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Vicky The Pervert Pt 1 The Game	By : Wendell Urth Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 4600 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Vicky the Pervert
Part 1, The Game
“She sneered that sneer that only Vicky could sneer”
Disclaimer: The Fairy OddParents and all associated characters belong to their respective creators and owners, not me. I receive no compensation whatsoever for this story.

Timmy sat in the bathtub, tepid water up to his belly button, staring down in fear.
Step, step, squeeek.
Step, crack, step.
He knew every creak and moan that the poorly maintained house made when someone climbed the stairs.
In a moment the loose board outside the bathroom would make a crickety sound.
His shoulders hunched in dread. Waiting
Waiting.
Step, chur-rup
He could have locked the door. That would have slowed her down… for maybe a minute. But the door could be sprung by a well-placed shoulder. An angry shoulder.
So, he didn’t lock it. He knew better than to lock any door in the house… when she was there.
She had warned him.
The door knob turned. He held his breath as the door slammed open.
“Hello, twerp. Miss me?” she giggled, raising the bottle of whiskey to her mouth and taking a long sip. Then, “Look at me when I talk to you.” She placed the half empty bottle and phone on the toilet seat, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and stared down at the boy. He tried to look away, but her eyes held his.
“Aren’t you gonna’ say hello to your favorite babysitter… you little turd?”
“Hello… Vicky.” Seeing the look she gave him, he stuttered, “H-h-hello, Vi-Vi-Vicky…” Then, “I meant-nt-t M-M-Miss Vicky”
“Hello Vicky, hello Muh-muh-muh Miss Vi-Vi-V-Vicky,” she said mockingly. She looked at his pink hat and sneered as she lifted the bottle and took another swallow. “Wearing a hat in the bathtub? That’s bad luck!” and she slapped at it, knocking it into the bathwater. She knew how much that upset him. He loved that hat for some stupid reason.
“Stand up. Stand up, stupid. Let me take a good look at you.”
Timmy closed his eyes and began to whisper, chant to himself. He was calling for Cosmo and Wanda, his invisible magic guardians to protect him, to grant his wishes. To take him far away on magic adventures where he could be the hero, where he could escape what was coming. Where he never stuttered…
He distantly felt the hand go around his throat and begin to squeeze. He stood up shakily, keeping his eyes closed so he could remain far away. Outer Space.
“Look at me.” Her whiskey breath was hot on his face.
He opened his eyes and stared into her bloodshot ones. “Better,” she purred.
She reached for the bottle, fumbled for a moment, then took and another swallow. Hiccupped and held the bottle to his lips. He tried to refuse, but you didn’t say no to Vicky when she was drinking. The liquor burned, he coughed as his eyes teared up. A second longer drink burned, but he managed not to gag as much this time.
The bathroom seemed to spin. That was OK. He wasn’t really here. He was far away having fun on Yugopotamia, fighting the King and Queen of the squid people. He was a hero!
Somewhere far away he felt the hot breath on his chest, on his naked wet belly, then on his…
“Let’s see what we have here. Ohhh….” Fingers began poking. “Not such a little boy anymore.” He felt the rasp of a tongue on the tip of his penis, his “boy stuff”. He hated it… or he loved it. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to feel. Sometimes she made him feel so good that he would return from his magical adventures…
But it was often a trap. He’d come back and pain or humiliation would follow.
Now, from far, far away he heard anger, “What the fuck is this?” He stifled a scream from the pain as the two tiny hairs that had sprouted on his testicles were ripped out by the root. He doubled over and tried not to vomit the volatile whiskey still sloshing around in his belly.
“What’s this, you nasty little freak?!?” she demanded, waving the stiff brown hairs inches from his eyes.
He began to stutter apologies, though he didn’t know why. He hadn’t even known that hairs grew there. His mouth and mind were on automatic while he was far away. Vicky was chasing him, but funny Cosmo and loving Wanda were slowing her down, protecting him. He was being chased, but was having fun because deep down he knew she couldn’t catch him.
“I ought to make you eat these!” She sneered that sneer that only Vicky could sneer and dropped the hairs in the bathwater.
“Disgusting! Pathetic! You think this tiny little “dickie” of yours will every satisfy someone?” Using thumb and forefinger she flicked a painful shot to his cock. He yelped at the sudden sharp pain and shock.

“You’re in love with that little slut Trixie, hmmm?” After a moment she reached for her phone. “Maybe she’d like to get a good look at you. The real you.”
Her hand wrapped around his shrinking erection and smooth balls. She watched him cower in fear of the pain that would come and worse, the humiliation. This was enough to rip him back from his adventure.
“N-n-noooo!” he pleaded.
Her hand squeezed, but only a little bit. His eyes were wide, then he looked away. She dropped the phone next to the almost empty liquor bottle. She already had plenty of pictures. She didn’t really need to threaten to take more.
“Stop crying,” she said softly.
She had won the game that only she knew the rules to.
She wrapped her thumb and fingers around the soft, shriveled dick that she had frightened into submission. Against his will, he began to stiffen and she slowly rubbed the mistreated cock. “He really isn’t such a “little” boy anymore,” she mused.
Maybe it was time to step up the game a little.
He began to pant in rhythm to Vicky’s gentle stroking. She had to stifle her laughter at the expression on his face, but it was hilarious to her.
She continued to stroke him to within moments of completion, to the edge of release. And stopped.
He moaned his frustration. He couldn’t cum. Couldn’t… unless she allowed it.
She waited… waited… watching him suffer… then stroked him hard two, three, four times until he exploded in her hand. He came in powerful squirts. His knees buckled, but remained upright in the tub.
He shivered. The effects of the liquor had faded. He knew what he had to do next.
She held up her cum covered hand and he leaned down and began to slowly lick, to suck up every bit of cum. He took each finger into his mouth, gently using lips and tongue to clean her every digit… The palm of her hand… kissing the back of her hand.
There was a sharp, almost ammonia smell. Timmy didn’t notice it. Vicky did. Sometime during his cum covered kisses to her hand, she had orgasmed too. Her panties were soaked, she knew. She hadn’t needed to touch herself. “Vicky, you are such a dirty girl!” she thought.
She took her now mostly clean hand and cupped his face. Stroked it. A small trail of saliva and cum hung from the side of his mouth. She resisted the urge to kiss it.
“Get on your hands and knees,” she demanded without warning. “Your mom said you weren’t feeling well and I need to take your temperature.”
He did as he was told. His face was inches from the now cold, dirty bath water. His stomach was churning. This was new horror. “The th-th-therm-ometer is in the b-b-b-bed… bed… room.”
A sudden sting and “yelp” as her wet hand slapped his ass as hard as she could. “Who said anything about a thermometer?”
“Oh, this was going to be so much fun!” she promised herself.

“Who do you love Timmy? Do you swear to love me? Only me? Only me.”
He knew what he was supposed to answer… but he was far away.
She smiled and thought about the many nasty things she could do to him with her cold, wet, dirty panties. She waited for him to promise. He would… eventually and she would win the game… or this round.
But at the moment he was far across the universe… He was Crash Nebula, Space Hero… and Crash Nebula didn’t stutter.
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