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Clarke clasped her strap-on firmly, her blood pounding so crazily in her hand that she thought she could feel it in the dildo, like the shaft was alive with a will of its own, throbbing hotly for the coming moment. Seeing Octavia’s desire-wracked body writhing around as she waited to be taken, taken by both her and Lexa, Clarke felt a moment of elation she knew was shared by her wife. She could hear Lexa’s hand skimming over her own strap-on, smearing it with lubricant, making it ready for Octavia’s waiting ass.

Octavia lay back on the fur rugs, her body trembling from both sensation and emotion.

Watching her, Clarke felt her mouth go dry. She too was overcome with emotion, with anticipation. Naturally, she hesitated. Lexa didn’t. She moved in front of Clarke, the blonde feeling a surplus of lust as she beheld Lexa’s naked body. The trim muscular buttocks, the strong and slender back. Lexa knelt over Octavia, her knees parting those of her slave.

“Wait for me!” Clarke cried, moving hurriedly to join them. She didn’t want to become some afterthought to Octavia and Lexa’s frenzied mating, but wanted it to be all three of them from the beginning, Octavia knowing from the start that she was shared between them.

She pressed herself against Octavia’s lush, olive-skinned curves, all of her receptively waiting, warm and sweating with nervous need. After a quick kiss that she stopped before they could get too into it, and so leave Lexa out as Clarke almost had been, the blonde lay back and pointed her strap-on upright.

“What is it you want me to do?” Octavia asked in a trembling voice, the question more of a plea for Clarke to give her a command to follow.

“Lie down on top of me,” Clarke told her. She thought she could feel her strap-on quavering at rigid attention, needing to feel Octavia’s sweetly pulsing folds around it. Clarke knew from experience that she wouldn’t—just a tenuous connection, a kind of shared pressure with their bodies attuned to each other, like the quivers of one’s inner flesh was being transmitted to the other’s.

But even without knowing what Octavia felt like, was feeling, she’d get so much pleasure out of topping Octavia, reducing her to a spongy mass soaking in ecstasy, and doing it all alongside Lexa, Heda and Wanheda.

Octavia lay dutifully on top of Clarke—the only way to manage her trembling anticipation was to remember her obligation, not how good it would feel. Clarke felt voluptuous and smooth under her, skin supple, scars healed. Octavia spread her legs and felt Clarke’s thick strap-on press against her labia, hard and sturdy, so ready to go inside her.

“Oh,” she cooed lowly as Clarke’s lips moved up to hers, fingers roving over her luscious little chest, teasing all kinds of keening sensations out of her pert breasts and stiffened nipples.

Behind them and their lewd tangling, Lexa saw the long white limbs of her beloved and Octavia’s full, quivering ass. Octavia rose up slightly on her knees, letting Lexa see the little puckered entrance between her buttocks before she placed the tiny orifice on the unyielding stiffness of Clarke’s strap-on.

Lexa bit her lip, realizing now how fully Octavia was giving herself to them. She was, literally, in every sense of the word, theirs. At long last, theirs.

She moved up behind Octavia on the rug and pressed the blunt, bulbous tip of her own strap-on to the taut opening of her anus. If it had looked small next to Clarke’s dildo, it was positively dwarfed by the combination of the two strap-ons. Which didn’t at all stop Lexa from pushing forward alongside Clarke. She knew it wouldn’t hurt that bad. And if it did, that Octavia could take the pain. And if she couldn’t, that it didn’t matter. Pets did what they were told and right now, Lexa wanted her pet to stop being a double anal virgin.

“Unhhh!” Octavia groaned, feeling Lexa’s relentless drive into her stretching asshole, pushing forward with all the strength in her powerful, tautly muscled frame.

Clarke let Lexa have the first helping, then she followed Lexa’s domineering charge, thrusting herself right alongside Lexa into the useless resistance of Octavia’s anal passage. Octavia moaned against her, feeling them both enter her, and such was their forcefulness that Clarke thought she could somehow sense Lexa’s strap-on surging into Octavia’s ass with her.

“OH GOD!” Octavia fell forward onto Clarke, only to be slammed up into Lexa by Clarke’s brutal upward thrust.

Octavia’s long legs jackknifed out wide, feeling herself being invaded twice over, filled not just with pain but with a wicked, sadistic pleasure. She was being used, used as thoroughly and as callously as possible, which only served to fill Octavia with a sense of ownership. She belonged to the two women she was sandwiched between, their possession liberating her of all restraint or doubt, and she thanked them with a low moan of satiation. The first of many.

“Mmmmmm, yeah, so good!” Clarke cooed. “Such a good little slut, taking everything we have to feed that hot little ass! You don’t even care if we ruin your hole, so long as you get ass-fucked by both of us at once!”

“I don’t care if you fuck me to death!” Octavia moaned. “Fuck me! Fuck my brains out! Fuck your pet like the bitch she is!”

“Such a smart animal,” Lexa commented wryly. “No wonder she makes such a good pet.”

Although this once would’ve seemed obscenely perverse to Clarke, now it was a dream come true. She was not just sodomizing the lovely Octavia, something anyone with any sense would give a small body part for, but she was sharing her with Lexa, her heart. It was ecstasy to know that everything Octavia was feeling, came from both her and her beloved Lexa. From being totally impaled on their lustfully driving shafts.

Octavia whimpered and trembled, doubly impaled by the two dildos buried in her ass. Despite the intensity of the discomfort, the sheer bulk of phallic hardness inside her, they felt good up her ass, filling her totally, leaving her no move to make without sensing their invasion of her fiery depths.

Clarke sighed happily, feeling Octavia writhing against her, clutching at her shoulders and hips to pull their bodies even closer. Her breasts, luscious and silky-skinned, pressed against Clarke’s. Clarke, in turn, grabbed the trembling buttocks of Octavia’s supple ass and pulled it wider, to be more vulnerable to her upward thrusts and Lexa’s ass-fucking from above.

Heda and Wanheda seemed to take strength from each other with every rhythmic thrust, gaining in power at the same rate, keeping Octavia pinned between them so she could not flee no matter how overwhelming the sex became—something that Octavia would never do in any case.

Octavia seemed so enthralled, so addicted, that part of Clarke was worried she really would let herself be fucked to death. If it weren’t for the fact that she knew from long experience just how much sodomy Octavia could take, she’d be reminding herself to make sure Octavia was still breathing with each passing moment. Clarke had some fond memories of her good girl being ass-fucked by the two of them over and over again, Heda and Wanheda taking turns on her to see how much lust their obedient little receptacle could soak up from her mistresses.

“I can tell from your cunt that you’re enjoying this,” Clarke groaned, lapping her tongue at Octavia’s ear. “You keep squirting on my belly—feels like you’re drawing me a bath.”

“And your ass squeezes my prick when you come.” Lexa slipped her tongue into Octavia’s other ear, swirling it sensuously around the lobe. “Makes it hard to fuck you. It’d annoy me if I didn’t know you were orgasming for me just like the sweet little whore you are.”

At her words of husky degradation, Octavia trembled with new pleasure. She enjoyed every aspect of being their pet, even being reminded of her ownership in the most mocking tones. She also delighted in their softly mewling words of affection, as they lay together barely stirring in the Heda’s bed, but such gentle words wouldn’t be fitting to the rapturous torment she was being put through now.

The two of them were fucking into her farther than Octavia had ever thought anything could go. Once, she might’ve felt embarrassed, disgusted with herself for going from an independent Trikru warrior to a body slave, more valued for the pleasure she brought her mistresses than the strength she had in a fight. But anyone could swing a sword. She was one of only four who could make her lovers as flushed and excited and elated as she was now.

She wanted this, wanted to be destroyed by her lovers’ love, smashed between them and sodomized until there was no more of her to fuck. She moaned unconditional surrender as the thick length of Lexa’s strap-on entered and withdrew from her tightly clenched—but rapidly loosening—asshole. She felt Clarke’s strap-on under her, swinging up into her ass to plunder her bowels the same as Lexa was doing.

Clarke and Lexa had teasingly referred to her as a double anal virgin and she felt like that now, felt like she was losing her virginity all over again. As enjoyable as the usual anal sex was, the sexual ecstasy she got there was completely different from this rapturous experience. She’d thought she was completely their slave, completely their pet, but finding out she could actually delight in such a perverse act proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was theirs.

Octavia felt crazed with her delight at that. She belonged to them so much that they belonged to her as well, and Raven too. Octavia couldn’t wait to see the mechanic discover this new level of submission and pleasure for herself. She knew she herself would come just from watching it.

With a combination of skill, love, and a commitment to push all of their willing victim’s limits, the two mistresses fucked Octavia’s lush, lovely body between them until she was undulating, twitching against them, her dark mane of hair flying in all directions along with the obscene wet sounds of her defilement. The noise of her impalement filled the tent.

“Oh shit… where’d you learn this? What are you doing to me?” Octavia gasped, all her preparation and her mistresses’ quiet words of reassurance, telling her she would be able to take this and how it would feel, now receding into the background of sheer animal pleasure.

She was lunging obscenely back onto Lexa’s ramming strap-on, her heart throbbing as Clarke’s dildo charged hotly into her ass along with it. The delicious frenzy spread to every cell in her body, wracked every nerve her brain could listen to. Octavia felt it taking hold of her with a power she’d never felt before, erasing any conception of her as her own person, remaking her as their pet, their slave, their bottom bitch, and whatever else they wanted her to be.

The pleasure filled her steaming cunt with passionate shocks, which didn’t stop there, but attacked her shuddering rectum and rode the clasping undulations of her overflowing pussy too.

“OHHH YESS, YESSS, I’M YOURS!” she howled, transported to a world of endless bliss that she sank deeper and deeper into, uncontrollable passion carrying her further in to her intoxicatingly real fantasy.

Clarke and Lexa joined Octavia in her culmination. She may have been their pet, but what made her such a good pet was that they loved her as she loved them, that their pleasure was her pleasure, her pleasure theirs. When she climaxed, all three of the deliciously intertwined lovers felt her orgasmic throes, their mouths hanging slack, their eyes slut, slippery pussies rubbing against bare flesh and leather harnesses, while Octavia’s much abused buttocks were spread and plundered by their undying lust for her. Her and their own sumptuous enjoyment.

The trio of mistresses and pet felt the thrill of orgasm overtake all of them. Writhing with pleasure, they rolled and twisted inside each other’s arms, each other’s legs. Octavia felt her twin impalements seem to throb, seem to burst, though she knew with a vestige of logic that the only explosive release was hers.

And then there was no more to feel. Octavia’s mind was sated, vacant, the receptacle unable to be filled any further. It would be a long time before it drained enough for Octavia to even think of leaving the sensual contentment she was awash in.

Until then, a stranger might mistake Octavia for a broken toy. Lexa and Clarke knew better. They knew their pet was now fully trained, their work of art completely painted. Or almost, at least.

“She’ll need to be tattooed,” Lexa panted, out of breath, her cheek against Octavia’s back, eyes darkly alight as she spied where the mark would go. “And I’ll be inked too. Branded with my ownership of her.” She yawned. “And then a ceremony, to make it official, before both Grounders and Skaikru.”

“Yes, dear,” Clarke said, knowing her lovely Heda had to show off her supremacy, display that she wasn’t conquered no matter how taxing the fuck had been. She probably could jump on a horse and lead an army into battle, if it weren’t for Clarke’s hand on her hip, delighting in her staying put.

“And Raven too, naturally. Once we’ve done the same to her.” Lexa put her hand on Clarke’s hip as well, feeling the twitches and rushing blood as sex and pleasure wound down inside her. “And they’ll both wear your mark as well, Wanheda. And you theirs.”

“To show that they belong to both of us—our shared property.”

“Property and so much more,” Lexa said. “There’s no need to tattoo ourselves that we own a sword.”

“Possessions that own us,” Clarke mused lovingly.

“Possessions that delight in being owned,” Lexa gently corrected her. “As I am to you.”

“And me to you.”

“I can barely wait to do this to Raven.”

Clarke yawned. “Just remind yourself that your wifey needs sleep.”

“Then I will hog-tie her for the rest of the night before I let her disturb you.”

“One kink at a time, babe. One kink at a time.”