Unhinged Lust of the War Princess

[An hour before Trevor claimed Juniper]

"Gods, fuck..."

Annabeth cursed under her breath as she hauled the **** body of Clarisse La Rue into the Big House.

As soon as her ankles passed the threshold of the front door, Annabeth dropped the daughter of Ares on the floor.

Finally able to rest her aching arms, Annabeth took the chance to take a look at her archrival before she get to work.

'She does have a rocking physique...'

Annabeth instinctively licked her lips as her eyes probed all over the exposed body of her specimen.

Her heart pounded as she carefully reached out her hands, unsure where to touch first when there were so many options.

After a brief pause, her fingers gathered on Clarisse's abs.

Annabeth slowly traced each pack of muscles, rubbing her fingerprint in an almost loving manner.

When Clarisse didn’t react, the horny demigod took a step further.

Annabeth crawled onto Clarisse and brought her face close enough to rub their nose.

Then, Annabeth gently pressed her lips over Clarisse's, ravaging the inside of her mouth with her tongue.

"Mmm..."

Clarisse let out a small moan into Annabeth's mouth and frowned a little.

However, Annabeth had already crossed the stopping point by now.

She squeezed the ample tits with one hand while her other hand slid down the rocky abs and nested between the thighs.

"Ah!"

Clarisse jerked her hips into the air with a cute moan.

Annabeth pulled back from the kiss in alarm, but by some miracle, Clarisse's eyes were kept shut.

"...fucking bitch," Annabeth muttered with a sigh of relief.

Still, the daughter of Athena decided it would be better to install some safety measures before quenching her lust.

Annabeth dragged Clarisse all the way to her master's bedroom, carefully seated her on a chair, and hurried back to Chiron's office.

She rummaged around the box where the old centaur kept the apprehended objects until she found what she was looking for.

Annabeth gathered the bondage gears with a wide smile. She couldn't wait to try each and every one of these toys on her former enemy.

But what the daughter of Athena missed in midst of her lust was that, Clarisse was most certainly not **** after the mini climax.

When Annabeth opened the bedroom door again, she found the room to be completely empty.

Before she could even realize what that meant, a pair of thick arms wrapped around her neck into a rear neck ****.

"Hcck!"

Annabeth gasped for air.

Her hands tried to yank at the arm squeezing her breath, but Clarisse's strength wasn't something she could easily get rid off.

"Go to sleep, Owl bitch," Clarisse cooed into Annabeth's ear, barely containing her cackles of excitment.

Despite her best resistance, Annabeth felt her consciousness slipping away...and soon enough, her body became limp.

With a satisfied huff, Clarisse dropped the **** body on the floor.

She couldn't yet hear anyone coming from below, which meant she had Annabeth alone without any help.

"Time for some fun..."

With a malicious grin on her face, Clarisse dragged Annabeth into Room 201 with the assessment of sex toys.

The first thing she did was to tie her prisoner into a chair.

Clarisse shamelessly groped Annabeth's breasts as she hauled the blonde onto a random chair, earning small moans from the captor.

She grabbed two sets of cuffs to lock Annabeth's ankles and wrists together, preventing any hopes of escape.

Then, she picked out the largest gag and forcefully shoved it into Annabeth's petite mouth.

The gag **** her jaw opened at all times, making drool trickle down the corner of her stretched lips immediately as the gag was clamped around her head.

What's most humiliating was, however, the shape of the gag itself; instead of ball or ring, this gag was shaped like a double-cock—one side buried deep in Annabeth's mouth, while the other side was protruding out of her mouth.

Finally, Clarisse selected a dildo vibrator complete with a remote.

She had hoped to find something that'll match the size and girth of Trevor's, but his cock was surprisingly bigger than she had assumed.

"...Mmm..."

Clarisse shivered on the spot as she recalled Trevor shoving his cock down her throat.

She hated admitting it, but that bastard had an impressive cock. So much so that Clarisse was fustrated that he didn’t go all the way with her when he had a chance.

"That's a mistake," Clarisse muttered to herself as she shoved the dildo into Annabeth's pussy, not caring if the receiver winced even in her fainted state.

"I'll show you what happens when you let Clarisse La Rue off the hook."

After making sure the restraints were tight so that Annabeth couldn't escape no matter what, Clarisse activated the vibrator.

ZZZZZZ!

The vibrator hummed loudly in its highest setting, almost shaking the chair it was pressed against.

Annabeth jerked her head up, awoken by the sudden drastic stimulation.

However, before she could even register her surroundings, the overwhelming pleasure from the toy made her scream into the dildo gag.

Clarisse cackled with glee.

"How does it feel, cunt?" She jeered, slapping the other cheek as well.

To prove her point, she shoved her had between Annabeth's trembling thighs and rubbed over her dripping wet cunt.

"Look at how wet you are!" Clarisse smeared her wet fingers over Annabeth's face.

The proud daughter of Athena moaned into her penis gag. Tears of shame welled underneath her eyes.

Yet, Annabeth also found herself getting rapidly aroused by her current position.

Her excitement wasn't unnoticed by Clarisse.

The war goddess laughed out loud in delight.

If she had known her mortal rival had been such a corrupted masochist, she could have had this fun far earlier than today.

"Well, it's better late than never."

Clarisse grabbed Annabeth's reddened cheeks and roughly pulled her forward.

She let the other side of the dildo gag enter her mouth until their lips touched together.

Annabeth widened her grey eyes in surprise.

It wasn't long before the two horny girls started to sloppily make out, **** on the plastic cock deep in their throats.

They weren't as uncomfortable as they both had something much bigger shoved down their gullet.

Suddenly, Clarisse shoved Annabeth to the ground, releasing her side of the dildo with an audible pop.

Annabeth shrieked, then grunted with pain when the chair toppled over, and she landed on the back of her head.

Clarisse poised her pussy over Annabeth's face—specifically, the dildo covered with her own saliva.

"You had fun watching me getting throatfucked, didn't you?" Clarisse sneered, waggling her ass for a small show, "I'll show you what it looks like to get fucked by your queen!"

She slammed her ass down.

Annabeth's squeal was muffled under the heavy mass of muscular flesh as Clarisse sat on her face.

Clarisse repeatedly thrust her hips up and down, making sure to press on Annabeth's face each time.

Annabeth screamed into her gag, although it was mostly because of the ungodly amount of arousal rather than fear, pain, or humiliation.

The blonde slut let out a particularly loud howl when Clarisse pressed her ass down as hard as possible with an elephantine howl.

"OOOOHHH FUUUCCCKKKK!!!"

Clarisse convulsed violently, looking up into the ceiling as she came on her nemesis's face.

Even after her pussy stopped squirting, Clarisse basked in the aftermath of her best climax ever.

She slowly ground her moist pussy as Annabeth tried her best to wipe the juice on Clarisse's asscheeks.

However, all she managed to do was burry her face even deeper into Clarisse's asscrack, which the brunette was totally on board with.

"Yeah, grind your face on my ass," Clarisse murmured, "I know you're yearning to get a piece of it, aren't you?"

The daughter of Ares lowered her upper body and grabbed the dildo vibrator from Annabeth's pussy.

It came close to falling out during her brutal face-pounding session, but now she had had her share of fun, Clarisse was eager to "help" Annabeth enjoy herself as well.

"Mmphfg!"

Annabeth arched her back with a yelp when the vibrating dildo suddenly rammed into her pussy.

It was far from reaching the depth her master's cock would, but the added stimuli was enough spice for the aroused Wise Girl.

"Keep still, you cunt!" Clarisse spat as she wrestled with a pair of twitching legs.

With one hand pressing on the vibrator, Clarisse fumbled on the floor until she grabbed a BDSM Crop.

Whack!

"Mmmmghp!!!"

Annabeth's entire body jerked as the flat side of the whip slapped her clit.

White dots sparked into her vision as Annabeth came on the spot, spraying her feminine fluid across her master's bedroom floor.

"You fucking like this!" Clarisse cackled in mocking glee, "You! Love! Getting! Beaten!"

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

Clarisse landed blow after blow with the crop, leaving red squares over the most sensitive areas over Annabeth's naked body.

Annabeth squeaked and howled with each hit, rocking her hips and spraying her juices until the room was saturated with her musky smell.

"Admit you love it, you bimbo slut!"

Clarisse raised Annabeth's chin with the crop, now soaked with her cum.

With her grey eyes crossed in ecstasy, Annabeth growned between her gag.

"Yeesssshh..."

Clarisse grinned.

She certainly hadn't expected to claim victory over their years worth of rivalry in such fashion, but she was sure as Hades not complaining.

However, just when the daughter of Ares was about to think up of new ways to ****/pleasure her newest toy, an anonymous voice came from the hallway.

"Annabeth? Are you there?"

Annabeth flinched.

She recognized the voice—Ariadne; but if she was here, that meant Trevor was in the Big House as well.

Her lust-riddled mind snapped back into reality in a second.

What would her master think if he ever found out what happened?

Not only would've she failed his orders, it would be the utmost disgrace as his **** to have been dominated by someone else than him.

Clarisse, on the otherhand, only recalled the voice as Trevor's other girl toy.

Eager to spring vengeance on a new target, she got up and crept to the backside of the doorway—a perfect blindspot.

"Are you in here? I'm comming in."

Ariadne slowly opened the door and stepped inside.

She was immediately greated by a bound and gagged Annabeth lying on the floor, followed by a strong scent of sex that filled the room.

However, even before her brain could connect the dots, a pair of rough arms wrapped around her neck.

"What the—!?"

Clarisse clamped her hand over Ariadne's mouth before she could scream for help, then put all of hee strength on her arms wrapped around her neck.

Ariadne struggled the best she could, but she was nowhere near of a match for the female warrior.

In less than a minute, the semi-goddess rolled her eyes upwards and went limp.

Clarisse let the motionless body slide to the ground and rubbed her sole on Ariadne's cheek, just like how Trevor did to her face.

Gods, just thinking about that bastard made her wet.

"Mmmph!" Annabeth called at Ariadne, but it was no use.

Clarisse hefted her two trophies on each of her shoulders with a wicked grin.

"Don't worry, Wise Girl. I know just what to do with both of you until your Master returns..."

Now that she wasn't indulged in torturing Annabeth, Clarisse could hear faint cries and howls coming from the first floor.

No doubt, Trevor was having fun with some other idiot girls.

'When he is done playing with them, he'll surely come up here.

In that case, I'll make sure to welcome him the worst way possible—by showing him the result of underestimating me!'

With a low chuckle, Clarisse got to work...