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With a low groan, Yolanda walked toward the recumbent Courtney until she was towering over her. She glared down at Courtney, who felt mesmerized by the sheer intensity she saw in Yolanda.

Courtney had wanted to be fucked plenty of times, but she didn’t think she’d ever wanted to fuck as hard as Yolanda wanted to fuck her.

“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” Yolanda whispered. “That tight little ass… that’s nothing. But seeing the look on your face—that goddamn look when you know you’re fucked, you belong to me—Dios Mio. I wish I could bottle that up and sell it. I’d make a fortune.”

Courtney smiled, confident that she had Yolanda under her thumb, that she would do what Courtney wanted. But Yolanda’s next words made the smile freeze on her face.

“You’re brainy, too. A real smart chica. You think you’re the one in charge here. You think you can just waltz up to me, fresh from fucking your own mother, and we’ll just go back to the way things were after we play a little game? You think you’re sneaking one past me, don’t you? Well, you can’t, you stupid little puta! I’m not some goddamn whore who will do whatever you say for the privilege of fucking your ass—not when half this fucking town gets to do it too! I may not get much respect around here, but you better believe you’re going to give it to me if you want me to make you come! I’ll teach you to respect me, gringa! I’ll break you if I have to fuck that little ass all night!”

Yolanda reached down, pressing a heavy hand between Courtney’s breasts. It was enough, Courtney realized, to hold her down even if she struggled. Which Courtney’s animal instincts suddenly urged her to do.

“Hey now, Yolanda… don’t hurt me… we’re friends, remember? I know we both like things a little k-kinky, but—” Courtney stammered, realizing now that she wasn’t in control of this thing between her and Yolanda, if she ever had been. If felt more like Yolanda had been biding her time, giving Courtney enough rope to hang herself. And now it was feeling like Yolanda wasn’t just playing her mistress, but was.

In spite of her fear, Courtney felt her lust still throbbing inside her, feeling even more attracted to this powerful, domineering Yolanda.

Yolanda pressed down on Courtney’s chest hard—it felt like she was bruising her delicate skin. Her other hand flew to Courtney’s left breast, cruelly twisting and pinching the nipples through her blouse. Courtney’s breath heaved as she struggled to contain the pain and excitement of what Yolanda was doing.

“Hey!” she squawked in protest. “That hurts!”

She decided not to tell Yolanda how good it felt, even when it pained her. Instead—in a fit of pique at Yolanda for not playing her game—she kicked out at Yolanda.

Yolanda was too quick for her though, shoving her body in to pin Courtney’s legs against the bed. Courtney moved to scratch her, but Yolanda slapped her before she could. The hard, painful clap of Yolanda’s callused hand against her vulnerable cheek stilled Courtney.

Yolanda seemed far more willing to dominate her than she had been a minute ago.

“You think just having another go at your whore ass is going to be enough to sate me? Maybe a week ago, but not now. Not when I know you’re literally a motherfucker. No, mommy’s girl, you’re going to learn how much you hurt me, treating me the way you did. Like I was some slut you could use and throw aside. Well, I’m not the slut, Courtney, you are! I’m going to let you go now. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay put. Because guess what? If you move so much as a toe—so much as your little pinky—I swear to God I’ll throw you out on your ass and never touch you again. You wanna submit to me? Fucking submit.”

Looking at Yolanda, seeing the unbridled rage in her eyes, Courtney could see Yolanda was giving her no choice. She would do as she was told and hold still. Besides, she reminded herself, she had wanted a spanking. It sounded like that was what Yolanda was going to give her—she was just going to make sure Courtney knew it was on her terms, not as some fun, kinky game Courtney had suggested like everything was cool between the two girlfriends.

Now confident Courtney wouldn’t try to escape—and heaven help her if she did—Yolanda moved off of Courtney, flinging down a lascivious look at her halfway willing victim. Courtney’s little cunt was dripping wet and Yolanda could see every dewy drop on it.

“You’ll get what you’ve been asking for, but I don’t think it’ll be the way you wanted it. No,” Yolanda growled, “you’re getting it the way I want it. I’m in charge here.”

Courtney’s fearful eyes dropped to Yolanda’s waist as she unbuckled her leather belt. She stared at it as it came out into her hand, its length dangling from her fist like a poisonous snake. Courtney knew it would hurt like hell.

Yolanda reached for Courtney, spreading her legs open and running her fingers down through the silk of Courtney’s pubic thatch. Courtney whimpered and squirmed, half giving vent to her worry over this new, overpowering Yolanda—half thinking that was what Yolanda wanted, to see her tremble for her mistress. She so wanted to give Yolanda what she wanted…

“Hold still, puta!” Yolanda barked, lips curled in a snarl as she grabbed a handful of Courtney’s pubic hair and pulled.

“Oooww!” Courtney yelped in pain. But her punishment was only just beginning.

“Oh, did that hurt?” Yolanda cooed at her with mocking sympathy. “Why don’t I get you a little something to make you feel better, huh? Just like your mommy would…”

Going to her nightstand, Yolanda ripped open a drawer and pulled out a vibrator. She tossed it onto Courtney’s belly.

“Play with it,” Yolanda ordered her. “Fuck yourself while I watch.”

Courtney turned the vibrator on, brought its buzzing heft under her skirt, and held the tip against her mons. She stirred it around her labia, her gates, mewling when it touched her clit. She knew Yolanda was breathing hard, almost shaking with impatience. It wasn’t that Courtney needed much lubrication. She didn’t think she could get any wetter, even with—maybe because of—Yolanda hurting her. But Courtney did want to get a feel for the vibrator’s touch before she started using it. She wanted to really get off on it, not for her own sake, but to put on a good show for Yolanda.

“Yes, sir… I’ll do what I’m told… I’ll be a good girl for you…”

She thrust the vibrator into herself, moaning and groaning as it penetrated her. Courtney couldn’t help but think that this vibrator was Yolanda’s, that she had fucked herself with it, and now it was fucking her. Her pussy sucked wildly at the dildo, gripping it so possessively that Courtney found it a little hard to make the vibrator rut in and out of her slit.

Courtney was wet with sweat, glowing with it, but she could’ve taken a shower and she wouldn’t have felt as slick as her cunt did. She could smell the wetness—she knew Yolanda could too—it was intoxicating. Yolanda stared at her in fascination, maybe forgiving her for her mistakes, wanting the old familiar satisfaction of their anal trysts.

And maybe Courtney was a daredevil, maybe she wanted to get everything vented and out in the open, or maybe she had just liked the dangerous side of Yolanda that her girlfriend had shown her. Maybe she was just a slut, and she acted like a slut no matter what.

But Courtney rolled onto all fours, fucking her naked pussy with her ass up in the air, and as she looked back at Yolanda, she said “Feels just as good as when Mom does it.”

Yolanda took an unconscious step closer to the bed—since she was already standing next to it, she put her knee on the mattress and joined Courtney on top of it. Her strap-on still jutted out in front of her; it brushed against Courtney’s bare leg. She simpered with enjoyment. It really did feel as good as being a motherfucker.

Courtney lowered her head submissively to the bedspread, even if she was facing away from Yolanda, and lifted her ass as high as she could—presenting her cunt to Yolanda’s staring eyes. She knew she was doing exactly what Yolanda wanted her to do it and it felt good. Yolanda could see the vibrator fucking in and out of Courtney’s blonde cunt, see her lower lips spreading to let the dildo in, see the wetness that coated the silicone when it came out of her.

Courtney’s pussy was greedily eating every thrust, while her clit was swollen with arousal, gleaming like a pearl above her splayed labia. Courtney used her other hand to finger her clit and Yolanda let out a growl worthy of her namesake. Courtney didn’t know if she were more angry or turned on; maybe she was angry at how horny Courtney had made her while she was trying to stay pissed off at her. Courtney smirked at the idea. She liked having the power to make Yolanda want her no matter how furious she was.

“What are you smiling about?” Yolanda snapped at her, but there was little force behind the words. “Jesus, that vibrator never makes me come so hard…”

“Maybe you should do it while I’m watching you,” Courtney cooed, showing off the dimples in her smile.

Yolanda darkened. “But even a slut like you shouldn’t be enjoying this so much.”

She spun Courtney around, flipping her onto her back, then raised her belt high into the air. With it, she lashed Courtney’s breasts.

Courtney screamed, staring up in horror at Yolanda, but another blow hit all the same, reddening her cleavage. Courtney screamed again, heaving up off the bed.

“No, no, it’s too much!”

“Take it anyway!” Yolanda shouted and whipped her belt across Courtney’s breasts with hard, lashing strokes. She beat Courtney’s softly thrusting globes around, filling them with pain, so much pain that it became something else. It felt like Courtney was on fire, but she almost liked it.

“Please, please!” Courtney yelled, her flesh tensing up, her pussy throbbing around the vibrator.

She kept stroking herself with the dildo, trying to obey Yolanda’s wishes, drown out the pain with how good her cunt felt, but it felt so good that it hurt some—all her pain and pleasure swirling together until she wasn’t sure what she felt, what Yolanda wanted her to feel.

Her body seemed to be obeying its own obscene urges now: her cunt pushing at the vibrator, her breasts jerking up as the belt slapped them. She took both hurt and delight in a screaming, wailing burst of terrible release. Her little skirt flicked down over her sex, but Courtney kept ramming the vibrator inside herself. It hurt, but it felt good to be obeying Yolanda, doing what Yolanda wanted.

“Can’t take much more, can you?” Yolanda cried, her arm speeding up, the belt whipping Courtney’s tits faster and harder. “Can you?”

Courtney screamed and came, the intensity of her climax almost hurting worse than the tension of wanting it, but it didn’t matter. She was all screaming, mewling, spasming flesh and that was all she wanted to be. Yolanda angled the next blow differently, lashing Courtney’s left nipple. The burst of pain carried Courtney deep into her next orgasm. Another blow landed on her right nipple. The explosion lifted her up into the air, up on her feet and shoulders. For a second she held herself there. Then she fell down into a heap of utter satiation. She sobbed gently, her body quaking into unspooling relaxation. Yolanda stroked and petted her as she cooled down. She knew she had gotten all she could get out of Courtney—for now.