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“Harder!” Raven cried. Her voice was loud, loud enough for most of the watching crowd to hear, but she was much too horny to care about them knowing how much of a slut she was.

It was clear to Lexa that Raven didn’t know her place. She thought that Lexa and Clarke—that Heda and Wanheda—were here to satisfy her.

They were here to use her. The fact that this satiated their little Raven was largely irrelevant. She had to realize this.

“No! Don’t stop!” Raven moaned. Without Lexa to hold her down and smash her onto Clarke’s strap-on, she bounded up and down, milking the artificial phallus with the exotic twitches of her skewered anus.

Clarke could only gasp and moan as Raven bore down on her, forcing the base of the strap-on against her vulva in a stirring massage. It didn’t excite her as wildly as when she was with Lexa, choking with delight, but it thrilled her enough.

She knew Raven and Octavia were linked to them now, owned by them. That by taking advantage of their shared harem and fucking Raven’s brains out, she was pouring love into her relationship with Lexa too. Showing she accepted her and all her Grounder customs.

Raven found herself delighting in her new, almost dominant role—demanding Clarke’s dildo until she was satisfied. She wondered if Clarke was going to take charge. If there was anything she might do, as the bratty little bottom she knew herself to be, to make Clarke roll her onto the ground and plow her until she’d made Raven’s hole indisputably her own.

But before that could happen, Raven had a jarring shock. She felt the wetly lubricated tip of a massive strap-on press between her buttocks and kiss her already-full anus.

“AAAA!” she cried. “Lexa?”

“Heda,” Lexa corrected her. “How do you like my new strap-on?”

“It’s too big! I don’t think I could take it even if Clarke and I weren’t—“

Lexa pressed the thick tip further, paining Raven with the stubborn strength it took to force in anything alongside the impalement Clark was giving her. “You have to submit to us, Raven,” she said huskily. “You can’t resist. Even your holes can’t resist us. And this will ensure you never try to keep us outside of you. Not ever again.”

Raven squeezed her eyes shut, tears welling at their corners. “You’re going to ruin my asshole!”

“We’re going to make you come,” Clarke said, looking up at the pained yet thrilled expression on Raven’s lovely face with pride in her mate. “Just like we did Octavia.”

“Aagh! It hurts!”

“Octavia came for us. You should’ve seen that little bitch squirm. If she could take it, so could you. Stop clamping up or Lexa’s going to fuck it right through you.”

“HHHOO!” Raven rolled her hips to better accommodate Lexa’s entry, though that put wrenching pressure on Clarke’s strap-on, skewering her from below. It chafed the floor of her anal passage, breaking the frantic cadence of Raven’s enjoyment. “Shit! Shit! I can’t take it all! You’re breaking me in two!”

“We’re making you a good little cock-holster,” Lexa said, still pushing, burying the thick strap-on into Raven’s upturned ass. “Stop hurting and come. Good doggies come when they get fucked.”

Raven opened her mouth, a strangled cry emerging as Lexa bottomed out deep inside her. Grinding the tangle of leather straps holding the dildo into Raven’s buttocks. Forcing her down onto the shaft of Clarke’s own artificial manhood.

“HHUUUNGH!” Raven groaned, shocked to find the pain draining out of her, burnt away by a doubled orgasm.

She’d been taken full advantage of and her body responded in the fullest. Whiting out her mind with all the pleasure her flesh was capable of. Total gratitude for giving herself over to the twin stabs of exploitation now both occupying her asshole.

Both Clarke and Lexa grunted wildly, ramming and battering the frail, pleasure-suffused flesh that their cocks demanded from Raven. Raven felt herself jostled one way and then another, scorched by the friction of both women taking her. Her body rocked back and forth between them, trembling lips murmuring her obscene delight, unconnected to any of the thoughts in her head.

Two strap-ons at once, every inch of her rectum straining and taut with a ferocious tension she had never known before.

Raven didn’t know how much time passed before her body finally gave in, what was left of her mind willing itself to ignore the pain and let her joy have her. But then she was coming, squirting, Clarke crying out as the wet charge sloshed over her front.

“Yesss,” Lexa hissed in her ear. “Show Wanheda how much you adore being her anal bitch.”

Raven’s eyes rolled back in her head. Her release kept going. She couldn’t stop, couldn’t keep the dam from breaking, not with so much cock in her ass. Pure pleasure seemed to be coming right out of her pores and Lexa breathed in it, lips at her pulsing neck and nostrils flaring.

“K-k-kiss,” Raven muttered, wanting desperately to express the passion that was filling her, but unable to move to do it when her mistresses had her staked twice over.

Lexa shoved Raven down until she was parallel with Clarke, her lips splayed and ready for the kiss the blonde gave her.

“Mmmm,” Lexa moaned, enjoying the spectacle as Clarke and Raven ravenously devoured each other, starting at the lips. She fluttered her hips, riding her clit against the harness of her dildo. Feeling the warmth of Raven’s flushed skin permeate her own needy groin.

She could keep fucking Raven, get off that way, but she didn’t want a pet anymore. She wanted Clarke.

“That’s enough, doggy,” Lexa said, pulling Raven up by the hair. She drew her cock out of the sex slave and with it popped out Clarke’s strap-on. Raven gasped in relief as her overextended anus was finally allowed to feebly close. “Go play with Octavia. Wanheda and I want to see you having fun together.”

Raven turned to Octavia. Satiated. Drained. Exhausted. The sting that Clarke’s rapturous kiss had left on her lips and the bite of Lexa’s words in her ear spurred her on to new lust. She wanted Octavia and it wasn’t hard at all to want Octavia.

The sight of her naked body thrilled Raven. She crawled over to Octavia, who laid there, head raised, waiting for her.

“Tell me to do it too, my Heda,” Octavia said, a little pleading in her voice. “I like being told what to—how to be a good pet.”

Lexa smiled as she laid down beside Clarke. Embracing her fellow Commander. “You do it,” she breathed in Clarke’s ear. “It’ll be like we’re fucking them together.”

Clarke suppressed a giggle… could not keep herself from blushing. Even now, she had to think of how wild this was.

She never could’ve expected she’d end up with someone like Lexa. It was absolutely unthinkable she’d have a pet like Raven, let alone her and Octavia. And it did give her a naughty thrill—a sexually charged tingle, like foreplay between her and Lexa—to give the order and then to watch.

“Octavia, I want you to let Raven pleasure you. Show her exactly how much you appreciate what she’s doing to you. And after you come, I want you to return the favor.” She glanced at Lexa. “That good?”

Lexa set her lip in a pantomime of disapproval at Clarke’s usual soft-spokenness. “Raven, make her spill her cream all over the floor,” she said brusquely.

“I live to serve,” Raven said with an inevitable smile.

Coming to Octavia’s body, she didn’t proceed up its length, but stopped at her bare feet. Taking one into her hands and carefully kneading it. Lightly kissing the toes. Then sucking them into the warmth of her mouth. Octavia sighed in relaxed enjoyment.

Lexa and Clarke laid back, playing with each other, but being careful not to ever obstruct their view of Raven and Octavia.

Their pets were so cute together.

After each toe had been properly serviced, Raven licked her way to Octavia’s ankle. Her calf was sculpted with toned muscle, her thigh delicately chiseled. All the athleticism of a Grounder, but with the clear, creamy skin of Skaikru living, soft and civilized.

Raven’s kisses roamed up all the delectable curves, her eyes up on Octavia’s groin and the well-trimmed pubic thatch that veiled the wet, pouting lips of her sex.

Raven tantalized herself, restricting her kisses to Octavia’s knees. She knew she wasn’t just satisfying herself but putting on a show for her mistresses. Octavia knew this too. She lifted her knee; the lips of her pussy spread open, showing Raven the glossy pink inside her. It looked as sweet as the smell that wafted into Raven’s nostrils.

Putting her fingers in Octavia’s lap, Raven slid the labia as far open as she could, exposing every wet inch Octavia held for her tongue to explore. A deep well built of sugary pink and with pleasure at the bottom instead of water.

Raven brushed her thumb along Octavia’s hooded clit, eliciting a shudder from her. Raven liked that shudder—the flow of spastic energy through Octavia’s jubilantly endowed body. She didn’t want Octavia to go back to the easy, languid breaths that puffed out of her chest so slowly.

She put her head between Octavia’s thighs and ran her tongue into the first offering of Octavia’s sex, following the curves of her lips. Sighs of delight bubbled from Octavia’s throat when Raven went deeper, her tongue coursing through the wet folds of Octavia’s pussy and becoming a tremor that wracked her whole body.

A tremor that came back in waves of fresh, salty-sweet juice for Raven’s tongue to find inside the brunette. It tasted as delicious as Octavia’s pleasure.

“I want to fuck her all over again,” Clarke admitted in a low voice. Then she looked down, seeing Lexa’s hand wrapped around her strap-on. “What the float are you doing?”

“Getting you ready,” Lexa said, stroking fresh lubricant into the dildo and enjoying the sexuality of the up and down motion, even if it was wasted on the lifeless apparatus. She still liked teasing Clarke with a series of strokes the Wanheda couldn’t feel. “We’re going to take Raven again. She has to learn that we’re never finished with her—that she’s always our bitch. And when the time comes that we can’t restrain ourselves anymore, we’re not waiting.” She put her mouth at Clarke’s ear. “This time, you wear the bitch-breaker. Show her what she’s become. Let her see what makes her come now that she belongs to us.”

As they spoke, their words seemed to spark Raven’s passion into a flame. She moved her tongue down to Octavia’s anus, running its flat warmth over the puckered opening, then forcing it inside.

The interior of Octavia’s ass was soft and cloyingly hot, the flesh so tight it seemed to cling to her tongue. Octavia writhed and arched her back as Raven’s tongue held inside her. Just by twitching, it reaped immense feeling from her well-used hole.

After a few taunting moments of this, Raven went back up to Octavia’s groin. She caught Octavia’s clit between her lips and sucked on it.

Clarke and Lexa’s eyes were on her. The heat of the sex ricocheted endlessly between them, warming each woman from all sides. Raven got off on doing this to Octavia, on how pleasured Octavia was, on how Clarke and Lexa were watching her.

She lapped at Octavia’s slot, always ending her licks at the woman’s throbbing clit to make Octavia’s pleasure wickedly barbed. Reaching around Octavia’s hips, her hands grasped the tight, toned swells that always filled out Octavia’s pants so lusciously.

She squeezed and caressed the hills of her ass, feeling the flesh tremble in her hands. Octavia was close. Raven redoubled her ministrations, working Octavia until, with a heavy moan, she filled Raven’s mouth with wetness.

Raven swallowed gratefully, then licked Octavia for a few more tastes of her delicious satisfaction. Octavia’s face twisted with pain as her perfectly used cunt was overwhelmed. Raven took only a few more teasing tastes before letting up.

“I hope that felt as good as it tasted,” she said, licking her lips to be sure she’d had every last jot of deliciousness that she could get from Octavia.

Clarke washed Lexa’s strap-on with its own coating of lubricant, lovingly stroking it as if to ascertain its hardness. It felt longer, harder—throbbing—as she coated it with lube. Clarke was astonished at how good it felt in her hands.

“Raven, come here. We want more of you.”

Raven’s body stiffened, a little quiver of pleasure running through her. She was as willful as ever—almost—but they’d imparted on her something of the pet. Like any good dog, she lived for her master’s praise. Whatever else Raven experienced, her mistresses’ approval would always carry a note of joy all its own.