Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles or Anna Kendrick or Britney Spears or Kristen Bell or Anne Hathaway or Taylor Swift or Margot Robbie or Jennifer Lawrence or Emma Watson or Kat Dennings or Natalie Portman or Elizabeth Olson or Scarlett Johansson or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Beyonce was extremely nervous, but it was a good kind of nervous, like when she got to perform on stage. Which was really just showing off how far she'd fallen, considering the plan today was for her to be butt fucked in front of her bitches, and then have as many as possible fuck her big black booty. There was still a small part of her which didn't want to blow up her life as a top, considering she had worked so hard for over a decade to acquire the finest collection of submissive sluts ever.
Certainly the most famous. And they were all here tonight, in her home, just waiting for the special announcement that she had promised them. Well, many were simply their net-working at the moment, the house filled with gossiping women, to the point that it was so loud that she could barely think.
It increased her nervousness tenfold, and although she didn't want to turn the tables on her Little White Mistress anymore, she did want to run away, so she wouldn't have to face this humiliation. One far worse than anything she had ever experienced before, apart from maybe losing her anal cherry. But whenever it was becoming too much, her new top Anna Kendrick would place her hand on her knee, or hold her hand, or just give her soft, comforting smile.
Somehow, that was enough to calm her nerves, even when it came time to stand up, and make their way to the 'performance area'. Which was just a space reserved in Beyonce's living room, with a microphone so she could address everyone in the house. And more to the point, her Little White Mistress could address the whole house.
"Ladies, may I have your attention please?" Anna spoke into the microphone, amused by just how quickly the other women became silent. It was just how well-trained Beyonce had them, and just how much she was going to blow their minds, who seemed surprised that Anna was the first one to talk, and continue to do so, "I'd like to introduce... my new bitch!"
Some of the audience got the implication immediately, and their eyes went wide as Mistress Anna turned her attention to her bitch, and that bitch turned around, lifted up her skirt, and revealed the butt-plug which was buried inside of it. At which point the truth was undeniable, and the entire house, but particularly the entire room, was filled with loud gasps, quickly followed by whispers of disbelief.
Which Mistress Anna was only too happy to let continue for a few long seconds, which felt like hours, before demanding attention again. Oh God, it was unbearably shameful. And hot. Honestly, Beyonce was half expecting to pass out at any moment. Or maybe just cum on the spot. Instead, she just had to listen to the rest of her top's speech.
"More accurately, I'd like to introduce you, as my bitches." Anna continued gleefully, "Oooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhh, that's right, I made Beyonce my bitch, and you all know what that means, don't you? Huh? It means, what was hers, now is mine. Including all of you. And I promise you, I'll take better care of you then this closet bottom ever did. And to prove it, we're going to have ourselves a nice little anal gang bang. Ohhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss, we're all going to bang the mighty Beyonce up her big black booty. Starting with me. Mmmmmmmmm fuck yeah, it's only right I break her in, as I was the one to break her. And to prove it, we're going to start off with a nice hard spanking. So... Beyonce, take off your clothes, and bend over my knee. Yeahhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm, give me that ass! Give it to me! Oh fuck yeah, give me that big fat ass!"
"Yes, my Little White Mistress." Beyonce replied, when she had a chance.
Then, as her Little White Mistress was parking her cute little butt down on the chair they'd had previously put on the staging area, Beyonce slowly did a striptease to the audience, who continued staring at her with disbelief. Beyonce was used to performing in front of a much larger crowd, and even then there were other people watching the monitors in other rooms, but it still paled in comparison.
Unsurprisingly though, it felt a lot more intimidating, especially when she found herself down to her underwear, and then not even that. Oh yes, despite the fact that she had been naked in front of these women many times before, she had never felt more exposed, given the circumstances. Especially when she bent over the knee of Mistress Anna, and thus giving up her big black booty for a spanking.
Anna was feeling nervous too. Usurping a Queen was hard work, and this was arguably the most important part, solidifying the fact that now she was in charge. And she had big shoes to fill. Oh yes, in her prime Beyonce was larger than life, and seemingly untouchable. Now it was up to Anna to prove she was very much touchable.
Literally. Oh yes, she reached down, and grabbed a big handful of that big black booty, and took a long time fondling it, just like she would when they were alone together. This resulted in a few happy chuckles from the audience, which emboldened her to do more. Also the fact that all eyes were on her broken bitch. Besides, it wasn't like this was her first time performing in front of a crowd.
Initially that prize was just squeezing and groping the juicy piece of meat in front of her, and occasionally looking away from it to grin at the audience, none of which were still looking at her.
No, like her, their main focus was that big black booty getting what it deserved. Oh yes, clearly Anna wasn't alone in seeing the irony of Beyonce dishing out so many butt fuckings, when it was her fat ass that desperately needed fucking most of all. And soon enough, she was going to show Beyonce's former bitches, and her future bitches, they had been right to think that. But first, she was going to prove that this big butt was also made for spanking.
Admittedly she might have got a little carried away with all of the groping, so once Anna began to hear a few whispers, murmurs and even a few grumblings she tried to make it up to them. Namely, by lifting both her hands into the air, pausing for a few long seconds, or two, and then bought them crashing back down again onto those meaty cheeks.