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Sam looked up. It took her a minute to come out of the delirium of fucking Tory and realize what her mother was asking for. A part of her had wanted to make Tory come for her, all alone, just the two of them, but her mom was right. This would really make Tory burn, explode her mind with pleasure, show her that her body and ass both belonged to the people who could give her this sexual bliss.

Now lying on her side, with Tory’s legs around her waist, Sam kissed her soft lips and slid her strap-on slowly in and out. It felt good. It sounded better, hearing Tory moan as she was filled. She moaned louder when she had to do without as the dildo came out of her wanting ass.

Even Tory was aroused by hearing her own impassioned sighs, with Sam’s cock reaching deeper into her anus. She kissed the other girl, her lips wanting to feel Sam’s loving caress the same way her body was.

Amanda looked under Tory’s squirming ass and lifted the dirty blonde’s upper leg into the air. Tory’s buttocks, which were continually splayed, jiggling apart with Sam’s soft strokes, now opened wide, the pert weight of her twin ovals held clear of her pink little asshole itself. Its raw redness winking at Amanda while Sam’s strap-on pushed in and withdrew, wet with the same shiny lubricant that was making the space between Tory’s toned asscheeks gleam.

Amanda moved her face close, watching from so near that if she let go of Tory’s ass, her buttocks would’ve covered Amanda’s face. She observed how her daughter’s strap-on shuttled back and forth in Tory’s eager rectum. Sam definitely knew how to make Tory love it, but she was a little lacking in the roughness that would be needed to truly dominate Tory. The bitch had to fear how good it felt, had to hate a little being so addicted to her own usage—that made her submission to it all the stronger.

Amanda spat into the twitching little hole, then ran her tongue from the rolling shaft of Sam’s cock to the cleft between Tory’s buttocks, the tender skin that also extended downward to her unused sex. Amanda supposed she could’ve fucked her there, but that would’ve been letting Tory off easy.

After all the shit she’d pulled, Tory had to understand that she wasn’t their lover, wasn’t even their bitch. She was a toy for them to play with. And if it pleased them to utterly ruin her anal opening, then they would do that without hesitation, just to see how Tory looked with a gaping hole between her once tightly aligned cheeks.

Moving into position behind Tory, on the other side of the bed from her as Sam, Amanda further wetted her strap-on’s tip in the cleft of Tory’s ass, where she’d just deposited her saliva. Then she lined the cockhead up with Sam’s and pushed it into Tory’s asshole along with her daughter.

Tory’s eyes widened, bulged with shock—her jaw dropped in a gasp—then Amanda sighed in pleasure, eyes closed as she savored the tightness of invading an ass her daughter had already occupied.

Sam looked down, imagining she could see the bulge in Tory’s belly as two stiff shafts entered her at once, but it had to be only the stirrings of muscle as Tory’s abs clenched and tautened, trying to withstand the sensation of being fucked twice over. Two cocks both in the same tender passage.

Tory’s hazel eyes shook as she finally groaned in discomfort at the violation. “Oh, she’s in me too,” she whispered. “Your mom’s fucking my ass just like you are.”

“Yeah?” Sam asked, thrusting slowly, further aroused by the pressure she felt resisting her—the pressure that could only be caused by Amanda’s strap-on against her own, Tory’s well-used anus made tight again by being doubly occupied. “What’s it feel like?”

“It feels like… like…” and Tory stopped, unable to give a name to it, only pushing back against Amanda’s body, then forward into Sam’s, trying to get away from either of her dual penetrations—or trying to give herself over to both at once.

“Like you’re a whore?” Amanda breathed in her ear, keeping her hips pumping, her cock going steadily into Tory’s ass—refusing to let up long enough for Tory to get comfortable with the double-fuck. She could only endure it until they were finished with her. “Like you’re the kind of dirty anal slut who actually gets off on two people fucking you in the ass at the same time?”

Tory’s eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment—while a smile ran over her lips and a blush spread onto her cheeks. There was no denying it. She’d finally accepted her place. And it turned Sam on madly, just like it did her mother.

Tory’s acceptance melted away, irrelevant as Amanda and Sam’s hips charged against the luscious flesh trapped between them. There was no thought to how she took their cocks, only the shudder of a continuous orgasm while Tory was overwhelmed by strap-ons, the feeling of being stuffed, the press of two naked bodies into her own.

Amanda grunted, clutching at Tory’s breasts from behind, while Sam grabbed Tory by the hair and forced her face down into her own chest. Tory couldn’t do much licking or sucking in the state she was in, but it felt good for Sam to have her drooling mouth pushed into her tits, her breasts suffocating the cries Tory made from being shared. It was a strange kind of mother-daughter bonding, but Sam had never felt closer to her mom than when they were both sinking their pricks deep into the bowels of the same lovely whore.

The leg Tory wasn’t turned onto was now lifted vertical, held out of the way by both Sam and her mother. Tory undulated back to take Amanda’s strap-on deep, then thrust forward to suck Sam’s cock into the same orifice.

She tried not to think about what she was doing, but it was obvious even to her that she wasn’t simply trying to fulfill an obligation, fuck herself out of some troublesome circumstances. Her body was enjoying being ravaged more than she would’ve thought possible.

Together, Sam and Amanda plunged in and out of the same hole, filling and emptying Tory, sometimes both inside her at the same time, sometimes one strap-on in and the other out, but they didn’t let one second pass without Tory’s asshole being fucked. The jagged little blasts of climax were coming hard and fast to her, keeping Tory suspended in rapture. She couldn’t stop herself now even if she wanted to. And she didn’t want to.

Though Tory was disgusted with herself, she took a relish in that disgust. She was property, an anal slut, something for two dominant women to share rather than an individual to be made love to—and the deeper she sank into the depravity, the more aroused Tory became. The steady thrum of orgasm inside her was already more powerful than anything she’d gotten from a man.

They went on in that irony, the two LaRusso women ravishing Tory, but only so she could be gorged on pleasure, not for their own selfish delight—although they greatly enjoyed themselves too. Working together, pounding her between them for a good quarter of an hour, made happy largely by how Tory wailed and moaned and shook and came. Came over and over again. Came like she never stopped.

Amanda was wild and Sam was growing insane with lust too, as addicted to inflicting this lavish pleasure-pain on Tory’s stretched asshole as Tory was consumed with receiving it. Sam was going to come, she knew, come just from strap-on fucking Tory’s ass.

She reeled on Tory’s hair, disheveled and matted with sweat, to force her head back until she could kiss her. In her hunger and her submission, Tory kissed her back, sensing how close Sam was to orgasm and was so, so happy that her body had pleased the one it now belonged to.

I’m sorry, Miguel—they’re fucking me, but I’m the one who can’t stop myself—can’t stop myself from being a slut—my body just loves this feeling and you aren’t here and I can’t love anyone the way I love THIS!

“Sam, Sam, Sam!” Tory chanted, still coming, her whole groin one long wet sensation, tortured by the emptiness—the knowledge that she was coming solely from how mother and daughter were violating her ass.

Sam felt Tory’s pert, warm breasts against her own. Amanda’s hands weren’t in the way anymore. They were reaching past Tory, hugging her daughter, pressing her harder into Tory so that one girl’s mound rubbed against the other. They ground together, keeping Tory down in the depths of her submission, never getting a chance to think of anything but how much she liked being an anal whore.

The next time Sam kissed her, Tory had forgotten all about her hatred of the girl—even how her never-ending orgasm had begun, with her being forced and cajoled and humiliated. All that mattered was how it felt now. How Sam felt. How good Sam felt.

Tory opened her mouth and let Sam suck on her tongue. Amanda let Sam roll them over so that she was on top of the threesome, thrusting down into a sandwiched Tory. Then Sam pulled Tory’s legs back and forced her to hook her heels around Sam’s back—something Tory eagerly did to please the source of her delight.

She no longer stretched herself open on Amanda’s strap-on, but only pumped herself upward, feeding herself to Sam’s cock, her slit rubbing against the leather harness of the strap-on and the warm flesh of Sam’s pubis. She knew Sam too was enjoying herself, clitoris buzzing against her own end of the strap-on.

Sam gave a shuddering moan and hugged both Tory and her mother, one arm around each of them. “Unnhh, I’m gonna come!” Sam giggled. “Helping my mom ream your ass really got me hot. Ohhhh yeah, I’m go… going…”

Tory kissed Sam’s mouth as her former rival bucked and tossed on top of her. She could vaguely recall that there was something wrong about what was happening to her, but she’d have to feel bad about it later. Right now she was enjoying herself too much to believe this was anything other than what she’d been meant for.

“Touch me,” Sam keened, her hips pumping, hammering between Tory’s open legs. It sounded like the same orgasmic whines Tory was making, but anything Sam said was a command to her bitch.

Tory reached down between their bellies and found space to wiggle a couple fingers under Sam’s harness. She stroked gently at the forbidden skin beyond Sam’s strap-on until she at last found the small, hard button of her owner’s clit.

Sam gasped. Her toned ass blurred as she pistoned Tory down into her mother, down into the groaning bed. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Am I doing good?” Tory muttered.

“You’re perfect!” Sam cried, before biting Tory’s shoulder, her whole body humming with orgasm.

“Our perfect little slut,” Amanda whispered in Tory’s ear.

Their bodies hunched and bobbed and rolled on the bed. Then the trio let out long sighs, like one sound coming from three bodies. They started to subside, the strap-ons slowing in Tory’s warm, receptive asshole. Two sets of arms stayed locked around Tory’s sweaty body while their cocks lay in the defeated grip of her ass—three pairs of tormented lungs trying to catch their breath.

The heaving slowly joined the stillness of the rest of the room and then their three tangled bodies lay like some beached sea creature, glistening with the perspiration that had smeared on their joined flesh until it was impossible to tell whose sweat was whose.

“Maybe karate is a good idea,” Amanda panted. “I need to be in better shape if I’m going to keep up with you young hardbodies…”

Tory was barely aware of where she was. As consciousness began to return, she pushed it back down, wanting only to feel this satiation. She couldn’t believe what she had just done or how she had enjoyed it. And so she made herself relax and let her body drift closer and closer to an exhausted sleep.

But one spark of rebellious curiosity remained with her and before she slipped under, Tory brought her finger up from where it had kindled Sam’s clitoral orgasm and smelled the perfume on it. Sam watched it happen, right before her own glazed eyes.

“How is it?” she asked.

“I don’t know how anything is anymore,” Tory moaned.

Amanda rubbed Tory’s flank. “But you can’t forget now, can you? How this felt. You didn’t come just now, Tory. You stopped coming. And for the first time in a while.”

“I couldn’t help myself!” Tory argued, suddenly feeling wide awake and very full of their dildos. The lingering, tired delight inside her like a collar around her neck. “You were—the two of you—you had—you fucked my…”

“It didn’t hurt.” Sam couldn’t keep herself from grinning at Tory’s flustered embarrassment over her own double-fucked orgasm. “You can’t even think of it that way, can you? All you can remember is how good it felt. Maybe we treated you like a whore, but you enjoyed it.”

“Every second,” Amanda agreed. “Every thrust. Every inch we put in your ass, made you come. Just be honest. You might’ve liked being a Cobra Kai badass—but you love being a double-stuffed anal whore.”

Tory felt her cheeks go red. “No, I… I… that’s not fair! You forced me!”

Sam’s eyebrows jigged upward. “I think we could force you to come from one cock in your ass. But two?”

“That’s right, sweetie,” Amanda said, petting Tory’s shoulders, giving them a good pat. “Tory, dear, consider that a free sample. If you want, you can leave right now and consider yourself a poor innocent victim that only felt the way you did because we made you feel that way.”

“Over and over again,” Sam added. “Like, a lot.”

“Or,” Amanda said firmly, speaking over Sam’s interjection. “You can stay here, embrace that you’re our bitch… and feel that way again.”

“Like, a lot,” Sam said again.

Tory tried to hold back. She really did. She at least tried to convey the sense that she was thinking about it. But one little throb went through her destroyed asshole and she knew that all the pride and self-respect in the world couldn’t feel as good as being… as being…

“What would I have to do,” Tory asked, “if I stay?”

“Well, first you have to clean our cocks off,” Amanda said, as if reminding Tory of a small, tawdry chore. “Your mouth should do the trick. And then, oh, I’d say you’d have to do anything we want.”

“Including wearing a buttplug to make sure that hole is kept nice and fuckable at all times,” Sam put in. “What do you think, Mom? After we both stretched her out, do we have a plug big enough for how wide we fucked her?”

“We might have to order one online,” Amanda conceded. “And until it gets here, we’ll just have to keep double-fucking her hole.”

Tory couldn’t help herself. She came again. And it felt like the rightest thing she’d ever done.