"You know, for an alleged top, you sure do have a lot of tightfitting pants and skinny jeans." Alison DiLaurentis said almost conversationally as she rummaged through Mona Vanderwaal's closet without sparing the other girl a look, "God, how didn't I realise until now that you were just a bottom begging to get your sexy ass enslaved?"
Mona blushed, but she didn't know how it was possible. Surely she had blushed so much during the last couple of days, and over much more humiliating things, that either her body should be just too exhausted to blush or she should be just immune to the humiliation by now.
Sadly neither of those were true, although to be fair while it wasn't as humiliating as being butt fucked by her school bully allowing herself to stand still while that bully dressed her like a doll was pretty bad. At least she wasn't naked anymore, not that the matching black thong and bra left much to the imagination.
Biting her lip Alison went back and forth between a couple of choices for a couple of minutes, then she threw a pair of pants at Mona and ordered, "Here, try these on."
Again Mona blushed but did as she was told, moving as slowly as she dared. Alison didn't like her being too slow, but after three days of being Alison's little plaything Mona's body was constantly aching and sore so she couldn't move that quickly even if she wanted too, which she didn't.
She was still a top regardless of what Alison said, or how many times she had been ass fucked, or how hard she had cum from being anally abused. Yes, she was a top, and this nightmare was almost over, and when it was she could start planning on exactly how she was going to get revenge on Alison, Mona once again reminding herself of that fact as she stepped into the pants and pulled them all the way up her legs before standing there with her head held high.
"Turn around." Alison smirked and made a twirling motion with her finger, biting her lip when Mona did as she was told and then thinking about it for a few long seconds before nodding her head, "Yes, that's the one. Now, let's see what else you'll be wearing."
Mona sighed in relief. It felt like they had spent about an hour just picking out what she would be wearing, and her Mom was due back any minute. Luckily with the bottom half picked out Alison was quicker about choosing the rest, even being gracious enough to pick out a cute shirt, jacket and a pair of heels which would go perfectly with her outfit.
After that Alison came to stand behind her and gently turned her towards the full-length mirror, Mona doing her best to avert her gaze from herself/Alison even as the cruel blonde admired her handiwork.
"There, perfect." Alison grinned, stepping even closer as she admitted, "You know Mona, maybe I'm going soft, maybe this whole thing with A has made me a better person, or maybe it's just because I spent pretty much every second of the weekend playing with your cute little ass, but with the right accessories, you really are one fuck-able little bottom."
Blushing furiously Mona grumbled, "You promised you'd leave now."
"As long as you wear this outfit, plus the butt-plug I picked out, sure." Alison said, "And you do still plan to wear what I want, right?"
"Yes, now get out of my house." Mona snapped, turning around to glare at Alison.
"Just one more thing." Alison grinned, "Bend over."
Blushing again Mona stared angrily at Alison for a few seconds, then lowered her head, "I hate you."
"And I love your ass." Alison shot back, then when Mona turned around and lent forward she added with a sigh, "Oh Mona, don't pretend that you don't know what I really want."
Yet again Mona blushed then as slowly as possible she reached back, made sure she grabbed onto the waist band of both the tightfitting pants and the thong before she defiantly yanked them downwards. Alison had told her she liked to be teased, for a bottom to slowly pull down her pants/skirt to show Alison her favourite part of a woman, so this was the only rebellious act Mona was capable of for now.
Unfortunately it just made Alison giggle, the bitch not seeming even slightly bothered as she held her phone up and took yet another picture of Mona's gaping ass hole. Like Alison didn't have enough already.
"That's better, but you know your cheeks should be spread." Alison pointed out, giggling and taking a few more pictures as Mona slowly spread her butt cheeks, emphasising just how widely Alison had gaped her now former rival's butt hole. Then Alison sighed, "God, it's almost painful to leave such a sweet behind, but you're right, we could both do with a good nights sleep. However I'm the manipulating bitch around here, and you're just my bitch, so as punishment for thinking you can ever trick me into getting what you want... I want you to stay like that until your Mommy gets home. Then, five minutes after she arrives, you can move from that position, and not a second before."
Becoming extremely pale Mona turned her head back to look at her tormentor and pleaded, "Alison, please-"
Alison would of course have none of it, "Not. A. Second. Before."
"But what if my Mom comes in to check on me?" Mona asked, as it was quite late but not impossible that would happen.
Alison shrugged, "Then your Mom will be greeted by the sight of your gaping ass hole, and no matter what you say she'll know her daughter is a submissive little butt slut."
"Please Alison, I'll do anything?" Mona wept.
"You already do." Alison pointed out, "I own you Mona, you really need to accept that."
"I do! I, I will, just please, don't do this to me." Mona pleaded.
Alison thought about it for a second, and then said, "I'll tell you what, I'll take two minutes off if you promise without fail to be in the girl's bathroom nearest the lunch hall throughout lunch. Deal?"
"Deal." Mona begrudgingly accepted.
"Good." Alison said, checking she had all her things before heading for the door, "Bye loser. If you get the chance say hi to your Mom for me."
*
Looking back that had been a little much, which was why Alison waited for Mrs Vanderwaal to arrive and then spent about five minutes talking to her before leaving. Truth be told it was fun knowing that while she was downstairs talking to Mona's Mom Mona was still upstairs in her room bent over and displaying her well fucked ass, Alison thinking 'I butt fucked your daughter' over and over again throughout her conversation with Mrs Vanderwaal.
Of course the woman was suspicious, and totally didn't buy Alison was there to bury the hatchet, but she couldn't have guessed her real reason for being there was to bury the strap-on into Mona's tight little ass and Alison was a master of small talk, the seconds quickly ticking by until she left the house with mostly a clear conscience.
Not that it had been entirely Alison's fault in the first place. She had just been kind of drunk with power/lust, and resentful of having to give up some precious hours she could have been fucking her new plaything. Of course if she had stayed they would have gotten caught and she would have had to turn Mona's Mom into her slut and then there was no way she would have gone to school as usual, and Alison would not allow that to happen.
She was not going to let a passionate affair with Mona Vanderwaal of all people to affect her performance in her final academic year, and just as important to her prevent her from regaining her status as Queen bee, and for the first time since she returned Alison truly felt that way again. Like she was Queen bee, the Head Bitch In Charge, the number one mean girl who made everybody else tremble in their boots.
It was amazing what butt fucking another girl could do for her confidence. In fact it made the past few years feel like a bad dream she was only just waking up from. She had tried to go all Christmas Carol and return to her old life a new and improved version of herself, a nice version, but the past few days had reminded her she wasn't a nice girl.
She was a manipulating bitch, with a secret sexual kink or two which some would view as obscene. It was high time she embraced that and be the Alison DiLaurentis she wanted to be, not what she thought everybody else wanted.