You had been a feral little thing when she found you on the street. Desperate and pathetic - lashing out at everyone and everything. A bit of discipline and attention and you were putty in her hands; hers to mold and change, to break down and rip apart and force you into the shape she wanted.

You shot at anyone when asked to, stabbed when she waved at you - desperate for praise and attention afterwards, melting at her words when she scratched you beneath your chin.

Your legs were over his shoulders, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs, keeping you from escaping, as his mouth attacked your hole and clit, his beard tickling and scratching you. It was only Valeria’s grip on you that kept you from grabbing his hair and ripping him away, in a desperate attempt to stop the overstimulation.

Valeria liked when you cried - you knew that after all the times you had been with her. She liked you desperate and whiny, overwhelmed and frustrated, just on the edge of insanity. Letting pain melt with pleasure, mixing it so violently that you couldn’t tell them apart.

Price wasn’t quiet. No he was slurping obscenely between your legs, which only embarrassed you even more, acting like your pussy was the best thing he had ever tasted.

“Please - ah - Val - Pr-price ah, no more - stop, please -“ you were babbling, barely able to construct a proper sentence, “no - mami- Por favor - ah—“

“Not me you should be begging, cariño,” Valeria crooned darkly but she would always be the one you would go to first; the one you would be most loyal to despite everything she had done to you.

“Plea-please mister price -“ you wailed, twisting your hips in an attempt to get away from him, looking down and whimpering as you met his dark eyes as he sucked hard on your clit, “no more - no more, please - “

One second later one of Valeria’s hands was gone from your wrist and it hit your tit in a quick, sharp slap, making you cry out.

“Not his name, cariño,” she reminded you with a cruel voice, while Price began to suck on your poor clit again, sparks of pain and pleasure hitting you.

“Papi!” You finally cried out, tears streaming down into your hair and the bed, your voice bordering on a scream, “papi please!”

Finally Price’s mouth disappear, making you take a few shaky breaths as your poor pussy finally get a break, the sound of the man’s dark chuckling making you close your eyes.

When he slid his cock into your pussy, one of his hands had a hold of your wrists, the other digging into your hip.

Valeria was sitting on a chair in the hotel room, only a couple of steps away, her eyes on you and Price, taking slow drags of her cigarette, commenting on the two of you now and again, her free hand between her legs under her pants.

“Fuck -“ the older man pulled out slowly, his cock stretching your poor pussy and you appreciated the time he had taken to eat you out, the slide easy from slick and spit, “I could fuck this pussy all bloody day.”

Valeria chuckled darkly, “wait until you try her mouth, compa.”

Her voice sounded like it was underwater to you, especially as he forced his cock into your again, muttering about how tight you were. Your almost instinctly tried to get away from the cock, your mind telling you it was too much, but Price simply pressed you harder into the mattress, pulling his hips out again, cooing at you. His words were somewhere between sweet and mocking - perhaps both. You weren’t sure. Especially not as he tilted his hips and suddenly hit the right spot, a loud whine leaving you. A soft laughter left him and you found yourself begging.

“Papi - more - please - ah -“ your eyes rolled back as he thrusted into you again and again, “papi - fuck - papi—“

“Does it feel good, princesa?” You tightened around him as you were reminded of Valeria still being there, a groan leaving him.

“Sí - sí sí, gracias, mami—“ when she had told you that he would join the two of you tonight to fuck you, you hadn’t exactly been thrilled at first. Afraid it was a trick, that she was testing your loyalty to her, but right now you were so thankful that she had pushed through with the demand.

“You can fuck her harder, Price,” she offered while you whined, “she can take it.”

“Mami please -“ you began to babble again, words constantly switching between Spanish and English, as if choosing one language was too much for you right now.

He slammed into you, making you scream. You didn’t care about the other guests in the hotel anymore, didn’t even try to keep your voice down. You were fucked like he owned you - when he spit on your face you tried licking it up without hesitation, nodding and whining as he called you a slut. Slapping your clit, tightening his hand so tightly around your wrists when you struggled that it hurt.

Such sweet torture. And it was nothing compared to the ache between the knight’s legs, or the mirroring ache in his knees that throbs along with his heartbeat. Like a drum that soothes as much as rallies.

“Did I tell you to stop, darling?” Fingers that had previously been gentle now snatch firmly at his hair and pull. His ears turn pink at the tip as he burns in shame. She hadn’t given him permission to stop.

His Princess watches through narrowed eyes as he shakes his head and offers an apology.

Ever eager to please, the knight bows his head in a wordless apology and braces himself on hands and knees. Lips and tongue offer the fealty of a starving man treated to a feast. And he only pulls away when the hands that keep him anchored against sensitive skin push him away.

He does whine this time. As soon as his mouth is no longer full of royalty. As if reading her knight’s mind, the princess slips two fingers into his mouth and the complaining ceases.

traffic appears ahead. you grumble to yourself, pressing on the brake. the last thing you want is any delays.

as you stop and go amongst all many cars on the road, you find your mind wandering. this time to life’s stresses and responsibilities.

you had homework to do still. shit, wasn’t one assignment due tonight? you also meant to clean your bathroom today. oh - and the laundry.

fuck.

your car registration was expiring soon too. that needs to get renewed asap. that also means that there’s the car emissions test you needed to pass. you’ll have to make an appointment.

the rest of the drive home was a blur as you find yourself lost in thought. by the time you make your way into the house, you feel sufficiently wound up at all the responsibilities you needed to take care of.

“hi, baby.” wanda greets you warmly as she meets you in the kitchen.

“hi.” you murmur back with a gentle smile. she folds you into her loving embrace and kisses the top of your head. when she pulls back, her eyes are dancing with knowing mischief.

she stares for several seconds longer—assessing you no doubt when you don’t appear to be matching her energy.

“something the matter?” she presses gently. she holds your body close to hers still, unwilling to let go.

of course she can sense something was wrong. she can read you better than anybody else can.

you exhale, shaking your head as you scrub one hand over your face.

“no, ‘mm fine. just stressing a little bit.” you respond honestly. you knew there was no point in trying to hide your feelings.

“about?” she presses again, her hands sliding tenderly up your sides and then back down your hips.

“just.. stuff. i dunno, there’s a lot going on in my head.” your reply is vague. you didn’t want to risk hashing out everything and pivoting the direction of how this evening was supposed to go.

she hums in acknowledgment. her eyes are still holding yours with warm understanding. you almost melt on the spot as you stare into her green eyes.

wordlessly, she steps around you, taking your hand and guiding you to your shared bedroom. you follow behind silently, trying your hardest to push all the stressful thoughts away.

it doesn’t work too well.

you need to do your homework. if you put it off any longer, it may never get done. also the laundry simply cannot wait. your basket has been overflowing since sunday. did wanda buy more scent beads? you didn’t like doing laundry without them, and—

“hey, are you still with me?” wanda’s fingers lift your chin to look at her. you’re now standing at the end of your bed.

you nod your head, your eyes a bit wide with everything on your mind. “yes, sorry.”

she takes you in, eyes traveling over your face, down your body and then back up again.

“lay down for me.” she instructs gently, turning to head into the walk-in closet. there was a chest in there that had an impressive growing collection of toys.

you obey her almost immediately as if on auto pilot. you lay back half propped against the stacked decorative pillows.

when wanda returns, she holds your favorite pink dildo in one hand and a vibrator in the other.

she crawls up the bed, her body covering yours. she descends slowly, and when her lips press against yours, it’s gentle and sweet. you kiss her back, wanting to be in this moment with her but finding yourself unable to completely focus.

it’s almost as if she can feel your energy.

“tell me what’s on your mind.” she pulls away. it’s not a question. her hands run along your torso again, this time more firmly. you know she’s trying to ground you in this moment. she’s completely undeterred by your apparent distractedness.

you exhale slowly, and then open your mouth.

“i’m just really stressed. i can’t stop thinking about what all i have to do. i’ve been putting things off thinking i’ll remember the next day but then i never do and now i feel like i need to do everything right now. there’s so much laundry in my basket, at least two loads, and i can’t remember if we bought new scent beads. i also need to clean the bathroom. it’s been too long since i’ve cleaned my sink—like two weeks. i know there’s dust build up. and i have this homework assignment i’ve been dreading and now it’s due tonight and…”

wanda lets you get through your whole list. she doesn’t interrupt or rush you. by the end of your explanation, you’re slightly winded and sufficiently wound up again just like you were in the car.

she doesn’t say anything, her expression smooth and unbothered. in this moment, she’s your polar opposite. calm, collected, unhurried and present.

her left thumb strokes the sliver of exposed skin along your stomach.

“my, that’s a lot of things going through your head, hmm?” her tone was smooth—empathetic. her caress travels higher, her hand dipping under your shirt to explore more bare skin.

you nod, a small pout forming on your lips. you can feel yourself slowly melting into this moment.

everything about her was captivating. her calm presence almost demanded your attention—in a quiet way of course. it was like your body had no choice but to mimic her energy as she held you so intently.

she kisses your pout, then sits back on her calves. her gaze is intent on yours as she hooks her fingers into your pants. she’s slow, almost painfully so as she pulls them down your legs along with your panties. she discards them to the side.

all of her movements are slow and steady as she parts your legs, her palms pressed firmly against your thighs.

“stay here with me, baby.” her fingers tease along your inner thighs.

“mommy’s going to tell you what we’re gonna do, hmm?” one hand continues to stroke the soft skin of your thigh as the other pushes your shirt further up your stomach, exposing you to the cool air.

her palm lays flat against your sternum as she glides it down to your pubic bone.

it was becoming more difficult to remember what you were stressing about.

“now—“ she reaches somewhere to the side of you, but you’re too busy getting lost in her eyes to follow what she was doing.

you hear the low buzz of the vibrator.

your body shifts in anticipation.

she moves carefully as she places it so gently against your slit, running it up and down the sensitive folds there.

“here’s what’s going to happen.” she presses the vibrating head firmly against your clit. you gasp, your hips bucking into her hand. she slides it back down your slit.

“first, i’m going to fuck you.” your breath hitches. hearing her say it so nonchalantly makes your tummy curl.

“then we’ll clean up.” she slides the head back up to your clit, lingering there for a couple seconds before sliding back down.

“then we’re going to do your homework—together. you know mommy always wants to help her little girl.” she coos, the vibrator now building a soft rhythm as she glides it up and down your slit. her eyes are still intent on yours.

“after your homework, you can start the laundry and i’ll help you clean the bathroom. it is half mine anyways.” her gaze flicks down to your exposed pussy. she presses the head against your clit again. this time when your hips buck into her, she lets you grind yourself against it.

she pulls it away right when you start to sink into the sensation. you whine softly in protest. your hand slides along your thigh to reach for her free hand.

she grabs it, interlacing your fingers together.

the vibe finds your slit again, resuming its previous pattern.

“when we’re done with that, we can go online and make that appointment for the emissions test…”

she glides the head of the vibrator over your clit again, this time swirling it in small circles.

you moan, feeling yourself become lost in sensation versus coherent thought.

“and once all of that is taken care of, we’ll make a nice, yummy dinner. how’s that sound?” she presses the vibe firmly against your clit again. your hand squeezes hers, your brows knitting together in pleasure. you were surprised at how close you already were.

“um—“ you try to respond—try to think clearly.

fuck, it feels so good.

what did she ask you again?

“…yeah. okay.” you manage to breath out, your hips grinding against the toy.

“okay…what? what’s the plan, baby? i want to hear you say it.” she encourages. it wasn’t to be cruel as much as she wants you to repeat it to yourself so the plan feels more solidified in your mind.

“um… doing h-homework. starting laundry…mm..” she lets go of your hand, her fingers finding your now wet hole. she teases your opening with gentle pressure.

“fuck—um. cleaning the bathroom… booking the appointment.” you gasp as she slides two fingers inside you. paired with the vibrator you could feel you were getting so close.

“making dinner!” you manage to get out, your hands fisting the comforter beneath you.

her fingers are barely moving, just slowly sliding in and out. you can hear how wet you’ve become.

“did you purposely leave out the first part when i said i would fuck you?” she sounds more teasing this time, her fingers curling against your g spot.

“no!” you gasp, your hips rolling into her hand.

“say it.” she commands, her fingers pulling out and then sliding back into your warmth.

“fuck—mmf. fuck me—please, mommy, fuck me!” you beg, now feeling desperate for more.

“good girl.” she purrs.

you didn’t see her grab it, but suddenly when she enters you again, it’s the dildo instead of her fingers. you whine at the stretch.

it feels so good—

she’s not slow or gentle now as she fucks the dildo in and out of your wet cunt.

you squirm on her cock, your eyes watering at the overwhelming pleasure blooming in your body.

all your worries were long forgotten by now. they would be taken care of later. wanda would always take care of you.

“still worried about getting everything done?” she asks, already knowing the answer.

“no mommy!” tears rolls down your cheeks now, your head thrown against the pillows in ecstasy.

“no. that’s right. mommy’s got you, baby. mommy will always take care of her little girl.” she praises you, the brutal pace and rhythm of the faux cock moving in and out of you along with the vibrator on your clit was almost too much.

you sob for her, fucked out in utter bliss.

she encourages you to cum for her, maintaining the perfect pace through your orgasm. she doesn’t stop until you’re whining and pawing at her to stop.

only then does she give you a little break. she turns off the vibe and sets it aside, but she doesn’t take the dildo out of you. she continues pushing it in and out of your pussy—so slowly and so gently now.

she fucks you until she can tell there are no more coherent thoughts running through your mind.