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The Monster of Gravity Falls	By : TheEvilFaery Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 3310 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Two days after Wendy’s first ‘date’ with Mabel and her encounter with Pacifica she had a break from work. Normally she avoided the Mystery Shack on her days off...she had better things to do than spend time at work if she didn’t have to. Now, though...Wendy paused at the parking lot as she looked up at the attic windows of the ramshackle structure. She licked her lips and felt her hands shake slightly in anticipation. She definitely had a reason to spend more time at the Shack.
She hadn’t spoken to Mabel since she’d left the younger girl in her lair out in the woods. She had to work the next day anyway, and she figured Mabel could use a day to recuperate and adjust to her new relationship. This was going to be kind of uncharted territory for Wendy...normally, she just played with her little toys once or twice before ditching them.
Well, there was Tambry of course...but that was different...
Wendy’s reverie was broken by the sight of Dipper hurrying across the parking lot towards her. She smiled brightly and waved, but groaned inwardly. Not today, dude, she thought. I don’t want to deal with you today!
“Wendy!” Dipper said, waving back, his journal tucked under one arm. “Sorry I can’t stay, I gotta head to the woods.”
Yes! Wendy fought the urge to perform a triumphant fist pump. “Oh yeah?” she asked instead. “What’s up?”
“It’s Mabel. She’s been acting real weird the last couple of days. Mopey and sad...not like her at all. I was looking through the journal,” he said, quickly flipping to the page he wanted, “and I think I found out why...blam!” He opened the book to a picture of a spindly, twisted looking creature with huge, watering eyes and a thick-lipped, downturned mouth. “The Soblin!” He turned the book back to himself and started reading. “‘A cousin to the fearsome Gremloblin, the Soblin feeds off the happiness of its chosen victim. Why it does this is a mystery, as it just seems to make the creature more miserable.’” He shut the book with a snap. “I’m gonna find that Soblin and teach it not to mess with my sister!”
Wendy glanced back up to the attic windows with a frown on her face. “Mopey, huh?” she said in a low, almost threatening tone. She shook her head, put on a cool little smile and turned back to Dipper, clapping him on the shoulder. “Sounds good, dude. Why don’t you go track that thing down, I’ll see what I can do to make Mabel feel better here.”
Dipper grabbed the brim of his cap, nodded, and took off into the trees. Wendy watched him for a moment, then walked briskly into the Shack. She went right up the stairs to the room Mabel and Dipper shared, her frown deepening when she found it closed. She gave a knock. “Go away,” Mabel’s dull voice sounded from the other side. “I’m sleeping.”
She knocked again. “Mabel, it’s me.” Dead silence. Wendy tried the knob and found it locked. “Open up.” More silence. “Mabel. Open this door like a good girl, or I’m gonna make you wish you did.”
Wendy heard a muffled sob from behind the door that sent a sick little tingle of pleasure running down her spine. A moment later, the door opened. Mabel was still wearing her purple nightshirt, with only socks on her feet. Her long brown hair was frazzled and unbrushed, hiding her face as she looked down at the floor.
Wendy grabbed Mabel by the chin and tilted her head up. There were tearstains on the young girl’s cheeks, her eyes were red and puffy, and she looked up at Wendy with an expression that seemed equal parts scared and sad. Wendy took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. “God damn it, Mabel. You’re a mess.”
The little girl’s face scrunched up and she started to cry again with tiny little hiccuping sobs, her shoulders shaking. Wendy snatched her up and held her close, and Mabel used both hands to cling to Wendy’s flannel shirt while she buried her face in the teen girl’s shoulder. “Hey, hey, c’mon,” Wendy soothed, patting Mabel’s back as she carried her towards her own bed. The redhead kicked her boots off and dropped Mabel onto the mattress, her hands going to the button of her own blue jeans.
When Mabel saw her doing that she let out a tiny little cry and grabbed her pillow. She sat cross legged on the mattress, hugging the pillow tight. Her eyes were shut tight and she just shook her head mutely, as if trying to deny what was happening.
That became impossible a few moments later when Wendy, now naked from the waist down, ripped the pillow from her grasp and threw it across the room. Her eyes ablaze with lust, she used one hand to push against Mabel’s flat chest, pinning her to the bed. Mabel grabbed her wrist with both hands, but didn’t try to push her off. Wendy could feel her little hands shaking, and that just inflamed her more. She used her other hand to pull the small girl’s nightshirt up around her waist. Then without a moment’s pause she grabbed Mabel’s pale blue panties and yanked them down her legs and off completely. The whole time, Mabel just started up at Wendy with blank eyes, her hands around Wendy’s wrist, just holding it loosely.
But when Wendy released her and crawled onto the bed, now using both hands to pull Mabel’s legs open, the younger girl grabbed hold of her blanket tight and pushed herself up into a half-sitting position. “Wendy, please, no...” she croaked pitifully. “Please, please don’t...”
“I can’t help it,” Wendy whispered urgently. She was already so wet...she held Mabel’s knees and climbed between her legs, basically straddling one of Mabel’s slender thighs. With a shuddering moan, she curled her arms behind Mabel’s head and brought their foreheads together. “When you look like this...I just can’t help it,” she breathed as she lightly kissed Mabel’s lips. “Sad...broken...oh, fuck...” She shifted, keeping one arm around Mabel’s neck and pressing her head into Wendy’s chest. Her other arm grabbed The back of the bed to hold her steady as her rolling hips finally made her pussy come into contact with Mabel’s.
Wendy let out a long, guttural moan as she felt her lips part against the smooth, hairless mound of Mabel’s sex. “Oh, god, fuck me Mabel,” she grunted breathlessly, humping down against the tiny girl who was sobbing into Wendy’s shirt. Her clit rubbed against Mabel’s slit, her dripping pussy providing the perfect lubrication. She released the back of the bed and brought that arm down to the small of Mabel’s back, forcing her lower body up to meet Wendy’s hips each time she bore down. Wendy felt her climax building fast. The way she was nearly smothering Mabel’s entire body beneath her, using the little girl as nothing more than a soft surface to rub her cunt off on…
“You little fucktoy!” Wendy gasped, holding Mabel crushingly tight to her. The redhead’s hips jerked thrust in a tight little pattern. “Just a fucktoy...just my fucktoy...Mabel!” Wendy’s voice rose to a cry as she came. The hand on Mabel’s back went to Wendy’s pussy. Her fingers rolled in a tight little circle around her clit as she rubbed her pussy all over Mabel’s hips and belly, covering the little girl’s skin in the teenager’s pussy juice.
Wendy’s chest was heaving as she rolled off her little lover and stared up at the ceiling. “Oh man...oh fuck yes, fuck yes,” she groaned, running her hands over her own soaked thighs. She looked over at Mabel. The young girl wasn’t crying anymore, but she was just laying there on her back, hiding her face in her hands. She hadn’t even bothered to pull her nightshirt back down.
“Come here,” Wendy murmured softly. She was deep in the warm flush of her afterglow, and she wanted to cuddle. Mabel was nearly as limp as a ragdoll as she allowed herself to be pulled on top of the teenager. Wendy held her close and stroked her back, reveling in the feel of their bodies pressed so close together. “God Mabel, I love what you do to me,” she sighed.
She pulled herself up and swung her legs over the side. “Hey, c’mere,” Wendy urged, gently tugging on Mabel’s arm. At Wendy’s prodding, the younger girl stood up beside the bed and turned away from Wendy. “Here we go...” Wendy bent Mabel over and pulled her nightshirt back up around her waist. “Mmmm, good,” Wendy murmured, stroking her hands over the plump globs of Mabel’s ass. The little girl made a tiny, mewling sound as Wendy’s fingers brushed over her pussy, still soaking wet from Wendy’s juices.
Wendy loved just touching and stroking Mabel’s private parts. She used her fingers to spread Mabel’s immature little lips apart from behind, bringing her face in close to examine her pussy closely. Molesting the young girl like this really made her feel like she owned her. But she wanted more...she reached to the floor and fished her phone from her jeans pocket. Mabel turned, a surprised expression on her face when she heard the sound of a couple of pictures being taken.
With a grin, Wendy reached out and drew Mabel into her lap. “Come see,” she said, holding her phone so they could both look. She began flipping through her very special collection of photos. Mabel’s eyes’ widened as she saw girl after girl. Some of the pictures were taken from behind, just like hers were. Close ups of flat, hairless pussies and pink, round rear ends.
Others were from the front. Wendy studied Mabel’s face as she looked at those pictures. The girls in those pictures were all naked. Some were sitting, legs spread. Others were laying on their backs. In each case, their glistening, reddened and swollen pussies showed they’d just been fucked. Many had bruises on their bodies. All of them looked into the camera with sad expressions on their faces. Mabel began to look sick as the pictures scrolled by.
“My girls,” Wendy murmured by way of explanation. “Just so I don’t forget them. You’re special though, Mabel,” she said, stroking Mabel’s cheek with the back of her fingers. “The other girls came and went...I wanna keep you. That’s why I made you my girlfriend.”
Mabel just shook her head very slightly and whimpered. Wendy just chuckled tiredly. “Okay babe...we gotta work on that.” She reached down and turned Mabel’s face to meet hers. “Smile for me, Mabel,” she commanded gently.
The young girl’s closed lips turned up very slightly, and Wendy laughed. “Oh c’mon Mabes...that’s not a smile.” She gently booped Mabel’s nose. “Look...you don’t want people to know about this, right? Especially not Dipper?” Mabel closed her eyes with a shuddering little sigh, leaned back against Wendy’s chest and shook her head. “Words, Mabel. Talk to me,” Wendy said, a hint of steel creeping into her voice.
“...no. I don’t want Dipper to know,” Mabel said after a moment, her voice very soft. Her shoulders shook with a tiny, restrained sob. “I don’t want anyone to know.”
“Then you’ve gotta start acting normal,” Wendy said urgently, putting her phone down and rubbing both Mabel’s shoulders. “Dipper’s out in the woods right now, trying to find some kinda sadness goblin he thinks is attacking you.” She slid out from under Mabel and sat the young girl on her bed. “When we’re not alone, you’ve got to pretend everything’s normal. Just try to forget. Here...”
Wendy stood up and pulled her jeans and panties back on, and then yanked on her boots. A few moments’ search and she found where she’d thrown Mabel’s panties too. She handed them to the younger girl and Mabel wriggled them back up her hips. Wendy gave her a smile and left the room. A moment later, she knocked on the door and walked in.
“Hey Mabel,” she said in the friendly voice she’d used all summer long. “Dipper said you were bummed. Wanna go raid the freezer for some ice cream and throw pinecones at tourists?”
Mabel stared at her for a second, then closed her eyes. When she opened them, there was a small smile on her face that actually looked genuine. “That sounds good,” she agreed. “Lemme get dressed.”
Fifteen minutes later, the two were on the roof of the Mystery Shack. Wrappers from ice cream sandwiches and popsicles soon littered the dilapidated shingles as Wendy and Mabel took turns lobbing pinecones. Every so often Wendy caught Mabel staring at her with a hurt, confused expression, but as time went on the little brunette loosened up more and more, until she let out a loud, honest laugh when her pinecone bounced off a fat tourist’s head and lodged in his wife’s beehive hairdo.
“Nice!” Wendy cheered. “High five!” Without hesitation, Mabel jumped up and slapped her hand to Wendy’s. Then she stopped and blinked, staring at her hand.
“See that?” Wendy said with a smirk. “I knew you could bounce back. You just gotta try not to think about it.”
“Yeah...” Mabel agreed with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of her hand with the other. She looked up at Wendy with a questioning expression. “Wendy...”
With a kind of resigned sigh, Wendy flopped onto her butt on the roof, her legs splayed out. “You’re my girlfriend now, Mabel,” she reminded the younger girl. “We’re gonna do girlfriend stuff. Any way I want, any time I want. That’s what you said, remember? I’m not gonna let you go. That’s just the way it is now, and you gotta deal with it. Okay?”
Mabel’s eyes had filled with tears again, but she nodded. “Okay.”
Wendy smiled. “Hey, hey hey...look, it’s really not all bad, I promise. I’m not gonna stop you from having fun, or hanging out with your friends, or with Dipper. And you’ll have a much better time if you can just forget about everything when you’re with them, like you just did with me.”
Her eyes were still suspiciously liquid, but Mabel had a resigned expression on her face. She sniffled once, then nodded. “I guess you’re right...”
Then a thought occurred to Wendy. “And know what? I know I haven’t been the most romantic girlfriend in the world...but let’s change that. I’ll take you out on a real date tonight.”
Mabel blinked in surprise. “A...a date? Like a date date?”
Wendy smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I know a great place. But you gotta sneak out of the Shack and meet me outside the parking lot, like at midnight. Do you think you can do it?”
Mabel knew that if Dipper was running around the woods, he’d sleep like a whole pile of logs tonight. “Yeah, I can do that,” she said, before she realized she could have at least tried to get out of it.
“Sweet! Okay, I’ll be waiting at midnight. Don’t be late.” Wendy stood and headed to the trapdoor that led back inside. She paused just before she climbed out of sight. “Oh, and Mabel? Wear something nice.”
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That night Mabel lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, listening to Dipper’s tiny, kitten-like snores and occasionally glancing at her alarm clock. It was almost midnight. Almost time to go meet Wendy. Mabel pulled the covers up over her head. She didn’t want to go. She really, really didn’t want to go.
Nothing made sense anymore. Mabel couldn’t come close to getting a grip on everything that had happened over the last couple of days. Wendy had kissed her, and before she knew it Mabel had let Wendy finger her pussy, allowing someone else to touch her privates for the first time ever. And Wendy was really, really good at it. Mabel felt a hot flush when she remembered how quickly she came under the redhead’s fingers. So much faster than when Mabel did it to herself.
Afterwards she just felt so ashamed. How could she let that happen? Wendy was scary, but...but Mabel could have done something, if she had really wanted to. And now it was too late. Part of her knew she should tell someone who could make Wendy stop, but the thought of telling her parents, Grunkle Stan or really anyone else any part of what had happened made her want to die instead.
Besides...Mabel glanced over to where Dipper lay sleeping. She didn’t want any of this. Wendy had forced her. But if she told, Dipper would find out. And even if Dipper believed her, believed that she didn’t want it, he’d still know. And not just that...Wendy would get in trouble, probably get sent away. Wendy would be ruined for Dipper forever. A tiny little voice in her head told her that Dipper wouldn’t ever really forgive her for that.
And that was if everyone believed her, anyway! Girls didn’t do...that...to other girls. Teenage girls didn’t do it to kids. It was crazy. Even now, Mabel herself wasn’t sure if this was the kind of Bad Touch, Stranger Danger stuff they talked about in awkward presentations at school and Very Special Episodes of her favorite old sitcoms. Maybe Wendy really was just coming on strong. Maybe if Mabel just explained she really didn’t want to be Wendy’s girlfriend, Wendy would understand and let her go.
But then she remembered what happened earlier that day. The look on Wendy’s face as she held Mabel down. The things she said. The way it felt as her body was crushed against Wendy’s…underneath her blanket, Mabel cringed and curled up, tucking her knees to her chest under her nightshirt. No, Wendy was definitely not going to let her go.
Mabel forced herself to peek up over her covers at the clock. It was time. She crept out of bed and grabbed the dress she’d chosen, along with a sweater in case it got chilly. She’d get changed downstairs, then sneak out. She tried to take Wendy’s advice and forget about the bad part of the day. Wendy really had tried to help her after it was over. And Mabel did feel better after hanging out with her like normal for a little while. She even sounded like she meant it when she said she wanted to take Mabel on a real date.
She looked herself over in the mirror in the living room. She’d chosen a little orange dress with a knee length skirt and thin shoulder straps that left her arms bare. It wasn’t super fancy, but it was nice. She looked into her own eyes in the mirror. “Try to have fun,” she told herself, forcing a smile. “Maybe having Wendy as a girlfriend isn’t so bad. Maybe...maybe she really can’t help what she does. Maybe she needs your help.” She nodded at her own reflection and took a deep, steadying breath before sneaking outside.
There was a little breeze blowing that night, and it made Mabel glad she’d decided to bring one of her sweaters as she waited at the entrance to the Mystery Shack’s parking lot. It was really dark. The only light came from the Shack’s lone porch light. Mabel started to get a distinct case of the creeps, and she almost cried out when she saw headlights coming up the road. An unfamiliar car stopped a short distance away from her, and Mabel kind of froze until she saw Wendy climb out of the front passenger seat.
“Hey Mabel,” she said casually, waving her over. Mabel nervously complied, looking curiously at the car and trying to see who was driving. She stopped and blinked in surprise to see Wendy’s friend Tambry at the wheel, staring at her phone like always. Then she gasped as Wendy lifted her up into a warm embrace.
“It’s good to see you, baby,” she murmured, giving Mabel a soft kiss on the lips. Mabel tensed for a second, then relaxed into the sensation. She even kissed back a little bit, and Wendy chuckled against her lips and gave her a little squeeze before setting her down again. “All ready for our date?”
“Um...” Mabel looked at Tambry, sitting in the driver’s seat and mindlessly tapping at her phone, then back at Wendy.
Wendy smirked. “What, her? Come on, Mabes. Tambry’s my best friend. I don’t have any secrets from her. She knows everything.” She laughed at the way those words made Mabel blush. “Okay, fine, don’t worry, she doesn’t know all the details.” Wendy tilted her head with a smile. “Now, why don’t you take that sweater off so I can get a look at that dress?”
Mabel bit her lip, but nodded. “Yeah, okay...but it’s kinda chilly,” she said as she carefully peeled the green sweater up and over her head.
“Don’t worry,” Wendy replied carelessly, her eyes roaming up and down Mabel’s body. She stepped close and dropped to one knee in front of the smaller girl, running her hands up and down Mabel’s bare shoulders. “I can keep you warm,” she whispered. “You look so good, Mabel.”
Despite herself, Mabel actually preened a little bit under the compliment. “Thanks,” she said, looking away with a shy smile. Wendy slid an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Mabel didn’t resist as she was kissed again, more seriously this time. Wendy’s tongue slipped into her mouth, and Mabel slid her own tongue wetly against it. This part was nice...kissing another girl, even a tough girl like Wendy, was so soft and warm, so much better than Mabel thought it would be…
Then she froze up as she felt Wendy’s hand slip down to cup her bottom through the dress. Wendy moaned softly, then tensed. After a second of hesitation, she broke the kiss and let Mabel go. Mabel stepped back, feeling herself start to shake. She promised it would be a real date...she promised!
Wendy had her eyes closed and was breathing slowly and deeply. “Damn, Mabel...you just make me want to go wild every single time.” She shook her head with a little laugh and smiled at her young lover. “Let’s go, before I lose it totally.”
At Wendy’s direction, they both climbed into the back seat. Wendy held Mabel’s hand, and Mabel actually kind liked how that felt. Hesitantly, she leaned against Wendy’s arm. Wendy blinked, looking down at Mabel with clear surprise on her face. Then she smiled and slid her arm around Mabel’s waist, just holding her.
Tambry took the car up a narrow road a short way up into the mountains before stopping in a wooded clearing. When the car stopped, Tambry immediately got her phone out again.
Wendy leaned up behind the drivers seat and whispered something Mabel couldn’t hear. Tambry looked back at her, then shook her head. Wendy’s smile vanished and she whispered into her ear again.
“No,” Tambry said in a terse voice. Wendy jerked back, and Mabel saw her freckled face go red. She got out of the backseat and yanked the driver’s side door open, grabbing Tambry by the arm and yanking her out of the car. For just a moment it looked like Tambry was going to resist, but then she just dropped her phone and allowed Wendy to pull her out and slam the door shut behind her.
Wendy was standing with her back to Mabel, and Tambry was in front of her. The purple-haired teen had her shoulders hunched and was looking down at her feet, like a little child getting yelled at. Frightened, but unable to help herself, Mabel quietly rolled down the window just a crack to her what Wendy was saying.
“...think you’re fucking doing?” Wendy was hissing at her friend. “No? No?! You do not fucking say no to me, Tambry!”
Tambry mumbled something that Mabel couldn’t quite hear, but the last words might have been “fucked up.”
“Oh yeah, this is so fucked up,” Wendy sneered sarcastically. “Forget all the other shit we did. It doesn’t get worse than this!”
Tambry mumbled something else, even quieter this time, and Wendy took a step closer to her. The two teens were just inches apart now. “What?”
Hesitantly, Tambry raised her head. Even in the diffused light from the car’s headlights and even from so far away, Mabel kind of thought she could see her trembling. Still, she looked Wendy in the face. “It is getting worse, Wendy. You’re gonna get us in trouble.”
Without any warning Wendy punched Tambry in the side of the head. The frailer teen went sprawling on the grass. “Trouble?!” Wendy shouted at her. She drew her foot back, and that was all Mabel could bear. The little girl turned so her back was against the car seat and covered her face with her hands. She could hear the sound as Wendy’s booted foot made contact with Tambry’s body. “You are in trouble, bitch!” Wendy snapped. “Big! Fucking! Trouble!” Each of her last three words was emphasized with another kick. Mabel shook her head, desperately wishing she was somewhere, anywhere else.
Then it got quiet. Mabel could hear Tambry gasping for air. Then she thought she heard Wendy say something, very quietly. Tambry coughed and said in a ragged, defeated voice, “I’m sorry, Wendy. I’ll do it.”
“Good.” Footsteps started to approach the car. Mabel held her hands over her head protectively and curled her knees to her chest. The car door opened behind her, and when she felt a hand on her back, she let out a tiny cry.
“I’m so sorry, Mabel. I didn’t want you to have to deal with that,” Wendy said softly, rubbing her hand in a little circle on Mabel’s back. “I’m not mad at you, I promise. Everything’s okay.”
Mabel didn’t trust herself to speak...or trust Wendy enough not to lash out if she started crying again, so she just nodded. Wendy’s hands rested on Mabel’s bare shoulders then slid down her arms, and then Wendy moved in to lay a kiss on Mabel’s cheek from behind, followed by several more on her neck and shoulders that made the younger girl gasp.
“Before we head out on the date part, I just gotta take care of something with Tambry,” Wendy said. “You can watch if you want...I’d actually like that a lot. But you don’t have to.” With a wicked chuckle, Wendy left Mabel alone again.
Left alone for the moment, Mabel just lay on her side on the backseat, her back to the front seats. She could hear the two older girls moving around. The trunk opened and closed. More soft sounds of talking she couldn’t make out. Then the car moved slightly, and it sounded like something was on the hood. Unable to deny her curiosity, even though she knew it might be a very bad idea, Mabel turned in place to look.
It was Wendy sitting on the hood. And she was completely naked. Mabel blinked and sat up. In front of the car and off to the side just a bit was Tambry. Mabel felt a flash of guilty, sympathetic pain when she saw the dark bruise blossoming on the teenager’s cinnamon-colored cheek. There were other bruises on her torso as well, and Mabel could see them because Tambry wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of black panties.
Then Mabel paused. They weren’t panties. It was more like some kind of harness that wrapped around Tambry’s thighs and hips. And it had...Mabel’s eyes widened. There was a shiny black dildo bobbing between Tambry’s legs. Wendy glanced back over her bare, freckled shoulder and smiled when she saw Mabel watching, a surprised, genuine smile that Mabel wasn’t expecting. Wendy ran the fingers of both hands through her copper curtain of hair before laying back against the hood, turned at a bit of an angle so Mabel could see her better. She cupped her breasts and arched her back, tilting her head to see if Mabel was still watching, and she winked when she saw that she was.
Mabel could only stare. Wendy really was beautiful. And she looked so happy to see Mabel watching her...and she was so sexy. Without realizing it, Mabel ran both hands down her thighs over her skirt. Wendy mimed a kiss at Mabel before turning her attention away. Her long, pale legs lifted into the air, her leanly toned muscles flexing as they hung in place, waiting.
Tambry, her face set in a neutral mask, and carefully not looking at Mabel, stepped between those legs and took hold of them just under the knees. She leaned forward. Wendy arched her back and grabbed hold of her own breasts. She looked back at Mabel again with a huge grin that quickly turned into an open-mouthed groan as her best friend penetrated her with the sex toy.
Wendy brought one hand and then the other to her mouth, licking her fingertips. She rolled her nipples between her wet fingers, pinching and pulling on them. Tambry was holding tight to Wendy’s legs as she thrust forward rhythmically. Mabel felt so strange watching all this...it made her feel weird and embarrassed...but she couldn’t quite bring herself to look away, either.
With another moan, Wendy brought her right hand to her mouth and licked it from palm to fingertips. It went between her legs, and from the way her arm was moving Mabel could tell she was rubbing her clitty. Mabel’s own hand slid along her thigh, and it wasn’t until she was touching herself through her dress that she realized what she was doing. With a flash of shame she realized how much she was enjoying what she was seeing. Her cunny was starting to get that familiar tingly feeling she got whenever she watched something naughty. This is so screwed up, Mabel told herself. She forced herself to remember all the awful things Wendy had made her do… but it didn’t help at all.
She came so hard when Wendy’s fingers were inside her. And it felt so awful to admit, even to herself...but earlier that day...when Wendy was on top of her, crushing her so hard she could barely breathe, hurting her so bad...the way their pussies rubbed together still felt…she shuddered.
Outside, Wendy had stopped rubbing herself. She had propped herself up on both elbows. As Mabel watched, her legs hooked around Tambry’s waist and pulled the other girl in tight against her pussy. There was an almost feral look on Wendy’s face, her lips pulled back in a snarl that showed her teeth. Her ass was moving up and down, leaving the hood of the car momentarily as her hips rolled back against the dildo fucking her. Mabel was mesmerized by the fluid, powerful movements of her girlfriend, the way her abs twisted and flexed. She was like a wildcat.
The little brunette pulled her skirt up and began just stroking a finger up and down her panty-covered slit. The gentle flashes of pleasure spread warmly up through her belly and made her shiver slightly. Just a little, she thought. Just a little bit...it’s okay. She really hoped Wendy wouldn’t see what she was doing. But then the redhead looked busy. Tambry was going at a steady, deep pace and Wendy was matching her every move. Mabel concentrated on the show playing out in front of her, letting it drown out her shame as she slid a finger inside her panties and rubbed it up and down her wet, slippery slit.
That finger began moving faster, teasing her little clit more and more as Wendy lay back fully again, both hands squeezing her tits. “Fuck yes!” she cried out harshly. Mabel winced back, already conditioned to be afraid when Wendy yelled, but she didn’t stop playing with herself. The flash of fear she’d felt made her feel even more ashamed, but she didn’t stop.
She’s not hurting you. She’s not being mean. It’s okay to feel good, she thought pleadingly, trying to justify herself. But then, her eyes just happened to glance upon a bruise on Tambry’s ribs. Mabel’s eyes flickered up to the dark-skinned teen’s face. She was looking slightly off to one side, her face still expressionless, even though there was a little sheen of sweat on her forehead. But her eyes...something about her eyes just looked so, so sad and empty.
Am I gonna look like that someday?
The thought chilled her. With an effort, she pulled her hand from her panties and smoothed her skirt back over her legs. It’s not that she didn’t still feel...something. But seeing Tambry like that made her feel so guilty about it.
Wendy’s breath started coming in short, staccato gasps. “Oh fuck, oh just like that and don’t fucking stop baby! Don’t fucking stop!” Her left hand went to her mouth and she bit her finger as she screamed in pleasure. Her ass left the hood entirely and Tambry staggered back a step as the freckled girl held her in a death grip with her legs.
Wendy’s stomach flexed as she ground herself against her friend with several long, stuttering twists of her whole body, and then she slowly relaxed herself, like an uncoiling snake. She released Tambry, and the other teen just stood there for a moment, then took a couple of steps back and walked away, just inside the range of light being cast by the headlights.
Mabel held her breath as Wendy slid from the hood and walked to the passenger door. “Liked the show, huh?” Wendy said knowingly as she grabbed some tissues from the glove box to wipe herself clean with.
One side of Mabel’s mouth curled up in an embarrassed smile, and she nodded a little. Wendy chuckled, reached out and ruffled Mabel’s hair. “Well, good. Lemme just get dressed and we’ll go. There’s something I wanna show you, but it’s a little bit of a walk from here.”
Wendy went back to the trunk and quickly pulled her clothes back on, coming to Mabel’s door and opening it for her with a smile. “Ready babe?” she asked, grabbing Mabel’s hand.
“Yeah...” Mabel replied nervously. Wendy led her to a little path that left the clearing, going upwards. Just before they turned a corner around a tree, Mabel glanced backwards. Tambry had retrieved her phone from the front seat and was fully absorbed in it again, leaning against the side of the car, still naked, still wearing the strap-on around her waist.
The two of them walked, hand-in-hand, for several quiet minutes. In the faint moonlight, Wendy looked very relaxed and happy. Nervously, Mabel cleared her throat. “Um...Wendy? Why did...I mean...you and Tambry...how come you did that?”
Wendy took a moment before answering with a chuckle. “You’re probably not gonna believe it, but I did it for you Mabel.”
“For...me?” Mabel blinked. “You just wanted me to watch?”
“Nah, not exactly.” Wendy stopped and used her free hand to tilt Mabel’s face up towards hers, then stroked her cheek with the back of her hand. “I wasn’t lying when I talked about what you do to me, Mabel,” she said in a soft voice. “After that first time...I just can’t make myself stop. I can’t. Having Tambry get me off like that, especially in front of you, got me to cum hard enough that I can be alone with you for a little while without, you know.” She smirked.
Mabel’s eyes widened. She hadn’t expected that. “I really drive you that crazy?” she asked.
“Well, yeah dude!” Wendy laughed. “I mean, you’re awesome, Mabel! And you’re so cute. I’m probably lucky everyone in Gravity Falls is such an idiot that none of the guys here can see that. I can’t believe nobody snatched you up already.” She slid her arms around Mabel’s shoulders and gently pulled her close. “Maybe it’s just meant to be,” she murmured, leaning down to give Mabel a soft kiss on the lips.
“Whoa,” was all Mabel said in a quiet, wondering voice. Hesitantly, she slid her arms around Wendy’s waist and returned the embrace, closing her eyes as she leaned her head against Wendy’s chest. It felt...good. Warm.
“Mabel...” Wendy stroked the back of her little girlfriend’s head and sighed lovingly. “C’mon,” she said softly after a moment. “We’re almost there.” Wendy disentangled the two of them and grabbed Mabel’s hand again. She led the little girl up the path just a little farther, when the slope suddenly leveled out onto a broad, grassy shelf, studded with old tree stumps here and there.
The stars and the moon above sparkled on the dewy grass, and fireflies flitted all around. Below them, the trees fell away sharply, and all of Gravity Falls was visible, the little town’s lights twinkling like a fairy village in the distance. “It’s so pretty!” Mabel gasped loudly. “I can’t believe it!”
“I thought you’d like it,” Wendy said, sounding pleased. She led Mabel to an open spot on the grass and sat them both down. She slid her arm around Mabel’s waist, and Mabel actually cuddled in a little closer.
“I know this isn’t exactly how you wanted things to be,” Wendy said gently after a moment. “And...you know, part of me wishes it was different, too. Really. But it is what it is, y’know? There’s gonna be some stuff you’re not gonna like...but there’s gonna be more stuff like this, too. We can try to make the best of it.”
Mabel stared out at the town lights shining below for a moment before she answered. “I didn’t think I wanted to be your girlfriend, Wendy. And...” Mabel’s voice shook for a second, but she forced it back to normal. “And you did...bad things to me. But...” Mabel chewed on her lip, trying to put the way she was feeling into words. “But this was so nice...maybe...maybe I can help you be...better.”
“Mabel...” Wendy leaned into her, and then her lips were on Mabel’s mouth. The young girl didn’t resist. And when Wendy pulled Mabel into her lap, she began to kiss back, letting herself melt against the teen. For the first time, kissing Wendy actually felt...right.
How long they kissed, Mabel had no idea. But finally Wendy slid her off her lap and stood with a sigh, stretching. “Okay Mabes...we gotta get you back home before it gets any later. We’re probably pressing our luck as it is.” She took both of Mabel’s hands and helped her to her feet. Mabel felt like she was walking on air on the way back to the car. It felt like she’d really made a breakthrough with Wendy...touched something deep inside the older girl. It felt like it might actually be okay.
When they got back, Tambry was dressed and sitting in the front seat. Seeing her made Mabel’s stomach twist for a moment, remembering what had happened, but she tried to forget it. She went to the car door, put her hand on the handle, but before she could open it, Wendy grabbed her wrist. “Just a sec, Mabel,” Wendy said, her voice strangely intent.
“Um, yeah?” Mabel replied, releasing the door handle and turning around. Wendy grabbed her chin and smiled down at her. Mabel felt her knees begin to shake a little. She knew that smile.
“Take off your clothes,” Wendy said in a tone that almost made it sound like a simple suggestion.
Mabel felt tears welling up in her eyes. “Wendy, please, no...” she said in a faint voice.
“Have it your way,” Wendy replied, grabbing hold of the front of Mabel’s dress and tearing it down the front. The thin shoulder straps snapped easily and the dress was soon down around Mabel’s waist, leaving her perfectly flat chest totally bare. “You gotta start doing what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it, Mabel,” Wendy said matter-of-factly. “Now strip.”
“You promised,” Mabel said tearfully as she pulled her ruined dress down until it fell down around her legs. Now just wearing her panties, she looked up at Wendy. “Wendy, you promised me!”
“I promised you a date. A real date date.” Wendy said, crossing her arms. “And we had a nice time, right? Well guess what Mabel?” Wendy lifted an eyebrow and smirked. “When I have a nice time out with my girlfriend, I expect to get laid. Now lose the panties, too.”
Mabel’s face and chest were both bright red with humiliation as she obeyed, peeling her underwear down her legs until they joined her dress on the grass. “I...I thought things were different now,” she said in a tiny voice. “I thought you...”
Wendy cut her off with a laugh. She cupped her own cheeks in her hands and tilted her head with a wide-eyed, dreamy smile. “Oh, you thought you could fix me! Thought you could make it so I didn’t want to do those awful, nasty things anymore! Yes Mabel, please, please save us both with the power of love!”
The taller, stronger teen grabbed Mabel by her hair and pulled up until Mabel cried out in pain and tried to grab at Wendy’s hand. With her other hand, Wendy struck Mabel hard across her cheeks twice with her open palm, hard enough that Mabel nearly went limp with shock. Only the greater pain of being held up by her hair kept her feet under her. Wendy used her grip to yank Mabel’s head back and spit into the younger girl’s open mouth.
“I’m gonna be nice to you sometimes, Mabel,” Wendy said, contempt in her voice. “When I want to. When I feel like it. And we’re gonna do this sometimes too,” Wendy pulled Mabel’s head back harder, making the little girl go off balance. The redhead stepped in and put her hand on the small of Mabel’s back to hold her up. “We’re gonna do this when I want to. When I feel like it. I keep telling you you’re just gonna have to fucking deal with it. I didn’t think you were actually stupid Mabel, but maybe I was wrong.”
Keeping her grip on Mabel’s hair, Wendy stood her back up so she could open the car door. She yanked Mabel inside, forcing her to sit on the car seat with both legs hanging out. “Stay!” Wendy said sharply, like she would to a dog. Mabel winced and hunched her shoulders, much like Tambry had done earlier. Wendy nodded, satisfied, and went to the trunk of the car. Mabel clenched her hands together tightly in her lap and stared down at them. A pair of tears dripped from her eyes and landed on her fingers.
Mabel felt stupid. She felt so betrayed by Wendy...but she knew even that was stupid. Over and over, Wendy had told her that doing nice things didn’t mean they were gonna stop doing the bad things, but did Mabel actually listen? No! Instead, she let herself think that everything was magically gonna be okay again, so that now that Wendy dragged her back to the real world she just felt a zillion times worse!
She glanced over at the driver’s seat. Tambry was still there, still tapping at her phone. She hadn’t stopped once while all that was going on. But as Mabel looked at her face in the rearview mirror, staring at the dark bruise on Tambry’s cheek, the purple-haired teen paused and looked back at Mabel in the mirror. She closed her eyes and shook her head before returning her attention to her phone.
Something about that little gesture sent a dagger of pain into Mabel’s heart, and she wasn’t even sure what Tambry had meant by it. Did she think Mabel was being stupid, too? Or was that her way of warning her not to fight back anymore? Or did she think that Mabel was asking for help, and she was saying no? Mabel hugged herself as tight as she could and began crying bitterly, hopelessly. “I don’t wanna do this anymoooooore!” she screamed.
“Too. Fucking. Bad.” Wendy said pitilessly, returning to where Mabel sat. She was naked again, but to Mabel’s horror, now she was wearing the strap-on dildo that Tambry had used earlier. “Okay Mabel,” Wendy started to say, but before she could get any further, Mabel leapt from the car seat and sprinted away.
There was nothing in Mabel’s head but blind panic as she ran from the car as fast as her legs could carry her. She had almost reached the dirt road that had brought them into the clearing when Wendy caught up to her. The teen grabbed Mabel with both hands, one on her upper arm and the other grabbing her hair again. Then Wendy used her momentum to spin around and literally throw Mabel nearly ten feet back towards the car.
The small girl hit the grass hard on one shoulder and rolled and skidded several more feet. She started to push herself up on her hands and knees but then Wendy kicked her solidly in the ribs, sending her skidding through the grass once again. Even though Wendy was barefoot, the kick hurt so bad that Mabel’s vision went white from it.
Then Wendy was on top of her, one knee digging painfully into her back and pressing down so hard that the little girl could barely breathe, a problem that just got worse once Wendy seized her wrist and bent her arm back as painfully as she could. Mabel coughed and tried to scream, kicking her legs wildly against the ground and clawing at the grass with her free hand.
“You are stupid,” Wendy panted. With her other hand she grabbed the back of Mabel’s head and ground her face into the grass and the dirt. “You are really, really fucking stupid, Mabel!” she shouted. “You want me to break your arm?” Mabel couldn’t answer, so Wendy pulled up even harder on her wrist. It hurt so bad Mabel thought she might throw up. “Do you want me to break your fucking arm?!” Wendy screamed into her ear.
Something in Mabel broke at that. Pure, animal terror consumed her, and her whole body seemed to just seize up. A wordless, strangled cry escaped her throat, and with a sudden flash of shame she realized she was wetting herself. She couldn’t help it. A warm puddle flowed out around her lower body. “Fuck,” Wendy spat in disgust as she heard the sound of trickling liquid. She got up off of Mabel and stalked off towards the car, now just a few feet away. Mabel, too wrung out to even cry now, managed to crawl forward a few feet, just to get out of her own pee. Then she just collapsed against the ground.
Wendy came back towards her, pulling the strap-on back into place after it had gone all akimbo while she was chasing Mabel. “Here. Clean up,” Wendy said, dropping a plastic water bottle next to Mabel’s head. Mabel climbed painfully to her feet, her legs trembling. She seemed to hurt all over...but some places definitely hurt more than others. She used the water to rinse off her pussy and her thighs, all the while keeping her head bowed.
“Look at me,” Wendy said flatly, making Mabel freeze up. “I said look at me.” With a massive effort, Mabel forced herself to meet Wendy’s gaze. The redheaded teen still looked furious, her green eyes blazing and her arms crossed over her naked chest. “Is this how it’s gonna be, Mabel? Am I gonna have to beat you stupid every single time we fuck? ‘Cause I can do that, no problem! I’m just asking!” Mabel couldn’t have said anything, even if she wanted to. She just forced herself to keep looking at Wendy’s face.
“I really could break your arm, you know,” Wendy snapped. “I could beat you black and blue. And you’d still go along with whatever bullshit I came up with to cover it up. I fucking own you, Mabel! We both know you’d die before you let anyone find out about all this.”
Mabel still didn’t answer. Instead she let her gaze drop again and used the rest of the water to clean herself as best she could and then stood there, holding the plastic bottle, looking down.
Wendy took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. “But I don’t wanna break your arm, Mabel. I don’t wanna beat you like I just did. Just be a good girl, Mabel. Just take what I give you, whether it’s nice or mean. It doesn’t have to be that bad, if you’re just a good girl. Sometimes things aren’t all glitter and rainbows, and you gotta deal with it anyway. It’s time to fucking grow up.”
Wendy sighed again, then paused. “Say you understand.”
“I understand,” Mabel whispered.
“Good.” Wendy grabbed Mabel’s arm and walked her back towards the car. Mabel didn’t even think of trying to resist. “Because here’s what we’re doing, Mabel,” Wendy said. You’re gonna get on that car seat on your hands and knees. You’re gonna stick that little ass up in the air for me. And I’m gonna fuck your pussy with this dildo. But before I start, you’re gonna beg for it. And you’re gonna sound like you really want it. Because that’s what a good little girlfriend does. Right?”
“Yes, Wendy,” Mabel said, immediately climbing into the backseat again. It didn’t look like Tambry had moved an inch the whole time. Mabel thought she knew how Wendy’s friend felt now. Her body hurt, her heart hurt...everything hurt so bad, it even hurt to feel, so Mabel was just kinda numb. Nothing mattered anymore. She’d do what Wendy said, just so it didn’t hurt quite so bad.
She got on her hands and knees and stuck her butt in the air, just as she’d been told. She felt Wendy rubbing something cold and wet onto her pussy, even working it inside her tiny hole. “Gotta lube you up,” Wendy told her casually as she worked. “I want this to go in deep.” Mabel nodded and spread her thighs a little wide to give Wendy better access to her privates.
So it won’t hurt as bad...she told herself.
After Wendy’s hand left her pussy, there were a few moments of quiet. “Well?” Wendy finally said.
Mabel closed her eyes and concentrated. It took her a little bit to dig down and remember how to put feelings back in her voice. “Oh god, Wendy...” she began, then stopped. Her voice still sounded dead in her ears. She tried to remember how she talked before this started, how she’d sound if she saw a boy she really thought was cute.
“Wendy,” she said, putting her old, gushing tone of desire in her voice. The lie felt like it was killing part of her, but she did it anyway. “Wendy, I need you to fuck me so bad, it’s making me crazy!” She forced a giggle. “Wendy, I’m so horny for you, I can’t even stand it! Please, please please fuck me hard! I’ll be a good girl, I swear!” She tossed her head back and wiggled her ass at the older girl entreatingly.
“Well, if you want it that bad,” Wendy said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. She grabbed Mabel’s hips and the young girl tried to brace herself. Her eyes bulged open as the slender dildo forced its way into her slippery, lubed up cunt. It wasn’t very large, but it was easily the biggest thing Mabel had ever had inside her, and it hurt. Mabel clenched her teeth and tried to swallow back the cry of pain trying to escape her throat. Wendy pulled her hips back, then thrust forward again, pushing even deeper than before. Mabel’s nails dug into the cloth of the car seat.
“Good girl,” Wendy grunted, finding a good, slow rhythm to rape her little victim. Mabel’s shoulders were bunched up, and her eyes were shut tight. She couldn’t stop herself from dropping down to her elbows, but she was careful to keep her ass up. It hurt so much...only Wendy twisting her arm back even came close to how bad this hurt. She kept sucking in short little breaths that she let out in shivery little muffled sobs. I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die! She thought desperately. I can’t take it! It hurts! Please, someone help me! Please please please make her stop!
But as Wendy kept fucking her, Mabel began to loosen up, and her muscles began to unclench themselves just slightly against the object violating her. Almost all of Mabel’s attention was focused on her agonizing rape, but another sensation began intruding itself on the edges of her awareness. A strangely familiar warmth was building up in the pit of her stomach.
It wasn’t until Wendy changed her pattern, two fast thrusts and then three long, slow ones, that Mabel gasped and let out a tiny little moan. Then she understood...it was starting to feel good. Mabel felt sick. She tried to fight back the feeling...tried to tighten up her muscles to make it hurt more again. It worked...but for some reason the increased pain made the pleasure more intense, too.
“No, no, no...” she whimpered, then gasped as Wendy plunged in deeper than ever.
“Mmm, yes,” Wendy said back, her tone indicated she knew what Mabel was thinking. “Mabel, you little slut. You know you love it. You sick little freak.” She gave Mabel’s ass a quick little slap. “I can see how wet you’re getting, Mabel,” she whispered urgently. “Imagine if everyone knew...I just beat the fuck out of you, and you’re still getting off on getting raped!” Wendy started fucking her harder and faster with a short little bark of cruel laughter. “You really are sick!”
Wendy knew what she was doing. She had so much experience manipulating little girls’ bodies, inflicting both pain and pleasure. She knew exactly how to force Mabel’s pussy to react how she wanted. But Mabel had no awareness of that. All she knew was that she was so ashamed she wanted to die. She tried to hold still, but she couldn’t stop her hips from twitching back against Wendy’s every thrust. She could feel the wetness spreading down her thighs.
Sick freak! Sick freak! Sick freak! The words kept hammering away in Mabel’s mind. Wendy had broken her...that had to be it. She was broken and ruined and sick. Nobody would ever want her as a girlfriend…
Nobody but Wendy.
Mabel gripped the car seat as hard as she could and mashed her face in the cushions to hide her cry as a horrible, humiliating orgasm swept through her young body. She couldn’t stop it. Pain and pleasure merged into one awful, wonderful sensation that, just for a few precious seconds, washed all of her thoughts away.
Wendy pulled the strap on from Mabel’s pussy with a wet, slithery sound. Mabel remained where she was...she wasn’t sure she had permission to move. She just lay there...she wasn’t really crying, but tears kept pouring from her eyes and she wasn’t sure if they’d ever stop. She wasn’t actually even all that sad...she couldn’t really feel anything.
Then Wendy gently turned her onto her back. Mabel lay there, hands straight at her sides, looking up at her tormentor. Her eyes were too bleary to really see what the redhead was doing, but then she saw the flash and heard the little click of a phone’s camera. Then she knew. Now she really was one of Wendy’s girls.
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