The Pet update (Patreon)

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.”

1600

The outdoor space was filled with torches, but Clarke couldn’t feel their heat. The coolness of the dark licked at her instead. There were many people in attendance, both Grounders and those from the Ark, but they kept well-clear of the mount. That was for Clarke and her wives—for lack of a better term—alone.

They were naked, all of them, except for the strap-ons that she and Lexa wore. That and the bandages. Clear, almost translucent, dotted with drying blood where they stuck to her back and that of Lexa, Raven, Octavia. They covered the healing tattoos that had been needled into the four of them.

For her and Lexa, they marked ownership. For Raven and Octavia, they denoted slavery. But neither woman minded having a rune of mastery inked into their skin for all time. In Grounder culture, it wasn’t a position of ignominy, but one of the highest honors. The Heda and Wanheda’s most prized possessions.

Once, Clarke might’ve instinctively protested that objectification, but now she saw the immaterial aspect of it. Raven and Octavia were sacred now. Like idols cast out of precious minerals, they were as much responsibility as treasure. She and Lexa would cherish them like they were a crown and scepter from out of medieval times.

And now that their position was set in stone, or rather flesh, it was time to show the people that this was no mere political arrangement. Clarke and Lexa would show that their claim on the two women was utterly incontrovertible.

Lexa—more comfortable with this public exhibition that mixed the sacred and the obscene—bent and kissed Octavia’s neck. Her hands cupped Octavia’s breasts in proud ownership. Although Octavia and Raven belonged to both their mistresses, it had been decided that Octavia—the more enthusiastic convert to Grounder culture—would be more willing to couple with Lexa, to let the Commander show off her dominance without hesitation.

Not that Raven had any misgivings, as such. It was just that she and Clarke were naturally more hesitant, a step behind Lexa and Octavia in their embrace of this arrangement, and so the two Skaikru would let the others take center stage while they proceeded at their own pace.

Despite that, Octavia hardly felt like she was putting on a show, flaunting herself, or being seen at all. The way Lexa touched her, she felt like there was no one else there at all. The positioning of the torches helped with that impression. The flames dappled their naked body with continuous light, while also blinding them to the shuffling crowd watching them. It was an effort to remember that even Clarke and Raven were there, though Octavia wouldn’t want to forget them. She loved the thought that, lucky as she was to have Lexa, two more beautiful, strong women also had a claim on her heart, and allowed her to have a stake in them.

And Clarke was watching her, just as Octavia hoped. She gasped involuntarily, remembering their first day on the Ground when she’d seen Octavia strip to go swimming—though Octavia wore much less now, Clarke was still no more used to her bronze-tanned beauty. But even sexier than that was how Octavia stood as if in a trance, enthralled to her anticipation of pleasure, and radiant as a goddess with the pride she took in having Lexa’s eyes on her naked body.

“Alright, down on your hands and knees,” Lexa said huskily. Octavia obeyed, getting down on all fours, her legs spread slightly to open her pert buttocks.

Clarke licked her lips. She still couldn’t feel the heat of the torches, and yet there was perspiration forming on her brow. She could feel the strap-on at her loins, stiff and weighty, then she looked to Lexa’s cock and felt her head spin with desire.

She watched Lexa kneel down behind Octavia, mouth going to her full buttocks, kissing and biting at the toned flesh, finally licking deep between Octavia’s cheeks. Lexa parted them with her hands and licked even deeper.

Octavia let out a small cry as her Heda’s tongue touched the tender circle of her anal opening. Lexa had made a point of telling her that there was no part of her body to be ashamed of, nothing that wasn’t to be loved. And while it was hard for Octavia to internalize that, it got easier when Lexa was making love to her.

Lexa’s middle finger pushed against Octavia’s wet pucker, taking advantage of the saliva she’d left on it to further prepare Octavia for being despoiled. “A little wider, my pet,” she breathed, staring in hunger at the tiny opening. As good as it looked when it was still mostly closed up, just barely taking the smallest intrusion, it would truly look wonderful wrapped around her cock.

Octavia spread her legs as wide as she could and felt Lexa’s finger push more firmly into her sphincter. She couldn’t quite hold back the discomforted cry that came with her penetration, but true to form, she realized that Lexa’s finger didn’t hurt half as much as she would’ve expected it to, once it was sinking into her ass. She wanted to endure it—for Lexa and for Clarke and Raven.

Lexa pushed her finger in and out, Octavia writhing with the exciting sensation, still so new and taboo to her. And just as she was getting used to it, Lexa pushed a second finger into her asshole. This time, Octavia couldn’t hold back her outcry even a little. Only slap a hand over her mouth before it got out.

***

Clarke had to admire Lexa. Where she would’ve been doubtful, reluctant, probably caused Octavia more pain in the long run, Lexa was entirely comfortable with fucking Octavia in the ass no matter the discomfort. Lexa was so confident, in fact, so sure of herself, that what little wait there was to prepare Octavia for being sodomized, filled Clarke with impatience. She wanted to see their bitch getting her ass broken in once more, as many times as it took until it gaped open to be used whenever they wanted a hole to fuck.

“You want to fuck her yourself, don’t you?” Raven whispered to her.

Clarke was too embarrassed to do anything but nod.

“I’m not surprised. She’s lovely. And really submissive. Even I’m tempted to dom her. And you are kinda naturally inclined to top people. You and Lexa start fucking, suddenly you’ve got two anal sluts in on the relationship, bending over for the two of you.”

“Maybe I should shove this cock down your throat so you can shut up for a minute.”

Clarke couldn’t take her eyes off of what Lexa and Octavia were doing. Her Heda was nudging the thick cudgel that tipped her strap-on up into Octavia’s tiny asshole. She settled into a rhythmic thrusting that made her dildo completely disappear into Octavia’s anus with stroke after stroke. All the while, Clarke and Raven watched, not looking away from the beginning of Octavia’s submission, but feeling the lust in each other as it radiated hotter and hotter.

Just as Clarke had been powerfully tempted to fuck Octavia, she was feeling the urge to sodomize Raven, and only her desire to see more of Lexa and Octavia fucking allowed her to resist it. But she could hear Raven groaning as the Latina impatiently waited for her turn to be ass-fucked.

***

Lexa shoved Octavia’s head down, straightening her hands and knees postured so that her rounded ass jutted out enticingly, allowing Lexa a straight shot into her bowels.

“What were you made for?” she asked Octavia in a strident tone.

“I was made to be fucked in the ass,” Octavia said obediently.

“And?”

“My ass was made to be fucked by a strong woman like you!”

“Play with yourself,” Lexa ordered her. “I don’t feel like getting you off myself. I just want to fuck this sweet little hole that belongs to me.”

Octavia obeyed, fingers playing with her glistening slit as Lexa thrust into her already well-stretched anus. Octavia writhed and twisted, partially enjoying herself, partially trying to ease the pain as Lexa forced her way again and again into Octavia’s bowels. She couldn’t believe she was letting everyone, Grounder and Skaikru, see how Lexa fucked her. See how she actually enjoyed being sodomized this way.

“Mmm… still so fucking tight,” Lexa purred, satisfyingly grinding her cunt into the strap-on harness, reaping pleasure from the resistance while she fucked its shaft deep into Octavia’s ass. “Don’t worry. Clarke and I have the rest of your life to fuck that out of you.”

Octavia shook her head from side to side, feeling Lexa lunging into her, impacting her hotly clenched anus with increasing speed and force.

“Ahhh! Ohh! Lexa! Lexa!” Octavia ground out, the pain fully turning to pleasure, her body coming alive with desire for more. She massaged her sopping wet cunt harder than ever, thrusting her middle finger inside of her folds. Right behind her, Lexa’s hips bucked up and down steadily like she was riding a horse instead of feeding her dildo into her willing slave. The strap-on belonged to Octavia and Octavia belonged to it. Bringing them together was beautiful.

***

Raven and Clarke watched far more fervently than anyone in the audience, entranced by the pure lust they saw and familiar with either receiving it or giving it. They also knew how good it felt, either being fucked like Octavia was or doing the fucking like Lexa was.