Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars and have no association with anyone involved in the show. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Alison DiLaurentis hated waiting. If she had to be, she could be patient. But this seemed like such an unnecessary waste of time. Her time. Everyone else was here, what was taking her so long? Not that Alison really cared why, she just wanted this wait to be over. And for Hanna Marin to get her fat ass here already. Everyone else was here.
Well, everyone who mattered. Namely, her bitches, Aria Montgomery, Spencer Hastings and Emily Fields. They were all sitting around, like this was a normal sleepover, chatting obsessively, while their top waited for her moment. Then, when finally Hanna squeezed her fat ass into her Mistress's bedroom, the fun really started.
"I'm so sorry I'm late." Hanna apologized, "I-"
"Nobody cares why you're late, Hefty." Alison quickly cut her off, before smiling sweetly, "All that matters, is you're here now."
"Thanks, Ali." Hanna beamed, closing the door behind her, putting her stuff down, and then going to join her friends on the floor.
"No!" Alison cut Hanna off from trying to do the last thing, and then ordered, "Stand in the centre of the room, where I can see you."
"Ali-" Hanna began nervously.
"Now!" Allison snapped, then quickly added, "And that goes for the rest of you, too. I want you to line up, facing me. Now!"
There was an unacceptable pause, and then Emily cautiously questioned, "Ali? What-"
"Oh, don't look so surprised, Em." Alison scolded, before pointing out, "I've told you all about each other, and shown you the pictures to prove it. You all know that you belong to me now. Well, you always have, but I've made it official, by stretching out those perfect asses of yours, and making you my anal bitches. Now quit your whining, and show me what's mine."
Which unsurprisingly, had the four other girls blushing tomato red, briefly looking at each other, and then finally doing as they were told, like the broken lezzie sluts they were. Alison had wondered whether they had been talking about what was happening with each other, it was nice to get confirmation that they hadn't. If they had, they might've saved one of them from being broken.
However, now they all were, it was about time things changed around here. Oh yes, no more tiptoeing around this. These sluts were going to truly learn their place, and Alison was going to enjoy every second of teaching it to them. Which included slowly finishing the magazine she was reading, and leaving the other girls just waiting for her, before finally tossing it aside, coming down from her bed, which had acted as her throne, and walking over to her subjects like the Queen she was.
She was also like a lioness in the way she stalked her pray, circling them a few times, before casually telling them, "Those clothes are... acceptable, I suppose. At least when the five of us are in public together, given that we want to give people the delusion that you're still four girls, with promising futures ahead of you. But we know the truth, don't we? Yes, we do, mmmmmmmm. We all know that the four of you won't ever really be anything, except my personal playthings. And playthings don't deserve clothes. So take them off. Now! Mmmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhhh, from now on, you sluts are going to be naked whenever we're alone together, so I can truly admire what's mine. Do I make myself clear?"
To emphasize those last words, Alison smacked Emily's ass roughly, causing the innocent teen to cry out loudly, blush again, and then finally answer properly, "Ye, yes... Ali? Ah!"
"Yes, Mistress." Alison pushed.
"Yes, Mistress." Emily quickly whimpered.
"Yes, Mistress." Spencer replied hesitantly after that.
"Yes, Mistress." Arya then answered.
"Yes, Mistress." Hanna was then the last one, more out of embarrassment than pride.
"That's another thing I've decided." Alison explained, as her bitches did as they were told, "You of course can't call me that when we're in public together. I want people to know you're taken, but not necessarily mine. Not like that. It's no one's business, but ours. But when we are alone together, you bitches are going to truly start giving me the respect I deserve. That means referring to me as 'Mistress, your Mistress or Mistress Alison'. I will also accept some variation on Queen, or Goddess. Just some kind of title to make it clear that you understand that I'm so far above you, and your beneath me. Ha, you four are lucky I allowed you the privilege of grovelling at my feet, let alone allowing me to give you orgasms. Do I make myself clear?"
There was unsurprisingly a chorus of 'yes, Mistress' from her bitches. None of them were brave enough to try a variation yet, but that didn't matter. No, all that mattered at that point, was that they were down to their underwear, Alison moving behind them, so she could get the best possible look at what came next. Which meant she missed out on those titties being revealed, which was a shame, especially with Hanna's large pair.
But there would be plenty of time to admire them later, and it definitely beat missing out on her favourite part of their bodies. Which was of course, their asses, Alison practically drooling as pretty much one by one, they were revealed to her in all their glory.
Something that she just stared at for a few long minutes, before reaching out, and sliding her hands all over the cheeks. There were moments of embarrassment from her fuck pets, but that was to be expected. And it wasn't like their opinions mattered. Well, maybe a little. Especially Emily's, given that Alison truly had affection for her. However, only so far as it took them to get what they shared purpose in life was.