A perfect recreation of Katarina

Annie’s hands shook, just a little, as she reached out to touch her face. Smooth, flawless skin, pale and white, but with a different color base to her normal Asian skin. Katarina’s heritage was old money European as far back as her line could be tracked, her genetics originating from the other side of the Eurasian continent entirely.

How strange it was, thought Annie, that thousands of years of breeding a world a way could be co-opted by her in mere moments. And for a girl who’d always been obsessed with moving up and gaining power, taking such ancient privilege so effortlessly was actively arousing.

Her eyes roved over her body, to her perky breasts and well conditioned form. Katarina was a little different from Victoria in a way. Victoria was gorgeous in part due to decades of gold digger genetics being brought into her family, each generation becoming better looking as they selected the prettiest women (And sometimes men) to have children with.

Katarina on the other hand, was even more “old money” than that. Her family had exclusively had children with other old money families. Of course, that had lead to many over the generations not necessarily being the best looking, although Katarina certainly was. Rather, an element of her stunning looks came from the legacy of her historical wealth. Generation upon generation had had access to only the finest lifestyles, with so few opportunities for things to go wrong the way they would with ordinary people.

The end result, of course, was the body Annie now wore. She was taller, her proportions more flawless. Her hair was full, and dark, and glossy, her hips attractively wide, her tummy toned. Naturally she kept in shape. Only the best in food and training. And now all those physical benefits, hours in the gym, and beauty treatments over the years, now it all belonged to Annie.

Stealing everything that Katarina had ever been, taunting the girl as she wore her, and knowing conclusively that she had won was making the new Katarina practically feral. Annie was bi-sexual, though leant towards men, and a part of her idly wondered if that had been her inclinations leaning towards what had a greater chance at success in the world.

Seeing the body of her tormentor, now just a puppet she was fully inhabiting, it made her so wet. She couldn’t fully tell if she was attracted to Katarina for her own sake, because she was her now, because she was attracted to herself in a narcissistic way, or even if it was just this crazy situation, but Annie was feeling way too horny right now.

“So… how does it feel getting to be inside her?”

Mary-Ann’s voice was excitedly teasing, as she hugged Katarina from behind. Her fingertip traced along Katarina’s collarbone, while Louise sidled up and hugged her from the side, resting her head on the taller girl’s shoulder.

“I think she really suits you… you should just keep wearing her forever.”

The brunette said it with a certain wistful intonation, as she squeezed her curvy body into her mistress.

“Keep wearing her? Why, who am I wearing? Aren’t I the only Katarina? Aren’t I the original?”

Annie giggled maliciously, relishing saying it out loud, laying full claim to the skin she was wrapped up tight inside.

“Of course you are, Mistress!”

Mary-Ann kissed her shoulder blade, nuzzling into her back, before Louise chipped in:

“And we are your faithful servants.”

Katarina smirked, as Louise came around to her front, looking at her expectantly. The mood was heavy with a certain lewd tension, one the newly worn Katarina was keen to enjoy.

“You know Louise, I’m feeling a little wound up. Why don’t you relax me?”

Annie rested Katarina’s elegant hands on Louise, pressing her down. The girl obediently went to her knees, before Annie pulled Louise’s face into her crotch. She didn’t need to be told twice.

“Ahh, ugnfff.”

Katarina’s moans sounded so sweet, before she sucked air through her teeth at the sudden stimulation. Louise’s tongue lapped at the taller girl’s folds, enjoying exploring her mistress’s most **** place. Not to be outdone, Mary-Ann’s hands came from behind, gently cupping Katarina’s breasts, before they began masterfully teasing and playing with them, tweaking her nipples in just the right way.

Annie squeezed her eyes closed, wanting to feel everything more deeply. Her crotch tingled, lips being teased by Louise’s tongue, moaning louder as the girl’s tongue slipped inside her for a moment. It was slimy, and hot, and with how drenched she was down there she knew her minions lips were going to be absolutely coated in her juices within minutes.

She opened her eyes, taking in the scene below her. She was fully naked, being serviced by a Louise who was still very much in her school uniform. She reached out, Katarina’s hand stroking Louise’s brunette hair, enjoying playing with her like she was a toy. She looked up, meeting her mistress’s gaze with an innocent, adoring look, before licking upwards.

Annie shivered, feeling Louise’s tongue trace over Katarina’s tightly shaved pubic hair, before it found her clit and the taller girl couldn’t help but let out a little scream. The sensations were just too intense, an electric current of dopamine sparking up her spine all over her body, filling her head with sparks.

“Awww, mistress, I feel left out…”

Mary-Ann pouted pathetically, like a kicked puppy. Before the newly worn Katarina just rolled her eyes. Her heart felt warm even as she feigned tedium, finding her needy little minions cute now that she was in control of them, rather than being their targets as they sought to appease the original Katarina.

She roughly pulled Mary-Ann closer, before shoving her hand up the lanky girl’s skirt. She felt the resistance from the elastic in the girls panties, before her hand was inside them, fingers pressing into Mary-Ann’s slit. The girl gasped, even as Katarina began roughly thrusting into her. It felt so good to dominate these bitches, getting payback for the way they’d treated her.

Louise on her knees, tongue lapping at Annie’s new pussy like a dog before its water bowl. Mary-Ann, knees visibly shaking, while slender, elegant fingers made a hot, sopping mess of her slit. And the most dominated girl of all, Katarina, the queen bitch who’s skin, identity and every little shred of privilege had been taken by the poorer girl she’d looked down upon.

All those thoughts became too much, as it pushed Annie over into an orgasm. She squirted all over Louise’s face, falling back onto a desk for support even as she felt Mary-Ann’s pussy grip her fingertips, her minion falling into an orgasm too. It was a colossal rush, a heady explosion of pleasure, that seemed to make all the colors in the room become that much more vivid.

Time seemed to stretch, no need to keep track of specifics like that as pleasure was the only rule of the day. Katarina leaned back, basking in her enjoyment of the moment, adoring the sensation. Below her, Louise began to stand up. Her fingers were slick, clearly having pleasured herself even as she ate her mistress out. She looked in the mirror, her fingers and face a mess with the love juices of two different girls, clearly loving how slutty and defiled it made her appear.

Mary-Ann joined her, her panties on the floor, around one ankle, traces of clear liquid dribbling down her inner thighs from her own orgasm. Both girls were enamored with their reflections, before Annie joined them and instantly understood why. Katarina looked so sultry in the mirror, seeing the ice queen’s melted, sexy, ‘just fucked’ look being so intimate and exciting.

That’s a look I’m going to get very well acquainted with.

Annie giggled to herself as she thought it, for the first time in years her future seeming like it was truly bright.

I think I’m going to like life as the queen of this school~