprisingly, the raven haired rich girl had matched Donna move for move all throughout this double stuffing, and if she would’ve been getting tested on her efforts here, she too would’ve passed with flying colors.
However, the true star of the show right now was Betty. This dynamic dicking duo had proven to be too much for her and after edging all day, she finally hit her peak, a rush of cum gushing out of her gooey center. Her juices of jubilee coated the carpet beneath her, and her entire body bucked and trembled as she experienced multiple climaxes, each one more powerful than the last. Then, once she was finished finishing, the fully floored floozy fell onto the floor, flat on her face, her back passage sliding off of those cocks with an uber loud and slightly gross popping sound. Out like a light, the docile eyeful’s anal tunnel remained wide enough to welcome a semi truck, Donna and Veronica’s handiwork on full display.
Coincidentally enough, Veronica came simultaneously with Betty, and the overpowering orgasms she emitted against her harness granted her a sense of liberation she had seldom felt before. The luscious and loving Lodge no longer had to pretend she didn’t want to fuck the everloving shit out of Betty Cooper, as that was exactly what she had just done. And much like Betty’s abused anus, Veronica would never be the same because of her part in today’s proceedings. Veronica knew she wanted to keep butt banging Betty going forward. She needed to keep butt banging Betty. After repeatedly shutting out the longstanding lust filled passion she felt for her blonde bestie, she could at last openly display her affection. She was finally being honest with her true desires so there was no way she could sacrifice them now. At the same time however, submissive thoughts swirled throughout her mind, the Lodge undeniably drawn in by Donna’s distinct aura of dominance. Veronica Lodge had split into two—one that wanted to hold every card and one that wanted to forfeit her entire deck.
Unlike the Riverdale duo, Donna did her damndest to hold her climax back, the brunette striving to be as impressive of a butt buster as she could muster, but feeling Betty’s body blithely writhing beneath her and hearing the fantastic orgasmic elation escaping not only Betty’s mouth but Veronica’s too, the head-turning hottie no doubt cumming buckets against her harness, was all enough for Donna to give in. As she rode her wave of exhilarating ecstasy, she felt her favorite feeling in the universe—unchecked power. In the span of one morning, she had stretched her bitch’s butt to its limits and had already planted the seeds for Veronica to join the submissive blonde’s ranks. She had been confident before, but now Donna felt altogether invincible.
Once both Donna and Veronica’s climaxes had concluded, the two teen tops stood still for a few long seconds, their eyes fixated on that gaping anus. Then they circled the Cooper girl’s unconscious body while maintaining their gaze on that whorish orifice, like vultures encroaching upon a fresh meal—which was a bit ironic given how used up Betty was. However, the spotlight soon shifted away from Betty as Donna moseyed on over to Veronica, questionable intent evident on her face. The sneering domineering Stonewall student licked her lips and scanned over Veronica as if she was a shiny new toy instead of the strong, independent, and brazen woman she had built herself up to be. The threatening preppie casually placed her hands atop Veronica’s shoulders, lightly massaging her tender tendons, before leaning forward and whispering into her ear.
“You told me I could do whatever I want to you. Do you still hold to that?” Donna icily asked, a menacing malintent underlying within her voice, and the room grew uncharacteristically quiet for the first time that morning, but that sudden silence didn’t really mean much.
After all, deep down, both girls knew Veronica’s answer.
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