Breaking the bitch queen pt 1, Pov: Amber

-Quick warning, this gets more aggressive than my usual stuff

I'd always kind of known that Jasmine wasn't really one of my friends. Well, I say "friends" lightly… that was partially why I'd kept on with the whole thing, being that I seemed to have a hard time holding onto "friends".

See, most people don't give a shit that my mom was the principal. Like, people generally respected me but the combination of my social-ineptitudes and the fact that my mom was kind of known as a stuck up prick made it less of a benefit with social groups. For some reason that was a thing that only Jasmine seemed to have cared about. No idea why, but when I'd discovered that one of the most popular and beautiful girls in class was "willing" to be my buddy, it had been super easy to just pretend.

Not that it mattered anymore…

"Thorry jazthy…" I chuckled giddily, watching my blonde friend stare up at me and my huge horsecock with something close to pleading on her cum-stained face.

My cock, the huge equine mast in between my thickkkk thighs hardened at the sight. This feeling of power over this girl… to see her so helpless, completely at the mercy of my whims…

My dear old mommy moaned inside my head again, her meandering, almost manic groaning, told me how hard she was, how much she needed to be inside something hot, wet and tight. Not that I could actually hear any words, she was far too far gone now for that.

It had been like that at first of course. When she’d been brought before me and master, when I had declared what I wanted to be done. Oh, how she begged then! It was amazing! That kind of power over someone who thought themselves so special, so above reproach! She’d begged for forgiveness even as I’d fucked her, as she’d become my bigger, more equine dick. I’d heard her inside my head then, pleading, telling me that she’d be a better mother and then slowly giving in to it. Those pleas eventually turned into the moanings and ramblings I had grown more familiar with as I used her to fuck every wet hole that master would give me.

I grasped my “mom”, a smirk gliding across my lips as that light touch not only sparked along my spine but also caused a rush of euphoric noise to come from the old hag.

"Mom'th getting thuper horny again sso show me your puthy!" I said, doing my best to play into the bimbo persona once again.

Can’t have anyone growing any the wiser that master hadn’t actually dropped my intelligence, for now at least…

Besides, it’s kinda fun.

"N-no-I… I mean… I need to…" the poor girl gasped, her expressions shifting as if a mood ring. Her eyes danced all over me, growing wide as she looked at all my huge parts, both the hard one and the many soft.

She was sitting back on her knees and ass now. Since Master had given me so much strength I wouldn't need to worry about her out-maneuvering me and even in the case she did, her latex shackled wrists would make things tough enough for me to get her back.

I dropped to her level, finding it easy to push her down on her back, my massive dick placed against her wet and blushing mound, her face a mirror to that same invigorating shade as I moved my eyes near to hers, hands placed to either side of her head.

I wouldn't call it exactly pleasing to see the girl struggling to maintain eye contact with me, but I'd be lying if I didn't mention that some part of me was excited to see a new side to this woman who'd been my "friend" for so long.

I don’t know exactly where master had sent her, but wherever it was, it had done a number on the bitch queen. He’d said that when she came back I’d need to fill her head with her old memories, that she’d be basically useless if she didn’t remember who she was before being sent into that worm-hole looking thing. The thing fucking worked. All of her bravado, that crazy self-confidence she’d always used to **** herself into situations and to make people below her in the standing order back down was basically gone now. She was still stubborn of course, I could see it any time I mentioned the one thing she’d need to do to actually experience climax. Instead of a loud and confident stubbornness, however, now she’d just bite her lip, look around and quietly say “fuck off.”

Not that me or my delirious mommy-cock care since we get to rail her through it all.

"We can do all the thlutty changeth later. Right now I need to fuck!" I giggled madly, placing tension on where my two-liter of a cock head was once again pushing into her volcanic cave. I pretended to go slow, enjoying the look of heated awe on her face as I pushed deeper.

That wasn't how I wanted this to go however.

"Enjoy thith, bitchth"

I placed my hands against her throat, tightened just slightly and felt as she lightly hacked under my strong grip.Then holding it there, on the precipice of completely closing down her airways, I thrust to the balls.

The loud and wet clap of my cantaloupe sized balls colliding with her ass and then the sound of her lightly **** as I held her slim neck, my grip remaining in that same place. Tight enough that I could hear her gasping, trying to pull in more, but not tight enough to completely stop the passage. She was struggling, swaying as much as my firm grip would allow her. But with her arms held together behind her on the ground by the leather shackles, and the “shackles” of my cock ramming with a rapid “thud thud thud” she could barely move. Her legs kicked of course, tried to get in between her and my ramming thighs, anything, but that hurt her more than it did me. This bimbo-ed up form that master had gifted to me has strength enough to pick up a couple tons if I ever need to, so Jasmine’s idiotic attempts to push me off are kinda cute more than anything.

“Fuuuck, Jathhy? Why didn’t you tell me you’re puthy wath sso fuckning goOOOOd!?” I said as I suddenly poured another several liters into her. Cum drooled around my girl-dick despite how crammed her lips looked, mashed to my pulsing flesh.

“Gaaahhh…” I shook my head, refocusing on the girl after the amazing climax. My hands were of course still gripping her throat, cutting off her air enough that I could hear the whistling. The expression on her face had turned into something of a comical thing. A deep red covered her skin, her eyes bugging out slightly as her lips moved as if trying to speak.

Occasionally, as a rush of cum squeezed out around my dick I could see a shudder pass through her as her eyes would… twitch.

“Whatth that?” I said with a fun grin, beginning a slow and squelching return to fucking my “friend’s” slutty hole.

“You wanna know why you can’t breathe and why you’re not pathing out? Well thatth actually thuper-dee-duper eathy! I have total control of everything in thith placcce! Yeah… like, usually your thuper good at breathing while you got a big dick in your throat but that wouldn’t be assss much fun ath thith!”

To emphasize my point, I squeezed harder than I had so far before while I bottomed out inside of her, sending a wave of my own sludge to splash out against my fat thighs. One of her eyes bounced wide open, a rumble passing through her throat that could no longer escape under my tight grip. Her other eye however was doing the whole twitching thing and I could see by the way she was jerking about… her body wanted to orgasm… It was as if the pre-shocks to a mind-melting climax.

Too bad she would only be getting the mind melting for now.

I resumed my peltering of her womb, looseninig my grip enough so the slightest trail of air could filter in. She took it like it was water and she’d just been hiking through the desert. After several breaths some lucidity returned to her reddened features, her long blonde hair now a mess about her after all the struggling.

“You’re not pathing out cuth I don’t want you too thilly!”

My mother’s voice had continued unabated, seemingly uncaring of what I was doing to this girl, only focused on the bliss of cumming liters at a time… which it seemed by the way her moans were increasing that we’d be quickly “cumming” to that again soon!

“Oh, and don’t worry, I’m not gonna damage you with thisss… we’re like literally indeth-t-... indetth… whatever, we cant die n’ thtuff.” I said, happily pounding away at her amazingly tight hole.

She stopped struggling at some point, clearly realizing that she had none of the control in this situation and just had to weather through it. Her mouth continued to move from time to time, but whether in some effort to speak or just as a reaction to being unable to breath for… hours? Yeah, I couldn't tell. Watching her eyes as I fucked her through a dozen or so orgasm’s was always a delight. They’d flicker, staring in horor at nothing for a moment, before twitching in almost-climax, each almost seeming like an entity all as they independently cycled through so many comical expressions.

I switched between complete asphyxiation and just mostly blocking her ability to breath. Each time I ended the total blockage she seemed just a little less coherent, a little less sane than the last time as her expressions became all the more chaotic and lurid.

Ok, so maybe I did make a bunch of her pain receptors start to feel a sort of twisted pleasure instead…

When I finally filled up her warm pussy with my final load the space inside was almost spacious, the bulge of her belly a clear identifier of as much.

My hands came away and I stood, stretching, enjoying how quiet and sated my mother was acting. She’d howled of course on each and ever climax, but the between-climax hunger had clearly dampened as I’d soaked both Jasmine’s womb and the floor around us in my spunk.

I sighed with the stretch, glancing to the side where the cum-soaked, exhausted and delirious girl was currently humping the air, still riding high on the perverse treatment I’d given her but with no more release than when we’d started.

“Tho… you wanna thay the magic wordth?” I asked, more curious than anything.

If she wanted out then that would just mean I’d get to fuck other girls. Master would probably be too busy with her once she gave in but its not like the whole school isn’t available to fuck in the meantime.

Jasmine’s slime-marred face seemed almost confused by the statement. Her lips moved in a pantomime of what I’d said, her eyes shifting into an expression like I’d spoken another language.

Eventually her voice came, hoarse and quiet.

“Nn-...”

My brow rose as she struggled to say the word that she’d clearly been about to say.

With another shudder, and a visible gulp (which seemed to color her cheeks just slightly), she quickly spouted the one word.

“No.”

“Great!” I clapped my hands together.

“I really wanted to give thith one a try!” I said, my fingers now a few inches apart began to sprout lightning, shooting bolts that moved between like two metal rods meant for the purpose.

She gulped again, eyes reflecting the “lightshow”.

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