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Heather Chandler was not pleased. It wasn’t an especially foreign feeling, she’d been disappointed before — by her ex-hairdresser, the nerds she allowed to do her homework, and most of the men she’d slept with — but this was different. It wasn’t often she was dissatisfied with her girls.
With Kurt’s Halloween party only a week away, she wanted to sort out their group costume ahead of time. It was imperative that they present a united front, the Heathers were one unstoppable force and even their costumes would show it. She’d decided they’d attend as villainesses and had instructed Duke to inform the others. But unfortunately, that had clearly been a mistake.
Placing a leg over the other, Chandler leaned back in her chair. She was dressed as Poison Ivy, her hair done up with flowers intermediately woven into her golden curls, and a leotard composed of leaves and spandex hugging her body. Her eyes roamed over each of her disparately dressed girlfriends. Duke was dressed as Catwoman, a skintight leather jumpsuit which highlighted the generous swell of her hips and a pair of cat ears atop her head. That, at least, was accurate and exactly what Chandler had wanted of her. On the other hand, McNamara was, for lack of a better word, a slutty dog; her costume consisted of a white spandex leotard with a plunging neckline, fishnet leggings, and her personal doggy ears. But somehow, even worse than the borderline kink outfit McNamara had worn, was Veronica’s complete lack of a costume.
“I thought I’d made my instructions clear.” Chandler spoke neutrally, not yet letting her annoyance show on her face, but it didn’t stop Duke from looking absolutely miserable. She seemed on the verge of dropping to her knees and begging for forgiveness. Appropriate, even if unnecessary. But her guilt wasn’t shared with the rest of them, McNamara looked upset that she’d failed but not worried, while Veronica seemed completely aloof to the situation.
“Heather told me she was going as a cat girl, I thought that meant we were all going to be your pets.” McNamara was the first to answer her unspoken question and it brought an indignant squeak from Duke’s lips.
“I told you I was going as Cat woman !” Duke growled as she glared at McNamara, crossing her arms over her chest.
“But you didn’t mention we were all going as villainesses.” McNamara added. “How was I supposed to know?”
“I thought it was obvious, everyone knows Catwoman is a Batman villain!” Duke stomped her foot as she shouted, pulling even Veronica’s attention. Chandler raised a brow, surprised that Duke knew anything about comics.
She seemed to realize what she had said from how all of them were watching her, a light flush coming to her cheeks. “Er — at least that’s what the nerd who does my homework says…”
“That aside, you should have told them explicitly what our costumes were meant to be.” Chandler pushed out of her chair and stood, taking careful strides toward Duke. Her Beta shrunk under her words, glancing down to her boots, but she reached out to cup her face, pulling her gaze back up. Chandler stared into her eyes, holding for several moments as she crumbled before her. Feeling merciful, she leaned down to kiss chastely at Duke’s lips, assuring her she wasn’t that upset.
Chandler pulled back slowly, leaving Duke longing as she turned on Veronica. “But what I’m really wondering about, is why our little recruit has decided to ignore my orders all together? Have something to say, Ronnie?”
Veronica bristled under her gaze but she hid it well, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Just seems really stupid to me… I mean, I haven't dressed up for Halloween since I was eleven.” She maintained eye contact and her face gave nothing away, if it weren’t for the shuffling of her feet, Chandler may have actually believed she wasn’t nervous. “Especially if we’re dressing up as comic book characters , I thought being a Heather meant sticking to the status quo?”
“Wrong.” Chandler stepped past McNamara to loom over Veronica; from up close she only looked more nervous. “Being a Heather isn’t about sticking to the status quo, it’s about creating it.”
“When people see Heathers dressed like this,” Chandler gestured to herself. “They don’t wonder why we’re wearing it, they wonder why they didn’t think of it first. We design what’s new and hot, then drop it before anyone can replicate.”
She moved into Veronica’s space, bringing a hand up to her face. Fingers traced along her cheek, slipping down the length of her neck. “That’s what it means to be a Heather.”
Her Beta’s breathing had picked up, a flush finding its way onto her cheeks. It filled Chandler with a sort of satisfaction to see Veronica like this, but it didn’t change the fact that she’d disobeyed her orders.
“Now then, seeing as all of you have disappointed your Alpha, what do we think I should do about this?” The question was rhetorical, Chandler knew exactly what she wanted to do with her girls. And from the eager expression on McNamara’s face, she’d figured it out as well.
“H-Heather — fuck !” Veronica's voice only barely overpowered Duke and McNamara’s, who each let out deprived little moans of their own. The sounds of Chandler’s pounding hips and squelching fingers, mixed with her girls’ pleased responses in a debauched orchestra of pleasure.
Veronica was reclining on the bed, stripped completely of her clothing, and wrapping her legs firmly around Chandler's waist as she thrust her strap-on bearing hips into her. To her left lay Duke, face deep in bedsheets and ass up high, with a tear in her costume to allow her Alpha to finger her greedy cunt. And finally, to Veronica’s right, was McNamara, sprawled on her side and lifting her leg at a perfect ninety degree angle for Chandler to finger her as well. It seemed her little doggy costume wasn’t just for parties, given the slit which had been precariously placed between her legs.
Chandler could feel the exertion of her ministrations building, her breathing picking up as sweat formed on her brow, but she didn’t let it slow her. She adored the sound of her girls mewling and moaning for her and it drove her to thrust harder, caressing sensitive walls with firm, brisk flicks.
Each of them reacted differently to her, Veronica gripped at the sheets above her head, pulling hard and arching her back off the bed with every resounding clap of Chandler’s hips. Duke simply trembled, her ass bouncing as she began thrusting back into the Alpha’s hand. While McNamara groped at her tits, pinching and tweaking clothed nipples in time with Chandler’s curling fingers. Yet, despite the variances between them, they all melted together to form one clear message; more .
“I hope you girls are learning your lesson from all of this.” Chandler breathed every word with a purr, speaking to all of them but staring intently into Veronica’s eyes specifically. There she found hints of defiance and in response, she curved her thrusts, plunging down into her Beta’s awaiting cunt with rough, powerful motions. “Because I won’t be repeating myself.”
Leaning down, Chandler hovered over Veronica. She crumbled, as expected, and returned her gaze with complete submittance. “No matter how much you may beg.”
Three consecutive cries of pleasure followed; first from McNamara, who came with a sudden throe of passion as Chandler flexed her fingers into her most sensitive flesh. Then came Duke, her ass jumped as she arched into her Alpha’s hand, groaning into the sheets with bodily quivers. But Veronica’s was easily the loudest, her voice coming out in a desperate howl as her eyes rolled back hard and her legs clutched for dear life around Chandler’s waist.
Chandler panted quietly to herself, catching her breath as her girls rode out their releases in unison. Pulling her fingers from Duke and McNamara’s cunts, she brought both hands to her mouth and lapped at the heady juices which clung to them. When she was finished she noticed them watching her, Veronica and McNamara were fixated on her, and even Duke had turned to look over her shoulder and stare. In their eyes she found a mix of desire, anticipation and mischief, and it stroked a cautious flame in her chest.
Chandler narrowed her eyes and asked, “What?” But the answer to her question came in the form of her girls reaching out to grab her. Veronica wrapped her arms around her neck, while Duke and McNamara each took an arm, pulling her down onto the bed.
“Well, I think I speak for all of us when I say we want to repay you for teaching us such a good lesson, Heather.” Veronica’s face was just inches from Chandler’s and she could feel her breath tickling at her nose as she spoke.
“You always fuck us so good, it’s only fair we do the same for you!” McNamara giggled, somehow making the constraint of her Alpha’s arm look more like she was simply grinding her tits into her. Her Omega did always seem to have an uncanny ability of making herself seem so innocent.
Chandler turned to Duke and found she was at a loss for words, even if she was physically going along with the rest of them, and there she found her out. “Heather, you wouldn’t betray your Alpha like this, would you? Not my favorite little Beta.”
Duke shivered, her cheeks flushing with a clear desire to give in. But, somehow, she held firm. “Sorry Heather, b-but I want to return all the attention you give me t-too…”
Betrayal by Duke, of all her girls, was perhaps the most shocking. Even if McNamara was her Omega, she'd always had flashes of rebelliousness within her submittance. Duke, on the other hand, had always been reliably obedient, even if she played the brat with Veronica or a top with McNamara; to Chandler she was always her submissive.
When she came back from her shell shock, Chandler found herself lying on her back, arms tied securely above her head. Duke and Veronica were on either of her sides while McNamara sat in front of her.
“So, what now?” Chandler looked between her girlfriends, from Duke’s nervous face, to Veronica’s self-satisfied one, and finally McNamara’s excited grin. “You have me bound and at your mercy, what’s next?” She spoke calmly, not allowing her voice to betray the nerves building up within her. Chandler wasn’t used to this lack of control.
“Well, that’s pretty easy.” Veronica spoke up first, leaning over her and placing a hand on her cheek. She cupped Chandler’s face and pulled her up as she closed the distance between them. Her Beta’s lips were familiarly soft but the kiss was anything but, all smacking lips and curling tongues, Veronica seemed desperate to dominate it.
As if on cue, Duke and McNamara moved as well, the former latching onto Chandler’s neck, lacing the soft skin there with wet kisses, while the latter found herself in her chest, small hands coming up to grasp as she kissed at the tops of them. A flurry of sensations rushed through the Alpha’s body, warmth and pleasure bundled inside of her, starting at her core before spreading throughout the rest of her.
Tilting her head, Chandler deepened her kiss with Veronica, pressing her tongue against her Beta’s and dragging it along the flat of hers. She crumbled, as she so often did, and conceded control of the kiss entirely. Chandler took full advantage, exploring every inch of her mouth and teasing at her tongue with her new found dominance. It was short-lived however, Veronica pulling back with a sudden jerk, no doubt realizing that she’d been beaten.
Her Beta glared at her but the little shudder she gave made its effect significantly diminished. Chandler simply smirked back, slipping her tongue out and dragging it across her lips seductively. She’d have loved to relish in the small victory, but her moment of distraction had been all Duke needed to find her neck's weak point and as she nipped it, the Alpha’s head fell back with a mewl.
“H-Heather, wait…” Chandler tried to sound firm in her command but even to her own ears she sounded different, less in control, and from the expression on Duke’s face as she pulled back to look at her, she realized it as well. Her Beta descended, nipping at her neck until she found that spot again. Chandler bit back her moan but her body betrayed her with a slight tremble and Duke capitalized, alternating between biting and sucking at her skin.
“Maybe if it was just one of us you could win out.” Veronica pulled her attention once again and Chandler did her best to ignore the thrills rushing through her as Duke attacked her neck. “Hell, knowing you probably even two,” she gestured for McNamara to move and the blonde did just that, kissing down the length of her Alpha’s stomach. “But with all three of your girls on you, do you think you can handle that, Heather?”
Veronica took hold of the top of Chandler’s leotard and with a fierce yank, she pulled it down. Spandex stretched precariously until it snapped under Chandler’s breasts, two pale mounds of tit-flesh springing free for her Beta’s hungry eyes to enjoy.
“Untie me and find out, Sawyer .”
Veronica smirked, deviously letting the Alpha’s words hang, before dropping down to wrap her lips around one of Chandler’s nipples.
Little pants and moans escaped Chandler’s normally tight-lipped mouth, her body betraying her in the face of all this pleasure. Duke was no doubt leaving dark marks against her white skin, and from how eagerly she still nipped, she was hardly finished. Veronica wasted no time with teasing, her tongue flicked eagerly against her taut nipple, lips sucking at it as her hand groped her other breast. And then there was McNamara, whose kisses had seemed so negligible before, now, with her face all but buried between the Alpha’s legs, lapped at her sopping folds like a starving woman.
Chandler cursed as she pulled at the restraints holding her, her heart racing in her chest. She wasn’t used to being so helpless, trapped as someone else lavished her with attention. It wasn’t bad per se, just new and surprisingly exciting.
As Duke finally pulled off of her neck, she caught her Alpha’s eyes, biting her bottom lip hesitantly.
“Kiss me.” Chandler wasn’t sure where her almost desperate plea came from but her Beta hardly seemed to care; she simply fell into her, kissing the blonde with reverential eagerness.
Breaking their kiss for a moment, Duke whispered, “I love you, Heather.” Before catching her lips again and melting into her. Chandler shuddered at her admission, kissing her back with matching intensity as her cheeks flushed. Everything was beginning to build up, from McNamara’s vigorous tongue, curling into her walls with all the obsession she was known for, to Veronica’s grasping fingers, kneading her tit as she sucked at her other, and even Duke’s lips, smacking and rolling against her own in a kiss which was more passion than skill. All of it made Chandler feel heady, lost entirely in the sensations and pleasure which she now eagerly leaned into.
She wasn’t sure if anyone but McNamara noticed when she peaked at first, her Beta’s too engrossed in their own activities to realize, but the loud, choked moan which escaped her was impossible to miss. Chandler’s eyes rolled back and she collapsed into the sheets of her bed as she came, she knew her wrists would be sore from how hard she pulled at her restraints but she couldn’t help it as her body quivered with pleasure. McNamara continued to devour her, lapping at her release and drinking her juices like the Alpha knew she loved to do. But her two Beta’s simply watched her unravel, clearly mystified by how she looked as she came undone so fully.
“Fuck… that’s so hot.” Crude though it was to say, Veronica obviously believed every word as she struggled to sit properly. Chandler wouldn’t have been surprised if she simply started touching herself from how aroused she looked, but she showed restraint, turning instead to McNamara. “How does she taste Heather? Like sweet victory, I bet.”
As Veronica descended, Chandler turned to Duke, who had yet to tear her eyes off of her.
“Heather…” Chandler breathed Duke’s name with a sensual purr, “you know I love you too, don’t you?” Her response came in a quick, almost desperate, nod. “Then untie me, let me show you.”
Duke bit her bottom lip, glancing over her shoulder at Veronica and McNamara, before turning back to her. “Y-yes ma’am.” She leaned over her body to reach her hands, daft fingers making short work of her knot and freeing the Alpha’s hands.
As Duke pulled back, Chandler cupped her face in her hands and kissed her; fiercely. The shorter girl moaned, caught off guard but giving into her all the same, and her Alpha gave her all the love she knew she wanted. Chandler sat up, pushing Duke back into a sitting position, before breaking their kiss with a wet pop. “Good girl.”
Chandler turned to her other girls, still not aware of her freedom and couldn’t help but chuckle. With a glance, she gestured for Duke to focus on McNamara, her own sights falling on this little coup's leader; Veronica.
“You girls had your fun, but I think it’s my turn again.” Chandler spoke loud and clear, catching McNamara and Veronica by surprise and pulling their attention back to her. She moved before either of them could react, catching Veronica’s shoulders and pushing her back onto the bed as Duke did much the same with McNamara. “Don’t you agree, Heather?”
“Of course, ma’am.” Came Duke’s answer and Veronica turned to her with a pout.
“Traitor.” She muttered and Chandler laughed.
“Don’t be too upset with her, Ronnie.” She leaned in, ghosting lips over Veronica’s with a smirk. “I plan on fucking you until you’re even more obedient than her.”
Her Beta no doubt wanted to spit a retort, something snarky and clever, but the only response she gave was an excited little whimper.
“I still don’t really get what’s so trendsetting about fucking comic books.” Veronica groaned, for what felt like the upteenth time and Chandler rolled her eyes.
Duke was at the wheel of her jeep, dressed again as Catwoman, with McNamara beside her, dolled up as a very convincing Harley Quinn. Chandler was sharing the back seat with Veronica, once again fitted with her Poison Ivy costume, while her Beta grumbled in a Batwoman costume.
“You don’t need to understand, Ronnie. You just need to obey.” Chandler rolled her shoulders, loosening up before shifting out of her seat. Veronica gasped as her Alpha slipped onto her lap, her hands naturally falling onto her hips as she pressed into her. Chandler could feel McNamara watching them and even Duke from her rearview mirror was stealing glances, but she didn’t let it halt her.
“Play your cards right tonight, Batwoman , and maybe you’ll find yourself three little criminals to play with.” Chandler purred, accentuating her words with a deep grind of her hips into Veronica's lap.
“Y-yeah, sure… ok.” Veronica replied dumbly, mind fixated on everything Chandler was presenting her. The Alpha laughed to herself, enjoying the power she still held over even her most defiant girlfriend. No matter how much she may have enjoyed having them all on her before, she was still an Alpha, and that came with a host of expectations she had every intention of meeting.