Mona Vanderwaal had only just finished her homework. She normally breezed through it no problem, which was doubly impressive given she had more going on around her than the average teen, but lately it was taking a lot longer as she was distracted by my the haunting memory of the humiliation she recently suffered.
She couldn't stop thinking about it, and it was affecting her schoolwork, homework and life in general, Mona unable to stop thinking about how her school bully/rival Alison DiLaurentis had robbed her of her anal virginity and turned her into her bitch.
Right now she was supposed to be planning her revenge on the bitch, but every time she tried her mouth grew dry, her pussy tingled and her ass hole developed an unfamiliar itch.
The last one was what terrified Mona the most, as she knew what it meant, that her treacherous ass hole was craving the sensation of being stretched and filled, Mona having to dig her nails into her palms to prevent herself from masturbating to the thought of being butt fucked by her school bully.
It was bad enough she could still taste Alison's pussy and ass hole every time she ate or drank something, but at least some tops like to orally pleasure their bottoms. But constantly thinking about taking it in the ass, and getting wet from those thoughts, was definitely bottom territory.
It didn't help that while doing her homework her eyes had wandered to her toy draw where she kept her strap-ons, butt-plugs, etc. Where she'd put the butt-plug Ali had shoved up her ass, freshly cleaned and tidied away with her other toys.
She had wanted to throw it away of course, but something she couldn't explain compelled her to keep it, even though she was free of Alison, at least momentarily, and now she was craving to feel it inside her again.
It, or maybe one of her handheld dildos, Mona constantly wondering what it would be like to anally masturbate like a slutty little bottom while imagining it was Ali pounding her ass hard and taking no prisoners.
Of course Mona should have known better than to tempt fate like that, her heart racing as she first heard the buzzing which indicated she'd gotten a new text message quickly followed by an all-too-familiar ring.
Whimpering softly she took a look at the name, and sure enough it read 'Girl Who Owns Your Ass' complete with a picture of her ass hole stretching for a strap-on, Mona's back hole trembling with pleasure as she briefly remembered receiving that particular butt fucking.
Then she briefly considered ignoring the call, only to recall the amount of dirt Alison had on her, and reluctantly answered the phone.
Closing her eyes Mona whispered into the phone, "Hello?"
"Hello loser." Alison greeted cheerily, "How's your sweet little ass hole."
"Ali." Mona said warningly.
Ignoring her Alison asked, "Is it still wrapped around the butt-plug I gave you?"
Knowing what Alison meant Mona blushed and then softly murmured, "Yes."
Alison's face fell and she sighed, dropping back onto her bed, "You used to be a better liar."
Mona gritted her teeth and pointed out, "You said you'd leave me alone."
"No, I said I wouldn't touch that sweet little ass of yours until Friday. And I'm not going too... you're going to do it for me." Alison grinned, "Now take a pic of that fuck-able little butt of yours and send it to me. Then call me back."
With that Alison hung up, leaving Mona to fumed with rage for a few long seconds, then her shoulders slumped in defeat and she got up on her knees, awkwardly reached back with her phone and snapped a shot of her pyjama clad ass before sending it to Ali.
A few seconds later she got a text simply saying 'not good enough, you know what I want' which made Mona grit her teeth, get in that awkward position again and pulled her pyjama bottoms down to her knees.
She pulled them back up again as soon as she taken the photo, but that didn't make her feel much better about it as she sent the photo to Ali and waited for a reply.
She got it quickly in the form of a call, Alison greeting her with, "Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm, now that's what I'm talking about. Grade A bitch ass just waiting to be fucked. Mmmmmmm, tell me Mona, have you played with your ass yet today?"
"No!" Mona snapped, "I'm not a bottom, therefore I don't play with my butt."
"Then it's a good job I'm here to give you the push you need to explore your true nature." Alison sweetly replied, "Now be a good girl and slip a finger into your tight little butt hole and I'll tell you a bedtime story."
Grumbling softly Mona rolled over onto her front and swapped the phone to her left hand so she could reach back and slip her right hand down her pyjama bottoms fairly easily.
Her heart beat faster when her hand slid over her ass, Mona reaching down further to her embarrassingly wet pussy for lubricant before she pressed her index finger against the forbidden hole.
It took several seconds to push that finger in, and when she did she was surprised at the amount of resistance she found, her hole having tightened up more than she thought it would after Alison's days worth of anal abuse.
Hearing Mona's cry at the penetration Alison grinned, "Is it in yet?"
"Yes." Mona moaned.
"Good, now push it all the way in, and don't forget to slide it in and out of your hot little ass the whole time I'm talking." Alison ordered, waiting a few seconds for Mona to push her finger or the way in and start pumping it in and out of her ass hole, then casually began, "As you've probably worked out from over hearing me and my friends the other day I'm trying to train them to be butt busting tops, like me. You know, to help them to stop being victims and start taking charge of their lives, and know the joy of pounding tight little ass holes, like yours."
