Sweett Victory | By : Heyoo Category: M through R > Riverdale Views: 6029 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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“You told me I could do whatever I want to you. Do you still hold to that?”
The words hit Veronica like a solid red brick to her makeup caked face. She had seen firsthand how Donna had skillfully crafted Betty into an unquestioning sexpet who hung onto Donna’s every last word and who carried out Donna’s ever last demand, and she now had to wonder if Betty’s undying devotion was a window into the fixed fate awaiting her…
No! Breaking was not in Veronica Lodge’s lexicon. She was stronger than anyone she knew and she would last longer than Betty had. But, she had technically agreed to give herself over to Donna for today all thanks to her libido-fueled outburst from earlier, so she had to tread carefully on the thinning tightrope before her and land swiftly yet safely into a nice and comfortable middle ground between dominance and submission.
“Depends…” Veronica shrugged coolly, “What is it that you have in mind?”
Donna pondered, “Well, for starters...why don’t we get that strap-on off of you?”
Veronica obliged, removing the harness from her waist, then anticipatorily asked, “Next?”
Donna gave a kittenish grin as she twirled Veronica around, using every ounce of her upper body strength to push the raven haired beauty down to her knees before barking out, “Next, you can clean my cock of Betty’s skanky ass! Mmm, that’s right, ‘Ronnie’. Suck my dick.”
Veronica stared at the 12 inch dildo inches away from her face and considered her options. The obvious choice, the choice she at once felt compelled to make, was to submit and suck that strap-on drenched in Betty’s anal juices. However, the downfall that could result out of debasing herself in that way was a slippery slope the teenage business owner wasn’t sure she wanted to slide down, especially as she had never encountered a cock that unwieldy and she had never gone ass-to-mouth with a dick that had fucked her own enormous backside, let alone one that had wholeheartedly hammered another girl’s sphincter. But after witnessing that superb sodomy from the powerful prep schooler, the temptation to do as she was told was an almost unassailable sensation Veronica greatly struggled to overcome. Worst of all, she knew in her heart of hearts that being subjugated under Donna’s dominion was what she yearned for in that moment, and quelling her sexual appetite at the expense of preserving her integrity seemed to be a recurring theme today, so she really should just give in to what appeared to be unavoidable.
Taking her time, Veronica dropped down to her knees whilst wearing a wry sly smile and dryly mimicking Betty’s voice when she responded, “Yes Donna.”
Donna should’ve grabbed Veronica by her luscious soft locks of raven hair and shouted at her to show some respect, but the sight of the sleek skinned sex bomb sucking cock like a pro was vastly distracting. Veronica took things slow at first, her small soft pink tongue slipping out of her mouth and easing down Donna’s shaft. The saucy and sexy raven haired babe had been hesitant at first to dare and try sampling this anal flavored dick, but now she was lustily and thunderously moaning upon tasting Betty’s bowels on this rubber rod, the lavish Lodge licking the lengthy black dildo up and down like it was a lollipop, but this 12 inch toy had a taste Veronica found even sweeter. She hadn’t known what to expect, but she actually loved the taste of her best friend’s rectum. However, while Veronica was enjoying herself, Donna wasn’t sure she could say the same.
Donna definitely appreciated how quickly Veronica had become an avid ATM slut, but she wanted the Lodge to do a lot more than just lick that dick, and she clarified as much, stating “Are you hard of hearing? I said suck my dick!”
Removing her tongue from the center of the prep schooler’s shaft, Veronica continued to mouth off to her alleged dom, insincerely replying, “My mistake.”
But then like a good little sub, Veronica listened and obeyed, wrapping her big lips around the tip of this toy and moaning even more ardently when she did as her taste buds were now overwhelmed with the strong flavor of Betty’s ass, the teen nightclub manager pouring all her effort and attention into sucking the head of this cock dry of every drop of these yummy anal juices. She savoured slurping on the part of this perfect prick that had gone as far into the blonde’s anus as was humanly possible for several minutes before eventually shoving her face further down onto that cock, inch after inch of this rubber phallus disappearing into the young wealthy woman’s windpipe, Veronica reaching out and gripping the uptight and unhinged Stonie’s tight ass in an attempt to push this strap-on deeper inside her throat.
Under normal circumstances, Donna would have very quickly swatted Veronica’s hands down and exploded. No bitch got the right to touch Donna without Donna’s explicit permission. However, she was willing to enable an exception just this once, if only because Veronica’s assiduous and fastidious effort to deepthroat her 12 incher was hot as hell, though Donna was rather surprised Veronica had to work this hard to get the full length of the dildo down her gullet. Based on her intel from Betty as well as her own inferences, Donna had come to the fairly sound conclusion that Veronica’s lips had been practically glued to Archie’s cock for the past couple of years, meaning one could reasonably suspect the Lodge would be an adept expert in the field of sucking dick. And while Veronica had been able to handle the first couple of inches of this rubber fuckstick down her assumed-to-be well trained trachea, she had noticeable trouble in her bid to get the rest of this rod inside her oral orifice, leaving Donna to wonder if Archie, for all his rugged handsomeness, left a lot to be desired in the downstairs department.
In Veronica’s admittedly biased opinion, Archie did possess a formidable 6 inches between his legs, and she had prided herself on taking that whole hog down her throat on multiple occasions. In fact, she could fondly recall nights in which, at the behest of Archie, the entire male locker room would present her with delicious meaty cocks for her to inhale, every Bulldog from Reggie Mantle to Mad Dog Moore taking advantage of her first-class fellatio skills. But Donna’s dick was bigger than even the biggest dick Veronica had handled during those unseemly orgies and it was exactly double the size of her beloved Archie’s flagpole, meaning the shaft currently invading Veronica evaded Veronica. But, as always, this raven haired hottie was brash and rash, and initial struggles would not deter her to continue pursuing this erotic endeavor, though her gag reflex might. Anytime Veronica ventured to make any headway on giving head, she wound up choking violently, spittle dribbling down the normally gorgeous and glamorous girl’s chin, which of course provided a goldmine for Donna’s sharp tongued commentary.
“Aw, does the babe need a bib?” Donna laughed as she watched streams of saliva flow out of Veronica’s overwhelmed mouth. “I can see you still need a lot of time before you become the perfect sub you were born to be—which is fine by me. I’m glad to have plenty of time to break in your hot little mouth. Although, I’m a bit surprised. I mean, everything up to this point indicated you’d be nothing but a classless slut, and now it turns out you can’t deep throat? Oh well, your supposedly sweet Betty needed some extra training too. I just thought you might have been more ‘in practice’, but I guess the guys in Riverdale are about as unremarkable as everyone else in your sad little town.”
The only semblance of a reply Veronica could provide was a woeful, feeble, fleeting whimper around the big black dick in her mouth. She wanted to pull away and protest. She wanted to earnestly assert that her ‘Archiekins’ was more than enough for her. But she wasn’t sure she believed any of those statements anymore, and her emerging uncertainty quickly multiplied when Donna gripped a hold of the back of Veronica’s dark haired skull and pushed the Latina forward, the sound of Veronica’s muffled gags filling the room as she continued to taste the remnant’s of Betty’s rectum.
Speaking of that pathetic blonde putz, Betty had begun to stir again, still recovering from the intense double ass fucking she had incurred earlier in the morning, her abused asshole aching with lingering agony. However, that physical pain was nothing compared to her hurting heart as she gained enough consciousness to be faintly aware of the fact that Veronica was gleefully gobbling up the juices on Donna’s strap-on, most likely the juices from her rigorously wrecked rectum, and that just wasn’t fair! That was her butt cream, thus she should be the one sparging that large long toy and guzzling down all the booty juice she found there. But alas, Veronica had been awake, therefore Veronica had been given the opportunity to suck that rear wrecker clean of ream cream, and all that poor Betty could do was watch this sexy scene with contemptuous envy. She did take a bit of risk in very openly displaying her displeasure, her trembling bottom lip sticking out and presenting Donna with a miserable pout, and her normally big blue eyes shrinking to the size of pebbles, her sadness fully showcased.
Noticing her pet’s petty pouting, the privileged preppie pontificated, “Aw, it looks like someone wishes they could be showing off their gifts as a dumb cocksucker right now, huh? Well, too bad, bitch. You can’t always get what you want. God, that seems to be the recurring problem with you Riverdale dwellers. You all think you’re the center of attention, always and forever. News flash: none of you are special! I could’ve gone my whole life without meeting you or your walking Prozac ad of a boyfriend, and been better off for it. Though I guess I wouldn’t have been able to keep you around as my fuckhole if that had happened. Then again, you’re used up enough now that it doesn’t make much of a difference, because I could do so much better if I wanted to. In a way, I’d say I’m doing better now, but I’m not sure if Veronica is ‘better’, per say. More of a challenge, maybe, but better? Eh.”
Both B and V let out muffled cries of humiliation from being insulted to their very being. This trash talk was the kind of verbal abuse Betty lived for. She loved hearing how little Donna thought of her and how her relationship with Donna was a privilege of the utmost honor. Betty was honored Donna had selected her to be a sub.
Veronica—not so much.
Veronica knew she was better than some poor paltry excuse of a woman like Betty, but this morning had been a real moment of weakness for her. But that’s all it was--a moment. Veronica may have been currently getting her pretty little head shoved further onto this cock by this bullish brunette and consequently scarfing down more and more of Betty’s bunghole by the second like a substandard subservient ass to mouth whore, but that didn’t mean she would be in this position permanently. She could turn the tables on Donna...somehow. Thinking lightning fast, Veronica decided on an ingenious method to inform Donna that she wasn’t going to simply roll over. Still clutching onto the coldhearted scholar’s firm ass, Veronica gave those ample cheeks a short soft squeeze, testing the waters for Donna’s response. Then, when she didn’t get any pushback, the saucy bossy business owner continued to greedily grope the brunette’s backside with her grubby hands, as if she was the big strong top and Donna was the cowering sub. The impact of this maneuver was undercut by the fact that she was still happily lapping at and sucking on this cock, her head being forward far enough by Donna that she was now violently choking on all 12 inches, but she at least was drumming up some power amidst her submission, especially since her continued clasping of Donna’s ass was rousing stifled moans out of the Stonewall Prep attendee. Heartened by that reaction, Veronica’s finger fumbled before stumbling upon Donna’s anal entrance, both of Veronica’s index fingers encircling that puckered hole while she kept up gagging on this monster cock.
Wrong move.
Immediately panicking when she felt those digits poking at her back door, Donna’s eyes grew wider than saucers, and she repositioned her grip on Veronica’s head, grabbing a handful of hair atop Veronica’s head and quickly tossed said head off that cock, causing the Pop’s owner to lose her grasp on Donna’s behind and to fall flat onto her face like a total fucking loser.
“Absolutely not!” Donna spat, extending one of her heels so it kicked Veronica right in the ribs, leading to a woeful whinny from the Maple Rum maker. “I guess one of many things they don’t teach you in Riverdale is respect! You’ll have to have that beaten into you. Time for a spanking, bitch.”
Veronica cried pathetically, but then dutifully complied, the raven haired beauty crawling over to the bold brunette. Unfortunately, Donna responded to this move by booting Veronica’s breathtaking face. The Lodge was downright dazed and completely confused by this harsh and hurtful action from the Quill and Skull club member until Donna pointed over to her trusty blonde bitch.
“I didn’t say I was the one spanking you,” Donna clarified.
Betty blathered in shock at this sudden duty placed upon her, “D-Donna, I don’t...I mean, I can’t…I...I really don’t think…”
“You do as you’re told.” Donna stated plainly, and Betty instantly rapidly nodded, not wanting to challenge her mistress in any way.
Veronica sighed as she turned around and crawled towards Betty. If any act could break her, this one might be it, as the thought of taking a butt beating from a certified bottom was a huge blow to her ego. Thus, when Veronica reached her destination, she looked up to the blonde with baited breath, wanting to get this over with.
“Umm...ok,” Betty grumbled, clearly unsure how to seize control. “What to do, what to do?…”
Donna suspired with dire anguish, wishing briefly that she was surrounded by a pair of real women instead of having to deal with these blemishes on not only the female gender but humanity as a whole. Of course, that desire was one that couldn’t truly be met because every other woman was an inferior underling in Donna’s view. Besides, she wouldn’t honestly want Betty or Veronica to rise to her level as she had quite enjoyed dehumanizing the two Riverdale hotties today, not to mention the fun she had been having marking Betty’s body as her territory over the past 2 months. Still, their sloppy shortcomings when it came to the art of dominance were exceedingly dispiriting for the successful Stonewall pupil in moments like these.
Pushing forward, Donna gritted her teeth and spoke to the broken blonde as if she was a small mentally deficient child, explaining, “Grab her by her hair and take her over to the bed, take her over your knee, and then beat that butt until it’s bright red. Sound simple enough?”
Obviously uncomfortable with having to take power, Betty did her best to put on a brave face, weakly smiling as she softly replied, “Yes Donna.”
The Cooper girl clutched onto her friend’s raven hair, Veronica yelping in pain due to Betty’s tighter-than-expected grip but willingly following her to Donna’s bed, the Lodge being led like a dog by the ultra-submissive blonde. Betty then sat her still sore and loosened ass down onto her mistress’s mattress and acted as aggressively as she could, pulling Veronica up and onto her lap, which she shockingly was able to do with ease, Veronica working with Betty to assume this demeaning position. And Betty was so glad she did, because now she could see get an up-close and personal view of that mouth-wateringly juicy booty. Lust rushed through the Blue and Gold journalist’s veins as her eyes quickly became unyieldingly attached to those tanned toned cheeks, her hand gliding across the smooth skin of these gigantic globes. Admittedly, arousal wasn’t the only sensation swirling through Betty presently however. Unfortunately, the green-eyed monster had sunken its claws into the golden haired girl’s equally golden heart, an insurmountably mountainous amount of bitter resentment sweeping over her as she knew no matter what she did, she would never be able to attain an ass as perfect as Veronica Lodge’s top-notch bottom. For years now, Betty had struggled to achieve a positive mindset in regards to her own attractiveness, and while her relationship with Jug and, ironically enough, her friendship with Veronica had helped to an extent, Donna was the one who had finally freed her of feeling ashamed, or so she thought. The brunette had always bolstered her body image by never failing to effervesce with countless compliments about how fuckable Betty’s body was, and how good she looked taking a cock in either her ass, cunt, or both. But now that Veronica’s humongous backside was at Donna’s disposal, the youthful sleuth feared the queer Queer Stonewall student would no longer give her the time of day and instead would opt to play with Veronica’s bubble butt. That hypothetical horror was especially disheartening because Betty had toiled tirelessly, spending loads more time in the gym doing squats and actively changing her diet in a pointed attempt to cultivate a greater quantity of curvaceousness, Betty knowing the more voluptuous the figure she possessed was, the more fanatical Donna’s ogling would be. But now, all of her work towards a more robustly rotund butt may have all been a bust as Veronica’s rump was just naturally plump, hypnotically so. The longer Betty’s ocean colored eyes stared at Miss La Bonne Nuit’s derrière, the more that behind begged to be spanked and fucked.
Tepidly tossing away all of her cumbersome insecurity, Betty inhaled and exhaled before rearing her head back and smacking that rear...or trying to anyway. In actuality, Betty delivered a swat so puny it wouldn’t have hurt a fly, but regardless, Veronica’s astoundingly well-rounded ass mounds jiggled like jelly the moment Betty’s hand landed on her tender and supple skin. Watching those ripples sent through her bestie’s nearly made Betty squirt on the spot, but while her arousal skyrocketed after each slap delivered to this remarkable rump, her aggression did not. Instead, her pithy, pitiable, and painless spanking persisted, this dour display disappointing Donna beyond belief. Or more accurately, as disappointed as she could be whilst still getting to drool at the sight of Veronica’s massive cheeks shaking.
Saliva-inducing as that quaking booty may be, Donna wasn’t going to let Betty’s horrendous spanking technique off the hook. The brunette marched over closer to her blonde pet, a sour glower and a let-down lour darkening her face. In an instant, Betty knew she had royally screwed up just by glancing at Donna’s face, the blonde bashfully lowering her head in sorrowful shame. However, it remained questionable whether Donna possessed an ounce of mercy within her, and rather than relent, she lit into the teen detective, scorching her for her dreadful performance.
“What the HELL are you doing?” Donna screeched with overflowing fury, “You call that a spanking? You have to put some effort into it. It should be more like this .”
Moving her hand back while her eyes remained deadlocked on the raven haired River Vixen’s Rubenesque rear, Donna licked her lips, ready to teach yet another Riverdale babe a much needed lesson. Then, a resounding thwack echoed throughout the room as Donna dished out a devastating blow to Veronica’s bulbous backside, her slap so impactful it was shocking she didn’t leave a red handprint on that sexy tan ass, Veronica squealing out in pain upon this sudden change in brutality her bare butt had to bear.
“Like that ,” Donna reiterated, “Got it?”
“Yes Donna,” Betty gently nodded with a dejected frown before quickly adding, “Sorry Donna, I’m just a dumb piece of ass that doesn’t know any better.”
In spite of how predisposed Donna had become to crookedness and cruelty, she could feel her normally unscrupulous nature melting away fast each second that cutesy pout was present on her pet’s face, the normally stone cold Stonie softening her tone and rubbing Betty’s shoulders, “Don’t worry Betty. I may normally pass you off as a good-for-nothing skank, but I have faith that you can do this if you really put your mind to it.”
A small smile settled onto Betty’s face as she looked up at Donna. Bolstered by the preppie’s pep talk, Betty took a deep breath and then offered up another attempt at beating Veronica’s butt. While marginally more forceful than her previous shots, given that Veronica actually let out a small whimper in response, it still unquestionably paled in comparison to Donna’s assault on that ass. Yet, the now brainless blonde actually had the audacity to flash a toothy grin at her owner as if she had actually accomplished something.
“Not quite..” Donna dashed Betty’s dreams and subsequently struck Veronica’s big behind hard enough to leave a large red welt.
Betty attempted to match that intensity but once more failed, being outclassed by the hit Donna levied seconds later. That pattern continued for a while, Betty delivering a more delicate tap to the reformed mean teen’s tush, and Donna shattering Betty’s civility by battering that butt. And God help her, Veronica loved it. She loved the alternating use of force, how she could feel Betty’s soft hand almost caress her keister, and how that was accompanied by a wound up and wounding whack to that same spot. She loved how her flesh jiggled, Veronica’s big fat butt trembling with each pat and wallop. She loved how wet this spanking made her--especially the rougher the spanking was. Every time Donna’s hand crashed into the Lodge’s meaty cheeks, her hot heaving body was thrusted forward, her moist cunt rubbing up against the blonde’s thigh. Her clit brushed against Betty’s lush skin, jolts of pleasure rushing through her as she felt her swollen pearl sliding on her friend’s smooth and pale complexion.
Most of all, Veronica loved the inordinate humiliation of being bent over the knee of an utter bottom like Betty, and even worse, getting spanked by her. Sure, Donna was doing the heavy lifting, but Betty was beginning to come into her own in terms of raw power exerted, that fact humbling the once proud business owner, and it only grew more mortifying as time went on. While it was plenty ignominious for Donna and Betty to take turns attacking Veronica’s balloon-like backside, eventually Donna became confident enough in Betty’s abilities to effectively slap that ass, and left Betty to her own devices, no longer aiding the blonde in this spanking. While Betty’s spanking alone fell short of the viciousness exhibited when Betty and Donna were putting forth a joint effort, it was still rough enough that Veronica could feel the lasting impact of every whack. Oh God, moments ago, Veronica had worked with Donna to double team Betty’s slutty ass, and now, the possessor of said slutty ass was absolutely laying into Veronica’s own rear end! What a fucking joke!
With that thought gnawing and clawing at her mind, tears began streaming down Veronica’s face, the disgraced speak-easy barkeep teeming with shame as a twinge of pain soared through her whore body. Her twat’s burning led to her stomach churning, the once assertive babe petrified at how turned on she was by being degraded so greatly. As her sopping snatch vibrated more and more against Betty’s creamy thigh, the unshakeable need to cum continued to once again build within her, this desireful fire full of lust and lechery between Veronica’s legs showing no signs of slowing. Her velvety voice sputtered as she uttered a guttural cry born out of angst and stimulation. Whine after awful whine flooded the room, this woebegone weeping sweeping Veronica off into a whole other place mentally. The moment Betty’s palm started pulverizing her plump posterior single handedly was the moment Veronica had started to break. She had survived so much trauma and terror and was still able to keep her trademark fearlessness, but this ultimate dishonor was her turning point. Getting the shit beaten out of her by this worthless bottom made her sure she would never be the same. She could try all she wanted, but she knew deep down, a part of her would be gone forever due to the horror of the Cooper girl spanking the hell out of her. And not only spanking her, but groping her. Betty started to squeeze Veronica’s reddened rear in between her hard slaps, massaging that meaty rectum and making Veronica feel amazing, and then ashamed for feeling amazing. Oh God, how could Veronica ever look at herself in the mirror again?
As if the diabolical bitch could read Veronica’s mind, Donna gaily sauntered over to her nightstand and gave a small chuckle as she scoured through the center drawer, which then developed into cacophonous cackling once she found what she was searching for. Snapping her head over towards the helpless Lodge, Donna grinned like a Cheshire cat as she held in her hand the weapon that was guaranteed to ruin Veronica once and for all. Strolling back over to Veronica, Donna extended her hand and placed an old rusty metal hand mirror in front of her face, and that was when Veronica was fairly certain she’d die from discomfiture, as she got a razor-sharp glimpse of her discombobulated self. Her hair was an absolute mess, her normally lusciously coiffed locks instead draping down and covering her beautiful face. Speaking of said face, the parts of it not covered by her untamed mane were in poor shape, her eyeliner and mascara in streaks down her tan cheeks, mostly as a result of her continued sobbing as her badass image was ruthlessly slaughtered before her very eyes.
“Take a good long look.” Donna unforgivingly taunted, “Take a good long look at what you’ve become. You’re even worse than Betty. God, I didn’t know that was possible, but you’re actually such a pathetic poser that Betty can dismantle you. I mean, Christ, if Betty can dominate you, I’m pretty sure you just have to accept the fact that you can never be called a real woman again. You’re just a piece of trash made to be overpowered and outclassed.”
The waterworks kept pouring out of Veronica’s big brown eyes, and soon, they weren’t the only liquid trickling out of Veronica. Donna’s verbal abuse combined with Betty’s physical abuse was a duo Veronica couldn’t counteract against, and thus, her cum began running onto Betty’s thigh, the sticky substance not violently squirting in the way it had earlier that morning, but instead flowing freely like a calm river. Her body convulsed as she simultaneously hit a spectacular emotional high and low. Her jubilation had shot through the roof from experiencing this monumental pleasure washing over but her abashment had been amplified by climaxing from this total submissive spanking her to her heart’s content. Worst of all, this new level of sluttiness from the formerly bold as brass Latina was ripe for not only Donna but also Betty to interject.
“Really, V? You came already?” Betty asked in awe.
“Yeah she did,” Donna confirmed while Veronica weakly whimpered in response, “Mmm yeah, your high and mighty little ‘bestie’ here just came from a spanking and a spanking alone, and one that wasn’t even from a true top. No, it was from a pitiful fuckhole like you, and now, ‘V’ is showing her true colors. Ohh, Veronica’s made it clear she’s just as pathetic as you. She’s just a nasty little pain slut like you are, Betty. Maybe even more than you are. After all, I’ve spanked your thick little ass when you’ve been really bad, and even though you moaned throughout like a two dollar whore, I don’t think you ever sunk so low as to squirt out your cunt cream because I had beaten your butt that good. Hell, it’s even worse that you were doing the spanking. I guess big bad Veronica Lodge is no match for sweet little Betty Cooper, huh?”
Emphasizing Veronica’s fallen star status, Donna eagerly began groping her rounded reddened rump, that juicy ass about the same color as a rose in bloom. In response, a sniffling Veronica whinnied softly, unable to hide the glee produced from Donna treating her brutalized booty like a piece of meat. And that satisfaction only became harder for the La Bonne Nuit owner to suppress, as Donna seemed hellbent on not shutting up.
“Mmm, what an ass,” Donna practically drooled. “A big, fat, disgusting ass made to be fucked. Oh, you’re way too much of a skank to take it in the pussy, no no no. It’s anal only for you from now on. Got it?”
Donna accentuated her point with a thunderous thwack to Veronica’s rear, leading the Lodge to cry out again in pain, pleasure, and embarrassment, “GAAAHHH!”
Interpreting that as a yes, Donna smiled at Betty and motioned towards the bondage Veronica was previously tied up in that she had tossed of to the side.
“Betty?” Donna’s voice went about 3 octaves higher as she played the role of ‘Miss Nice Girl’ whilst talking to her first fuckpet. “Would you be a dear and grab those leathers? It’s time for Veronica to fully understand who she’s dealing with.”
Betty slid the Lodge off her lap and scurried over to the leathers lying on the ground, picking them up and envisioning the hot scenario that was about to come her way, and once again brimming with jealousy. She had never received the privilege of being tied up for Donna’s amusement, which on one hand, meant she didn’t know if she actually liked it and therefore was rightfully envious, but given how she always came to love whatever wonderfully wicked things Donna did to her, she was pretty confident she would grow to love being strapped to a bed, nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, feeling Donna ram her hot little fuckhole...Oh shit, she was getting wet just thinking about it. Veronica really was one lucky bitch.
Reaffirming that thought, Donna grabbed a hold of the Lodge and positioned her exactly how she wanted her on the bed, sternly commanding, “Stay put, Veronica. Lay nice and flat on your stomach just like that, face down, ass up, arms draped over the bed. You understand?”
The volume of Veronica’s voice as meager as a measly mouse, she nevertheless responded, “Yes Donna,” without any hint of her prior sarcasm when saying so.
Donna’s plan progressed perfectly when Betty made her way over to the brunette, with those purple letters in hand, the snobbish preppie instructing, “Now, make yourself useful and tie Veronica’s arms down. I don’t want this bitch to move a muscle while I ream her big fat disgusting ass.”
Donna was somewhat shocked the Lodge had caved so easily. Her icy determination had melted away just like that, making it clear she was exactly like Betty. She may have talked a big game at the start, but she was made for one thing and one thing alone, and that was getting her perfectly rounded rear rammed with a rod, real or rubber. Of course, a small yet troubling fear was pounding inside the back of her mind, Donna worried that Veronica would try to turn the tables on her once more. Well, maybe fear and worry weren’t the right words, as she was extremely confident in her ability to triumph over this wannabe wanton, but she still didn’t want Veronica to fight against her obvious destiny. While every now and again, she did love a good challenge, she’d really prefer Veronica to be ready and willing. The lavish Lodge was so exceptionally hot that all Donna’s world was consumed with right now was ensuring she could get the full length of her 12 incher inside her quivering hole as soon as possible, and that task got accomplished a lot easier if Veronica succumbed to the behavioral standards of a docile little whore. Oh well, she’d have to focus on any potential problems with her soon-to-be sub later because for now she was happily watching Betty tie that hottie to the bed. Despite how unfaltering Betty was in her submission, Donna appreciated how dexterous Betty was in tying these knots around both the bed posts and Veronica’s wrists, a pained and drained expression on the face of the Riverdale resident as she was restrained again.
If the ‘sweet and innocent’ ignoramus hadn’t been forever ingrained in Donna’s mind as the dutiful submissive slave she had become, Donna could totally picture her fuckpet as a bonafide top in an alternate reality, proudly claiming ownership over all of her ridiculously sexy friends. However, Donna was also eternally grateful she didn’t live in that reality and lived in this one instead as Betty was the ideal bottom, that point being further exemplified by how briskly Betty crawled up onto the bed after successfully tying her best friend on to it and gazed lovingly into Donna’s eyes, her lips offering a winsome grin and her head resting on Veronica’s mountainous cheeks, the Cooper girl snuggling up against Veronica’s warm bound body.and letting out a soft endearing sigh. Donna probably should get a hold of herself and scold her subservient bottom, but she was supremely satisfied with stepping back and admiring the sight of her slut eagerly awaiting her next set of orders. It sounded incredibly cheesy, but the longer Betty held that position, the harder it was for Donna to breathe, the brunette’s breath taken away by how downright adorable her sub looked in this moment, the bubbly blonde taking a hold of her heart...which was weird, because Betty was an irritating gutter slut unworthy of any love, and yet Donna couldn’t prevent herself from feeling butterflies as she stared at her property. Thankfully, she was able to subdue this sudden alien feeling and press forward, maneuvering herself up onto the bed and positioning herself so she would be ready to thrust her cock forward into Veronica’s waiting anus.
“Betty, spread her cheeks for me.” The brunette cooly commanded.
“Yes Donna.” The blonde instantly chirped back and obeyed.
Veronica wasn’t sure how this had happened. Her persistent resistance was now a distant memory drifting away, the ongoing inner battle between the desire to stay dignified and the impulse to be submissive ceasing, her compliant side conquering its competition. It should feel wrong, and yet, Veronica felt...happy? Completely and authentically happy ? It was a sensation that had eluded her for so long, the constant cavalcade of trauma and drama in Riverdale running over her once hopeful outlook. But now, she felt a sliver of optimism restored within her, almost as if her entire life had been reset. No longer did Veronica have to inhabit a world where she was forever followed by a storm cloud of danger and despair. Instead of her mind being dominated by the looming thoughts of fatality, failure, and familial fighting, her entire being could be dominated by Donna’s giant dildo. She couldn’t quite explain why, but accepting her role as Donna’s sub liberated her from the doom and gloom she normally had to tackle with aplomb. It was only in giving herself over that she felt like herself again.
That wasn’t to say she wasn’t at all antsy feeling that strapon poking at her massive ass cheeks, Donna working to line it up with Veronica’s anal entrance. She had enjoyed all the various times Archie had transformed her tush into nothing more than a cock pocket, but she had never felt anything this big up there. Not only that, but when Archie had sodomized her, it was sort of sweet and loving, the boyish brute checking every few seconds to make sure she was enjoying herself, and she didn’t think she’d get that same courtesy from Donna. Oh, she’d probably still enjoy herself, given that Donna had awakened her to the unnerving truth that she actually got off on being treated like utter garbage, but Archie’s potent passion would be swapped out for Donna’s barbaric brutality, the Stonie sure to show little to no regard for Veronica’s well being as she slammed her bowels. At least, that seemed to be the case if her prior treatment of Betty was any indicator. Thus, mixing in with her merriment was a tiny slice of fear, Veronica knowing her new owner would no doubt abuse her back hole the way it deserved to be abused.
Those qualms weren’t quelled by Donna’s dirty talk, the brunette lustfully and huskily whispering, “Mmm, you know what I’m gonna do to you, don’t you, bitch? I’m going to fuck your fat ass. Mmmhmm, I’m gonna bury my cock as far inside that butt as it will go, and I’m gonna marvel at your unrivaled sluttiness every second I do. Oh, don’t even try to tell me you don’t want this, because we both know that’s not true. So, ask me for the privilege. Ask me to fuck your fat ass!”
“Oh, Donna…” The rich bitch bit her lip as she struggled to bring herself to say those words, perhaps indicating a fraction of her dignity remained intact.
Reiterating her point by giving yet another hard resound slap to the raven haired hottie’s plump rump, Donna barked, “Did I stutter?”
“No Donna, sorry Donna,” Veronica responded, swallowing hard before weakly whining, “Ple...Please fuck my ass.”
With another spiteful smack landing square on that round rear, Donna prodded, “Fuck your what ass?”
“ Fat !” Veronica quickly corrected, any hint of hesitation evaporating as she wept with equal parts desperation and humiliation, struggling to believe the words she was actually saying these words “Fuck my fat ass! God, please Donna, I need it. I’m so sorry for not showing you the respect you deserve earlier. Let me make it up to you by letting you make my big jiggly booty yours. All yours!”
Unable to prevent an evil grin, Donna sinisterly quipped, “If you insist.”
However, in a jaw-dropping moment of moderation from the malicious genius, Donna thrusted forward at a snail’s pace, watching with wonderment as her dildo slowly slid inside that hole, Veronica’s tiny o-ring taking that toy easily due to the measured pace of the preppie’s penetration. It was a rarity for Donna to be mystified, but this rubber rod gradually entering that round rectum had rendered the baleful brunette speechless. It shouldn’t have been a shock that she was able to capitalize on the outstanding opportunity before her to butt fuck Veronica. It was clear Veronica had a nice, plump, and juicy booty made to be pounded daily if not hourly. And whenever Donna encountered a big bottomed bottom like the allegedly assertive Lodge had turned out to be, there was next to no doubt she’d bend that bitch over and drill her anal cavity until she couldn’t walk straight. But, Veronica’s behind was such a majestic masterpiece that it deserved a little extra time to be savoured and celebrated. So, rather than wrecking it right off the bat and leaving the Pop’s owner’s cheeks a bruised and discoloured mess, Donna instead studied this marshmallowy soft, unbelievably supple, and outstandingly tanned backside, appreciating its exquisite texture and tone, and reveling in how its already astonishing appeal was increased exponentially as a result of her dildo pushing through that hole, the glorious sight of Veronica’s shapely ass enhanced by the added component of a big black dick disappearing within its entrance.
And Donna certainly wasn’t the only one enjoying this affair. It was quite clear her first foe-turned-fucktoy was also eating up seeing the lavish Lodge in such a compromising position. Betty perhaps had the best seat in the house in terms of watching Veronica’s seat house inch after inch of mouth-watering girl cock. Oh yes, make no mistake, Veronica Lodge’s cute little asshole wasn’t just a temporary fuckhole but a new home for Donna’s dildo, Betty very well expecting from this point forward that her owner would spend hours on end inside the raven haired rich girl’s ravishing rectum. Of course, that presumption led to Betty’s own back hole trembling with need and envy, the perpetual anal whore of course upset her plump butt wasn’t in the spotlight, and most likely wouldn’t be in the way it was prior ever again. After all, in a booty battle between Veronica Lodge, 99% of women would lose, and while Betty had put in a concerted effort to get her rear to be pert and juicy, just the way her owner liked it, she knew Donna’s attention would now be split between both her curvy ass and Veronica’s incomparable caboose. But the one constant for the pretty and powerless PAWG, dating back to the days in which she actually attempted to fight back and lasting up to the present moment in which she was glad to surrender and tuck her tail between her legs like a useless bitch, was her penchant for finding a silver lining. Sure, her cornfed ass was no longer the sole object of Donna’s affection, but that could be made up for in new experiences, like getting to feel the silky skin of her best friend’s derriere as she spread those cheeks to allow Donna the easiest possible access to this puckered hole. Or getting to alternate between lustfully leering at this 12 inch monster cock stretch that aforementioned hole and dotingly transfixing upon the smarmy smolder on her dom’s face as she got closer and closer to getting all 12 inches inside Veronica’s bowels.
However, both Donna’s and Betty’s satisfaction combined couldn’t hold a candle to Veronica’s reactions throughout this ordeal.She moaned with absolute pleasure, whined out of humiliation from feeling that pleasure, and moaned again once that embarrassment subsided, that cycle continuing throughout this butt stuffing. Oh God, Donna was only in the initial stages of this sordid sodomy and Veronica was already unable to handle herself, both her body and voice betraying her, shrill thrilled squeals exiting her purple shaded lips whilst a sticky puddle leaked out from a very different set of lips, the bed beneath her now coated in her pussy juices. It was an enigmatic contradiction--despite her soaked and sopping body being held firmly in place, she had never felt more free. Her iron-will had begun to unravel and she began emphatically embracing her inner anal slut...but then she fet Donna’s thighs come to rest against her chubby cheeks and her eyes shot wide open, the raven haired beauty at once all too aware and alert of the fact that 12 inches of rubber dick were enclosed within her gigantic jiggly booty, the fashionable firebrand again inclined to adopt a rebellious demeanor as the gravity of this new role started to set in for her. An impulse pulsed through her to dart out of the room or protest or do whatever she could to avoid this further decline into a docile mental state, but neither of those options were plausible or even possible, given that A) she was trapped in this bondage, B) any attempt at an objection was stifled by her inability to form a coherent sentence and instead just mindlessly moan as a result of this reaming, and C) she still didn’t really want this to end. The petrifying reality of this situation had floored her in a flash, but she was in too deep to stop now.
That point was hammered home by Donna’s hammering, the barbaric brunette dropping the pretenses of making love to this fat butt and happily providing her new pet with a heart pounding pounding. A shockwave of energy rocked both Donna and Veronica, this bolt of invigoration jolting throughout both women’s bodies. The brash brunette’s thrashing thighs crashed into Veronica’s big backside, the wondrous sound of skin hitting skin filling the room and acting as some kind of perverse background music to this filthy yet sexy display. Well, that and Veronica’s continual cries of joy each time Donna roughly jerked her cock back and followed that maneuver up by rapidly sliding her strapon forward, her constantly accelerating exhilarating speed never letting up, the brunette’s breakneck pace at full tilt to the hilt. This energizing anal experience was unlike any endeavor Veronica had embarked upon previously, as Donna’s hips smashed into Veronica’s ass with such ferocious impact that a fresh bruise was left on that ample flesh after each thrust. Anytime her redheaded beau had stuck his prick up there, he’d clumsily stumble around a bit, maybe getting a bit rambunctious but always exhibiting a greater passion for Veronica and never lasting too long, as around this time he’d typically be shooting off a load of cum deep into the raven haired rich girl’s bowels. Donna, on the other hand, showed no signs of finishing anytime soon, and obviously didn’t give any second thought to Veronica’s well being throughout this assault on her puckered hole. But, as was established by the fact that Betty’s sub-par spanking had led to her squirting out her juices like a submissive bitch, having pain interspersed within the proceedings added to the Lodge’s pleasure, and Donna appeared to recognize that undeniable truth immediately, further hurting the hottie by gripping onto her hair and teasing her with another round of taunting.
“Take it!” Donna screeched, becoming progressively unhinged the longer she rambled on. “Take it, you stupid fucking bitch. Maybe now you’ll think twice before stepping up to your betters. Oh God, I’ve finally figured it out. All of you Riverdale geeks are the same. There’s some defect in your miniscule brains that makes you think you can belong with the best, that you have what it takes to be on the level of anyone at Stonewall, and then sooner or later, you’re confronted with reality and forced to bow down to our superiority. I don’t give a shit how tough any of you think you are, Jughead couldn’t fuck with me, Betty couldn’t fuck with me, and you can’t fuck with me. I mean, I thought maybe you’d actually give me a little bit of a challenge, but I’ve never been happier to be so flat-out wrong. Welcome home ‘Ronnie’. Your destiny was always to be my anal slut and now that life can be fully realized! I OWN YOU! YOU’RE MINE! And don’t you EVER forget it.”
It was almost unthinkable, but Veronica was already on the brink of cumming again. She used to feel she had exceptional endurance when it came to holding off her climaxes but the humiliation of this situation combined with the sharp tongue and sexual prowess of this Stonewall student proved to be a formidable foe to her once surefire stamina. Her mind was so greatly overwhelmed with the building burning need to orgasm that she almost became numb to feeling these 12 inches of rubber rubbing against the inside of her blubber butt. Almost , but there was really no plausible way she would ever not feel Donna pumping her plump rear full of cock. And she was glad that was the case because it felt unfathomably good. Oh, she truly couldn’t last much longer. Donna destroying her anal passage with a gigantic dildo was simply too much to bear. Fuck!
Apparently sensing how close the Lodge was to the edge, Donna abruptly stopped battering her bowels and began gradually extracting this girthy fucktoy from Veronica’s anal passage, leading to the wealthy beauty woefully wailing as she no longer received the honor of Donna’s dick in her ass. Unsurprisingly, the dominant prep school scholar showed no sympathy for her newest sub, trying to rub salt into the wound by delivering yet another forceful smack to that backside, though that sadistic move backfired as the masochistic Latina just blithely moaned. Still, her punishment was forthcoming, as the entire length of that shaft was now out of ‘Ronnie’s’ rectum. Yet, when Donna closed a door, she opened a window. So, while she needed to give Veronica a rest in order to ensure she could extend this anal annihilation further, that didn’t mean there wasn’t another eager sub who would gladly take whatever Donna threw her way. Gazing into her gorgeous golden haired pet’s vacant eyes, Donna gave a small smile before motioning for Betty to move away from Veronica’s booty, the Cooper complying, no longer spreading those humongous cheeks but instead awaiting whatever her owner had in store. She didn't have to wait long as Donna quickly pushed her fake fuckstick in between Betty’s pillowy breasts, sliding that cock forward and back, officially titfucking the blonde teen, much to both of their delights.
Betty hadn’t been expecting this sudden shift in attention from Donna, but she welcomed with open arms. Watching Veronica be the center of Donna’s world had made Betty extremely jealous, so she’d take whatever action she could get, and given how obsessed Donna had become with her bouncy b-cup boobs, this act seemed more than apt. Various times throughout their reocurring sloppy kinky fuck sessions, Donna had always floated the idea of shoving and rubbing her strap-on between the nubile nympho’s next level knockers, but that frequently mentioned fantasy had never materialized...until now. Yes, now Donna was uninhibitedly thrusting her 12 incher upwards rapidly and whacking that blonde babe straight in the jaw with the tip of her toy while keeping that thick dildo in between those behemoth breasts. Betty’s mind may have been whipped and stirred into servile slop at this point but even she could comprehend what Donna was insinuating, the journalist juvenile cocking her head awkwardly to enclose the head of this shaft within her glossy lips, her eyes shuddering shut and an enthusiastic gasp escaping her mouth, the typical glee that came from tasting ass sweeping over the beautiful blonde. Chuckling, the batty brunette went berserk once more, uncoordinated in the way she hoisted her hips forward and started throatfucking the Cooper girl from this bizarre position, watching her large tits hug this rubber hog and hearing her joyous moans morph into ravenous and raucous slurping, the teen sleuth doing whatever she could to capture every last drop of her best friend’s anal juices.
Smiling, Donna continued to be in awe of Betty's ability to suck the cock place in between her massive breasts, quipping, “Wow. This really gives a whole new meaning to Jughead, huh?”
Betty blushed at this redefinition of her ex-boyfriend’s name, her memory being jogged into visualizing her pre-submissive life once more. However, she quickly became distracted from those hazy images as the darkest depths of Veronica’s bowels were still flooding her taste buds. Although, the burning lust that had boiled up within her was beginning to turn into fiery envy as her greatest fears were proven true--Veronica Lodge’s ass was so much tastier than hers. It wasn’t quite as delicious as Donna’s derriere, but it was incredibly yummy nonetheless and extremely addictive. Betty’s muffled moans grew longer and louder and her once tightly shut eyes flitted open, the Blue and Gold writer locking her eyes straight ahead onto Donna’s smolder-wearing face. Her blood pressure began to race, arousal shading her each and every move, the blonde babe taking a risk by acting without a direct order, her hands tracing over her fairly curvy body and cupping her breasts, her soft slender fingers caressing her creamy swollen flesh, the FBI informant pressing her breasts together so they could tightly squeeze the dildo that was still occupying her slutty dicksucking lips. Betty Cooper’s voice was at one point in time her strength, the journalist using her iron wit to clap back against her adversaries, be it a particularly bitchy Cheryl Blossom, a demented and rambly Evelyn Evernever, or, as had been most recent, a sadistic and narcissistic Donna Sweett. But in perhaps the perfect show of symbolism, Betty was entirely silenced by Donna’s big thick dick, her mind, spirit, and body broken, her jaw aching as a rubber rod became engulfed in her mouth for what felt like the umpteenth time this morning. Yet, it still wasn’t enough for the cock hungry blonde bimbo, Betty hunching her neck down, putting herself in an especially cramped position, in order to feel Veronica’s butt cream trickle down her throat, Riverdale’s Nancy Drew putting forth her best attempt at deepthroating this toy. Though just because it was her best attempt didn’t mean it was any good, the blonde smokeshow unable to move her mouth beyond the tip due to the way she was currently situated. This miserable effort from the investigative journalist warranted a disdainful sneer from Donna, who pushed hard on Betty’s nude body, causing the sub to nearly be hurtled off the bed and crash land on the floor, Donna’s mindless minion just barely able to hang onto her balance. Worst of all, the brunette showed no remorse, instead placing her attention back to the tied up bombshell in front of her.
Veronica was grateful for that attention— too grateful perhaps. From the moment Donna had pulled that strap-on out of her rectum and turned her focus to Betty, Veronica was clamoring to be the centerpiece again. And she hated that those emotions had arisen within her, but she could do next to nothing to suppress or reverse them now. After becoming acquainted with how brilliant an assfucking from Donna could be, she was helpless to feel anything other than unbreakable desire when it came to having Donna’s dildo jammed inside her. Thus, her asshole trembled with trepidation, anticipation, and stimulation the moment Donna’s shaft started to press into the New York native’s tan and ample flesh. However, that pleasing teasing was merely an appetizer for the main course. After Donna forcefully grabbed a hold of Betty and barked at her to spread open Veronica’s anus once again, an order in which the unquestioning blonde instantly obeyed, the brunette thrusted forward and forced the entire length of this footlong fuckstick inside Veronica’s sphincter in one fell swoop, exemplifying how accessible this supposed-to-be forbidden hole had become in such a short time. While some of that was undoubtedly a side effect of the fact that Veronica’s anal cherry had been popped long ago, henceforth making her anal passage that much easier to slide through, it was also a testament to Donna’s unsurpassable skills as a butt-breaking top. At this point, Donna’s authority over her underlings as well as this entire situation was on complete display, the Stonewall scholar dishing out one of her trademark maneuvers, a motion Betty was quite familiar with, that being a hip rotation from the brunette, this 12 inch strap-on acting as the vessel for a cruel and grueling bowel churning. Or at least cruel and grueling was the intended direction of this butthole brutalization, but the emotions it actually evoked from Veronica painted a largely different obscene picture, the sexy Latina teen reduced to a hot mess, gasping with jubilee and whimpering with mortification as she felt this rectum wrecker rearrange her rear entrance. Just like her stunning blonde BFF, she bore indescribable nirvana from an experience most normal girls would find excruciatingly painful, but unlike her stunning blonde BFF, she exhibited a sliver of shame that inhibited her from truly embracing this depravity. Oddly, it was that minuscule suggestion of pride still present in her pet that appeared to fuel Donna, the Stonie setting out to up the ante, one of her hands clutching onto her newest sub’s hair, the preppie pulling Veronica’s head back while simultaneously leaning forward so she could whisper degrading insults into the Lodge’s ear, Donna droning on and on about how utterly pathetic Veronica was for getting off on this, how she would never be satisfied with her precious Archie ever again, how she could never pretend to be some bold badass ever again, and how she was meant to be nothing more than a pretty face and piece of ass. She cycled through these talking points over and over again, leaving Ronnie rattled. Veronica had no comebacks prepared for Donna’s frankness, and even setting aside how weak her mind was growing the longer this sodomy continued, she couldn’t conjure up any retorts because she feared that what Donna was saying was all true. Every last word of it. Oh God. She wasn’t made to fight her enemies or be burdened with cultivating businesses or go to Barnard for higher learning or amount to anything over the course of her life. Her only place in this world was the one she was taking on right now: face down, ass up, with a big dick shoved inside her sphincter.
Wanting to hear Veronica affirm all the assertions she was delivering, Donna growled, “What are you?”
“Ungh…” Veronica grunted, her voice cracking, her breath shaking, with a cunt wetter than the Amazon and a mouth drier than the Sahara, the dark haired knockout eventually squeaking, “Your...your bitch.”
“Mmhm.” Donna purred, continuing to swivel her thighs and starting to get more specific with her instructions, “But really get into it. Tell me how pitiful you are. How useless. Tell me how, for all your wealth, you’re not worth a single penny.”
Veronica’s vision was blurred with a sudden influx of scalding hot and salty tears brimming in her brown eyes, the once proud business woman’s bottom lip trembling while she managed to choke out, “FUUCK! I’m nothing! NOTHING! I’m just a piece of ass--fat ass at that. My big fat bubble butt was made for fucking. I was made for fucking. Fuck all my hopes! Fuck all my dreams! Fuck them all away. I...mmm...I deserve to be treated like a disgusting shitstain unworthy of even licking your boots. It’s a privilege to be fucked by you, because you’re way too good for me.”
Chuckling, Donna was relentless, “Go ooon…”
And with that, Veronica wept like a wounded infant, in disbelief that Donna had implored her to continue, but dutifully screeching as loudly as she could the words she thought the top would want to hear, “Ohh, I was simply a little girl playing pretend! I wanted to be you. Mmm, I saw you with Betty, and I, I was jealous. You were right!! You’re always right! I know that now. God, I started today barely knowing who you were, but now I know my entire life was made for this moment! FUUUUUUCK! I’m meant to be your pet. Your fucktoy! Thank you for treating me the way I deserve to be treated!! Please Donna! OH GOOOOOOOD!”
Donna smirked as she abruptly stopped rolling her hips and again pulled out of the loose, cavernous, and accommodating crater that was Veronica’s O-Ring and turned to Betty, positioning her like a doll and once more placing her butt cream covered cock in between the blonde’s impressive rack and commanding her to suck that tip. This became her routine for the next several minutes, Donna alternating between Betty’s beautiful bosom and mouth and Veronica’s voluptuous ass, successfully preventing the Lodge from achieving the fantastic orgasm her body was aching to receive. She was forced to stay right on the cusp of climax, inching closer to the edge but never advancing beyond that. It was especially torturous in the moments that Donna paid no mind to her behind and instead put all of her energy into giving Betty a titfucking to remember, Veronica tied to this bedpost, unable to do anything but whine helplessly like a sad puppy, doing the best she could to make it clear how sorely missed Donna’s dick was from her rotund ass. Unfortunately, the moments Donna relented and centered some attention on that juicy rump still didn’t satisfy the mystifying hottie. Oh, obviously it felt amazing, but Donna went at a masterfully measured pace with her penetration, ensuring Veronica continued to be denied relief for the raging fire kindled between her thighs.
At last, the hollow remnants of the women once called Veronica Lodge hit a breaking point when Donna yet again removed her rubber rod from that opened rectal entrance. The squeals and wails of her weakened whiny voice bounced off the walls of the brunette’s bed room, the conquered curvaceous cheerleader squirming in her bondage. Donna really wasn’t letting her get off easy in any way. Sure, the Lodge knew by now she was all but guaranteed to be enslaved by this superior woman for the foreseeable future, as Donna had fucked her way too good for her to simply walk away after today, but she thought the brunette would at least be charitable enough to bring her to orgasm without making her beg for it. Veronica had been on her best behavior, shutting up and taking this butt banging like a good little slut, and she had hoped that would warrant an unprompted reward. Alas, that wasn’t the case, Donna doing everything she could to drain every single ounce of integrity from the formerly cunning stunner, and sadly, Veronica had no other choice but to let her. She had to cum one way or another, and it appeared surrender was the only means to that end.
Sniffling, Veronica croaked, “Pl...Please Donna…”
Predictably, the prep schooler singsonged “Please Donna what ?”
Too sex-crazed to hesitate for a single second, Veronica breathily begged, “Please make me cum. Oh God, Donna, I don’t know how you did it, but I need you, dammit! I need your big dick ruining my little asshole! I really really wish I didn’t but I do. I need my mistress to own my ass. Own this fuckhole I call an ass. Just do it. Please. I can’t take it anymore! Just fucking make me cum already!! Please?”
Donna licked her lips, the pitiable pleading of the defeated Lodge almost too delicious for the preppie. But she still didn’t budge, instead savouring how feeble this ex-badass had become. Under normal circumstances, the well-endowed and ample assed beauty could have probably turned around and beat the shit out of Donna for teasing her this badly, but luckily for the Stonewall pupil, this bombshell couldn’t move a muscle. Though, in all honesty, Donna half-wondered if that factor even mattered at this point, as her talented topping had quite obviously taken a toll on the rich Riverdale babe’s psyche, the brunette confident she could untie the beaten-down uptight bitch and experience more or less the same results, the mighty Veronica Lodge now knowing her place as a helpless and hopeless fuckslut. But Donna didn’t want to even take that chance, mostly since seeing the bold teen bound to the bed was just too much fun.
Donna’s silence was deafening for the ravishing raven haired beauty as she could deduce that the degrading begging she had already put forth would not suffice, inspiring the Lodge to exasperatedly and aggravatedly mumble, “You fucking bitch,” under her breath.
Unfortunately for the spoilt New York native, that muttering wasn’t quite quiet enough to go unnoticed by her newfound dom, who abruptly got up off the bed and motioned for Betty to follow, the brunette growling, “When will you ever learn?! Even after finally realizing where you stand, you still disparage me. Well, I don’t have to take any of this. Let’s get dressed, Betty. Maybe you could take me to meet that Cheryl chick you talked about. She sounds like she’d be a good little slut who wouldn’t step over the line.”
Veronica’s mind began to race. Was Donna really going to do this to her? Was the Stonewall student really going to leave her all strung up here alone while her pussy practically demanded another climax to take place? The brunette didn’t seem to be one to bluff, so why did her measures have to be this drastic? Couldn’t Donna show a smidgen of salvation? Why did Veronica have to shower nonstop verbal degradation on herself in order to squirt out the cunt honey mounting within her that was begging to be free? It wasn’t like she had much confidence left, this filthy anal annihilation shattering any semblance of grandeur Veronica may have had regarding her self image. Sure, she had been a bad girl for insulting her owner, but that was a mistake ignited by frustration. Had Donna ever heard of cutting someone some slack? Then again, since Veronica had little to lose in this moment, she should just suck it up and grovel so she could get back into Donna’s good graces as soon as possible. After all, if she failed to fall in line, she’d be left high and dry while Donna focused her talents on Cheryl fucking Blossom. What a joke! Veronica knew she could be 3 times the slut Cheryl would ever be. But she had to make sure Donna knew that too.
Powering through the intense burn that was spreading across her throbbing clit, the raven haired teen sniffled as she babbled and begged, “NO! Don’t go. Please Donna. I’m... I’m...Ugh, I’m sorry! I’m so so so sorry! I just--ungh--I just have to cum so bad. Ooh, I promise I’ll be a good girl. Do whatever you ask of me and never backtalk again. I just need to cum and I wanted it so bad that I accidentally insulted you. I didn’t mean it. Honest! You’ve changed me forever, and it was super rude for me to disrespect you. So, please forgive me, move on, and make me cum like the stupid cockhungry bitch I am.”
While Veronica scrunched her face tight, silently praying this apology would be up to Donna’s standards, Donna let the silence hang over the atmosphere and left the bombshell clamoring for an answer. Each second that passed felt like an hour for the Pop’s owner, Veronica softly whining the longer her query went unanswered. Therefore, she just about jumped with joy (figuratively speaking, as that was a physical impossibility in her current state) when she at last heard the dominant preppie clear her throat. Her ears perked up, Veronica salivating as she awaited some kind of mercy from the teen top.
“Betty,” Donna turned to her pet, admiring her shimmering and hopeful eyes before pointing at the tossed-aside 14 inch dildo Veronica had worn when Donna had allowed her to top Betty, “Go grab that strap-on. The harness too.”
A confused frown crushed the booksmart blonde’s typically perky demeanor, her eyes widening as her slow submissive brain tried to piece together what Donna was up to right now, but she nevertheless automatically responded, “Yes Donna.”
Dutifully crawling over to the discarded dildo, Betty picked up the humongous cock that had plunged into her anal cavity earlier today. Oh God, she was so tempted to bring that big dick to her lips and suck on the tip in order to devour whatever remnants of butt cream remained on that cumbersome toy, but she knew she didn’t have Donna’s explicit permission to do so. Thus, she instead trudged along, picked up the harness, and scooted back over to Donna. With both of her hands occupied, she couldn’t crawl the way she was accustomed to, instead dragging her knees across the carpet, still maintaining her position below Donna’s level. She glanced over at her owner with anticipation, waiting with baited breath for the next command that would be thrown her way. If only Betty had half a brain left in her pretty little head, she would realize that she was about to be used as a pawn for the ultimate humiliation--the move Donna was going to bust out in order to all but ensure Veronica Lodge never got ideas above her station ever again.
“Now..” Donna embraced the theatrics per usual, pausing for dramatic effect before proudly wearing a smirk so wide it practically covered half of her face, “Go ahead and put that strap-on on, we’re gonna make your bestie our bitch!”
Betty’s mouth hung open, her jaw nearly dropping all the way down to the floor, the golden haired girl giving a gobsmacked gaze whilst her head span in circles trying to process this request. It technically wasn’t the first time Betty had worn a strap-on, as she had previously deluded herself into thinking she actually had a teensy bit of self-worth by assuming the dominant position in her and Jughead’s relationship. But that version of herself had been long since slaughtered, the blonde swearing allegiance to her new owner for the rest of eternity. Not to mention that even when she was moronic enough to try to be a top, she had never worn a strap-on of this caliber. She had thought 8 inches was pushing it, and now Donna was expecting the new and improved submissive bottom bitch version of her to be able to dish out 14. She had reached an impasse. She promised herself she’d never pretend to be a dom again, but the only way to presently be an obedient sub was to attempt to unlock her dominant side once more. Oh, why did Donna always have to play with her mind this much?
Loudly gulping in an effort to quell her nerves as best she could, Betty mustered enough power to stand up on her numb unstable legs. Upon standing up, she quickly wrapped this harness around her waist and subsequently fumbled around a bit until she eventually managed to attach this behemoth cock to the aforementioned harness. She then began wobbling and waddling around the room, working to make the abnormal normal, trying (and failing) to get used to having such a large and lengthy fuckstick on her body after going several weeks bordering on a month without wearing a strap-on of any kind. As often tended to be the case, all she really was right now was a stupid fuck monkey performing for Donna’s amusement, the ballistically sadistic fiction writer openly chortling at how dopey her defeated rival looked right now, her giggling escalating to hyena levels once Betty began almost tripping over herself. Unsurprisingly, Betty didn’t blush or glare as she was laughed at straight to her face, the blonde too far gone to be embarrassed by the fact that she was making herself out to be a dim-witted fool. In all honesty, she was simply glad she could provide the brunette with some entertainment.
In due course, Donna composed herself and offered her fuckpet with a bit of encouragement, instructing, “Make your way over to the bed and get behind Veronica. Just focus on keeping your balance.”
Slowly but surely, Betty was able to stumble over to the bed, the blonde doing what she could to be in a position as close to the one Donna describer, the head of her fake phallus aimed at Veronica’s ass. Sooner or later, Donna followed suit, getting up onto the bed right next to Betty, smiling over at her former adversary, Betty’s heart nearly leaving her body once she was blessed with the knowledge she had brought joy to her mistress. Veronica, erstwhile, was confronted with a chaotic collision of conflicting emotions. On one hand, a part of her longed to bring a smile to the brunette’s face just like Betty had, but on the other hand, a part of her was repulsed she was going to be topped by this pathetic blonde and possibly even get her bowels double stuffed. It had been bad enough getting spanked by this total bottom, but for someone as submissive as Betty to join Donna in fucking her ass? Oh, how quickly the tides had turned! Or maybe she was worried about nothing. Her asshole may have been loosened up, but loose enough to take two cocks at once? No way! Leave that to the Bettys of the world—she may have fallen significantly this morning but there was no earthly way her anus had become so acclimated to this abuse that it would make way for two hard girl dicks to pummel it. She would give it a shot but she hoped that once she was clearly not enjoying this horrid sordid act, Donna would know to pull the plug and revert back to something more tame.
“Ready?” Donna asked, though her disinterested tone didn’t indicate she truly cared about the answer.
“Ye..yes Donna.” Veronica squeaked, the apprehension evident in her shaky voice.
“Good. Go for it, Betty.”
“Mm..ok.” Betty swallowed hard, trying to conjure up her memories and draw upon her past experiences in order to properly violate this battered hole.
Betty slowly and cautiously jutted forward, her tip poking Veronica right near her rear entrance, eliciting a stifled whimper from the teen. Deeply inhaling and loudly exhaling, Betty closed her eyes tight and winced as she steadily thrusted forward, praying whatever she did would make her mistress happy. Given that her eyes were shut, she couldn’t really gage her owner’s reaction but she immediately heard a soft cry of bliss from Veronica, which forced her to hold back a chuckle, Betty happy that her best friend had seen the light. Gone were the days that B and V would be a feared and revered force in Riverdale. The two teens would now happily bend over and give their slutty asses to Donna all day long if asked, which was great. Of course, there was still some of that pesky jealousy that tugged at Betty’s heart when it came to having to share, but moreover, there was immense ecstasy that entered her mind when it came to the realization that there could be more moments like this. Ok, well, hopefully not exactly this, as having to top anyone still felt way too awkward for the blonde, but the fact that this new arrangement would open the door for her to play with Veronica was extremely promising. Her best friend may have well been the sexiest woman on the planet, so any opportunity to have some fun with her was something she could get behind. Maybe this was something she had wanted subconsciously since Veronica had made her way to Riverdale. Perhaps those drunken 69s weren’t just the alcohol getting to her head, but were also the alcohol unlocking her heart, allowing her to capitalize on the underlying feelings always running through her. She wasn’t totally sure, but she knew that right now the only thing she was intoxicated with was Veronica’s blinding beauty, and that attractiveness was more than enough to propel her to keep pushing her cock forward. More accurately, both this as well as the thrilling sight of this huge rubber member vanishing from her view and filing into Veronica’s voluptuous booty.
It was happening. It was actually happening. Veronica was getting butt fucked by Betty fucking Cooper, the girl that had probed herself to be worth less than a 2 dollar whore earlier this morning. And worst of all, Veronica was savouring this moment. Her heart palpitated and her mouth salivated as she capitulated to this conquering colossal cock. The prospect of Betty sodomizing her was bad enough, but physically taking it in the ass was almost devastating enough for Veronica to get her act together and do whatever she could to tear apart her bonds. Almost , but alas, she was faced with a punishing pleasure that was too powerful to overcome. She’d slip into being a shameless sub for a split second, then realize her lack of shame and suddenly experience a greater amount of shame than she had ever felt throughout her entire life, and then somehow actually get aroused by said shame. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Betty continued leisurely guiding her dildo into Veronica’s back passage, growing progressively more confident as time went on. She had never expected herself to end up in this position again, but she was honestly starting to enjoy it. Topping seemed entirely out of her realm as recently as an hour ago yet suddenly she was able to actually visualize herself as a switch. There was no question she would never be anything besides a bottom for her beloved batty brunette, but she actually thought she might be able to convince Donna to allow her to dom Veronica’s big booty on a regular basis, which was pretty rich considering she had been absolutely dreading delivering this sodomy in its opening moments and now she couldn’t get enough, especially the deeper she got inside the raven haired beauty’s derriere, the bubbly blonde mere inches away from stuffing the full length inside Ronnie’s rectum. For the first time in months, the Cooper girl felt strong. She felt powerful. She…
“Bo-ring!” Donna shouted and sneered, “You call this an ass fucking, Betty? Please . What’s taking you so long? You don’t have to stretch this bitch out. I already did that. Although, based on how instantly accommodating her tight little asshole was for me, I’d venture to say I’m not the only one who’s played a part in opening up that slutty shit chute. So stop with the pleasantries and give this whore the rectal ramming she’s all but asking for!”
Snapping back to reality and once more understanding she was a pithy, piteous, and idiotic sub incapable of doing the simplest of tasks, Betty robotically replied, “Yes Donna.”
She then did her best to fulfill the Stonie’s wishes, forcing this 14 incher forward, therefore getting this entire cock into Veronica’s anal entrance, causing the Maple Rum co-creator to let out her saddest whine yet, her gigantic brown eyes opening so wide one would swear she had seen a ghost if all the context of this situation was removed. However, her reaction was decidedly not devoid of context. She had over a foot of rubber entrenched within her anus and she honestly wasn’t sure how to handle this inordinate amount of hard girl dick stuck inside her bowels. It had been wild enough feeling Donna’s 12 incher rearranging her rectum but dealing with the effects of this even longer strap-on fitting as deep inside her anal cavity as it could go was stupendously staggering.
Paying no regard to how numbing this was for her newest pet, Donna instructed Betty, “Get to it, Betts. You’ve got that whole dick in that gaping crater, but now it’s time to slam her bowels like there’s no tomorrow. Treat her just like I treat you. Come on!”
“Yes Donna.” Betty practically whispered, facing her biggest challenge.
Straining hard to emulate her owner’s mannerisms, Betty pulled her cock back and forcefully thrusted it forward once more, repeating this pattern over the next several minutes. Loud primal howls escaped her lips as she hit an adrenaline high, attempting a simulation of the stimulation her dom often provided her with. Veronica’s cheeks became subject to the same kind of discoloration Betty’s own ass often bore after a particularly brutal butt banging from Donna, and while a majority of the grapefruit-sized welts and bruises covering Veronica’s stout behind were a direct result of everything Donna had thrown at her today, Betty knew some of this damage could be attributed to her present imitation of the prep school dominatrix. Sadly, just like the spanking she had given to the luxurious Lodge, it still wasn’t up to snuff for the Stonie’s standards, the preppie snapping her fingers, causing the Cooper girl to reach a screeching halt.
“A for effort.” Donna insincerely encouraged, before working to make enough room for her to shove her shaft alongside Betty’s 14 incher, her hands stroking the tip of her dick as she glanced over to the blonde, “But as the saying goes, two ‘heads’ are better than one. Leave your full length up there and stay perfectly still. It’s time for Veronica Lodge to evolve from mere backdoor whore to bonafide double anal skank.”
Donna was putting up a convincing front, but she was honestly quite impressed and a little flustered by how much dominance the blonde was able to muster. She had expected the bubbly blonde to crack under pressure, being so comfortable with her recently discovered true submissive nature that she would completely choke when trying to step out of that role. Instead, the teenage investigative reporter clearly still possessed a lot more in the way of topping capabilities than Donna had thought was possible at this point, which naturally fueled her to want to exercise her authority over the blonde even more pronouncedly, but she knew there would be plenty of time for that later. For now, she was solely focused on the majestic beauty of the round rump in front of her, the Stonewall student at last giving Veronica what she had been sorely lacking-that inhumanely thick 12 inch dick.
But now Veronica was under very different circumstances, her wildest fears becoming substantiated the second she sensed the tip of the Stonie’s strap-on hovering around her anal entrance, the entrance that already had one even bigger monster cock shoved inside of it. Veronica couldn’t help but let out a couple more infantile whines and animalistic whinnies the closer this double anal experience went from feasible to fated. However, those high pitched cries did next to nothing in terms of deterring Donna, who began to slowly press her dildo forward into that welcoming and roomy anus, although it would be a bit of a stretch to say its limits weren’t being stretched right now. Veronica had found it unbelievable enough that the 14 inch toy was able to ease its way into her o-ring, but feeling Donna’s footlong fuckstick force its way alongside the 14 incher that remained in her ass was like something out of an entirely different world. It made her yet again regret so desperately submitting herself to Donna in an attempt to bludgeon the burden of her billowing sex drive, perpetuating the pattern this morning had taken. For every two steps forward Veronica took towards accepting and outright embracing her submissive tendencies, she took two steps back, being horrified with what she had become. Though, in this case, her horror was warranted as the pain she was undergoing from getting two rubber rods shoved inside her rectum simultaneously was verging on unbearable.
Donna’s only regret at present was that she couldn’t see Veronica’s stupid pretty face. She would’ve reveled in witnessing that wretched wench wince with each thrust, seeing her brow furrowed, her eyelids squeezed shut and her beautiful plump plum colored lips curling downwards as she screeched out these hurt and horror filled shrieks each time another inch of the brunette’s all conquering strap-on was inserted into her asshole, all of her bravado now compacted into a junk heap. This delusional bottom had gone back and forth earlier in the year on whether she wanted to retain her cherished surname or whether she wanted to start anew, and it now seemed the latter option was the route she should have taken as her family name would now have to bear the brunt of her failure. She had put in an exponential amount of effort trying to be a bold and crafty self-made heroine, and it was all for naught because this day would cement her as an eternal blemish on the Lodge legacy, as she was clearly unfit to live up to the lofty expectations place upon her. All she was good for was taking orders from Donna.
Oh God.
It all made sense to Veronica now. Donna Sweett was her , or rather, the her she strived to be. Donna succeeded where she had stumbled, actually managing to be an effortlessly cool and ruthless badass that didn’t take shit from anybody. Veronica wasn’t putting on an act for Donna in the moments where she had put herself down today. Instead, she was merely telling the truth and she had been too stupid to realize it. The mask she wore was no more. From this point on, she wouldn’t submit herself to Donna in an urgent attempt to get herself off, but because she knew Donna domming her was what was best for her. All of the fire in her heart had been extinguished. She was in the midst of equal parts sodomy and lobotomy, her once potent brain empty and meaningless, reprogrammed as a vessel for carrying out Donna’s demands.
Veronica would love to say this sudden transcendent transformation had eliminated all of the horrendous pain she felt throughout the duration of this double dicking, but she couldn’t lie like that. All of this still hurt like hell, especially when Donna’s hips finally hit her blubber-y cheeks, Veronica feeling sick to her stomach as 26 inches of cock was now officially impaling her booty.
This silent shift in Veronica’s attitude could be sensed throughout the atmosphere, Donna chuckling as she knew the off chance of Veronica bouncing back from this humiliation had now been shot dead, the teen top trash talking in her triumph,
“That’s right. It’s over. You’re finished, Veronica. You’re done. You’re never EVER going to top again and you’re never going to give yourself over to anyone else. You belong to me. I own your hot body and repugnant fat fucking ass. Nobody else. Tell your folksy neanderthal boyfriend he can’t fuck you anymore, or break up with him altogether, I don’t care. The point is you’re done playing make-believe that you’re anything other than my lesbo butt bitch. Understood?”
That monologue from the malicious murderer wannabe was the first time Veronica really considered what her relationship would be like with Archie going forward. She had fought so hard to maintain their relationship and now it felt like it hadn’t even mattered because when it came to Donna and Archie there was no competition. She thought she had loved the ginger jock, but she knew he could never fulfill her in the ways Donna had. He was a part of her old life as a fuckpig in denial, and she needed to leave that world behind. She would have to be upfront with him and tell him the truth. Tell him that she didn’t belong to him and that she truthfully never did. That she was always destined to be Donna Sweett’s butt slut, their paths just hadn’t crossed prior to this life changing day. Maybe she’d even bend over and show him the canyon sized crater that Donna had turned her whore hole into, if Donna wanted her to. Whatever Donna wanted, she’d be happy to oblige.
Yet her new life wasn’t all roses. That hurting she had felt as a result of both cocks resting in her rectum was nothing compared to the agony she was faced with when Donna pulled half of her cock out and then instantly violently slammed that length forward, sending ripples throughout the flesh of Veronica’s bulbous behind. Donna repeated that motion for what felt like hours, triggering tears to leak out of her eyes for what felt like the thousandth time today. But she knew her place now, so she did her best to stay silent, repressing all of the howls of pain that were fighting to exit her lips, just the way a naughty filthy skank and good diligent submissive should.
Meanwhile, Betty looked over at Donna with the dreamiest eyes imaginable, literally drooling over her typical atypical authority over a weaker woman. Now that Veronica had given into Donna’s dominance, Betty’s mind ran wild with visions of a future in which every other girl she knew would succumb to the will of this prep school goddess. She pictured Cheryl Blossom, someone she had already floated to Donna as a possible future victim, wearing her ridiculously revealing cheerleading uniform, laying face down on the gymnasium floor, her pale backside sticking up and her back door wide open. Naturally, her thoughts then drifted to Toni Topaz hunched over on her motorcycle, wearing nothing but a leather jacket as she showed off the handle of a nice long plug that had been shoved deep inside her pert ass. Hell, maybe Donna could even reunite Josie and The Pussycats, and make them sing a sound sweeter than any of their music as she alternated between all three of their fuckable cavernous asses. From there, Betty’s mind began to wander, picturing every girl in Riverdale succumbing to Donna’s will. Sure, Betty was already somewhat upset she would have to share her owner with another sub now, but Donna staking claim to every bitch who was even tangentially connected to Betty’s social circle only seemed like the natural progression at this point, so why not go big with it?
Suddenly, Betty was snapped out of her daydreams by a hard slap from Donna, Betty shrinking 3 sizes smaller when she looked up at her incensed mistress and saw a glare and sneer waiting for her.
“Get your head out of your ass and pay attention to me,” The brunette growled, her cock frozen inside Veronica’s bowels, “I said to start thrusting again. Let’s make sure this fuckhole never closes again.”
With her cheek still numb, Betty dutifully squealed, “Yes Donna.”
And then, both girls began ramming Ronnie’s rectal ring, Betty doing a surprisingly sufficient job of staying in sync with Donna. However, she couldn’t remotely match her mistress’s sheer intensity, but it didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Donna’s frantic thrusting had really ramped up into overdrive, the sultry psychotic superior descending further into unadulterated lunacy with each passing second. This mercilessness wasn’t uncharacteristic of the stony-hearted Stonie but her thirst for blood seemed even greater than usual at present, the brunette appearing hellbent on damaging the Lodge’s anus for good. Yet, instead of those once displeased indignant cries, Veronica was beginning to softly offer what sounded like a murmur of moan, light happy humming each time Donna’s waist collided with her buttcheeks. Her moans then grew a little louder when Donna began to add a mixture of beration and encouragement in with her rough thrusting.
“Oh fuck, take it just like that! Ooh, not that you can move to go anywhere anyway, but take it just like that!” Donna chuckled, then continued humiliating the wealthy Riverdaleian by intermixing hard slaps to her bottom between her parade of backhanded compliments and outright insults. “Fuck, your ass is so hot. And disgusting. There’s no way this thing is natural. There’s no way that anyone can have an ass this big and fat without a little extra ‘help’. What is it, ‘Ronnie’? Is it implants? Huh? What else could it be? How on earth could your booty balloon into something this huge? This huge and fuckable. Mmm, yeah, you make such a good slut, Veronica. A good, dumb, depraved slut. Look at you. Taking two cocks up your ass. Two cocks at once! Two cocks slamming into your soft supple cheeks, making them jiggle like jelly. Oh shit, I love watching these massive mounds jiggle. I love watching your incredibly fuckable ass jiggle as I plow your sexy little shithole. And I love listening to you screech and moan. Oh, squeal for me. Squeal like a stuck pig while I fuck your juicy butt. Because I own your juicy butt. You’re nothing without me. NOTHING. So just be glad you have the privilege of getting dominated by a total top. That’s what a stupid sub like you needs and that’s what I’m more than happy to do to you! But not just me. Betty too. Goddammit, you’re the sluttiest ass ho in the universe! It’s official. Getting topped by me, well, that would happen to any woman. But getting topped by Betty . Fucking Betty ? I’m wondering why you didn’t just beg me to fuck you the moment I walked into the room. Good thing that’s what you’ll do from now on. Mmhmm, anytime I saunter into a room I expect you to beg me for the honor of getting ass fucked and pray, PRAY, I give you one. Capiche?”
The double ass fucking (that sort of morphed into a single ass fucking based on how pathetic Betty’s thrusting was), this harsh dirty talk, and those vicious spanks were enough to push Veronica over the edge, the raven haired submissive sexpot at last getting what she wanted as her cum flowed out of her cunt, leisurely at first before a colossal wave of pleasure fell down upon her, a puddle of her slick squirt causing her to stick to the mattress. She then climaxed again, and again after that, a series of orgasms rocking her world, her body shaking and her sticky liquids rushing out of her pussy while both Donna’s 12 incher and Betty’s 14 incher remained in her ass.
Donna didn’t pay any mind to Veronica’s orgasms. Instead, she pushed forward, fucking Veronica through her many climaxes. This in turn caused Veronica to build up to another series of orgasms and then a little while later another series of orgasms. Soon enough however, this newly submissive teen was on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. She wanted to hang on and stay conscious, mostly so she had enough stamina to beg for and receive another round of rectal ramming later, but she knew ultimately her fate was in Donna’s hands.
Fortunately, just this once, the brunette spared her, though that was mostly because she had finally experienced a powerful climax of her own. Even in the greatest successes of her life, she had never felt this unstoppable. To be fair, this conquest wasn’t as much of a shock to her as it was to Veronica. She had pretty much taken one glance at Veronica’s ass and surmised she was a bottom at heart. But regardless, she gained an enormous amount of pride from accomplishing what she set out to do.
Still, all good things must come to an end, and so Donna pulled out to allow her newest bitch to rest a bit, motioning for Betty to do the same, the blonde complying without hesitation. Then, Donna leaned forward, whispering into the Lodge’s ear, “Who do you belong to, bitch?”
“You.” Veronica purred with zero indication of any apprehension, her voice adopting the same cadence and her mouth forming the same smile Betty had seemed to sport at the start of this morning, “I’m yours. All yours!”
“Good girl.” Donna complimented, patting her dark mop of hair, before removing her footlong toy from her waist, once more instructing Betty to act in kind. Once the blonde had done so, Donna gave her a small smile, “You’ve been a good girl too, Betty. So how about a treat? Rim Veronica’s ass. Make her feel a bit more at ease after going through so much. Her ass hasn’t yet undergone daily fuckings like yours.”
Betty practically leapt with joy at this request, only barely holding her composure as she responded, “Yes Donna. Thank you Donna!”
With that, Betty immediately pushed her face forward, smothering herself in that fat gaping butt. She stayed that way for several minutes, perhaps interspersing a kiss or two to those sweaty meaty cheeks, but mostly just inhaling big booty. Soon though, she loosened any pretense of self control and began lapping at that backhole at a frenetic and energetic pace, as if it was a popsicle swiftly melting on a 90 degree day. Well, popsicle wasn’t the perfect comparison here, given that the stick had just been removed from Veronica’s ass both figuratively and literally, but the point was she was eager to taste that easily accessible anal cavity.
For her part, Veronica lightly closed her eyes and allowed herself to react naturally to Betty’s tongue working its wonder. As pleasurable as the preppie’s posterior pounding had been, it had also left her with a sore backdoor that could use a bit of comfort and that’s exactly what her best friend and fellow bitch was giving her right now. Fuck, she hoped Donna incorporated this regularly after she had gotten her ass fucked because it felt so good. It was like Betty was legitimately licking the pain away--she must just have a magic touch. Plus, it half-allowed her to pretend Betty was her girlfriend, enthusiastically worshipping her body with all the zeal in the world. She presumed Donna was too possessive of both of them to allow such a thing to come to fruition, and Veronica oddly wasn’t even sure she wanted any type of romance in her life again, but in this moment, she found the thought soothing.
Erstwhile, Donna had scurried off to the corner of her room, silently observing her favorite fucktoy bury her face into the gigantic cheeks of a still strung up newly minted sub. Ok, fine, mostly silently observing. Every once in a while she moaned as her mouth alternated sucking on the tips of both the 12 inch and 14 inch dildos in her hand, tasting the deepest part of Veronica’s ass. Oh fuck, she knew such a thing was beneath her, but her pets were busy right now, so she figured she could get away with doing something so lowly. She was simply sampling the taste, making sure her latest trophy really was up to her standards.
The consensus? Victory had never been sweeter.
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