Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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"Laurel, is everything okay?"
Laurel blushed bright red, but thankfully her back was to her ex-boyfriend, and she was just about able to get herself under control by the time she turned around and as convincingly as she could told him, "I'm fine."
"Really?" Oliver frowned, obviously not believing her, "Because you've been distracted lately, but it's never been this bad. Is that injury still bothering you?"
This time Laurel didn't have the luxury of hiding her blush, which was totally Mistress Sara's fault as she was standing behind Oliver and smirking, but Laurel pushed through it and answered, "Yeah, it is."
"Oh?" Oliver frowned, feeling awkward, "Maybe you should, you know, see a doctor or something. You've been walking funny all week."
"NO!" Laurel protested, quickly adding, "I mean, that sweet, but I just think I need a few nights off to rest. I'll be fine. Seriously, don't worry about me."
"Okay." He shrugged, heading deeper into their headquarters to change his clothes, "Let me know if you need anything."
"Will do." Laurel blushed, waiting until he was out of earshot before turning to her sister and whining, "Quit it!"
"What? It's hilarious." Sara chuckled, before moving closer and lowering her voice, "He was never that observant, or that smart, but you think he would realise you're acting the same way Felicity was when I took her anal cherry. Not that he knew why that was."
"Sara!" Laurel whined.
"But still, you need to do a better job of hiding how sore your ass is." Sara scolded, "Hell, Thea has done a better job than you."
"Thea was trained by Malcolm." Laurel protested.
"And you were trained by me and Nyssa, which means you should be better." Sara pointed out, moving even closer, "And is that how you address me?"
Laurel gulped, looked around, and then hissed, "We're in public!"
"We're alone. Trust me." Sara grinned.
With one last look around Laurel's shoulders drooped and she quickly apologised, "I do trust you. And I'm so sorry... Mistress. I'll do better. I promise."
"I don't know..." Sara became stern as she teased, "Maybe we should call tonight off as a punishment."
"No, no, no please Mistress Sara, anything but that." Laurel begged as quietly as she could as she dropped to her knees and pleaded, "Spank me in front of everybody, just please, don't deny me your sweet honey for another night. Please? I'll be good, I swear."
"I suppose." Sara smirked, stroking her sister's hair.
"Oh thank you Mistress Sara." Laurel beamed, and then after quickly checking the coast was clear lent down to press a couple of kisses to her sister's feet while murmuring, "Thank you."
*
Laurel couldn't believe she did that in the middle of Team Arrow headquarters, with her ex-boyfriend The Green Arrow and John Diggle changing only a few feet away. Then again, there were a lot of things she had done in those headquarters, and elsewhere, that she couldn't believe she had done. In her weaker moment she tried to blame it all on Mistress Sara, but while her baby sister had seduced her Laurel could have stopped it at any time.
She still could, despite how it may seem sometimes, as there was no doubt in her mind Mistress Sara would stop if she asked her too, but Laurel didn't. Honestly it felt like she couldn't. That she physically needed everything her Mistresses eagerly gave her, and so much more. And tonight finally she would get more. Including one thing most of all.
So when they first got back to the apartment that her Mistresses shared and Mistress Sara pushed her up against the nearest wall to press her lips to hers Laurel didn't hesitate to kiss back. In fact she eagerly made out with her own sister for what felt like an eternity as the other female members of Team Arrow slowly arrived.
Even when they did they just enjoyed the show for a while, before inevitably they grew impatient. Well, Mistress Nyssa grew impatient. Thea and Mistress Felicity seemed perfectly content to watch the Lance sisters kiss all night long, and part of Laurel wanted that too. Although not as much as she wanted more, so she was extremely grateful to her English sounding Mistress.
"Sara, it's been a week. Haven't you hogged your sister enough?" Nyssa quipped.
"No." Sara admitted with a wicked grin after she reluctantly broke the kiss, "And to prove it, I'm going to put on a show before we get started with the Black Canary Stuffing."
"Well, get on with it then." Nyssa grumbled, "And stop being unfair to the rest of us."
Briefly Sara considered arguing the point, then she shrugged it off in favour of asking her sister, "So sis, do you want to be a Fully Stuffed Black Canary? Huh? To have a cock in every single one of your fuck holes, at the same time, like a total whore? Is that what my prim and proper big sister want? Huh? Does she want me, her own sister, and my girlfriends to make her air tight? Is she that big of a slut? Huh?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Laurel eagerly agreed, "Yes Mistress Sara, I want you and Mistress Nyssa, and Mistress Felicity, and even your bitch Thea, to make me a Fully Stuffed Black Canary. I wanna be your whore. Your fully stuffed whore."
"And you know what that means, right?" Sara teased, turning Laurel around so her back was to their audience and bending her over slightly before smacking her ass roughly, "It means all of us get a piece of this ass tonight. Even Thea Queen. Mmmmm, fuck yeah, we're going to destroy my sister's ass. Oh fuck, if Oli thought you were walking funny before, he should see you tomorrow. Because I swear sis, you're not going to walk. Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhhh, you're just going to lie flat on your stomach and whimper pathetically because of the pain in your butt, and you won't even care, because you'll still be getting after-shocks from the giant orgasms we give you."
"I can't wait Mistress Sara." Laurel admitted with a whimper.
"Well I can, because I know what we're doing first." Sara grinned, smacking that ass again and ordering, "Mmmmm, and so do you, so get down on your knees and beg me for it."
"Yes Mistress Sara." Laurel whimpered pathetically as she fell to her knees in front of her sister and started begging, "Please, please let me eat your pussy! Please Mistress Sara, allow me the privilege of eating your pussy! Please? It's all I thought about last week, mmmmm, and the thing I want most in this world, so please, let me eat your pretty little pussy."
"Kiss my feet, and keep going." Sara pushed.
"Yes Mistress Sara." Laurel eagerly obeyed, pressing her lips to Sara's feet and beginning to kiss her sister's boots while she whimpered, "Please, please let me taste your pussy Mistress Sara! I wanna taste your pussy. I love pussy Mistress Sara, and I've eaten everyone else's, even Thea's, can't it be your turn now? Can't I finally have you? Please? Mmmmm, I want to taste my sister's pussy. Oh my God, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I want to taste my little sister's pussy. No! I don't want to just taste you Mistress Sara, I want to devour you! I want to stick my tongue in my baby sister's cunt and fuck her until she cums in my mouth and all over my face! I want my kid sister to use my face as a fuck pad and officially turn me into her rug munching dyke slut! I want it so bad. Please Mistress Sara?"