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Dottie let herself into Howard Stark’s mansion, grateful that the job she’d done oiling the window hinges was still paying off. Nary a sound came from them, which was important in the dead of night. She’d hate to wake Peggy and Angie. She knew how hard they worked. They deserved their rest.

What to do tonight? She wondered, going to the icebox to see what they had to drink. A hot shower would be nice—the thought of washing her hair with Peggy’s shampoo while rich people water splashed all over her naked body was quite appetizing. And then she’d watch Peggy sleep for a while, of course. And some masturbation, naturally.

The handle of Peggy’s hairbrush, she thought. Maybe one of Angie’s ‘toys’ up her ass. Peggy’s roommate had quite an assortment of things to play with, though they weren’t Peggy’s, so they could only interest Dottie so much. But Angie was Peggy’s best friend, and so she was always of someinterest to Dottie. She might even let Peggy keep her, once she realized Dottie was the one who was truly meant for her.

Dottie was all about to start on the night’s festivities when she heard an odd noise. She went into the dining room. The sound got louder.

“Yes!” she heard Peggy keening with a crude vehemence so unlike her—or at least, unlike the face she had always presented to Dottie. “I want it deeper! Give it to me deeper! Shag me bloody rotten! I know you’ve wanted to do it for-fucking-ever!”

Dottie stopped for an instant, the thought of her woman with someone else in the living room literally stupefying her. What should I do? She wondered, standing there in a daze. Then she wondered who the man was that’d actually dared to think he deserved her Peggy. Jack? Daniel? Maybe even that Jarvis twit?

As if seeking to slight the turmoil inside her, Dottie went calmly and quietly to the living room door. It was open a crack. Dottie rounded it, poking her head into the gap to see what was happening inside.

Peggy was naked on her knees, body covered with a gleaming layer of sweat and saliva from the preliminaries to what was now taking place. She sucked and fondled desperately the huge cock she knelt before. Dottie watched her cheeks fill and empty as her beloved’s head pistoned up and down on the shaft, drawing it deep into her throat and letting it out with a sputtering exhale.

Peggy acted like she was starving for the prick, like she needed it far more than air, for it seemed to strangle her every time she dove down on its excessive length, its broad width.

It was only then that Dottie saw the man on whose cock her sweetheart was so greedily suckling and gagging herself on was no man at all, but Angie! Her mind quaked with the notion. Peggy was as Sapphic as she’d always suspected, but somehow, instead of returning her affections, she’d let them lead her to Angie motherfucking Martinelli!

Angie stood there like the Queen of Sheba, naked as a jaybird with Peggy on her knees before her. She looked down at the top of Peggy’s bobbing head, eyes maddened with a glint of lust—Dottie knew she could find that same glint in a mirror, whenever she thought particularly intensely of Peggy.

Angie’s hips pumped back and forth, driving the strap-on she wore deep into Peggy’s receptive throat. Her slender, delicate hands were roughening up Peggy’s luscious hair, manhandling her skull to better make her accept the treatment she was getting.

Dottie wanted to look away. She wanted to turn and run from this madhouse and forget that she’d ever been here. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and vent her fury on both of them for their betrayal—Peggy for her weakness and Angie for taking advantage of that weakness. But she didn’t do anything.

She was a bird, hypnotized by the snake that would eat it. The motions, the sounds, their obvious passion for each other. All of it ensnared her in its lusciousness, holding her as her heart pounded and her brain thundered and she pleaded for the world to make sense.

“That’s enough, English,” she heard Angie coo in her girlish register, with strong, confident Peggy going rigid like she was taking dictation from her lord and master. “I know you love sucking yourself off this cock, but it’s wet enough. Time to use it.”

Peggy looked up, lovingly holding her mouth around the strap-on, but pausing in the licking and sucking she’d been doing. After taking a moment to confirm it would meet with Angie’s approval, she pulled her mouth off of the dildo until the head popped out from between her lips, trailing saliva down her strong chin.

The Englishwoman’s eyes burned with desire. It was like she couldn’t see anything except for the woman in front of her and the strap-on that she’d been so needfully servicing.

“Shouldn’t that be ‘time to use me’?” Peggy asked impishly.

Angie circled her finger in the air and Peggy, quite obediently—as obediently as Dottie would’ve been if Peggy had just given her such an order—twisted around to show off the fullness of her lovely ass to Angie.

(Dottie ducked back behind the ajar door to be sure Peggy couldn’t see her, then dipped her head back out to see what was happening.)

Angie petted Peggy gently for a moment, savoring the supple feel of her back and then the satiny plumpness of her buttocks. Her touch passed between Peggy’s legs and Dottie saw the Englishwoman shudder with enjoyment, but even more, with anticipation. Then Dottie realized and was horrified by what Angie was doing.

That bitch’s hands were gathering up the viscous cream that ran from Peggy’s sweet, aroused cunt. Smearing it in and around the Brit’s anus. Again and again, her slippery fingers disappeared up into Peggy’s asshole, all the way to the knuckle, thoroughly lubricating Peggy from her own wet cunt.

It was a masterful display of just how in control Angie was—and just how subordinate Peggy was to her—and they didn’t even know they were showing off to the watching Dottie.

Dottie’s mouth fell open and stayed there, stunned into stillness like the rest of her by shock and anger. Then she realized there were more emotions swirling through her. She was aroused by the sight of them together. Her own sex tightened and moistened, watching another woman with her beloved. She couldn’t even get a kiss from Peggy; Angie was going to get her ass.

Peggy’s moans hit Dottie’s unbelieving ears. “Oh YESSSS, Ang! Do my arse, you unbelievable pervert! Let me have that big cock right where it doesn’t belong, in a hole that was never meant to take it! You bloody wanker, how could you make me love such a wicked thing!?”

“It was pretty easy, once I realized what a slut you are,” Angie replied with a crooked grin on her pert little lips. “Though it must be hard for a dame like you, with that swelled head of yours, thinking you’re the cat’s pajamas every minute of the day.”

“And looking like it,” Peggy purred. “With this fat ass you love so much!”

Her words broke off with a groan as Angie fingered her ass, making sure it was ready for the much bigger penetration she had planned for it. “If only I’d never taught you what a total anal whore you are. You’d probably be as smug as you used to be. You wouldn’t have to act all high and mighty while remembering how hard you come from having a cock up your ass.”

“It is a challenge,” Peggy admitted, her voice strained as Angie’s finger worked away the tightness of her resisting anus. “To p-project the proper—ah!—proper confidence… poise… bloody hell, Angie, you’re just whetting my appetite, you know! Quit diddling about and put it in!”

Angie’s sideways grin got much bigger. “Yeah. I like you much better this way. Knowing that behind all that God Save The Queen business, part of you’s always wondering when you can bend over for me next. Especially when you sit down…”

“I could be sitting down right now for all you’re making me wait. You’re a lucky slag, not getting to be on the receiving end—you don’t know how hard it is to blooming—“

Angie rubbed her strap-on’s tip around Peggy’s greased asshole. Dottie, at least, knew how that felt: the ache deep between her buttocks, the itch that seemed to locate itself just inside her tight asshole. She couldn’t believe Peggy was going to experience that torturous pleasure without her.

Peggy broke off her speech to tremble in anticipation, like a feline in heat flipping its tail over to one side to let a tom get a clear shot at her hole. But this wasn’t some alley cat. This was Agent Carter! Dottie’s rival! Her opposite number! The only one worthy of her skill, the only one who equaled her beauty, deserved her respect, tingled her sex! And here was some whore off the street fucking her ass!

Dottie looked on, panting, while Angie set the tip of her strap-on firmly against Peggy’s quivering anus. And then she began to push.

Dottie’s mind burned with outrage over what she was witnessing. She wanted to run into the room and destroy the woman who had spurned her, along with the woman Peggy had accepted. But she did nothing. Nothing except watch.

She stood frozen, a paralyzed onlooker with her own body betraying her horror. Her nipples pushed against the cloth of her thin blouse, aching with the same lustful hunger Peggy and Angie were so lucky to be able to express.

Before she knew what she was doing, Dottie slid a hand inside her blouse and went to work on the needy sensitivity her erect nipples had to offer. She twisted and caressed their tender hardness.

Her other hand disobeyed her even further, reaching through the side vent of her wrap-around skirt and finding her pussy ready, overflowingly ready, as if trying to keep up with the passion Peggy and Angie had already reached. Those fingers knew how to exploit her treacherous body too. They slipped wetly up and down her slit, rubbing at her throbbing button until it was screaming out the same passion as her stiff nipples.

Peggy grunted, pushing backwards in a voluptuous demand to get the relief of that strap-on inside her needing hole. For a moment it seemed to be locked in there, held tight by the strength of Peggy’s anal muscles. Then, with a savage explosion of pent-up breath, Peggy forced herself back. She reamed herself on Angie’s strap-on, then ground her hips in tight circles, trying to fuck herself even harder on what she’d just impaled her asshole with.

“Aaahh, BLIMEY!” Peggy shrieked, her movements growing more frenzied with each second she spent penetrated. “It hurts—hurts so bloody GOOD!” She threw herself back to Angie’s body even harder, almost knocking the slight girl off her feet. “Fuck me, Ang! Shag that big ass you love so much! You’re left me with this great big damn itch when I’m not being sodomized and now you have to scratch it, scratch my itch! I don’t care if it hurts! Hurt me! Fuck me til it hurts and keep fucking me!”

“And to think I couldn’t tell what a sub you were the first time we met,” Angie purred happily, justifiably proud of the state she’d reduced the regal Peggy Carter to.