Reliving Doomworld

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Amaya Jiwe tried to be okay with just 'friends with benefits' as Sara had called it. Hell, it had been her idea. Despite that she just couldn't help falling for Sara, and falling hard. And ultimately she wanted more. She desperately tried to fight those feelings, because she knew what Sara would say, and if she admitted it then her precious Captain might put a stop to what they had been doing, which kept her silent for a number of weeks. But Amaya knew it was only a matter of time before she cracked and pushed her luck, and when she did ironically it wasn't because of Sara doing some awesome move, or saving the day, or anything like that. No, it was wonderfully ordinary.

It was simply a matter of waking up for the third consecutive time to find Sara Lance resting in her arms, and being able to admire that sight for more than a few seconds before her Captain had woken up. Amaya was always able to insist that Sara stay with her until she fell asleep, and even that they cuddled as long as Amaya was spooning Sara and therefore it was a sign of dominance, but then the pretty blonde girl would sneak out during the night. At least, that was at the start, but either Amaya had been wearing Sara out, or Sara just like sleeping in her arms, which was surely a sign that she felt the same way about Amaya as Amaya felt about her. Whatever the case, Amaya just couldn't take another morning of waking up with Sara Lance in her arms, and not have her as her girlfriend.

So as soon as Sara started stirring Amaya started gently kissing her shoulders, neck and then ear before whispering into it, "Morning."

"Morning." Sara smiled softly, snuggling backwards into the soft body pressed against her back.

Amaya bit her lip, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then finally admitted, "I want to tell people about us."

Instantly, and predictably, Sara tensed up and then after a few agonisingly long seconds turned around in Amaya's arms and asked cautiously, "You wanna tell people were having sex?"

"No." Amaya chuckled, "You know what I mean."

"Amaya..." Sara began hesitantly.

Not liking the sound of that Amaya quickly added, "I want to tell people about this. You in my arms, us both feeling totally at peace. And don't tried to tell me otherwise, I've been watching you sleep, and you've never looked more peaceful. Or beautiful."

There was a brief pause and then Sara again tried to begin, "I-"

"And I want to tell people about just how much I love you." Amaya again interrupted softly, cupping Sara's cheek, "That I think you're smart, funny, beautiful and bad ass. That you're the best Captain I've ever known. The best person I've ever known. I'd do anything for you Sara. Anything. Because regardless of what time and history says about me, or destiny, if such a thing exists, you're perfect for me. We fit. We-"

"You only love me because of Doomworld." Sara said flatly.

"So?" Amaya questioned, "Do you really think that was part of the Legion's plan? Okay, maybe Damien Darhk thought that you might fuck me if he teamed us up together to screw with my relationship with Nathanial, or just because he thought it was hot, or both, but instead we found love. Yes, we were turned into his evil minions, but we love each other the same reasons we did in Doomworld that we do now. Your confidence, cunning, and the fact that you're the most competent member of this crew. And did I mention beautiful and kick ass? Think about it Sara. In a literal nightmare world, where we were put in position to torture us, we found light in the darkness. We were each other's light. Why can't we be there for each other now?"

"Because you'll leave." Sara quickly pointed out, hating the fact that she sounded a bit teary-eyed.

"You could come with me." Amaya again pointed out, "And if not... I... I'd rather truly have you and lose you, then to spend my life wishing that we had truly been together, even if it was only for a short time. Can you honestly tell me you don't feel the same?"

There was a long pause and then Sara softly grumbled, "Let me think about it."

"That's all I ask." Amaya smiled softly, kissing Sara's forehead, "Take all the time you need."


It would have been wrong to say anything else, but the disadvantage of telling Sara to take all the time she needed meant that Amaya had to go without her presence in her bed for a few extremely long, sleepless nights. Which made Amaya feel kind of pathetic, as she had been fined before Doomworld, but ever since then it had felt unnatural to sleep without Sara Lance in her arms. The lack of incredible sex certainly didn't help, Amaya finding herself lying awake at night thinking about knocking on Sara's door and pushing her into an answer. Or approaching her during the day, especially when Sara wouldn't meet her eye. But no, Amaya remained strong and gave Sara the space she needed, and eventually she was rewarded for it.

Namely by Sara walking into her quarters unannounced and abruptly questioning, "You said you would do anything, right?"

Amaya blinked at the abruptness of the question, but quickly caught on to what Sara was saying, and simply nodded, "To truly be with you? Yes. I'd-"

"Then I want your ass." Sara interrupted, before further explaining, "You may have made me your bitch in Doomworld, but in the real world, I'm no one's bottom. I'm a switch. That means I want to top you just like you topped me."

"Okay." Amaya said.

"What?" Sara frowned.

"I said okay." Amaya smiled softly, "You didn't think I'd say yes, did you?"

"Well, no. At least not as quickly." Sara admitted, "I thought I'd at least have to talk you into it."

Amaya shrugged, "I thought you might do something to try and scare me off. Although I would have hoped you would have known by now it wasn't so easy to scare me."

"I don't want to scare you off. I just..." Sara trailed off momentarily, before sighing, "You clearly see me as something I'm not. And maybe you want me to be that thing. But, before I even consider letting us be a thing romantically, I want to make sure I can have you in every way I want."

"You've got it." Amaya promised, getting off of her bed, walking over to Sara, "I'm yours Sara. You can have me in any way you want."

"Even if that means taking it up the ass?" Sara questioned.

"Even if that means taking it up the ass." Amaya confirmed, before smiling wickedly, "On one condition?"

"What?" Sara asked cautiously.

"You wear a butt-plug while doing it." Amaya grinned wickedly.

Sara was a little taken aback by this, then pointed out, "But, but this is about me topping you."

"No, this is about you proving you can. But you can't, and when you prove that, I want your ass nice and ready for fucking so I can put you back in your place." Amaya teased with another wicked grin as she stepped forward into Sara's personal space.

"I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to goad me into making a mistake, and it's not going to work." Sara smirked, failing to hide how impressed she was.

"If it would be a mistake, does that mean you admit it would be too distracting for you." Amaya grinned, "What's the matter Sara? Would you not be able to stop thinking about me stretching your ass even wider, if you had a plug in that pretty little ass? Huh? Would it be just too distracting for you? Do you admit you couldn't top me that way?"

Sara glared at the other girl for a few long seconds, then grumbled, "Fine, but only to prove you wrong."

"We'll see." Amaya smirked, before suggesting, "Now why don't you lean against the wall while I pick out a nice big butt-plug for you? Then get some lube and-"

"I have a better idea." Sara interrupted, heading over to the side panel.

With yet another wide grin on her face Amaya watched Sara's sexy little ass wiggle as she walked, then she giggled as Sara tried to hide that ass from her. And more importantly, what Sara was doing to it. Because shortly after she entered in the codes necessary to the panel so that butt-plug appeared on top of it Sara turned around to face Amaya, and then somehow pushed the hand holding the plug into those incredibly tight jeans and then pushed the unlubed toy straight up her ass. Sara even very maturely stuck out her tongue, prompting Amaya to grin again and close the distance between them and almost literally shoved her tongue down Sara's throat.

Sara 'countered' this attack almost immediately by turning them around and pushing Amaya up against the wall while making the kiss even more needy. Because God, Sara had missed these lips, and this perfect body, and well, everything. Which was pathetic really. It had only been a few days, but she had been aching for Amaya the entire time, the only thing keeping her away being her own fears and insecurities. Well, mostly. There was also the fact that Amaya had to go back to her time at some point, but at that moment that seemed like a trivial reason to stop herself from kissing Amaya from this time, so grateful to be able to do that again for the next few minutes, before moving down to Amaya's neck.

Then Amaya suddenly giggled, causing Sara to frown, pull back and asked, "What?"

"Nothing." Amaya said unconvincingly, before admitting, "I was just wondering if this was part of your plan to push me away?"

"Shut up!" Sara grumbled, kissing her passionately again before manoeuvring her to the bed and pushing her down on it, "Take off your clothes! All of them!"

Those words weren't nearly as commanding as Sara would have liked, and Amaya seem to giggle and grin at both them and pretty much shrugged them off. Well, she did take off her clothes, but she did it slowly and confidently, capturing Sara's attention for a few long seconds. Then Sara came to her senses and, albeit after Amaya had finished stripping, by taking off her own clothes just as slowly and confidently. Then thankfully got Amaya to stop grinning and just stared lustfully at her for maybe a few minutes, although then that grin returned briefly as Sara started to crawl her way onto the bed, only to be suddenly stopped by the other woman.

"Wait!" Amaya said abruptly, before smiling wickedly, "Turn around. Mmmmmmmm, I wanna see that butt-plug stuffed ass."

Sara glared, and then pouted, "But I'm supposed to be the one in charge."

"I don't care, turn around. Now!" Amaya ordered firmly, leading to a few long seconds of the two women staring at each other, then predictably the battle of wills ended with Sara grumbling as she did as she was told, which in turn had Amaya chuckling with delight, "Yes, that's it. Ohhhhhhhhh Sara, you have the sexiest little ass I've ever seen. Mmmmmmmm, especially when you've got a little toy sticking out of it like this. Mmmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhh, and you even picked out a black butt-plug without having to be asked, so the contrast of it against your skin is even more striking. Just like it is when I fuck your slutty little ass hole with my big black strap-on. Mmmmmmmm, but I wouldn't say no to a better view. Yes Sara, reach back and spread your cheeks. Ohhhhhhhh yesssssssss, nice and slow. Oh Sara, that's so good. So right. Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck, now bend over. Bend over nice and slow and show me that plug sticking out of your butt hole in all it's glory. Getting you ready for me to fuck. Oh Sara, you're so good at pleasing your top."

"You'll pay for this." Sara grumbled, albeit after she had obeyed each one of those commands.

"Maybe." Amaya said dismissively, "But first, why don't you lie down so I can worship that beautiful body of yours? After all, if we're turning the tables here, it's only fair to give me a turn tasting you."

Which was exactly what Sara had been planning, partly because she thought it might scare the other woman off, although that seemed less likely given Amaya was now the one to suggest it. Of course suggesting it, and doing it, were two very different things, so time will tell whether Amaya would be able to follow-through or not. Either way Sara straightened up and made her way over to the bed, trying her best to forget how easily Amaya had topped her again when she was supposed to be in charge, something she wouldn't have tolerated for anyone else, and yet it felt so right to humiliate herself like that for Amaya. Hell, she had barely even hesitated or complained, her only real protest coming in the form of an embarrassingly deep blush.

She just about managed to avoid blushing, despite another grin from Amaya, as she got onto the bed, crawled her way up it and Amaya's body and then kissed the other woman again. They barely got started before Amaya turned Sara onto her back and after maybe about another minute of just kissing the brunette moved her lips down to the blonde's neck. Which wasn't so bad, as it was pretty normal behaviour even for a bottom, but it was another example of Amaya making decisions of what to do and when to do it, which still made her seem more like the top in this scenario. Which should have been annoying, but instead Sara found it exciting, God help her.

Amaya could tell that, and it made her very happy. She had meant what she said before, there was nothing she wouldn't do at this point to be with Sara Lance, and if Sara truly wanted to be switches she would learn to live with that. However Amaya truly believe that wasn't what Sara wanted from her. It may have been that way with her other lovers, but with Amaya it seemed Captain Sara preferred to be a bottom. Probably because of their time in Doomworld, but the why didn't really matter to Amaya. All that mattered now was proving they belong together, with Amaya as the top and Sara as her perfect little bottom. Which Amaya would do, regardless of how she would need to achieve that.

This part at least was easy, as it just involved kissing Sara's neck, something she had done many times now, and thanks to their past lives in Doomworld she could remember doing countless times. Especially when she started licking, sucking and most of all biting down on the sensitive flesh she found there, Amaya taking great delight in marking her territory. Which caused Sara to cry out happily, despite that these weren't the actions of a bottom. Next came something trickier, namely kissing her way down Sara's body to her boobs. Well, physically it was easy, but this was nearing unexplored territory, and something Amaya had only done a few times before. And then it was very different.

On the few times she had done this it wasn't her main focus, and Sara had been too distracted to really tell what she had been doing, given that her Captain had been busy bouncing up and down her strap-on and begging to be allowed to cum. It had been so fun to tease her by playing with her tits, Amaya even straining her neck so she could use her mouth on them, but this was different. This was now the only thing that was happening, Amaya feeling nervous as she gently kissed her way up one breast and took a nipple into her mouth. The moan Sara let out was really encouraging though, and Amaya soon relaxed and just did what came naturally to her. What Sara had done to her so many times now.

Which involved a few long minutes of sucking and licking that nipple before slowly making her way to the other one, kissing her way down that boob and up the other in the process. She even spent some time kissing the flesh surrounding Sara's nipples to tease her lover even more, although of course what was even more effective was when Amaya increased the force of her licking and sucking of those nipples, which again got a very positive response out of her Captain. Which continue to be the case even as Amaya again found a way to be a top by biting down on those sensitive bundles of flesh. And although what she was about to do next definitely felt like a bottom thing Amaya surprisingly found herself more excited than she was nervous.

"Lower! Mmmmmmm, I want your mouth lower." Sara moaned, trying to make it sound like an order instead of begging, and mostly succeeding, "I want you to eat my cunt! Come on, Amaya, you want to date me? Oooooooooh fuck, be in a lesbian relationship? Then you got to learn to eat pussy. Or at least remember how. Ohhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhh, you remember how it was in Doomworld, right? How most of the time I would be the official rug muncher in our relationship, but occasionally you would just go to town on my twat? Well that's what I want now. Yes, that's it! Lower! Lower, yessssssssss, come on fuck me, fuck me Amaya, oooooohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk yeeeeeeessssssss!"

Sara had enjoyed the oh so rare attention to her tits, at least with that being the focus as the past few weeks Amaya had only done it while fucking her with her fingers or a toy, mostly a strap-on up the butt. However what she wanted even more was Amaya's mouth on her cunt, and she wasn't afraid to let her lover know about it. Especially as the other woman used a bit more force than she would have liked on her tits, which she did like, it was just not the actions of a bottom as it made Sara feel submissive. Thankfully it didn't take much for Amaya to oblige, kissing her way down Sara's stomach until Amaya was in between her legs, her hot breath tickling her cunt.

For a few agonising seconds Amaya continued teasing her like that, then just as Sara was getting desperate Vixen stuck out her tongue over The White Canary's cunt, slowly working her way from the bottom to the top and then lingering on Sara's clit. Amaya then repeated this process over and over again, albeit without lingering on Sara's clit at the end. It was still more than enough to have Sara crying out, gasping and moaning in pure pleasure. Maybe not as loudly as she had done during the first long lick, but it was still more than satisfying after being denied this particular pleasure for so long, prompting Sara to relax and remember the good old days when she was receiving this regularly.

Namely when Sara had been seducing her way across time, introducing as many women as she could to the joys of lesbian sex. Which was a public service really, as what else was there for women to do for pleasure before TV and movies came along. Hell, a lot of those women hadn't even been permitted to read, making them all too eager to try new things. And occasionally go to the future, were Sara would be the one learning new things. Mostly though Sara had been the seductress. Even before travelling through time she had travelled the world and seduced plenty of beautiful women, and many of them were even great pussy lickers, or became great under her tutelage. And yet, none of them could compare to Amaya and Nyssa.

It certainly hadn't been a regular thing, but it was always more special with them, despite the fact that in Amaya's case it wasn't even real. No, they were just false memories of another Sara, an evil Sara, in a world crafted by her greatest enemies. This was the first time Amaya was going down on her, and Sara really should focus on it, but she couldn't stop thinking about Doomworld. Or the terrifying reality that she had only felt this way once before, namely when Nyssa al Ghul was licking her cunt. True, Amaya was a little unsure of herself despite her memories clearly guiding her, whereas Nyssa had been all confidence right from the start, but it didn't take long for Amaya to catch up, and then it became difficult to avoid begging for more. Then ultimately, impossible.

Amaya knew that she should be more nervous considering this was her first time licking pussy, but it really didn't feel like it, as her memories of Doomworld had never been more vivid, and thankfully guided her. Well, that and of course remembering just what an amazing job Sara had done going down on her. And even a few of her boyfriends, for that matter. Oh yes, Amaya was ridiculously confident in her skills considering this was technically her first time, which served her extremely well given the moans, gasps and whimpers that Sara let out. Also she actually got Sara to shut up and just enjoy what was happening to her, at least for a little while. Which of course, didn't last.

"More!" Sara whined, "More, more, more. Oh God Amaya, give me more, oooooohhhhhhh fuck!"

Before Sara could really get a rhythm going Amaya lingered her tongue against the other woman's clit, which once again silenced her Captain. Or more accurately, made her completely lose her train of thought and once again just become a gasping, moaning and whimpering mess. Which continue to be the case for quite a while, and then when Sara did inevitably regain the ability to speak the process was repeated with Amaya spending longer and longer on her Captain's clit until she was taking it into her mouth and sucking it. Which in turn caused Sara's legs to wrap around her head and the hand gently stroking her hair to push downwards, slowly trying to get more from her. But Amaya ignored it. Oh yes, if Sara wanted to cum she was going to have to literally beg for it.

In the meantime Amaya savoured the flavour which was pure Sara Lance, and anticipated her first taste of girl cum. Again technically this was her first taste of pussy, and Amaya should have been more nervous about it, but she liked to think that even if she didn't have vivid memories of loving this taste there would be no doubt in her mind that Sara Lance would be tasty. And there was just something about this woman which made you ache to taste her, at least in Amaya's experience. Which probably served Sara well back when she was seducing her way across time. But those days were over now, Amaya would see to that. Oh yes, this yummy treat was hers alone to enjoy, and Amaya would do anything to make sure that Sara knew it.

Maybe that would involve doing this more often. Like, every day. In fact Amaya briefly questioned why the Doomworld versions of them hadn't been doing this more often. Then she remembered just how good Sara was at eating pussy, and just how amazing her ass was, and suddenly it all made sense again. But more than those valid reasons, it had been incredibly important to keep the Doomworld version of Sara in-line, and the same would no doubt be true for the real version. Besides, Amaya liked reinforcing that this was only saved for a special occasion, when Sara had been particularly good. However she would look forward to those special occasions like this, and enjoy them to their fullest.

Sara definitely agreed with the wanting to enjoy this to it's fullest. In fact that was true for most things about sex. However she would much rather this be a more regular thing. After all, that was the joy of being a switch, that you could enjoy a variety of different things on ideally a regular basis. Hell, just a little more regularly would be nice, especially now that Sara knew that Amaya could remember just how she liked to be licked. Oh yes, Amaya remembered perfectly, a fact which Sara savoured for what felt like an eternity, but ultimately she needed more, and eventually an increasing attention to her clit just wasn't going to cut it any more. No, she needed to cum, no matter what it took.

At first Sara tried putting on her best Captain voice and ordering, "Make me cum! Mmmmmmm yesssssssss, that feels so good, sooooooooo goooooodddddd, mmmmm, but I need more. I need to cum. Please Amaya, make me cum! I know you know how, oooooooooh, so do it! Fuck me! Mmmmmmmmm, fuck me with your tongue, ohhhhhhhhhhh, tongue fuck me, ooooooooohhhhhh, just fuck me hard and make me cum you bitch!"

Which of course didn't work. Because why would it? Amaya clearly had no intention of truly bottoming to her without a fight, and normally that would be no problem for Sara. Hell, she was in the perfect position to make herself cum. All she had to do was pressed little more forcefully on the back of Amaya's head and started grinding her cunt into her face. Or vice versa, and maybe use her legs too so she could really grind Amaya's face into her pussy. Or she could even flip them over so she was sitting on Amaya's face, which was easily one of her favourite things while topping a woman. But no, for some reason it was important for Amaya to be the one to make Sara cum, and for that Sara knew exactly what she had to say.

So after a few long minutes of postponing the inevitable Sara pleaded, "Please make me cum Amaya! I'm begging you, oooooooh, I'm begging you to make me cum! Please? Please, please, please, ohhhhhhhh Goooooooddddddd fuckkkkkkkkk, make me cum make me cum make me cum aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeessssssssss, oh fuck me, oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh, fuck me, yeahhhhhhhhhhhh! FUCK ME!"

Thankfully Amaya did show her at least some mercy by shoving her tongue as deep inside her pussy as it could go almost right after Sara started begging for what she so desperately needed. Although even that was good and bad, as Sara was completely unprepared for it, despite Doomworld Amaya doing it many times. Or more accurately Sara remembered that version of Amaya doing it. Not that it really matters. All that important right now was the fact that it was a little embarrassing to cum so quickly, and definitely not the actions of a top, or even a switch. Although Sara had to admit, it was hard to care when she was being bombarded by ecstasy.

Unsurprisingly given their track record together, even just in this timeline, Amaya effortlessly made Sara cum again, and again and again. What was more impressive was the fact that Amaya was able to swallow most of Sara's cum, at least at first, making Sara weirdly proud of her. And proud of herself, as she was more than a little responsible for this. Mostly though she was just hoping that again this would become more regular thing, and that she would be able to get back into the mindset of a top, and that Amaya would leave her some strength to do it, and most importantly for Amaya just to keep fucking her regardless of the consequences.

Amaya had to pull out her tongue immediately after she shifted into Sara's pussy so she could swallow as much as of the other woman's cum as possible. To her credit she was able to get the majority of the girl cum, and not just for that orgasm, but for the ones which directly followed it. Which of course couldn't last, but it was still impressive. More importantly in between each of those climaxes Amaya was able to shove her tongue back inside of Sara's cunt and fuck her with it. Not very long, but it was very satisfying, and again it made Amaya want to do this more often, something she found herself thinking over and over again as she continued tongue fucking Sara through orgasm after orgasm.

While Amaya would have been happy to do that for the rest of the night, and maybe indefinitely, it just didn't feel like the actions of a top. Which might be the Doomworld version of her talking, but whatever the case she felt compelled to eventually switch her tongue for a couple of fingers, Amaya easily pushing two right from the start into Sara's welcoming twat and starting to pound her hard and deep, with the same kind of results as before. Which became even more effective when she added a third finger, and started rubbing her thumb against Sara's clit. Or better yet, taking that clit into her mouth and sucking on it. Oh yes, Sara loved that, and so did Amaya.

Honestly Amaya loved it all, but perhaps her favourite was crawling her way up Sara's body so she could stare into her lover's eyes while she continued fingering her through her climaxes. Now that was a top thing to do, and the best part was that Sara didn't complain. No, the mighty White Canary, master assassin and Captain of this ship, just whimpered pathetically and continued to cum for her. She also gave Amaya this look, which made it impossible for her not to lean in and press her lips to hers. Which meant she could no longer stare at her beautiful face, and into those pretty blue eyes, but it was actually kind of worth it to further cement her taking control again. Especially as Sara was tasting her own cum and pussy cream on Amaya's lips and tongue.

For the next few minutes Amaya went back and forth between kissing Sara and just staring at her while fucking her, then for better or for worse the Captain remembered who was supposed to be in charge here and roughly grabbed Amaya's hand and pulled her fingers out of her cunt. There were a few long seconds where the two women just stared at each other, then Sara pushed Amaya's own fingers against her mouth, making it very clear what she wanted her to do. Initially Amaya was reluctant to do as she was being told, but ultimately she decided to let Sara have this one. Mostly because she wanted more of that heavenly flavour, but also then because she would have the chance to feed it to Sara again, which Amaya gleefully took.

"Bend over." Sara then ordered softly, letting go of Amaya so she could take her fingers out of her mouth and reply.

"One condition?" Amaya softly pushed.

"What?" Sara asked softly.

"We only go through with this, if it's what you really want?" Amaya questioned firmly, even though it wasn't really a question.

Sara nodded her head in agreement, more than half expecting that to be the final straw, and Amaya to immediately back out. Instead the other woman got on all fours, pointing that gorgeous black ass of hers at Sara, with the boldness that she wouldn't have thought any woman from the 40s would be capable of, maybe especially not Amaya Jiwe. To be fair, there was no way the blonde would inflict anal sex on the brunette, or anyone, without giving her a rim job first. At least not for a first time. It was just the perfect way to put someone in the mood. And Sara loved it. Hell, she loved it so much, that she had talked Amaya into trying this before, which was probably why she didn't mind it now.

For better or for worse Sara tried to push Amaya into throwing in the towel by grabbing a strap-on, and then slowly attaching it, and covering it with lube. However Amaya just gave her this look which made her feel like a petulant child, trying and failing to act tough. Which should have had no effect on her, because Sara was a bad ass top, and just a bad ass for that matter, but somehow it worked, and she felt like a child about to be on the naughty step. Or spanked. Which officially made her blush, and to get things back on track by getting down by her pray, where she could get the best possible look at that black booty. Oh God, she really should have been eating it, and fucking it, a lot more often. Which was a mistake that she was determined to correct now.

After admiring this prize for a few long seconds Sara pressed a long, lingering kiss to Amaya's right butt cheek, then her left, and then back and forth between them. Which admittedly wasn't much of a top thing to do, but she was trying to make her prim and proper girlfriend feel comfortable. Besides, it wasn't that long before she spread those cheeks, and slid her tongue over the other woman's butt hole with a long, slow lick, which was then repeated over and over again. Oh yes, Sara gave Amaya a long, drawn-out rim job. In fact, it was fun to see that she became completely lost in it. So much so she forgot about the dildo around her waist, and just concentrated on sliding her tongue up and down, and eventually around that forbidden hole.

It was only when she automatically started to try and tongue fuck that incredibly tight hole, and not getting very far with it, that she realized why. Realized what she was supposed to do. What she had to do. So Sara reluctantly pulled her mouth away from that tasty treat, spat onto Amaya's ass hole a few times for good measure, and then replaced her tongue with a finger. Of course, she put the finger into her mouth first to get it nice and wet, but then she was pushing a finger slowly into Amaya's butt, something which caused both women to cry out. The difference was Sara's cry was of pure pleasure, while Amaya's was a mixture of that and pain. Which made Sara feel guilty, but not enough to stop. No, she pushed a finger all the way inside, and then fucked her with it.

Then after about a minute of that Sara softly asked, "Do you like that?"

"Not particularly." Amaya answered honestly, before quickly adding, "But I can take more... if that's what you want."

There was a brief pause, then Sara pushed, "What if I told you the more. I wanted to give you, was my dick?"

"I would say that you're a liar." Amaya said firmly, after taking a deep breath, gambling everything on this theory, "I would say that you don't want to give me anything, except that strap-on. Actually, I think you want me to take it from you, and then make you bend over. Because maybe you were a switch, once upon a time, but now? Now you're a bottom. My pure bottom, who loves it up the ass."

Another pause, this one long, and then Sara questioned softly, "Is, is that what you think?"

"Maybe?" Amaya answered truthfully, before correcting herself, "Yes?"

"Which is it?" Sara pushed.

Another brief pause, then Amaya said, "Yes."

"And you'd rather fuck my ass, then get yours fucked?" Sara questioned.

"Yes." Amaya answered, this time without hesitation.

Yet another pause, this one the longest yet, and then with a deep breath Sara pulled her finger out of Amaya's butt, and murmured, "Well then, it's pretty clear what happens next."

Amaya disagreed, as Sara was being deliberately cryptic, both with her words and actions. She wasn't bending over right now, like she should be, but she wasn't ramming that strap-on up Amaya's ass either. No, she simply moved back, and started sucking on her finger, cleaning it thoroughly while staring at Amaya, while the other woman cautiously straightened herself up, and turned around. The two women then stared at each other for a few long seconds, before the superhero simply known as Vixen cautiously closed the distance between them, and then after another pause removed the strap-on dildo from The White Canary's waist, and attached it around her own. As Sara did nothing to stop her Amaya smiled widely, and then kissed the other woman, who didn't hesitate to kiss back.

This was extremely welcomed by both parties, but especially the Captain, as it was clear that she was very undecided in that moment about what she wanted, about what she should do, and It seemed only right to ease her into it. Hell, Amaya didn't even take over the kiss, at least not right away. No, instead it quickly became the most equal kiss they'd ever had, lasting for several long minutes, which felt like hours. Then Amaya moved her lips down to Sara's neck, while sliding a hand to the other woman's ass, gentle squeezing it and making her moan. And then again when she grabbed onto the handle of the butt-plug which was still buried in between Sara's meaty cheeks.

She then paused for a few long seconds, allowing Sara to anticipate this moment, before she slowly began pulling the plug out of the other woman's butt hole, resulting in another cry of pleasure. It was followed by more cries, along with moans ,gasps and whimpers as Amaya pushed that butt-plug back into Sara's slutty little ass, allowing her to once again sodomizing her Captain. Honestly, it was more preparation than this anal loving bottom needed, but it was fun, and it was making it easier on her lover. After all, it couldn't be easy for someone as proud as Sara Lance to swallow her pride, and accept this was what she really wanted. To accept she really wanted to be butt fucked like the little anal whore she was. Oh yes, it couldn't be easy, so Amaya continued teasing this anal bitch into it.

Admittedly, she was also having a lot of fun doing it, especially when she turned Sara forcefully around so she could admire her prize. She had a lot of fun marking her territory by biting into Sara's neck, and kissing her while fucking her in the ass, but Amaya wanted a close up look at the toy sliding in and out of that supposedly forbidden hole. Especially as soon she wouldn't have such a close up look. Although she was looking forward to what she would get. Which was why she eventually pulled the butt-plug all the way out of Sara's ass, and then pressed it to her lips. Specifically, the brunette pressed the toy against the blonde's lips, allowing her commanding officer to once again to taste her own ass.

Which she generously allowed her to savour for a few long seconds, before smacking that big white booty, to emphasize her next command, "Bend over, you hot little bitch! Oh yeah, give me your slutty little ass like the bottom you are!"

Sara blushed furiously at that command, mostly because she didn't hesitate to obey it. Oh God, not only did she immediately bent over, but she then reached back, and spread her cheeks wide apart, offering up her most private hole to be used as a fuck hole. It was an offer which Amaya admired for a few long seconds, with a wicked smirk on her face, before pressing the tip of the strap-on cock against Sara's back door and slowly but surely pushing forwards, effortlessly causing that slutty little ass hole to stretch for her. Which it kept doing until it was wide enough to allow the head of that dildo to slide inside it, Vixen once again anally penetrating The White Canary.

This caused both 'Legends' to cry out in pure pleasure, with The White Canary's cry drowning out Vixen's. Which again caused Amaya to grin wickedly in delight, as it should, as she savoured that sound, and allowed both of them to savour the moment. She then started pushing inch after inch of that big dick into Sara's back hole and deep into her back passage, stretching it wide and deep in the way she loved. The way that she been addicted to, ever since Nyssa took her anal cherry. And when Amaya had done it. Yes, only one of those happened in this timeline, but in that moment they both felt wonderfully real. And the false memory felt particularly appropriate, given what she was currently experiencing.

Admittedly, it wasn't all sunshine and roses. After all, that was her shit-pipe. It was supposed to be an exit only hole, and this extreme misuse hurt at first, especially during the anal penetration, and butt stuffing. However, Sara had been so frequently sodomized by Nyssa and recently Amaya, and had years’ worth of memories of being butt fucked by this wonderful woman in Doomworld, that even that pain only added to her enjoyment. Which was extremely twisted and humiliating, but that was why she loved it. And the complete and total submission she felt. Oh God, it was heaven, one that Sara got to experience for a long time, as Amaya stuffed her rectum full of cock as slowly as possible.

It was in that moment, long before she felt the true pleasure this had to offer, both from the hard anal pounding, and the incredible orgasms that were to come, that the mighty Sara Lance broke completely. She knew on some level it had been important to her to at least stay a switch, but in that moment she wasn't sure why, when this amazing pleasure was her reward for submission. Maybe it was something about wanting to return the favour? Or the belief that she needed to top if she was going to stay Captain, or even keep being a superhero? Whatever the case, it no longer seemed relevant, as now the only thing that Sara wanted to do was take it up the ass for the rest of her life. And maybe more importantly than that, be Amaya Jiwe's anal bitch.

Amaya could have never imagined wanting another woman to be her anal bitch, but now she had never wanted anything more. Not even becoming the totem bearer and defending her people, and the rest of the world, from evil. More importantly, she wanted, no, she needed Sara Lance to be her anal bitch. Oh yes, this woman was perfect for that role. Even if she didn't have vivid memories of her perfectly performing that role, Amaya now have vivid memories of it in this timeline, and was currently proving that to be the case as she stuffed that perfect little white ass full of cock, and this total butt slut was crying out, whimpering, and even moaning in pure pleasure the entire time, making it very clear that Sara had been designed for this.

That wasn't simply a exaggeration, it was literally like Sara Lance was put on this Earth to take it up the butt, because not only did she have an insatiable desire for it, but her ass looked like it had been made for it. It was just so, perfect. Well-rounded without being fat and yet somehow still firm at the same time, with a slutty little fuck hole in between those cheeks which was allowing her cock to slide inside it like a hot knife through butter, and yet somehow, there was still a pleasant tightness. Oh yes, Sara Lance was born to be an anal loving bottom, and it was a tragedy she ever thought she would be anything else. Something which Amaya promised herself she would correct now.

She was off to a good start, given the way that Sara immediately kept her cheeks spread throughout the butt stuffing, allowing Amaya to get the perfect view of inch after inch of her big dick sliding into that ass hole and then deep into the other woman's rectum. Then Sara kept spreading them as Amaya's thighs came to rest against her butt cheeks, announcing that every inch of the dildo was buried deep within her bowels. And then again when, after savouring that precious moment for a few long minutes, Vixen started pumping her hips back and forth, causing her strap-on to slide in and out of The White Canary's butt hole. Oh yes, the black woman butt fucked the white woman, and both of them loved every single second of it.

Especially Sara, who continued crying out, whimpering, and moaning in pure pleasure like the total butt slut she was. Something Amaya was aching to taunt her about, but she was just so lost in this wonderful moment, and the beautiful sight in front of her, she couldn't speak. All she could do was fuck the other woman in the ass. Her Captain! Oh God, she was fucking her Captain up the butt, and trying to turn her into her anal bitch! That was what she wanted, more than anything, ever, and she was determined to get it. And in that moment, the best way to do it seemed to be giving Sara Lance the longest, most thorough ass fucking possible. Or maybe she just wasn't capable of doing anything else in that moment.

Sara appreciated that nice thorough butt fucking, she really did, because a big part of her wanted this to last forever. However, another part of her wanted more, which was why she found herself greedily pumping herself back against the dildo already. Something which had Amaya chuckling wickedly, before pushing Sara's hands out of the way, and smacking those meaty cheeks, wanting her to slow her role. In response, The White Canary looked over her shoulder, grinned wickedly at Vixen, and just started bouncing her booty back against the big dick abusing her butt over again. Partly because she loved to defy authority, but mostly because her inner anal slut was taking over.

"You want more already? Mmmmmmmm, you know what you have to do." Amaya taunted, with another few smacks to Sara's ass.

While she had an idea, Sara tried to simply get away with begging, "Fuck me, mmmmmmmmm yessssssssss, fuck my ass! Fuck my slutty little ass harder! Harder! Please? Oh please, ooooooooooooh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, mmmmmmmmm, fuck my ass hard and deep, and make me cum. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhh, pound me! Pound fuck my shit hole and make me cum like a bitch! Oh fuck yeah, ah fuck! Make me cum like a little bitch with a dick in my ass. Please? Oh God, fuck me Amaya! Fuck me you bitch! Mmmmmmmm, oooooooooooh fuckkkkkkkkkk, slam my shit-pipe and make me your bitch, if you can! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmmm Gooooooooooooddddddddd, fuck me, fuck me and make me cum fuck me and make me cum fuck me and make me cum, AH FUCK! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh Goooooooooodddddddddddd!"

To her surprise and delight Amaya did increase the pace somewhat, and for the briefest of moments Sara thought she would get what she wanted, without having to do more than that. But she should've known her woman better than that. To be fair, the old Amaya would've never made it this far, while the one that was strongly influenced by the events of Doomworld was clearly taking a page out of her evil self's playbook, by pushing Sara extremely close to climax, but not far enough to truly be satisfying. Well, it felt amazing, but the kind of amazing which was torturous, and especially the longer it went on for. And whenever the blonde tried to increase the pace she was effortlessly stopped by the brunette.

It was kind of a turn on, to be quite honest. Sara had taken the best Nyssa al Ghul had to give, and it never compared to this. Admittedly, Nyssa had never tried to break her. No, she enjoyed her defiance. So did the Doomworld version of Amaya, for that matter. But this version of Amaya would apparently be satisfied with nothing less than total submission, and in that moment, Sara was very, very tempted to give it to her. After all, she had been fighting for so long, and so hard, that the idea of total submission seemed blissful. Although what was also blissful was anally induced orgasms, so when it came down to it, Sara honestly wasn't sure whether she meant the next words that came out of her mouth, or not. And really, it didn't matter to her. No, all that really mattered was that she would get to cum nice and hard, and frequently.

"I'll be your bitch!" Sara finally said, when she was desperate enough, "I'll be a bottom. Mmmmmmmmm, I'll be a pure bottom! Oooooooooooh yesssssssssss, I'll be a pure fucking bottom, mmmmmmmmm, who loves it up the ass! Oh God Amaya, I love it up the ass! I do! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck, I really, really do. And yes, ooooooooooooh, I'll be your bitch! I'll be your little anal bitch! Your little ass whore! Your little butt slut! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk, I'll be anything you want me to be, just make me cum! Ah fuck, make me cum make me cum MAKE ME CUM AH FUCK! Oh yes, anything you want! I'll be yours! All yours! Just please, let me cum!"

"You'll be mine?" Amaya pushed

"Yes!" Sara quickly agreed.

"100%?" Amaya questioned.

"Uh-huh, mmmmmmmmmm, 100%." Sara whimpered.

"That you'll never, ever top again." Amaya further pushed.

"Never, ever." Sara agreed.

"You'll be a bottom, for all time?" Amaya grinned, quickly adding, "You'll be MY bottom, for all time?"


"Then cum, bitch!" Amaya ordered, "Mmmmmmmm yesssssssss, I want to see my bitch cumming for me."

Finally Sara was let off the leash, and she frantically bounced her butt back against the big strap-on cock at a rapidly increasing pace, into she was using every ounce of her own strength to brutalize her back door. More importantly, Amaya was doing the exact same thing, so in that wonderful moment, the two women were working together to completely destroy Sara's ass hole. Of course, long before then The White Canary experienced the kind of overwhelming climax she'd only ever received from anal sex. And that incredible orgasm was followed by another, and another, and another, until she completely lost the ability to think coherently. And her last coherent thought was that truly being nothing but a bottom suddenly seemed very appealing.

Amaya was more determined than ever before, more than ever, to break Sara Lance, and turn her into nothing but an anal bitch. And more importantly, her anal bitch. She could definitely see the appeal of a defiant Sara, but honestly, she felt no matter how broken this woman became she'd always be a little defiant. The difference was, she didn't want The White Canary to harbour any more delusions about turning the tables on her, No, she wanted her girl to truly accept her place in life, and be happy with it. To accept a girl with an ass this fuck-able couldn't be anything but an anal loving bottom. Something she tried to prove by dishing out a truly brutal rectum wrecking.

Delightfully Sara helped her, pretty much every step of the way, Amaya using her Captain's impressive stamina from years of training against her, as she turned the other woman into a mindless anal whore, frantically ruining her own butt hole. And the results were truly marvellous, with Sara's cum squirting violently out of her cunt, her body trembling, and her screams of ecstasy truly deafening. Of course, Amaya did more than simply deliver a series of hard thrusts. She also spanked that jiggling booty, pulled roughly on that long blonde hair, and of course, dished out the kind of verbal abuse, which she could have never imagined saying before all this, but she knew had such a positive effect on her little anal slut.


Of course, those words, combined with the feeling of those meaty cheeks jiggling against her thighs, the other end of the dildo bashing against her clit and the sheer joy of sodomizing another woman, sodomizing Sara Lance, was too much for poor Amaya. Hell, it was only thanks to those memories of Doomworld that she was able to stop collapsing immediately from the power of her first climax. Although to her credit, that wasn't all. No, she pushed herself through that climax, and several more. For both of them. Oh yes, thanks to their combined efforts, they were able to enjoy a nice long butt fucking, using every ounce of their strength in the process. But would it really be enough to break the infamous Sara Lance?

Honestly Amaya wasn't quite sure, but she would be more than happy to try again. And again, and again, and again. As many times it took to show Sara her true purpose in life. And if it didn't work, so be it. All that truly was important in that moment was being able to fuck this amazing woman's amazing bottom, and everything which came with it. Which was the last coherent thought Amaya had for quite a while, until she woke up to find they had both collapsed with exhaustion, and were now lying in the spooning position, with every inch of her big black cock up that slutty little white ass. Something she savoured for a few long minutes, while peppering Sara's freckled skin in kisses, and grinning wickedly when the equally exhausted woman groaned.

Then Amaya nibbled on Sara's earlobe, and asked softly, "So, are you my bitch?"

"Maybe..." Sara grinned, before crying out softly as Amaya bit down on her earlobe, "I mean, yes. Yes, yes, yes! I'm yours! I'm your bitch!"

"Yeah?" Amaya pushed softly, "Like seriously?"

"Yeah..." Sara blushed, "I kinda think you made me your bitch in Doomworld, and it kind of stuck."

"In that case... prove it!" Amaya challenged, yanking her dildo out of her bitch's ass, "Suck my dick clean, like the little ass to mouth slut you are!"

"Ah fuck!" Sara swore at the loss, and then grinned wickedly, "Oh fuck yeah, mmmmmmmmm fuck! Feed me my own ass! Oooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhhhh, feed me my own slutty little ass! Ah fuck yeah, give me that dick! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gooooooooooddddddddd yeahhhhhhhhhhhh, ah fuck, mmmmmmmmmm fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

Sara pretty much immediately dropped to her knees and positioned herself so her lips were inches away from that ass flavoured dildo. However, instead of taking it into her mouth immediately, like she normally would, she spent the next few seconds begging for it, while looking up at her new top pleadingly. Luckily Amaya quickly worked out what she was asking for, and then with a wide and wicked grin she grabbed hold of the strap-on and Sara's head and bought the two together. Admittedly it would have been better if Amaya had shoved the dick straight into her mouth, and even down her throat, but having the cock being pressed against her lips, was more than enough encouragement for the greedy ass to mouth ho.

Proving that she was very much worthy of that label, Sara moaned loudly and happily the second that butt flavoured dick touched her lips, AKA the first time she tasted it, and then again, except even more loudly and happily, when she took it into her mouth. Especially because at that point, she wasn't just tasting her own ass, but the deepest part of it. Something she savoured for a few long seconds, before beginning to gently bob her head up and down the cock. Wanting to further savour this Sara focused on just a few inches at first, but it was not long before she pushed her mouth down lower and lower, eventually forcing the strap-on dick down her throat.

It was something she was still a little out of practice doing, and as a result choked and gagged quite violently. But she also hadn't forgotten the skills she had learned from men and Nyssa, and could remember perfecting with Amaya, even if most of those memories didn't happen in this timeline. So eventually, after that time, and a lot of breaks to gasp for breath, Sara was able to get the entire length of the cock into her mouth and down her throat. Hell, she even held that position for a few long seconds, just to show off, and then started bobbing her head up and down again, this time on the full length of the strap-on. Something which caused Amaya to chuckle wickedly, stroke her hair, and grin at her.

Unfortunately she didn't offer up any more words of encouragement. But really, what was their left to say at this point? Amaya had won. She had proven her point, beyond a shadow of a doubt, and now there was just no denying it anymore. Sara was a bottom. Or at least, when it came to Amaya Jiwe, she definitely preferred bottoming. Which was embarrassing, especially as given the current state of her now widely gaping ass hole, she might never be able to sit properly again. Or fight the way she used too. But honestly, it would be worth it for that incredible pleasure. And for the privilege of pleasing this dark skinned goddess, something that Sara promised that she would devote the rest of her life too, regardless of the consequences.

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