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Elizabeth Chase Olsen was dressed to thrill at the premiere of Infinity War, as was Scarlett Johansson. The two actresses, who played Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff, knew each other fairly well, even if they had not had many scenes together, so most of their social contact consisted of interacting during movie junkets.
That frustrated Scarlett no end, who had long had her eye on the luscious “Lizzie”, the beautiful and talented actress. Scarjo’s eyes always lingered on the sexy, yet curiously homely, innocent, beauty. Scarlett had even more fully and meticulously studied Olsen’s behaviour, and quickly and easily identified her as a submissive. She was a submissive little bottom if ever she saw one. Shy, a little dorky, and often deferring to others, so eager to please. Perfect. Absolutely perfect, in short.
“Do Anthony and Joe lead you round on a leash?” Scarjo once asked with a wry smirk, referring to Anthony and Joe Russo, the directors of Captain America: Winter Soldier, Captain America: Civil War, and Infinity War. Lizzie laughed, not realising Scarjo was not speaking entirely in jest. It was indeed how she viewed Olsen; a good, sweet, adorable little bottom bitch who performs as instructed.
This was why Lizzie was absolutely perfect for Scarjo; the expressive, ethereal face and wondrous eyes, the long legs combined with pleasingly thick thighs, the succulent yet well proportioned tits, the generous and smooth bum, the smooth pale skin, the nimble and amazingly dextrous fingers, the sweet, gentle nature, the innocent aura, and best of all, the aforementioned delicious desire-to-please subby-ness.
Scarlett wanted Elizabeth, but not as a lover, heck, not even as friend...no. What Scarlett wanted was, for want of a better word, a Girl Toy, a plaything to use as she saw fit. Elizabeth was, in Scarlett’s view, absolutely the perfect play doll. The role of bottom suited her perfectly.
Dressed in a tight white dress, with her cleavage on display, her hair tumbling over her shoulders, her lovely eyes beaming, lips a deep, intense red, Elizabeth Olsen smiled at the cheering crowd, gaining the approval she craved.
Scarjo bit her lip, as she leered at the beautiful blonde doll, and as she eyed her perfectly formed bottom from behind, her thoughts were filled with erotic fantasy...and plans...oh so many perverted plans. Tonight, Scarlett Johannson would take, and have, Elizabeth Olsen.
Scarjo would observe the blonde goddess many times that evening, as the dusk steadily turned to night. Laughing, with that wonderful, charming, radiant smile, speaking to press and media, hugging her co-stars, including Scarlett, who savoured briefly coming into contact with Lizzie’s sensuous body, even as she thought ahead to the more intimate encounter she had planned.
As the premiere After Party winded down, Lizzie, a little drunk and more than a little tired, slowly ambled, her high heels clicking irregularly and somewhat clumsily as she made her way out from the bathroom and into a long, ornate corridor. All that excitement, all that hooplah, had made Lizzie more than a little, well, dizzy, and the corridor seem.even longer.
Scarlett found Lizzie stumbling down the ornate corridor, and moved in. Moments later, the drunken Lizzie was pulled into her orbit and held upright by Scarjo’s firm yet reassuring presence.
“Thank you.” Cooed Lizzie, giggling slightly.
Now is the time, thought Scarlett as she held her object of desire, whispering to her a soft lie, to come to her hotel room, “for a nice little chat”.
Lizzie accepted, and Scarlett, barely able to conceal a wicked, devilish grin, led the actress to her lair, her hotel room, just round the corner, on the way even slyly caressing her thigh as she sleepily rested her head on the considerably more sober Scarlett’s shoulders.
That might seem romantic, perhaps, but romance was certainly not on Scarlett Johannson’s mind.
Leading the tipsy Olsen into her hotel room, Johannson gently sat her down on a single chair, as a lethargic and dozy Olsen immediately curled up, resting her head and sighing. She was just so utterly, absurdly adorable, thought Scarlett, as she went to get something to sober her guest up.
Moments later Scarjo returned, giving the girl a refreshing glass of water.
“Thanks”, Lizzie said, with a soft, sweet smile.
“I did say we would chat, so I want you sober”, Scarjo replied, her voice taking on a more stern tone, which was all part of Scarjo’s carefully evolving game.
“About working together, you and I.”
Lizzie smiled and replied shyly. “Well, that would be cool, I guess, but it kind of needs to be the right project for both of us, doesn’t it?”
Scarjo leaned forward, and looked into Elizabeth’s gentle, innocent, charming eyes.
“I mean now, Elizabeth.” It was here that Johannson changed tack and dialed up her innate dominance, slipping off the genial mask, her husky voice now taking on a deep, authoritative tone, and her body language matched it; standing with one arm on her hip and looking down upon Olsen, who was surprised and now suddenly at a real disadvantage.
“I want to do this now, no ifs or buts. I want us to work together. Is that understood, Elizabeth?”
Scarjo made a point of calling her Elizabeth; such formal language added to the dominating demeanour, she found.
Scarjo looked down upon Olsen, who visibly shrunk before the older woman’s natural alpha status. She was not used to not being addressed as “Lizzie”, as all her friends and fans, and even critics called her Lizzie.
“Just call me Lizzie”, Olsen tried to assert while being friendly, only to be firmly slapped down by Scarlett.
“Elizabeth is what I choose to call you.” Scarlett glared. That deep, husky tone oozed authority.
Olsen was totally stunned and hesitantly paused, the moment lasting seemingly forever as she tried to make sense of her situation.
“But, this seems a bit su-”
Scarjo gripped Olsen’s delicate chin and held it, her eyes piercing into Lizzie’s, stopping the girl mid sentence.
“Now. Because I say so.” That deep, powerful voice, cut through Olsen like a knife.
There was a pause of about 7 seconds as Olsen seemed to try to defy Johanson, but then she caved.
“Ok...ok...seeing as you want it so much, Scarlett.”
“Good girl”, Johanson declared, still holding the girl’s chin, her voice softer to signal approval, which she knew the little bottom Elizabeth always sought.
Elizabeth quivered a little as she surrendered, not fully aware of the depth of Scarlett’s subtle yet potent domination of her, as it pierced her yet left no wound.
“Well, get your sweet ass off the chair and follow me”, Scarjo firmly added, gesturing to her guest, beckoning with her fingers.
Olsen stood up, the water having eased her drunkenness. Scarjo took her hand, again displaying masterful domination, gripping Olsen’s little, nimble fingers, yet always keeping the right side of forceful. She dominated without ever giving Olsen the justification or provocation to fight back.
After just a few steps, Scarjo grabbed Lizzie and easily lifted her off the ground, the Liberal Arts actress’s thick hips making her an easy and comfortable grab.
In a matter of seconds, Scarjo had lifted the surprised Lizzie and moved onto a sofa and, pushing her over the back of it, bent her over and presented her beautiful bubble bottom. Lizzie gasped in surprise and remained bent over. Scarlett motioned behind Liz’s ass, caressing it through her tight white sequin dress.
Liz tried to raise herself only to be firmly pushed back into her “head down, ass up” position.
“Heeyy…” she weakly protested, as Scarlett gripped her hips and stroked her inner thighs.
“You’re going to collaborate with me, Elizabeth, you’re going to give me your best, like a good little girl.” Scarjo’s attitude was firm as a rock, as she pulled up Olsen’s dress and gripped her smooth, white panties, tugging them up betwixt her succulent bottom cheeks.
“Ooh...ooh...what are you...d-doing?” Olsen was confused and surprised, yet, feeling cowled by Scarjo's power, she dared not defy the alpha female who was dominating her.
Scarjo examined Elizabeth’s bum, tracing her fingers along the white panties as she tugged them.
“Plain panties, Elizabeth? I’m so disappointed. Do you know how many men and boys jerk off over you? Do you know how many of your fans want to fuck you?”
“I...I’m a serious actress, I don’t…” Olsen protested, her voice sharpening.
“Oh, come on. All those cock-teasing photo-shoots you do say otherwise.” Scarjo’s tongue struck like a dagger; she knew how to make the cutting remark.
Scarlett savoured the delightful view of the displayed, highly fuckable ass of Elizabeth Olsen.
“God, I love your hot fucking ass, Elizabeth”, Scarjo added, her breath becoming heavy, as her object of desire was now so close to being conquered, indeed was to a great extent already conquered. She tugged hard at the panties, causing them to dig into Olsen’s crotch, the fabric exposing Olsen’s camel toe, the indent of her cunt lips visible to the lustful Scarlett.
Scarjo smiled and licked her lips at the presentation of Elizabeth’s precious pussy before her eyes.
With a sudden jerk, a loud rip filled the air and Elizabeth Olsen’s panties were torn apart, revealing her tight, smooth cunt to Scarlett Johanson.
The older actress gripped Olsen’s hips, and buried her face between the girl’s thighs. Lizzie tried to resist, and that was when Scarlett delivered her coup De grace; skillfully sliding her tongue up Lizzie’s pussy lips, and finding her vulnerable clit, she then slyly circled her tongue around Olsen’s pleasure center.
The blonde Wind River star whimpered as Scarlett’s tongue expertly teased and tormented her sexual engine. She tried to pull away, only for Scarlett, gripping her hips, to pull her bitch back to continue tongue-fucking her.
Scarjo’s skill was masterful, devastating, and Lizzie’s loss of control was rapid; squirming and groaning, unable to escape as the tormenting tongue toyed with her tight little honeypot, her pussy drooled at Scarlett’s command. There was no escape from the pleasure encircling and overpowering her, everytime the blonde tried to move her pussy away from the pleasure, Scarlett countered, pursued, and captured her now quivering cunt, Olsen was her prisoner.
Bent over, ass in the air, with her co-star’s head between her thighs, Elizabeth Olsen whimpered and moaned as her pussy was inexorably eaten by Scarlett Johanson.
The sound of slurping tongue, and moaning female, were the only noises as Johannson turned Olsen’s smooth, displayed crotch into her personal playground. Lizzie writhed over the couch as her cunt wasted little time dripping out her lewd sex juices.
Scarlett pressed deeper, delivering a wonderful maneuver by sucking Elizabeth’s now ultra sensitive clit, circling it and swirling her tongue round it, then flicking it, causing the younger actress to shudder and grunt loudly. “Oh, Fuuuck!!” Lizzie shouted, as the actress who portrayed Black Widow skillfully made her dance to her sexual tune.
“Such bad language, Elizabeth, tut tut”, Scarjo snarked, and then went back to eating Lizzie’s delicious pussy, tracing her tongue along the folds of those now sopping wet lips, and licking every millimetre of Olsen-flavoured pussy, as
Elizabeth succumbed to the mischievous tongue very quickly, her pussy descending into a state of inflamed need for release, and at a deeper level, hunger for cock. She had never been eaten like this before, never been conquered by a woman, or been fucked by a woman. She had always loved being dominated by men, and best of all, fucked by them. But women? Elizabeth had never experienced being come onto by a woman, except for that one dark haired girl at college who playfully tied her up and spanked her ass as part of a sorority “game”. That sparked “odd feelings”, but aside from that incident, it had always been men, and the domination was always discreetly limited to the bedroom.
Until now.
The cruel yet kind tongue was now joined by two precise, skilled fingers, which Scarjo carefully inserted, then slowly screwed around, clockwise then counter-clockwise, making her bitch whimper and groan.
Scarjo was methodical, almost clinical, each twist of her finger in the sopping wet cunt designed to weaken and overwhelm Olsen, even the slightest movement used to pry Olsen open ever further.
“I like working with you, Elizabeth, and I especially like…”
Scarlett slowly rotated two fingers inside the now dripping, squelching twat of the Olsen sister.
“...working you.”
Scarjo’s voice dripped calm, powerful authority, and it penetrated Elizabeth’s mind as surely as the nimble fingers now probing her, wrapping itself around her thoughts, entrapping them, and enslaving them.
Scarjo's invading fingers pumped in and out of Olsen, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
Still bent over and helpless, Lizzie could not summon the will or concentration to resist, she felt so utterly overpowered, physically, sexually, and mentally, as Scarjo licked her clit while fingering her tight, wet twat, in an erotic, devastating pincer movement.
“Ooohhh...Aaah..this...is...Unnh...fuck…”
Scarlett was relentless, utterly unstoppable, Olsen’s thighs were parted wide before her, as Johanson buried her tongue and fingers deep into her vulnerable sexuality, effortlessly seizing control of it.
Elizabeth Olsen certainly had a public image as a sweet, nice girl, but Scarlett Johanson had now reduced her to a bent over, dripping wet, horny slut. Her cunt squelched and slurped as the dominant actress wrecked her exterior of self-control and turned her into a sex toy with laughably casual ease.
The invasive, female fingers probed her and opened her up. She’d been fingered by men, but...oh god, none of them had done anything as potent and ruthless as this to her. She’d never felt a woman enter her before, never considered that the delicate fingers of a woman could toy with her pussy far more brutally than any man. Never considered that she could be opened wide and made to whimper and squirm like a dumb bitch just with the merest tilt and twist of finger. Scarjo cared nothing for Elizabeth’s dignity, instead drowning it in a cacophony of vaginal squelches and slurps.
Screwing her fingers inside Olsen’s tight honeypot, licking and sucking her now very swollen clitoris, teasing and tormenting her expertly, sending sensations into her genitals, then letting them sink in, then tormenting the Elizabethan pussy again.
Elizabeth did, it should be said in her defence, make some feeble efforts to close her legs and retain dignity, but the truth was the pleasure being pushed and licked into her was utterly overwhelming, and had broke or was breaking her will. Scarlett Johansson was born to rule her out of control cunt.
It was after some time of languid, slow, relentless tonguing and fingering, during which Lizzie was constantly edged, and never allowed the release of orgasm, that Scarlett decided to “mark” Elizabeth as her bitch once and for all.
Bent over, with ass and cunt displayed, the defeated Olsen groaned and whimpered, cunt juice dripping copiously down her thick luscious thighs from her finger-fucked and licked snatch.
Her conqueror had left her for a few moments, perhaps to contemplate her defeat.
Returning, Scarlett Johannson her face beaming with smug confidence, fastened her strap-on dildo into place. Its large, black phallus was built to mercilessly smash cunt. Scarjo grinned widely as she stroked the artificial cock with her hands, in a motion that emulated a man jerking off. Elizabeth Olsen was now ripe for the taking, and what a ripe, dripping wet sexual fruit she was. Johanson gripped the displayed, delicious bum and smirked, “I fuck harder than any man”, Scarjo boasted, “I am going…”, Scarlett paused then slowly spoke, her voice full of ruthless intent, “to wreck your dirty cunt, to smash your will, put simply, you are going to be my bitch, Elizabeth.”
“Oh god, oh fuuuck…my pussy…” Olsen saw the strap-on and her eyes widened like saucers. “W-what is that?”, Olsen whimpered, her delightful accent stretching at the pleasure filling her.
“You ever been fucked by a woman, Elizabeth?” Scarjo asked, not that her answer mattered, of course.
“Unnh...No...n-never…” came the weak reply; Lizzie was above all else, desperate to cum, her mind in a dizzy, lustful state.
“Well”, Scarlett announced, her deep sultry voice dripping predatory power as she again gripped Lizzie’s hips, “let me introduce you to it.”
Sliding the big phallus into Lizzie’s tight, drooling fucktunnel, Scarjo could not help but look laugh a little, as she rudely stuffed her co-star.
“Oh, god...oh...oh fuck…” Lizzie stammered as her moist cunt was truly claimed by a woman for the first time.
“Let me enlighten you on the power of a woman with a cock”, Scarjo declared, her husky voice dripping with satisfaction as she made herself comfortable inside her bitch.
Olsen’s eyes were rolling in pleasure as she was filled full of Scarlett’s uncompromising, big black dildo. Elizabeth had fucked herself with dildo’s, of course, as well as vibrators and her other personal toys, but Scarlett’s strap-on was massive, significantly bigger than any cock or dildo Lizzie had been filled with or filled herself with.
Scarjo gripped her and began to thrust in and out of Olsen’s squelchy, tight little pussy. The fucking was intense and merciless, and Scarjo, in full dominant flow, gripped Olsen's beautiful, long hair, using it as a leash as she pumped and pounded her co-star from behind, her hips slamming into the blonde actress violently.
The dildo was truly an extension of Scarlett; it oozed an attitude of “fuck you” as it and Scarlett fucked the shit out of Elizabeth Olsen.
“You’re my bitch now, Elizabeth”, Scarlett announced, as she emphasised her statement by thrusting her hips into Olsen's tight little love hole.
Each thrust became more overwhelming, as Elizabeth could do nothing but groan and whimper, as her body and mind got owned by the older woman.
“You’re going to be my cute little bottom bitch, you’re going to be my fuckpig”, each statement punctuated and emphasized by a vicious, sudden thrust into the squelching cunt of Olsen.
Overwhelmed by pleasure, consumed by her innate need to be dominated, Olsen was now hornier than she had ever been in her life. No man had fucked her like this, no man had so completely dominated her, and none had impaled her with such ruthless ferocity.
Gripping Olsen’s hips and forcing her to be screwed mercilessly, Johannson expertly swayed her hips to ensure Olsen’s vaginal walls were slammed thoroughly
Scarlett was not just fucking her, she was owning her twat completely, which made Elizabeth even more wet. Her cunt throbbed and ached intensely, as much inflamed by the effortless domination as the hardcore, vicious fucking.
Elizabeth Olsen's submissive nature made her the perfect bitch for Scarlett Johannson.
“Oh...god...oh fuck..” the stunned Lizzie gasped as Scarjo’s hips and dildo became the unstoppable force hammering her tight little twat into sexual oblivion, into that place they call “subspace".
Pounding her bitch, Scarjo could not help but pump her right fist into the air in cocky triumph.
“You like being my bitch, Elizabeth?” Followed, of course, by a devastating thrust into that sopping wet, slutty cunt, hitting her G-Spot.
Lizzie grunted loudly like a true fuckpig, as her bum cheeks shook, as her body was shunter forward by the force of ScarJo.
“I...I…”, for a brief moment, Lizzie felt humiliated, but the spearing of her pussy, the feeling of being totally controlled, turned her brain to mush.
Another ramming of her cunt, and Scarlett repeated the question.
“You like being my bitch, Elizabeth?”
“I...Unnnh...Oooh fuck...I love it...unnnh...I...I...need...it...unnnhhh”, she trailed off as her body was violently shunted forward by yet another conquering thrust.
Scarjo grinned broadly as she gripped Olsen’s ass and delivered a righteous impalement of her bitch’s tight twat.
“I...want to be...Unnh...oh fuck...I want to be yours...I need it…”.
This was music to Scarlett Johansson's ears, the woman she had lusted after for so long was now at last her plaything. Hearing Elizabeth Olsen consent to being her toy was just totally glorious, that quivering, cute little American Lizzie voice announcing her surrender to Scarjo’s mighty supremacy. Pure Gold.
Scarjo continued to aggressively fuck Lizzie all night, her ramming of that tight little Olsen cunt, becoming very animalistic, and when she finally allowed her little bitch to cum, Scarjo slapped her bouncy ass as Lizzie groaned and wildly squirted out her girl-cum like the dirtiest whore, her slut-juice spraying all over the chair upon the top of which her displayed bottom rested.
“Unnnh...I...mmmmm...my...Oooh…” Was all the twat-hammered actress could muster from her mouth as she limply rested in a state of total humiliation.
Still bent over the couch, her juices dripping from her thoroughly fucked pussy, the conquered blonde was exhausted and utterly overwhelmed by Scarjo’s spectacular wrecking of her.
“Oooh Fuuuck...that was...amazing…” Olsen murmured, her eyes in that half-sleepy state, as Scarjo lifted her chin, and kissed her forehead affectionately. “Good bitch”, said Scarlett, who followed that up with a deep French kiss, full of passion.
Scarlett picked up Lizzie’s torn, sodden panties, “I’m keeping these”, she said as she walked away, “go back to your hotel room, undress, and sit on your bed naked with your legs wide open, from now on you will address a me as “Mistress”. I will address you however the fuck I like and you will accept it. Scarlett then casually brushed her hair as she Lizzie, hastily trying to tidy herself, left the hotel room, pulling down her white dress before exiting, now pantyless.
It was fortunate Lizzie was wearing a white dress, because it was stained with her own cum and cunt-juice.