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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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The next day Wendy was at the Mystery Shack, doing her job in her usual diligent fashion. She was leaning over the counter, leafing through a magazine, and barely looked up at the parade of slack-jawed tourists eager to hand over their cash for the useless knick-knacks in Stan’s gift shop.
Mabel and Dipper had come in during lunch. Wendy was gratified to see that her little girlfriend was trying much harder to seem normal now. She laughed and teased Dipper and played with Waddles like she didn’t remember anything that had happened last night. There was definitely some caution in her eyes, and she wasn’t talking directly to Wendy as much as she usually would, but Wendy wasn’t going to knock her for not nailing her performance 100%, not when she was trying so hard.
In fact, when Dipper left to use the restroom, Wendy had called over to where Mabel was playing some kind of game with her pet pig. “Hey, Mabes?” Mabel straightened up where she sat, and Wendy could almost see the electric current of fear that must have gone down the little girl’s spine. But still, Mabel sat Waddles to the side carefully and stood to face Wendy.
“Yeah Wendy?” she said in a small, subdued voice that showed she did in fact remember everything that had happened.
Wendy was so tempted to call her over and have a little fun before Dipper got back...she was sure Mabel wouldn’t resist. But...no. Instead, she just smiled and nodded at the little brunette. “You’re doing so good, Mabel. I’m proud of you.”
Mabel let out a huge breath and visibly relaxed. She smiled, but looked so confused, like she wasn’t sure if she should be smiling or not. But she nodded back. “Thanks,” she said, before turning back to her pet.
That had been a couple of hours ago, though. And now Wendy was wishing she had done something to Mabel. At least she’d be less bored now. But as she glanced up to hand another customer their (probably) correct change, she happened to give the gift shop a quick scan, and her eyes fell on a very interesting sight.
She was probably eight years old, with wavy, dirty blonde hair tied back in a high ponytail. She had on pink denim shorts that were riding just a little high, really tracing out the outline of her slightly chubby rear end. The pale blue, sparkly princess t-shirt she wore was a little small, and Wendy could see a little bit of skin between it and her waistband. She turned for a moment as she browsed the shelves, her hands behind her, and Wendy saw a face with little bow-shaped lips, chipmunk cheeks and a little upturned nose.
Wendy scanned around the shop and found what was probably the girl’s parents, a man and a woman looking over a road map and arguing under their breath. Her eyes went back to the girl as she went to a rack of named bike license plates, no doubt scanning for her own name. She was a quiet, well-behaved little kid, but she looked a little bored and uncomfortable.
In short, she was perfect. Wendy licked her lips. Tourist girls were ideal prey for the redheaded predator…usually very vulnerable, a little nervous and off-balance from being in a new place, and soon enough, gone forever. Wendy had taken a couple of victims from the residents of Gravity Falls over the years, but the vast majority of her girls were tourists.
Before Wendy knew what she was doing, she was getting out from behind the counter, putting up the little ‘Be Right Back’ sign and completely ignoring the people currently in line. She walked over to the parents, ears perked up. They were arguing about the best way to get on the interstate to Portland when they left town...tomorrow. She strolled over and smoothly offered a suggestion, in the process gleaning which of the handful of motels in Gravity Falls they were staying at. They thanked her gratefully and went to go stand in the checkout line, calling their adorable little girl over to them.
As Wendy passed the little doll, she gently touched her on the shoulder and gave her a smile and wink as the girl looked up at her. The girl smiled shyly back and hurried over to her mom & dad. Wendy started checking people out again, feeling slightly more animated. She wasn’t sure if she’d try and lure the curvy little toy out to her lair in the woods, but going through the prelims gave her a wicked little thrill..she knew she could have her, if she wanted her. It was just so easy. It was the whole reason she’d started working at the Shack to begin with.
And as she kept taking cash and bagging souvenirs, her mind started drifting back to the past again. When she’d finally snapped and taken Tambry, it opened up a whole new world to her. And just one day later, that world started getting even bigger…
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The day after Wendy had raped Tambry, she felt a powerful urge to go to her best friend’s house. She was pretty nervous on the walk over there, though not for the old reasons...her crush was...well, it wasn’t gone, but the feelings were very different now. Now, she was nervous for the same reason she felt like she had to see Tambry...she was worried the other girl might tell on her. Wendy had to make sure Tambry wouldn’t do that...but she wasn’t totally sure how.
She steeled herself when she knocked on Tambry’s door, but from the welcoming smile on Tambry’s mom’s face, Wendy definitely hadn’t been tattled on...yet. “Tambry’s up in her room, hon,” She said in reaction to Wendy’s question. “I think she’s still figuring out her new phone. I hope she doesn’t get addicted!” She chuckled as Wendy thanked her and went upstairs.
Wendy lifted her hand to knock at Tambry’s door, then stopped. Why bother knocking? The door probably wasn’t locked, and it’s not like the other girl was gonna say ‘come on in’ when she found out who it was. So she just opened the door and walked in. Tambry was on her bed, laying on her side with her back to the door. But when she heard the door open, she started slightly and turned around, an irritated expression on her face. “Dad, I told you to knock before you...oh...”
Her irritated expression turned into something unreadable. Wendy had no idea what to say, so she just looked at her awkwardly for a long moment. Tambry was wearing a pair of plain white shorts and a loose purple t-shirt, probably what she’d worn to bed. It was sort of like Wendy’s outfit, except Wendy was wearing a tighter, dark green t-shirt and a pair of cutoff jean shorts, more stuff she was outgrowing rapidly.
Tambry pulled herself up to sit cross-legged on her bed, but said nothing, just looked at Wendy with that same neutral expression. The silence kept stretching out further and further, but what was Wendy supposed to say? Hey, you know all that stuff I did to you yesterday? You aren’t gonna tell anyone about that, right?
But it got to the point that she had to say something, so she cleared her throat. “So...” she started, but before she got any further, Tambry’s blank face crumpled, and she started to cry silently, hugging herself tight. “Tambry...” Wendy closed her friend’s bedroom door and locked it before walking towards the bed. She reached out to put a hand on Tambry’s shoulder, but the purple haired girl let out a strangled noise and jerked away.
“I hate you,” Tambry choked out in a harsh, shuddering whisper. That stung. Wendy reached out and grabbed the smaller girl’s shoulder again, but when Tambry tried to pull away again, Wendy held on tighter. Tambry looked up sharply, and Wendy could see the fear plainly written across her face.
“Did you tell anyone what happened?” Wendy whispered. Mutely, Tambry shook her head. She looked so scared...so weak. Wendy squeezed Tambry’s shoulder tight for just a moment, and she could feel the other girl actually start to shake. The hot, fluttery, powerful feeling from the day before started to blossom up in Wendy’s belly again. Acting on a cruel impulse, she leaned down and breathed, her voice barely audible, “So nobody else knows what a slut you are?”
Tambry looked stricken, and her mouth dropped open, but she still didn’t say anything. Wendy pushed in deeper, now coming up to kneel on the mattress next to Tambry. “Was that the first time, Tambry?” she asked, her voice still just a tiny whisper. “The first time you took some boy to our place and sucked his dick behind my back?”
Tambry’s cinnamon-shaded cheeks grew dark red, and she covered her face with her hands as a fresh wave of silent sobs shook her. “Guess that’s a no,” Wendy said scornfully, no longer whispering. She decided to ditch her previous plan. Well, okay, she didn’t really have a ‘plan’ for getting Tambry not to tell, but she thought she’d have to apologize, or beg, or bribe her, probably all of that. She’d actually been pretty sure that Tambry would’ve already told.
But she didn’t. She was scared to. Wendy could see that, just like she could see how scared the other girl was of Wendy herself, now. Wendy couldn’t help but let out a short laugh of relief. She stretched out on her back on the bed, folding her arms behind her head, right next to her sobbing best friend. Right now those quiet tears were music to Wendy’s ears. “So if you tell on me,” she said, working her way through the thought out loud, “I’ll tell everyone you were sucking boys off in the park. I’ll tell everyone you made up what I did when I caught you.” Tambry was still covering her face, but her crying had quieted as she listened. A new thought occurred to Wendy, and her eyes widened as a wicked grin appeared on her face. “I could tell them that you wanted to lick my cunny, and when I said no you made up that story to get back at me!
Tambry’s hands dropped into her lap, her dark face turning pale as Wendy spoke and a frightened, disgusted expression on her face. “You can’t...” she choked.
Wendy just laughed again. It actually was really funny. “You sucked all those boys off,” she pointed out. “I already know who one of them was. So I can prove it. Once your Mom and Dad and everyone else knows you’re a slut, they’ll believe me more than you. They’ll believe you’re a slut and a...a...” Wendy’s lip curled up in a vicious sneer. “A lezzie weirdo,” she spat, throwing Tambry’s words from yesterday back in her face.
Wendy reached out and put her hand on Tambry’s thigh, moving it up under the white shorts. Tambry gasped, “No!” and grabbed at Wendy’s wrist as she scooted away from the other girl.
“Nuh-uh!” Wendy said, rolling over and wrestling Tambry down until she was laying on her back. The redhead held her finger in front of her lips with an evil smile. “Your Mom and Dad are downstairs,” she said, whispering once again. “You don’t want them to hear.” She laughed breathlessly. “I could tell them we do stuff like this all the time, when you aren’t doing boys in the park.”
Wendy was looking right into Tambry’s eyes as her friend realized that she really, truly, couldn’t tell on Wendy. Something in her eyes died at that moment, some little spark that just flickered out to be replaced by dull, lifeless despair. Wendy felt her breath catch in her throat and a wave of evil pleasure washed over her body right down to her pussy where she could feel it tingle and throb. Without thinking, she brought her lips to Tambry’s in a soft, sweet kiss. The older girl struggled for just a moment, then went limp, tears leaking from her eyes as Wendy kissed her lovingly.
When she broke the kiss, Wendy pushed herself back up to her knees and pulled the tight green shirt off so fast she heard the seams stretch in protest. Tambry propped herself up on her elbows as she looked at Wendy with wide-eyed dismay. “Stop!” she whispered desperately. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”
The redhead just shook her head with a grin. There was simply no way she could stop now. She poked Tambry on the forehead. “Not if you stay quiet,” she whispered back before yanking her shoes off. Her shorts were too tight, so she had to get off the bed and stand to work them down her skinny, freckled thighs. As she stepped out of them, she ran her fingers over the front of her plain white panties, surprised at how wet she already was. She ran her tongue over her upper teeth as she looked at Tambry.
“You never once ever licked me back,” she whispered accusingly. “But you’re gonna.”
Tambry actually flinched at that. “No!” she said sharply, much louder than she meant to. Her cheeks colored and she winced. For a moment, both girls froze, listening for the sounds of either of Tambry’s parents coming upstairs. Nothing happened, and after several seconds Wendy relaxed.
“Yes,” she whispered back.
Tambry set her mouth in a hard tight line and shook her head, glaring angrily at her slightly younger friend. Wendy climbed onto the bed again, one hand down the front of her panties to slide her fingers through her smooth, slick lips, coating her hand in her juices. She put her other hand on Tambry’s chest to hold her down, then began wiping her pussy nectar all over Tambry’s mocha-colored cheeks.
The smaller girl muffled a disgusted squeal behind her tightly clamped lips as she shook her head wildly to get away from Wendy’s touch. She started to wriggle out from under Wendy’s hand, so Wendy just sat on her stomach as she did yesterday, but this time she grabbed both Tambry’s arms and pushed them to her sides, using her knees to keep them in place as she now used both hands to reach into her panties and smear Tambry’s face with her wetness. In less than a minute Tambry managed to wrench her arms free, but by then her face was actually glistening with Wendy’s pussy juice.
Wendy grabbed both Tambry’s wrists and leaned forward, pinning them on either side of her head. Their faces were less than a foot apart in this position, and Wendy took a big sniff. “Why don’t you wanna lick my pussy?” she whispered harshly. “You already smell like it!”
Tambry still hadn’t opened her mouth, but a hiss of air forced its way between her lips at that. She began struggling wildly, and Wendy was afraid her parents would hear. “Tambry, quit it!” Tambry was starting to really lose it. Her face was dark red, and she was lashing out with her legs now, her knees drumming painfully on Wendy’s back. The thumping noise was way too loud. Wendy let go of Tambry’s wrists and slapped the dark-skinned girl sharply across the face.
Tambry’s mouth opened in shock and she sucked in a huge breath. Quickly, Wendy covered Tambry’s mouth with her hand. “If you lick me, I’ll leave,” she panted. Tambry stilled, and her wide, frightened eyes sought out Wendy’s, darting around wildly. After a moment Tambry closed her eyes, and a pair of tears went trickling down her cheeks. She nodded, and Wendy took her hand from her mouth. “Good girl,” she murmured, and Tambry let out a shuddering sigh.
With a triumphant smile Wendy laid back against the bed with her arms folded behind her head again. “Take off my panties,” she ordered. Tambry nodded again and hooked her fingers in the waistband of Wendy’s underwear. But Wendy put her hand over one of Tambry’s, making the smaller girl flinch and look up at Wendy’s smiling face. “With your mouth,” Wendy added, lifting an eyebrow as she waited to see if Tambry would obey.
Tambry’s cheeks reddened with humiliation, but she didn’t resist. She scooted back and opened her mouth as her face drew closer to Wendy’s panties. She hesitated for just a moment, then gingerly took the waistband in her teeth and started pulling them down her legs. With how utterly quiet the bedroom was Wendy could clearly hear the moist little sound of the white fabric peeling away from her very wet pussy. She could hear the tiny sound of disgust Tambry made in response as well.
Once she’d worked the damp little undergarment down to Wendy’s freckled thighs, Tambry looked up at her friend questioningly. “Yeah, all the way, duh,” Wendy said mockingly. Tambry’s blush deepened, but she grabbed the panties in her mouth again and awkwardly pulled and tugged them down Wendy’s legs until they slipped off of her feet. Wendy’s pussy tingled more and more as she watched the older girl struggle to obey her order, and when she was finally completely naked she immediately spread her legs wide, letting one leg dangle from the side of the bed. “Lick me,” she said in a tight, shaking voice. She swallowed and took a deep breath. “Lick me,” she repeated in a much stronger tone. “Now.”
Tambry couldn’t even look up as she settled down between Wendy’s legs. She looked absolutely miserable as she gave Wendy’s sex a quick, shallow little lick. She flinched back, her lips pulled back in a look of pure disgust. “Oh get over it,” Wendy snapped angrily. “Like you don’t lick your fingers when you play with yourself. And I know my cunny...I know my pussy’s cleaner than that skeevy boy’s wiener.” Tambry lowered her head in shame, but Wendy grabbed her purple hair and forced her to meet Wendy’s gaze. “Quit being such a wuss, Tambry. You gotta do what I say, and I don’t care if you want to or not. Open up your whole mouth and really lick me like I lick you. Then I’ll leave you alone, okay?”
The dark-skinned girl just nodded, but Wendy pulled up on her hair, making her wince in pain. “Okay?” she said again.
“O-okay!” Tambry squeaked.
“What are you gonna do?”
Tambry hunched her shoulders. “Lick you,” she mumbled shamefully.
Wendy felt her lips pull back in a cruel grin. “Lick what?”
“Your...your, um...your privates-”
Wendy cut her off sharply. “My pussy. Say ‘I’m gonna lick your pussy Wendy.’” She paused and grinned even wider. “And smile when you say it.”
The look Tambry gave her then was just pure pain. Her lower lip trembled and tears stood in her eyes. “Why?” she demanded, then let out a cry as Wendy yanked up hard on her hair.
“Cause I want you to, and I’ll hurt you if you don’t,” Wendy said with simple logic. She pulled harder and gave Tambry’s head a sharp shake. “So do it, stupid.”
Wendy released Tambry’s hair, and Tambry let her head drop. Wendy could hear the other girl’s quiet sniveling. She started to get impatient, but just before she grabbed another handful of purple hair Tambry lifted her head, a grotesque forced smile on her face. “I’m gonna lick your…” a tearful hiccup interrupted her. “Lick your...pussy...Wendy.”
The redhead chuckled and gave Tambry’s hair an affectionate little ruffle, almost like petting a dog. “See, that wasn’t so bad.” She reached down and used two fingers to spread her pale, flat pussy lips just slightly. “Now get in there. And you better hurry...your mom & dad are right downstairs, you know?”
Tambry sniffled and nodded, eyes downcast. She looked so sad and pitiful that Wendy actually felt a little twinge of guilt, but the vicious lust she was riding quickly fought it down. Forcing Tambry to do this, with her parents still in the house...it was so bad, but there was nothing Tambry could do about it. As her friend opened her mouth to cover Wendy’s immature sex, Wendy curled her hands in Tambry’s hair on either side of her head. “Lick me,” she hissed eagerly. “Lick me soooo good!”
And Tambry obeyed. Wendy’s whole body twisted as she felt the other girl’s hot tongue slide into her slit. Tambry’s mouth was so wet, and she was sucking on her pussy, and it felt so, so much better than anything Wendy had ever felt before… “You’re a slut, Tambry,” Wendy gasped. “You’re my pussy-licking slut! Mine! Lick harder! Lick harder!” Wendy was babbling, barely aware of what she was saying, but it just felt so good.
As ordered, Tambry started licking harder, her tongue lashing clumsily over Wendy’s soft flesh and the tiny little button of her clitty. It was almost too hard, but Wendy was so blissed out she didn’t care. Looking down between her legs and seeing Tambry’s head moving as she desperately devoured Wendy’s pussy...it was such a dream come true…
“Oh! Fuck! Fuck!” Wendy squeaked. She brought her forearm to her mouth and bit down to keep herself from screaming. Too soon, too fast, Tambry’s unskilled tongue brought her to a blazing rush of an orgasm. Her legs latched around Tambry’s back and squeezed hard, pulling her in tight. Her other hand rested on the top of Tambry’s head and pressed down as her creaming pussy gushed all over her best friend’s crying face. Wendy’s back arched up till only her head and her butt were touching the mattress and her whole body jerked once, twice, and then she collapsed. Her legs released Tambry, and she pushed the smaller girl away roughly. Tambry looked sick and her face was so, so soaked with Wendy’s juices. Wendy saw a look of pure anguish on her face for just a moment before she buried her face in her sheets, her shoulders shaking with her muffled sobs.
Wendy just laid there limply for a minute or two, catching her breath. The only sounds in the room were her panting and Tambry’s soft crying. Wendy reached down and coated her fingers with her wet pussy, licking them clean with a pleasured sound. She stroked her hands over her flat chest, teasing her nipples and making them stiffen again. When she felt like her legs would hold her again, she rolled off the bed and stood, starting to pull her clothes back on.
She sat on the bed to put her shows back on, and looked over at Tambry. The smaller girl wasn’t crying anymore, but she was still laying there with her face in the mattress. “I don’t care if you hate me,” she told her in a quiet voice. Tambry started a little, but didn’t move otherwise. “We’re still best friends,” Wendy continued. “I’m not gonna let you go, Tambry. And we’re gonna do more stuff like this. You should just get over it.” Tambry’s shoulders hunched and she let out another sob.
“But I’m not gonna screw up your whole life,” Wendy said, letting her tone soften a little bit. “Just do what I tell you and it’ll be easier.” She leaned over to tie her shoes. “Like see? I said I was gonna leave, and I will.” She stood up. “See you later Tambry. It was fun.”
Tambry didn’t move, and Wendy let herself out, closing the door behind her quietly. She left the house, waving goodbye to Tambry’s parents as she left. They don’t know, she thought as she left. She walked out onto the sidewalk, enjoying the bright sunshine. There were a couple of other people out on the street as well. Nobody knows. I’m gonna go home, and Dad and my brothers won’t know. Everything’s gonna be so normal...nobody has any idea what I did. The thought was intoxicating. She felt so powerful, so free.
Wendy decided to take the long way home. It was such a nice day, and she liked being out in public...it felt kind of dirty, but in a good way. Like wearing a skirt with no panties. She was just walking around with this huge secret, and nobody had any idea...they just thought she was a normal little girl. I’m definitely not normal! She thought gleefully as she smiled and waved at one of her dad’s friends. And I’m gonna do it again! I can do anything I want to Tambry. She can’t stop me and she can’t tell on me.
Thinking about all the things she still wanted to do to Tambry...or make Tambry do to her...was starting to get her going again. She was getting close to the park, and she thought about laying naked in the sun, on the grass in her and Tambry’s secret little grove. The idea was tempting, she had to admit. Rubbing herself off in the same place she and Tambry had ‘played’ yesterday sounded pretty good too.
So she made a little detour down an alley that would take her right to the park. But as she stepped back onto the sidewalk with the park entrance right across the street, a little voice called out from behind her. “Hey, um...excuse me?” Blinking in surprise, Wendy turned around. There was a girl sitting against the wall just inside the alleyway with her knees drawn up to her chest. She was a couple of years younger than Wendy, maybe seven or eight. She was a redhead too, but hers was cut into an adorably messy little bob just above her shoulders. She had on a faded green t-shirt and long denim shorts with pink sneakers. From her reddened face, it kinda looked like she’d been crying. (Wendy had seen enough of that lately to know it when she saw it!)
“Yeah?” Wendy asked, turning towards her.
The little girl squinted up at her and then pulled herself to her feet, brushing off her butt and her legs. “I’m, um...I’m kinda lost,” she said, peering back down the alley. “I’m not from here, and I can’t find my mom and dad. Can you help me? Please?”
Wendy looked down the alley as well, then leaned out and looked up and down the street. Nobody trying to find a kid out there. “Well, how did you get away from your folks?” she asked, impatient to get away.
The tiny girl looked down with a rather forlorn expression. “We were walking around after seeing that lame Mystery Shack place, and Mom and Dad started...talking about where to eat. I didn’t wanna listen, so I just...walked away.” Her mouth quirked angrily for a moment. “Probably don’t even know I’m gone yet,” she muttered.
Wendy couldn’t stop a sigh of frustration from escaping her lips. Helping some tourist kid find Mommy and Daddy definitely wasn’t on the agenda today. “So do you like, remember if you were close to a store or a restaurant or something?” she asked, trying to keep the irritation out of her voice.
A rosy blush appeared on the little girl’s cheeks and she shrugged. “There was a blue building, I think. I couldn’t really see what it was.” Wendy remembered the way the tiny redhead squinted at her and sighed again.
“Great. So you don’t know where you came from and your folks might not even be looking for you. How come they don’t know you’re gone, again?” she snapped.
The little girl winced at the anger in Wendy’s voice and when she spoke, she sounded like she was on the verge of tears. “They were fighting again,” she murmured, awkwardly rubbing her hands together in front of her. “I hate when they do that, so I ran away.”
Wendy barely heard the girl’s explanation though. When she flinched back, Wendy felt it. Felt that same rush of power from when she’d made Tambry afraid. She looked hard at the young girl. Not as beautiful as Tambry, maybe, but still pretty. And so cute. And so alone. Nobody knows she’s here. She doesn’t know who you are.
You could do anything…
Wendy reached out and placed a gentle hand on the girl’s shoulder. The younger girl bit her lip nervously and almost pulled away, but stopped when Wendy said, “Hey, it’s okay,” in a friendly, gentle tone. “I get it. C’mon...let’s see if we can find them. I bet you’re wrong...they probably noticed you were gone right away. Let’s get you back before you get in trouble.”
The little girl smiled shyly and took Wendy’s hand when she offered it. Wendy led her into the park, and she looked a little doubtful. “I know I didn’t go through the woods,” she said, peering around nearsightedly.
“Don’t worry about it,” Wendy said easily. “It’s a shortcut. I know this place like the back of my hand.” Inside, her stomach was doing flip-flops. Her breath was starting to get ragged and shallow. This was so different than it had been the previous two times with Tambry...those times, it had just kinda happened. Actually doing it on purpose, though...Wendy was nervous...well, scared really. But every part of her body was tingling, aching with excitement. Can I do this? To a total stranger? Can I really, actually do this?
Deep down, she already knew the answer.
She led the girl to the thick brush that hid her secret little spot. “Careful,” she said. “It gets kinda tricky through here. We’ll go slow.” And they did...agonizingly slow. But Wendy quickly saw that in the dim light under the thick trees and bushes her new companion was going to have to really kind of creep through to avoid getting caught. It seemed to take forever. By the time they finally came out into the sun again Wendy was almost frantic with impatience.
“Okay,” she said, her voice shaking. She tightened her grip on the small girl’s hand slightly and took several deep, long breaths to try and steady herself. “Okay okay okay.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting the sunlight wash over her.
“Are you alright?” her little friend asked, sounding genuinely concerned. “You don’t sound so good.”
Wendy let out a chuckle that she had to clamp down on before she collapsed into giggles. “Yeah, yeah...I’m good. Totally.” She grinned at the little girl, who was using her free hand to shade her eyes as she looked around the tiny clearing. Okay Corduroy, Wendy told herself. You got her here. Now what?
The important thing was to make sure she couldn’t run away, Wendy reasoned quickly. She took another couple of deep breaths to get ready, then without warning yanked hard on the hand she was holding. The little redhead let out a surprised cry as she stumbled to the side. Wendy grabbed her by the back of the neck and used her much greater weight to force her down to the ground with Wendy on her back. She switched her grip from the girl’s hand to her wrist and bent that arm back painfully.
“What are you doing?!” The girl screamed fearfully. “Let me go! Help! HELP!”
“Shut up!” Wendy snapped into her ear, yanking her arm up behind her for emphasis. The girl squealed in pain. She opened her mouth to yell again, but Wendy pulled her arm back even further. “I said shut up!” she repeated, her voice cracking like a whip. The girl might have tried to scream again, but pain reduced her voice to a breathless little squeak.
The tiny girl was being crushed under Wendy’s slender but muscular body. She was shaking, her face white and an expression of pure terror on her innocent little face. Wendy was already creaming her panties. “That’s better,” she said firmly. “Now listen up...” For a moment, Wendy fished around, unsure of what to say having gotten to this point. “Okay, listen,” she said, then made a frustrated little sound when she realized she repeated herself.
“You’re gonna do what I say,” Wendy said. “If you don’t, I’m gonna make you hurt real, real bad. And you’ll never see Mommy or Daddy again.” The first part was true, the second part wasn’t, but the little girl had no way of knowing that.
In fact, the threat might have been a mistake. She was sucking in her breath for another scream. Wendy growled and pulled back on her victim’s hair, hard. The scream died in her throat, instead turning into a strangled little sob. There were terrified tears just pouring down that cute little face now.
“See? I told you to shut up, and you didn’t. And you got hurt,” Wendy said mockingly. “And I can hurt you way worse if I wanna. Nobody’s gonna stop me all the way out here.” She let go of the little girl’s hair, and her little companion shuddered and started sucking in long, deep breaths. Wendy was actually kind of impressed...Tambry was such a crybaby compared to this kid.
“Please, please, I’m sorry,” the little girl whimpered. “Please don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me!” She closed her eyes tight and a harsh little sob broke free. “I just wanna go home!”
“I’ll let you go,” Wendy said, and the girl looked up at her, squinting again. Wendy grinned at her wolfishly. “I’ll let you go, and I won’t hurt you anymore. But you gotta do what I say. Alright?”
The small girl seemed to think it over for a moment, then gave a tiny little nod. “Good girl,” Wendy said, patting her cheek gently. She eased up on her painful grip on the other girl’s arm, though she still kept her pinned down as she pulled herself up into a sitting position. With her free hand, Wendy reached under her new little friend and grabbed the hem of her t-shirt.
“Hey!” The girl cried out as she felt Wendy pulling her top up. Wendy stopped and tightened her grip just a little on the other girl’s wrist, and she quickly fell silent again.
“You’re pretty smart, kid,” Wendy said with a smirk as she pulled the faded green shirt up further. It took some awkward yanking, but she finally got it up and over the girl’s head. A little more yanking and it was off her arms entirely. Wendy had to briefly release her pin, but the younger girl didn’t try and bolt. “Good girl,” Wendy said again, stroking her hand down the girl’s naked back and making her shiver.
“Keep your hands behind your back,” Wendy directed, and the little girl obeyed without a word. Wendy used the shirt to tie her wrists together. It wasn’t much of a knot, but then she didn’t have a lot to work with. “If I catch you trying to get your hands loose,” Wendy said warningly, “You’re gonna get it. Okay?”
“Okay,” the girl replied, her voice muffled. She had her face pressed against the grass. Now Wendy sat on the younger girl’s thighs, turned towards her feet. The small girl made a little sound of discomfort, but didn’t do anything else. Wendy frowned as she weighed her options.
Then she laughed as the obvious occurred to her. She quickly undid the laces on the girl’s pink sneakers and then tied them together tightly. None of this would keep the younger girl trapped for long if she really tried to escape, but Wendy figured she’d be able to tell if she was going to try. She turned in place and leaned forward, putting her hand on the little girl’s face and whispering in her ear, “Don’t move. Just lay there until I say.” Her face still down, the girl nodded.
Wendy rose to her feet and stared down at the girl laying on the grass, topless, her arms tied behind her. Part of her couldn’t believe what she’d done. Tambry was one thing, but this girl? A total stranger she literally grabbed off the street? What was she doing? “Whatever I want,” Wendy whispered to herself, as quiet as she could. “I’m doing whatever I want, and nobody can stop me.”
Quiet as she could, she slipped her clothes off. As she wriggled her tight cutoffs and panties down her slender hips again, she realized just how soaked she was. Her pussy and inner thighs were practically dripping! Wendy had to suppress a little giggle as she stroked her fingers over the bare, slick skin and touched her thumb and fingers together, watching the thin strings of wetness stretch and break between them. Well, I know what she’s doing first, she thought.
“Hey kid,” she said out loud, getting the younger girl’s attention. As the girl shifted and looked back to where Wendy stood, just a little off to her side, completely naked, Wendy wondered just how bad her eyes were.
Well, she could see well enough, since as soon as she saw Wendy, she gasped, “NO!” and tried to pull herself up to her knees, pulling hard on the shirt tying her wrists together. She might not have fully realized her shoes were tied together, since she tried to get her feet under her and just managed to fall forward heavily with a little cry of pain.
Wendy had more or less expected that response, and she had her answer all ready. “Bad girl,” she snapped, as if the girl was a naughty puppy. “Very bad girl!” She put one hand on the small of the girl’s back and reached under her to undo the button on her jean shorts. Without any hesitation she roughly yanked the denim shorts, much looser than Wendy’s own, and the bright pink panties she had on underneath down just enough to reveal the creamy white globes of the little girl’s ass.
“I told you,” she snapped, bringing her hand down hard on that flawless little rear. “I told you! And you didn’t listen!” The girl whined and sobbed as Wendy spanked her again and again, until the pale white flesh was turning pink. As soon as the girl started gathering herself for another scream, Wendy was shoving her own soaked panties into her mouth, pushing them inside with her fingers deep enough to make the young girl gag and choke.
Wendy watched with cruel amusement as her little victim spat out the wet undergarment, spitting and coughing. Then Wendy used her bare foot to hook under the little girl’s shoulder and flip her onto her back. Then she laid that foot right on the girl’s skinny little chest and put her hands on her hips like she was posing after a trophy hunt. The little girl just stared back up at her, eyes wide. Wendy looked her naked torso over. This was a girl who did not spend much time outside. Even though she was a fellow redhead, she had no freckles...her skin was as pale and flawless as a doll’s. Wendy couldn’t wait to taste it.
“Your Mom and Dad don’t know where you are. Heck, kid, you don’t even know where you are. And nobody knows you’re here...except me.” Wendy said matter-of-factly. “And I’m gonna let you go just as soon as I’m finished with you. So just do what I want, and I let you go, and you never, ever see me again. Okay?”
The little girl sucked in a few harsh breaths and let them out with tearful little hiccups. “Is it gonna hurt?” she asked in a miserable little voice.
“Not if you just do what I say,” Wendy answered, quite truthfully. “You might not like it, but it’s not gonna hurt. Then again,” she added with a wicked little chuckle. “You might end up liking some of it.”
The tourist girl closed her eyes tight and Wendy could tell she was fighting tears. But finally she let out a long, sad sigh. “Okay, I’ll do it,” she whimpered. “What do I gotta do?”
“Well, this first one’s a test,” Wendy said, taking her foot from the girl’s chest. “Because you really aren’t gonna like it. Here.” Wendy got the girl up into a sitting position, then lifted her a little higher so that she was sitting on her knees. Then she stepped close, her pussy level with the tiny redhead’s face. The girl tried to pull away when she saw how close she was to Wendy’s privates, but Wendy grabbed the back of her head. “Ah, ah, ah!” Wendy chided her. “You’re gonna be good, right? Now can you see how wet I am down there?”
The little girl sniffled. “Yes,” she replied, her voice frightened and sad. “I see it. Did...did you pee yourself?”
Wendy just laughed. “No it’s not pee, I promise. It’s something different. It comes out of a girl’s cunny when she gets excited. And I’m getting really excited today.” She stroked the girl’s short red hair. “Because now you gotta clean me up. With your tongue.”
The girl took a second to process that, then she looked up at Wendy’s face, her expression full of shock and disgust. “No way!” she exclaimed loudly. “That’s sick!”
Wendy’s hand was still on the girl’s head, and now she grabbed another handful of hair, making the girl hiss in sudden pain as she pulled up. “Think about what we just talked about, dummy,” Wendy snapped. “If you don’t do it, you get hurt. And maybe I’ll just leave you here all tied up like this. So are you gonna do it, or not?”
“I’ll do it, I’ll do it!” the girl cried. Wendy released her grip, though she kept her hand on the girl’s head, and waited. The girl was trembling, and crying softly, though she was trying to hide it. She took a few deep breaths, licking her lips, then brought her face in close and gave Wendy’s skin, near the first tiny swell of her sex, a tentative little lick before pulling back.
“Not so bad, right?” Wendy said in a very gentle tone. “I told you it wasn’t pee. Now come on...you’ve gotta lick it all up.” The girl nodded and sighed. Even if it didn’t taste as awful as she thought, it was clear she still found it humiliating. Her pale cheeks were turning dark red, a flush that crept down her neck all the way to her chest. But still, she forced herself to open her mouth and give Wendy a longer lick, right along her inner thigh. “Good girl, keep going,” Wendy said softly.
The girl kept lapping up Wendy’s drying juices, more scared of Wendy’s threats than she was disgusted by the humiliating task. In fact, after the first minute or so, the girl stopped doing tiny little laps and started lashing her tongue across her abuser’s skin with long, wet licks. It was funny...she was able to get over being grossed out much faster than Tambry did. Probably because she didn’t know about sex or anything, so to her, it was just a weird, gross thing, with no extra baggage attached.
There was a little hesitation when Wendy’s pussy was the last part that needed cleaning though. The velvety-soft tongue of the little girl had felt so good, even just on Wendy’s thighs. So she was even juicer now than she was when the girl had started. The girl looked at Wendy’s creaming pussy, then up into Wendy’s face. “Do I really have to?” she asked in a soft, plaintive voice.
“Yes, you little slut,” Wendy hissed, impatient for her to start. She put both hands on the girl’s head and held her tight. “Lick it, right now, or I’m gonna kick your butt all over the woods!”
For a second Wendy thought she might refuse, but then the girl surprised her by licking her pussy just like she was licking her thighs before. Wendy let out a little groan of pleasure, feeling that tiny little tongue slide across her smooth pussy so eagerly, again and again, licking up all of her smeared nectar…
But then it was over. Breathing heavily, Wendy looked down to see the girl looking back at her. “Okay, I did it,” the little girl said, her face beet red with embarrassment. “Can I go now?”
Wendy laughed breathlessly. Well, duh...you just told her to clean you up. She doesn’t know what you really meant! She thought to herself. Maybe it was for the best, really...she didn’t have time to teach this girl how to lick her right. And anyway, even when Tambry had licked her, the dark-skinned girl didn’t really know what she was doing either. The only reason Wendy came so fast was because of how worked up she’d gotten.
So she looked down at the girl with a smile that her nearsighted little victim probably couldn’t even see. “Just one more thing,” she said, helping the girl to her feet and then, to the girl’s surprise, dropping to her own knees in front of her. “I gotta return the favor,” she said. She’d already pulled the other girl’s shorts down a bit for the earlier spanking, so they fell down around her ankles easily.
“But...but I’m not wet like you,” the girl stated fearfully. “You don’t need to...”
“Hush,” Wendy said sharply, and the girl fell silent. Wendy pulled her panties the rest of the way down and examined her victim’s little slit. It was like hers and Tambry’s, but different too...so tiny, and so flat. The lips seemed to almost be pressed against each other. Wendy figured hers must have looked like that a couple of years ago, but she couldn’t remember.
“Mmmm,” she moaned as she opened her mouth and covered the girl’s sweet little privates. Wendy spread her knees apart slightly and used one hand to begin playing with her pussy. The other grabbed the little girl’s rear and held her tight.
The younger girl’s pussy actually resisted her tongue at first, and Wendy just slowly licked her tongue up and down the girl’s sex, sucking gently. Her fingers danced up and down her own pussy at the same time, expertly teasing the much puffier lips open and getting coated in fresh honey at the same time.
It took awhile, and Wendy had to force herself to keep playing with her own cunny slowly, but she felt the little girl’s pussy start to get a little hotter and swell just a little in her mouth. And was it just her imagination, or did the young girl’s breathing start to get a little heavier? Anyway, now Wendy could actually press the tip of her tongue in between her little friend’s nether lips and taste the sweetness inside.
And it was sweet. She tasted so good, so fresh...nobody had ever done this before, not even the girl herself. It was like Wendy was taking something from her and keeping it all. Mine, she thought, her mind on fire. She couldn’t stop her fingers now, they were rubbing her pussy in a fast, tight little circle that kept brushing against her little button in a way that was bringing her to that point of no return so fast…
All mine, mine forever! She kept stroking the tip of her tongue down into that forbidden little crevice. The girl’s breathing was definitely ragged now. And then, shockingly, she actually laid her hands on Wendy’s head, seeming to urge her on…
That little touch was the last thing Wendy needed to sail out over the edge. She pressed her fingertips down on her buzzing little clitty, bucking her hips against her hand. She squeezed the little girl’s ass, holding her close and just wildly lashing her tongue all over her precious little kitty. The whole world just fell away, and there was nothing but the two of them, Wendy and this poor little girl she was abusing, molesting, fucking.
When it was over, Wendy sat back on her butt, panting and licking her lips. She looked up at the girl, who was looking down at her with the strangest expression. Part sad, part scared...part horny. “Feel good?” she asked the younger girl. Wordlessly, the tiny redhead shook her head ‘no.’
Wendy just chuckled. “Liar,” she teased. “You know...if you touch yourself with your fingers like I was just doing with my tongue, you can make yourself feel like that.” The girl’s face reddened, but she still didn’t say anything. Wendy laughed out loud.
Wendy helped the girl pull her panties and shorts up, then untied her wrists and let her pull her shirt back on. She didn’t untie her shoelaces just yet, though, not until Wendy herself had gotten dressed, too. Once they were ready, Wendy grabbed the girl’s arm. “Don’t be stupid and try to run,” Wendy warned her. “I think I probably do know where your folks were when they started fighting.”
The girl nodded, and Wendy grabbed her chin, forcing the tiny girl to look up at her. “Listen...don’t tell anyone about this. Nobody’s gonna believe you. And you know it felt good. You don’t want your Mommy and Daddy to know you actually liked another girl doing that stuff do you, right?”
The girl’s face reddened again, and tears stood in her eyes. “I didn’t...”
“You did too,” Wendy snapped. “I know you did. And your folks will too.” She paused as a cruel thought occurred to her. “They’ll probably fight about it. You want them to start yelling about how it felt when I touched your privates?” The girl’s stricken expression gave Wendy her answer. “Didn’t think so. So just forget it, right? Pretend it never happened. You’re never gonna see me again, anyway. Right?”
The girl’s head dropped, and she nodded. “Yeah. Right...”
“Good. Let’s go.” Wendy led the girl carefully out of the little grove and out of the park. Just a few streets away she found what she was looking for, a restaurant built into an old town house, painted deep blue. There was a woman standing in front of it with short, ragged blonde hair, looking up and down the street worriedly. Wendy quickly hid behind the corner, making sure the girl stayed put.
“Okay, I see your mom. Just head towards the blue building,” Wendy told her. She paused, dropping into a crouch and studying the girl’s face, trying to make sure she’d remember it. The girl just squinted back at her. “It’s been fun, kid,” Wendy said with a smirk. She glanced up and down the street. They were alone...she grabbed the little girl’s shoulders and pressed her against the wall. Before her tiny friend had time to react Wendy was forcing a deep kiss on her, pushing her tongue between the little girl’s lips. She could taste her own pussy in the younger kid’s mouth. She sucked the tiny, silky-soft tongue into her own mouth and twisted it together with hers before releasing her victim and breaking the kiss.
“I wish I could keep you,” Wendy breathed longingly, licking her lips. The girl just stared at her, wide-eyed, wiping her mouth without thinking. “But it’s time for you to go. And you’re gonna forget, right? This never happened. You just got lost.”
“Please,” the girl said, visibly trembling, “Please just lemme go...I won’t tell, not ever. I just wanna go home...”
“Good girl.” Wendy stood and gave the girl a shove in the right direction. She started walking quickly away as she heard the girl break into a run and heard her shout, “Mooooom!”
Wendy was a few streets away, heading home, when she realized she never even learned the girl’s name. Her face broke into a grin. She just made a little girl have sex for the first time, and they didn’t even know each other’s names. Well, why should she bother knowing the little slut’s name? Wendy got what she needed, and the girl would be out of Gravity Falls forever soon.
And there were so many girls just like her...dumb tourist kids, wandering away from their folks. Wendy felt her young body go all tingly again as she realized she could do the exact same thing again, if she really wanted. All she had to do was watch out for another chance.
Maybe I am a lezzie weirdo, Wendy thought, and it made her laugh. Yeah, she definitely was. And she was going to have so much fun.
Nobody could stop her.
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