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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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Wendy was in a pensive mood. The gift shop was empty, so she just sat behind the register, drumming her fingers on the counter as she pretended to read a single page of her rock magazine for about the hundredth time. Outside, she could hear Mabel laughing along with her two friends, Candy and Grenda. It had been a couple of weeks since Wendy had made Mabel hers, and the little brunette had started to adapt really well. Most of the time, she seemed totally normal.
“Fuck it,” Wendy muttered under her breath. She stood up. Right now, normal wasn’t what she wanted. She walked to the door, leaned out and called, “Hey Mabel! Lemme see you for a sec!” The three girls were sitting out on a blanket spread on the grass, passing boy band magazines back and forth. Mabel jerked when she heard the call, but quickly relaxed.
“Be right back girls,” she promised with a grin as she hurried up to where Wendy held the door for her. The redhead flipped around the sign that said “Back in 5 Minutes” and locked the door behind Mabel. Then Wendy turned, crossing her arms and looking down at the younger girl who stood there, head down, hands clasped in front of her.
“Strip,” Wendy ordered. Mabel looked up, forced a tiny smile, and nodded. Without a word she pulled off her sweater, revealing a lavender sleeveless undershirt. She unclasped her skirt and shimmied it down her hips, revealing panties dotted with tiny green cartoon frogs. The well-trained little girl didn’t hesitate as she pulled off the undershirt and then pulled the panties down her legs, stepping out of them and the skirt as she stood there, arms at her sides, looking up at Wendy expectantly.
Wendy drank in the sight of Mabel’s slender naked body for a moment, letting her eyes linger over all of Mabel’s most private places that Wendy now owned. “Turn around, bend over, and finger your pussy,” Wendy said after a moment, her tone terse.
Mabel had obviously picked up that her girlfriend wasn’t in a good mood. There was a nervous expression on her face as she did as ordered, sucking two fingers into her mouth to get them nice and slick before sliding them into her smooth, hairless slit, pumping them in and out while Wendy watched. Wendy could see how fast Mabel got wet, such a big change from a short while ago. And even from behind, she could see how red Mabel’s cheeks and neck were...it was obvious the little brunette still found this humiliating...but was she actually starting to get off on that?
“Okay, stand up against the wall,” Wendy directed after a moment. Once again, Mabel obeyed instantly, her expression even more nervous than before. Wendy grabbed Mabel’s wrist, lifting her hand to suck Mabel’s honey from her fingers. The taste was still so intoxicating, so sweet…
Then, on a sudden, vicious impulse, Wendy released Mabel’s wrist and reached for her flat chest with both hands. She dug her nails cruelly into the soft flesh and flawless skin around each of Mabel’s tiny nipples. Mabel whimpered and pressed her back harder against the wall, but otherwise didn’t move. Wendy licked her lips and twisted her fingers, pinching the skin and digging her nails in even harder. She could feel Mabel’s body start to shake. Curling her fingers like claws, she pinched down harder and began to tug outwards on Mabel’s tender flesh. Unable to help herself, a tiny sob escaped Mabel’s lips, and tears began to trickle down her cheeks.
The flash that surged through Wendy’s pussy was incredible. She released Mabel’s nascent tits and pinned her to the wall by her shoulders, kissing the little girl deeply, licking the tears from her cheeks, sucking her pained whimpers into her mouth. “Good girl,” she whispered shakily when she broke the kiss, stroking Mabel’s hair and looking into her eyes. “Such a good girlfriend.”
Mabel was breathing heavily, and she looked scared and confused, but a hesitant smile was on her face. With a last, soft kiss Wendy released her and stood. “Okay, you can get dressed and go,” Wendy told her. Mabel looked even more confused, but quickly did as she was told. When she was dressed she wiped her eyes and her mouth with the tissues Wendy handed to her. Then she went to the door and stood there for a moment, closing her eyes and taking a few long, deep breaths. A broad grin appeared on Mabel’s face and she opened the door wide, running back outside. “Alright you guys, where were we?” she called as she hurried back to the others.
Wendy watched them through the window, one hand down her jeans and diddling her pussy gently. “It’s not enough,” she muttered to herself. “I need more...” Keeping Mabel as a personal pet was great. She was so obedient now. As Wendy had just seen, she was even starting to like some of what happened to her...sort of. But Wendy had to restrain herself so much...they only had so much time together, and there was only so far Wendy could push, she knew that.
And Wendy had found her eyes wandering more and more to the tourist girls coming into the Shack, to girls she saw on the streets...girls she wouldn’t have to hold back with. Girls she could use as she liked then terrorize into silence, sure that their relief at being set free would keep them from wanting to relive what had happened to them. Wendy bit her lip tightly as she felt an orgasm building. She leaned against the wall, propping herself up with her forearm as her fingertip danced around her clit inside her tight jeans.
But she wanted Mabel to help her do it. That was the big test. Was Mabel really that broken, that obedient? Would she actually help Wendy play with another girl? Or was it going to be like Tambry all over again...Wendy let out a muffled moan as she came, her mind flooding with memories of a long ago day…
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Ten-year-old Wendy Corduroy was feeling pretty great. She was laying on a grassy hill in the woods, near her family’s land and pretty close to the always creepy and corny Mystery Shack, drinking in the afternoon sun in her favorite overalls...even if they had become uncomfortably tight in some places. She’d undone the snaps and pulled the denim garment down to her waist, exposing her white tanktop. Summer was winding down, with only a few weeks left until school started up again. That was a downer, but she definitely felt like this summer was time well spent.
Her best friend was basically her sex slave now. Wendy had made Tambry do every single thing she’d ever fantasized about, and then she’d started inventing new stuff for them to do. It was amazing. And nobody knew...Tambry might have become kind of weird and withdrawn, but it was pretty obvious at this point she wasn’t going to tell.
And that wasn’t all. Wendy had found out she could make other girls do what she wanted. Younger girls. There was that nearsighted little redhead she found after she did Tambry...that was the best. There had been two more since then, and each one was incredible, but she hadn’t been able to take her time with them like she did with the first.
Wendy reached up into the air and mimed grabbing a cloud. Not even Tambry knew about any of that, though. That was a secret just for Wendy...well, her and the three little girls she’d fucked. She kinda wanted to tell Tambry, though. Not just tell...show her. Make Tambry watch while she played with some little brat. Make Tambry play with her. Make Tambry and the brat play with Wendy…
Without even really thinking about it, Wendy’s hand was stroking her belly, coaxing up her tanktop and exposing her pale stomach. Her hand slid down underneath her overalls, reaching for her panties as she thought of the nasty, wonderful things she could make Tambry do if they had another girl to play with.
“What are you doing?” The question came out of nowhere, startling Wendy into a loud squawk as she sat up, yanking her hand out of her pants. Looking around sharply, her eyes fell on a girl standing a short distance away, under a tree at the bottom of the hill Wendy was laying on. She was wearing a knitted red skirt and colorful striped leggings with sneakers. She had a dark blue denim jacket and a red and orange striped shirt under it. The most interesting thing about her look was her cobalt blue hair.
“What do you care what I’m doing?” Wendy snapped, pulling herself to her feet. She could feel her cheeks get hot, and she hoped this girl wouldn’t notice she was blushing as she pulled her overalls back up and snapped them into place. The blue-haired girl looked her up and down with a single raised eyebrow and a cute little smirk that made Wendy start feeling punchy.
“I don’t,” the girl finally said with a shrug. “I guess you gotta do something in a place like this.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Wendy said, rather belligerently.
“I mean, this town is even more boring than my town,” the other girl said. “My Mom and Dad are taking the tour at that Mystery Shack place, but I figured exploring the woods would just about have to be more fun than that.”
Hearing for sure that this was a tourist girl gave Wendy pause. She took a few steps down the hill to look at her more closely. She was pretty cute. A little pointed nose, a dusting of freckles around her eyes. She was definitely shorter than Wendy, but the redhead figured her for a little older, maybe the same age as Tambry. She didn’t look very tough...except for her eyes. There was something there that Wendy thought looked interesting. Like this girl had seen some things.
A thought started to bubble up in Wendy’s head, but she wanted to step carefully. “Yeah, this town’s pretty lame,” she said with a cautious smile, holding out her hand. “I’m Hannah,” she said. The second tourist girl Wendy had played with wanted to know her name, and Wendy still regretted giving it to her. What if she did decide to tell, even years down the line? Wendy had decided that the next time it came up, she’d have a fake name ready.
“Coraline,” the blue-haired girl replied, taking Wendy’s hand. She looked surprised at the firm shake Wendy gave her. “So, you live here?”
“Some of the time,” Wendy said with a shrug. Like with her name, the fewer details any of these girls had, the better.
“That’s gotta kinda suck.” Coraline looked out at the dense pine forests. “So, are there really monsters out there, or is that Mr. Mystery guy just totally full of it?”
Wendy grinned. “I’ve seen weird stuff out there, for real. Maybe there are monsters. You scared?”
That look that Wendy had noticed before seemed to intensify in Coraline’s eyes as she continued to scan the trees. “Nope. I can deal with monsters.” She said it with a quiet confidence that Wendy found too enticing to resist. Maybe she was still worked up from before she was interrupted, but all at once she made up her mind.
“Oh yeah?” she said, a clear challenge in her voice that made Coraline look back at her sharply. “Prove it.”
“What do you mean ‘prove it?’” Coraline asked peevishly. “Prove what?”
“There’s a really creepy place I know,” Wendy said. “It’s really close. Maybe it’s haunted. Maybe there’s some monster living in it. Let’s go check it out.”
The blue-haired girl looked hesitant. “What?” Wendy asked with a wicked smirk. “I thought you were bored.” She shrugged, folding her arms behind her head and leaning against a tree. “But if you’re too scared, that’s cool. Whatever.”
That seemed to make Coraline bristle slightly. “I can handle whatever this lame town’s got,” she declared. “Let’s go!”
Wendy led her new friend through the woods to the very same storage shed that she’d turn into her own personal dungeon a few years later. At the moment, though, it was mostly abandoned. A rough little stone structure with narrow, dust-caked windows just under the eaves and a metal door with a large padlock securing it. “So, do you gotta be back before your folks get done with the tour?” Wendy asked casually as they approached the shed.
Coraline, looking warily at the structure, shook her head. “No...they just said to be back at the motel before dinnertime. So...what is this, anyway? And how do we get in?”
Wendy quickly lowered her head, making a show out of fishing around in her pockets while hiding the gleeful smile she just couldn’t suppress. Dinnertime? Nobody’s going to come looking for her for hours! Wendy suddenly felt lightheaded and her knees actually started shaking. I can do this...I know I can do this…
“Here we go,” she said, just a little breathlessly, pulling her keys from her pocket. All of the buildings on the Corduroy’s property had locks that opened with the same key, a key that all of Manly Dad’s kids had a copy of. Fighting to keep her hands from shaking, Wendy removed the padlock and pulled the door open, the metal making a subtle groaning noise as it scraped the doorway. The interior seemed pitch black when compared to the sunny forest. “After you,” she said teasingly, waving at the door.
“Uh-uh,” Coraline said, folding her arms. “This is some kind of prank. You’re gonna lock me in there or something. How dumb do you think I am?”
Wendy came so close to jumping the blue-haired girl at that moment. The excitement of the hunt had her so keyed up that this little frustration sent a bolt of white-hot rage through her young body. With a massive effort, she managed to fight it down. She was bigger than the other girl, but not that much. If she wanted to be sure she could take her, she had to get Coraline inside.
“Don’t be so paranoid,” she finally said, rolling her eyes. She made a big, dramatic production of taking the keys and the padlock and tossing them inside the shed. “There, happy? Can’t lock you in now, right? And since you’re such a wuss, I’ll go in first.” Without a backwards glance, she stomped inside the darkened interior.
Actually, this was going to work out even better than Wendy’s first idea of jumping Coraline from behind. Now she had a chance to grab what she needed first. There was a heavy steel rack of shelves bolted to one wall of the shed. And sitting on one of those shelves was a big bag of something you could never have enough of. Zip ties.
Moving as quietly as she could, Wendy grabbed a couple from the bag. Then she just stood there, just a step away from the doorway, and waited. Her chest was heaving and she still had that drunk, light-headed feeling, but her whole body was as tense as a crossbow.
“Hannah?” Coraline called out.
“I’m in here,” Wendy called back. “Come on already!”
“If you scare me, I’m gonna punch you,” Coraline said warningly, and Wendy had to smother a giggle. She held her breath as she heard the other girl step closer. Coraline stopped in the doorway, peering around the gloomy interior, letting her eyes adjust to the faint light. And that’s when Wendy pounced.
She grabbed Coraline’s wrist and yanked her to the side, hard, making her totter and stumble. She held that wrist against the metal shelves with one hand and quickly used a zip tie to fasten that wrist in place on the sturdy steel rack. True to her word, Coraline lashed out with her other fist and an angry shout. She managed to strike a glancing blow against Wendy’s cheek that made her hiss in pain.
“Bitch!” Wendy snapped, reflexively punching Coraline right in the stomach. Coraline’s eyes widened and her face went pale. She probably would have fallen, but her bound wrist made her slump backwards against the shelves. Wendy grabbed hold of the hem of Coraline’s jacket and shirt and pulled up hard. Coraline, trying to catch her breath, didn’t understand what was happening. She struggled weakly, but quickly got tangled in her own clothes as Wendy kept pulling.
It took some yanking and twisting, but finally Wendy managed to yank Coraline’s head and her free arm from her clothes, leaving them dangling from her right arm by that single sleeve, and leaving her naked from the waist up. Coraline’s hair was wild, static making much of it stick up at odd angles, and her face was beet red with anger. She quickly reached out and grabbed Wendy’s ponytail, yanking on it hard enough to bring tears to Wendy’s eyes.
But the distraction that provided was worth it. Wendy ignored the pain and grabbed the knit skirt around Coraline’s waist. “Oh no you fucking don’t!” Coraline screamed, twisting and kicking. Wendy took advantage of her distraction to twist her head and yank her ponytail from Coraline’s grip. With a cry of outrage, the blue-haired girl tried to twist her hips away from Wendy’s hands, but it was too late. Wendy’s fingers had curled down into the garment with a tight enough grip to start yanking everything down Coraline’s legs. And she was strong enough to literally just lift the other girl by the seat of her pants. Coraline kicked out frantically, but the movement really just helped Wendy slide skirt, leggings and panties down her slender legs.
With one final yank, everything, including Coraline’s shoes, popped off, and Wendy tossed it all on the concrete floor in an untidy heap. She paused for just a moment to catch her breath and think of her next move. She took a moment to admire her handiwork. Coraline’s chest was as skinny and flat as Wendy’s own...she even had a light dusting of freckles there, too. Her hips were as skinny as a boy’s, which Wendy already knew from how easily her clothes slipped off. Her pussy looked so inviting to Wendy’s predatory eyes, the lips closed tight, but plump and puffy, moreso than Tambry’s. Wendy’s mouth started watering at the sight.
Then a little sound caught Wendy’s attention. Her eyes widened as she saw Coraline feeling around on the shelves with her free hand. There were definitely things on those shelves Wendy didn’t want her getting.
With a frantic tackle, she grabbed Coraline’s arm, pinning it down with one hand while she reached for another zip tie and quickly fixed it into place. Coraline was now secured to the heavy steel shelves, her arms outstretched. With an eager, toothy grin, Wendy grabbed Coraline’s chin and tilted her furious face up. “Gotcha,” she panted.
“Fuck...you!” Coraline screamed. She lifted both feet from the ground and planted them against Wendy’s abdomen before kicking out with all her strength. Wendy didn’t quite completely leave the ground, but she was sent careening backwards. On the opposite wall of the shed there was a low wooden counter, and Wendy fell hard right against the edge of it. Stars went off behind her eyes and she fell to the ground in a heap.
The pain was so bad Wendy actually started to cry. She lay on the ground, clutching at her back with tears running down her face. “That’s what you get!” The angry shout made Wendy freeze. Looking over, she could see her naked victim looking down at her, eyes blazing. She was pulling as hard as she could against the plastic zip ties keeping her pinned. “Now let. Me. Go.”
A hot flash of rage swept through Wendy’s body, banishing the pain for the moment. She sniffled and wiped her eyes, using the counter to pull herself painfully to her feet. She took a few steps towards Coraline, but the blue-haired girl lashed out with her legs again. Wendy backed up, then tried again. Once again, a flurry of wild kicks made her step back. With a sudden, wicked grin, Wendy tried one more time. This time, when Coraline started kicking, Wendy grabbed her right ankle and held it.
“Let go!” Coraline cried, trying to pull her foot back and kicking out with the other. Wendy just let herself be pulled forward, grabbing the left leg as she went. In short order she found herself between Coraline’s legs, her arms hooked under the other girl’s knees and keeping them held securely. Coraline was still kicking out as best as she could, but it wasn’t doing any good now.
Wendy grinned wickedly. “You know, if someone saw us like this, they might get the wrong idea,” she said tauntingly.
Coraline’s face reddened. “Shut up!” she snapped, trying her best to twist away. Wendy just laughed and started rolling her hips, grinding her lower body against Coraline’s naked pussy.
“Mmmm, that’s good,” Wendy moaned, only half-faking the pleasure she felt. Through the thick denim she wasn’t getting much stimulation, but being able to do this to the other girl while she looked on with such an angry, helpless, sickened expression felt so good.
After a moment, Coraline seemed to get better control of herself, and her expression just turned sullen. “I’m not scared of you,” Coraline spat. “I beat a real monster. You’re just some sicko bully.”
“Oh yeah?” Wendy chuckled. She pushed forward with all her might, until Coraline’s knees were almost touching her ears. The blue-haired girl's breath was forced from her lungs with a guttural sound, and her face began turning a little purple as pain and compression made it impossible to catch her breath. “How long do you think it would take before you passed out?” Wendy asked, her voice light and curious. Coraline just glowered back at her silently.
The redhead shifted slightly, hooking Coraline’s knees over her shoulders. The pressure came off of Coraline’s body just a little bit, and her color began to return to normal. In this position, Wendy could grab a little coil of thin rope from the shelf behind Coraline. Two loops and a couple of firm knots, and the other girl was bound in an utterly obscene position. Her knees were nearly level with her head, and the way Wendy had tied them, her ass and pussy were forced out and spread wide in an invitation Wendy just couldn’t resist any longer.
With an eager moan Wendy began sucking on those pretty, puffy nether lips, bringing each one into her mouth and nibbling it gently in turn. Coraline’s lips curled in disgust, and suddenly she began shrieking at the top of her lungs. “HELP ME! HELP ME HELP ME HELP HELP! MOM! DAD! HELP MEEEEEEEE!”
Wendy jumped as the sudden, piercing screams startled her badly. Anger at being interrupted just as she was getting started warred with anger at herself for not seeing this coming. The shed was quite a ways from town, but not so far away from the stupid Mystery Shack that she wanted to take chances.
With a frustrated little growl, Wendy stood back up and went to the pile of Coraline’s clothes, fishing out the other girl’s plain white panties. Striding back to the bound girl, Wendy grabbed her ear and yanked hard. Coraline’s mouth opened wide, cutting her off mid-scream with a strangled cry of pain, and Wendy jammed the wadded up undergarment in her mouth fast. There was, of course, a roll of duct tape on the shelves as well, and Wendy wrapped it around Coraline’s head several times, keeping it tight enough to hold the panties in her mouth for quite awhile.
“That’s gonna yank out some hair later,” Wendy observed. “But you just had to start screaming.” Coraline began trying to scream again, but the panties and the tape made quite an effective gag, muffling the sound nicely. Wendy nodded in satisfaction, then went to pull the shed door shut...something she really ought to have done awhile ago. Then she turned to Coraline and, while the blue-haired girl watched helplessly, began to strip herself.
“You wanted to know what I was doing back there, right?” Wendy asked teasingly as she peeled the tight denim overalls down her legs. “I’ll show you. It’s a lot of fun.” Stepping out of them, Wendy straightened up and pulled off the white tanktop, running her hands over her bare, flat chest and giving her tiny nipples a few hard pinches to make them stick up. Coraline groaned and closed her eyes, shaking her head.
“Awww, don’t be so shy!” Wendy laughed. She started pulling her sky blue panties down her legs, noting the way the crotch clung damply to her smooth skin. Once she was fully naked, she stepped up to Coraline. She looked closely at the other girl’s face as she brought their pussies together. Coraline’s puffy lips felt so good as they squished against Wendy’s flatter sex. The feeling of the velvety, soft flesh rubbing together was so, so good…
Then Coraline opened her eyes for just a moment and glanced up at Wendy. The blue-haired girl flinched a little and closed her eyes tight once more, her head turning to the side. But that one little look told Wendy what she wanted to know. That same look was there, the one she’d seen on the three little girls she played with. That confused, hurt look. That look that told Wendy she was taking something away from Coraline that she’d never, ever get back.
Wendy bit her lip and humped her hips harder against Coraline’s pussy for a moment. It felt so good, Wendy knew she could cum from just that, but it wasn’t what she wanted just then. Instead, she dropped down to her haunches, one hand grabbing Coraline’s skinny ass for support while the other went between her own legs, fingers alternating between stroking up and down her slit and moving in a tight little circle just over her little button.
And while she did that, she began devouring Coraline’s pussy again. The blue-haired girl let out a muffled groan as she felt Wendy’s tongue invade her privates, licking hungrily all over. As she twisted her tongue between Coraline’s soft folds, she could taste the other girl’s juices as they started to flow, and with a sound of ecstasy she quickly lapped them up.
With that kind of stimulation, Wendy couldn’t last long. Her whole body shuddered as she came, her legs opening as wide as they could as she slid a finger in and out of her tight, soaking wet little hole. Her own juices poured out, coating her hand and dripping a little to the concrete floor. She opened her mouth wide and covered all of Coraline’s puffy, swollen mound, her tongue lashing over the soft, yielding skin hungrily.
When she recovered, Wendy stood, licking her fingers clean. “Did that feel good?” she asked. Trying to hide her look of shame, Coraline kept her face turned to the side resolutely. She shook her head no, just slightly. “Liar,” Wendy teased. Her palm was still wet with her own pussy juice, and she rubbed it on Coraline’s cheek cruelly.
Then Wendy began pulling her clothes back on. “I’m leaving,” she said. Coraline’s head snapped up and she looked at Wendy, trying to ask something through her panties. “Don’t worry, I’m coming back,” she said with a laugh. “I just need to get...some toys.” She grinned viciously, showing her teeth. “Then I can really have fun.” She stepped back over to her victim, and Coraline let out a shout and began twisting around in place, but all Wendy did was take a few more zip ties and wrap them around Coraline’s forearms and biceps. That way all the weight wouldn’t be on just her wrists while Wendy was gone.
“Okay, you can just hang out till I get back,” Wendy said lightly, giggling at her own lame joke. She closed and locked the door behind her, leaving Coraline twisting against her bonds and screaming as loud as she could through the gag. Wendy listened as she walked away from the sturdily built little shed, noting with satisfaction that the sound of Coraline’s screaming was completely gone when she was maybe twenty feet away. The redhead began heading back towards town.
Tambry’s parents weren’t home, so Wendy just walked into the house and went upstairs, pushing her friend’s bedroom door open with no warning. “Tambry!” she half-shouted. The girl on the bed was wearing a purple t-shirt, brown shorts and white ankle socks. She yelped and jumped as her door burst open, her phone flying out of her hands and making her fumble to grab it out of the air again.
“Wendy, what...” Tambry stopped when she saw Wendy’s face. “What happened to you?”
“Huh?” Wendy turned and looked at herself in Tambry’s vanity. “Oh.” When Coraline had punched her, it had hurt, but Wendy had quickly forgotten it. There was a beauty of a bruise blossoming right on her cheekbone though. “Just forget it,” she said, turning back to the girl on the bed. “Get ready to go.”
Tambry looked startled, both by Wendy’s bruised face and the abrupt command, but like a good girl she immediately fished her shoes out from under her bed and started pulling them on. While she did that, Wendy went to Tambry’s dresser and started fishing around through her underwear drawer. Tambry glanced up to see what she was doing, then quickly lowered her head again, dusky cheeks turning dark pink as she saw Wendy pull out a black leather collar and a long chain leash along with a small purple dildo.
Wendy took a moment to admire the shiny sex toy. It hadn’t been easy to get, but she and Tambry had had so much fun with it. Well, Wendy thought it was fun, anyway. She stuffed it and the collar and leash in the big pocket on the front of her overalls.
Wendy began to turn away, then paused and turned back, opening another drawer. This time, she pulled out a black leather belt, folded it in half and pulled on the ends sharply, making it snap loudly. Tambry winced at that sound, but Wendy just laughed. “Don’t worry, Tambry...it’s not for you.” That went into her pocket as well. Tambry finished tying her shoes and stood up. “Alright, we’re leaving,” Wendy announced.
“Where?” Tambry asked hesitantly.
“Shut up, Tambry,” Wendy snapped. “Just shut up and follow me. Got it?” Without waiting for an answer, Wendy turned and left the room. Tambry quickly followed.
Tambry didn’t say a word as the two girls walked through the streets and into the woods, clearly picking up that Wendy was in no mood. Wendy on the other hand was so eager to get back it was all she could do not to break into a run. Her mind was burning with the thought of what she could make Tambry do to Coraline, and besides, she was still nervous about leaving the blue-haired girl alone.
But when they got to the shed, everything seemed to be intact. Coraline wasn’t screaming anymore, but the door and the windows were all in place. Wendy breathed a little sigh of relief, then turned to Tambry, who was quailing a bit at the sight of the rather ominous little stone shed in the middle of the woods.
Wendy lifted a finger to her lips. “Stay quiet, and strip,” she ordered in a whisper.
“What’s happening?” Tambry asked, also whispering. She sounded both nervous and a little exasperated. She did, however, immediately start taking her clothes off, pulling off her dark purple t-shirt and pulling her shorts down her legs, leaving her in just a plain pair of white panties, ankle socks and sparkly purple running shoes. That kind of instant obedience gave Wendy a warm little rush that really softened the harsh, burning eagerness that was consuming her.
“Panties too,” Wendy commanded, and Tambry sighed a little as she bent over, slipping her underwear down her legs. Wendy smiled and ran her hand up and down Tambry’s naked body, playing with her tiny babyfat breasts just for a moment. Tambry stood obediently, her hands behind her back, as Wendy gently molested her. Wendy smiled and gave her friend a little kiss on the cheek.
Then Wendy began to strip as well, until, like before, she was wearing nothing but her socks. She gathered both their clothes up in a bundle under her arm, then grabbed the chain leash and wrapped it around her hand twice.
“Listen,” she breathed, using the leash to pull Tambry closer. “We’re gonna play a game. Right now, my name’s Hannah, got it? Hannah. What’s my name?”
“H-Hannah...” Tambry answered, her voice also a barely audible whisper. She looked very confused and very frightened. “But what’s going...” she stopped in mid-sentence as Wendy gave her a warning look, looking down at her feet. Wendy nodded and went to the door.
As she unlocked the heavy padlock and pulled the latch back, she could hear Coraline cry out from inside. It was very muffled, but Wendy thought she was asking “Who’s there?!”
At that sound, Tambry gasped loudly. Wendy turned and quickly clapped her hands over the other girl’s mouth.
“I’m not gonna tell you again,” Wendy grated. “Shut. Up. You’re not allowed to talk till I say so, or I will use that belt on you. Got it?” Tambry’s eyes went very wide and she nodded frantically. When Wendy moved her hand, she could see that Tambry had her lips clamped shut tight.
Wendy opened the door and led Tambry inside. Coraline was still hanging from the shelf in her extremely obscene and uncomfortable position. She was glaring daggers at Wendy as she came in, but when she saw what the redhead had on her leash she let out an angry cry and started struggling uselessly against her bonds.
Wendy just grinned at her. “What’s the matter? Oh, wait, this?” Wendy gave the leash a yank, and Tambry stumbled forward a step. “I told you I was getting some toys, and this one’s my favorite. You can just call her Slut.” There was a furious blush on Tambry’s face that went down her neck all the way to her chest as Wendy degraded her so casually.
“You guys are gonna be best buds, I just know it,” Wendy continued, pulling Tambry over to where Coraline was tied to the metal shelf. “Here you go Slut,” she said, grabbing Tambry’s shoulders and pushing her down. “Get down on your knees and say hello.” Tambry let herself get forced into a kneeling position, her face almost perfectly level with Coraline’s exposed pussy. She looked at it, then looked up at Wendy, an ashamed and pleading expression on her face.
“Just get to it,” Wendy directed. “Coraline loves getting her cunny licked. Don’t you?” She ruffled Coraline’s blue hair, chuckling at the murderous look she got in return. Tambry began lapping at Coraline’s slit as Wendy took the bundle of clothes under her arm to the counter.
As she was fishing the dildo and the belt from her overalls’ pocket, she suddenly heard Coraline whispering, quite clearly. “You don’t have to do this,” she said. “The door’s open...just run for help, please! That Mystery Shack place is really close, I bet you can get there before she catches you! Hurry!”
She probably would have kept it up, but she cut herself off as Wendy turned back with an evil grin. “She doing a good job?” she asked casually. “Does it feel good?” Coraline just glared at her, and Wendy giggled. “C’mere, Slut,” she commanded.
Tambry paused for a moment, then began to stand up. “Stop...crawl.” She could hear Tambry sigh softly as she turned and crawled over on her hands and knees. Wendy leaned against the wooden counter with her legs spread slightly. She didn’t even look down, keeping her eyes on Coraline. “Lick me slow.”
Tambry had learned to use her mouth so much more skillfully than the crude tonguing she gave Wendy her first time a few months ago. Wendy’s eyelids fluttered and she stroked her fingers through Tambry’s hair. “That’s a good girl,” she moaned softly. Part of her wanted to let it go on...but she had so much to do. So instead she pulled Tambry’s head back. Tambry looked up at her, startled and confused. Wendy smiled down at her and lifted her other hand. The shorter girl started to wince back, then stopped and lifted her chin, eyes closed tight, waiting for the slap.
Wendy grinned over at Coraline, who was looking at Tambry with a sad expression. “See that? You thought you could get her to do what you wanted? She’s mine.” Tambry tensed up sharply as Wendy’s hand came down, but all the redhead did was pat her on the cheek. “That was good, Slut,” she murmured softly. “That was so good.”
Realizing she’d been caught, Coraline pushed her panties to one side of her mouth and spoke under the tape gag, through a little gap she’d pushed with her tongue. “You’re sick,” she said flatly. “Just a nasty fucking sicko perv.”
Wendy grinned, standing up straight with the folded-over belt in her hand. “You’re probably right,” she agreed, stepping around Tambry, who was still kneeling on the floor. “But the fucking part’s a lot of fun. I’ll show you.” She went over to the door and pulled it closed. With a pair of shears, she cut the tape gag and yanked it from Coraline’s head, making her squeak as it took a fair amount of blue hair with it. Coraline spat her sodden panties on the ground and licked her dry lips.
Then she moved to stand in front of Coraline, hands on her hips, legs apart. She could feel both the blue-haired girl and Tambry looking at her, and rather than make her feel shy or embarrassed or ashamed, it made her feel powerful. Their nakedness made them afraid, because they knew they were toys here, not her. Her nakedness just showed them she didn’t consider them worth her modesty.
She reached out to gently caress Coraline’s glistening cunt, running her fingertips along the outer and inner lips. Then she brought those fingertips to her mouth and licked them. “I taste pussy juice,” she teased. “I knew you’d like Tambry licking you. She’s pretty good at it.”
Coraline didn’t say anything, but the way her cheeks turned pink was answer enough.
“Okay, look,” Wendy said briskly, turning to the task at hand. “I wanna have some fun with you two. And right now, I want to get you to the middle of the room. And I want to get your clothes all the way off,” she said, gesturing to where Coraline’s shirt and jacket still hung from her right forearm. “Plus, you can’t be too comfy hanging there like that. So I’m gonna let you stand up and tie your legs back to the shelf. It’ll be easier for both of us if you just behave.”
“Go to hell,” Coraline snapped. Wendy just sighed and shook her head.
“I was afraid you were gonna say that.” Wendy drew her arm back and the folded over leather belt came whistling down, hitting Coraline’s sex with a crack that seemed to ring in the small room. The blue-haired girl’s face went white. Wendy pulled back for another blow, and again, the belt hit right at the swell of Coraline’s puffy little mound. Coraline finally found her voice again and screamed. Even though the gag still muffled her voice somewhat, that scream of agony was piercing.
Wendy hadn’t ever hurt a girl like this before...not since she nearly throttled Tambry that first time. And then, she’d been so crazy with anger she couldn’t think about what was happening. And every time she’d done it since...well, it wasn’t like she hadn’t enjoyed it, but it was really just a tool to get them to do what she wanted, like she was doing now. This was more extreme...but Coraline wasn’t a regular little girl, and Wendy figured she was going to have to really show the blue-haired girl what she could do.
But this time...when that belt hit Coraline’s pussy, Wendy felt her clitty twitch. And the second time, when Coraline started screaming, Wendy’s knees almost gave out as pure evil pleasure made her pussy gush. She lifted her hand again, and Coraline looked at her, terror in her eyes, and screamed, “NO STOP PLEASE!” And the way she shrieked even louder as the belt went down and cruelly licked her most private, special, precious place almost made Wendy cum without even touching herself.
Wendy staggered back, turning to the counter and holding herself up with both arms. She was shaking all over. The blood was pounding in her ears. She could feel the juices coating her thighs and her pussy felt like it was on fire. What was happening to her? She turned to Tambry, still kneeling on the floor, looking at Wendy with a stunned expression, and grabbed her hair with both hands. She didn’t even tell the other girl to lick her, she just rubbed her dripping slit against Tambry’s shocked face until she came with an angry shout.
Wendy shoved Tambry away, sending her sprawling back against the hard ground. As Wendy stalked back to Coraline, Tambry scrambled up into a sitting position, hugging her legs tightly against her chest, a terrified expression on her face. Coraline, however, had stopped screaming, though her chest was heaving as she fought back tears. She was watching Wendy warily, her eyes fixed on the belt still hanging from Wendy’s hand.
Wendy reached out with her free hand. Coraline flinched back as best she could, but couldn’t stop Wendy from pinching her mouth open. The redhead leaned in and licked Coraline’s face all over, ending by letting a big drop of saliva drop right into Coraline’s forced-open mouth. Wendy then forced the other girl’s mouth closed until, with a sick expression, she saw Coraline swallow.
“Tell me to go to hell again,” Wendy urged breathlessly. She was still shaking with eagerness, and she knew Coraline could feel that as she kept caressing her freckled cheek. “Go ahead...do it!”
Coraline studied Wendy’s face for a long moment, then shook her head slightly. “So you’re gonna behave?” Wendy demanded. Another long pause, and Coraline nodded. “Fine,” Wendy snapped. Moving fast, she untied the loop of rope holding Coraline’s left leg up and guided it down to the ground, using another zip tie to affix it to the shelves.
Wendy felt all jumbled up inside...part of her so desperately wanted to hurt Coraline even more. And she was a little disappointed that the blue-haired girl had broken so easily. But she also felt that familiar rush of satisfaction at bending another girl to her will. Besides, she told herself, I never said I wouldn’t hurt her anymore...and it’s not like I need a reason. With that delightful thought, she untied Coraline’s right leg and pulled it down as well, squatting down to tie it into place.
*CRACK* Blinding pain suddenly erupted in Wendy’s face and she immediately fell back to the concrete. Clutching her nose, she could feel blood oozing between her fingers. At first, she had no idea what happened, but when she looked up to see Coraline looking back at her with a smile of pure satisfaction, she knew. She kicked me! That bitch kicked me in the face! She’d let Wendy think she’d be good...even let Wendy do her first leg so she wouldn’t see it coming!
“I told you,” Coraline said, her voice dripping with contempt. “I’m not scared of you. And I don’t care what you do to me, I’m not making anything easier for you.”
Wendy couldn’t speak. She sucked in a breath and started coughing and spluttering. She crawled halfway across the floor before pulling herself to her feet and staggering over to the counter. There was a roll of shop towels there, and Wendy grabbed a rough handful to staunch her nosebleed. It hurt so bad...every beat of her heart made her nose throb. Except for her own, ragged breathing, the shed had become eerily silent. Glancing down, she could see Tambry sitting there, hiding her face between her knees.
When it seemed like the bleeding had stopped, Wendy wiped her face as best she could and walked back over to Coraline. The blue-haired girl kicked out at her, but Wendy just caught her ankle, bending her leg up as she had earlier. The difference was, with her other leg tied down to the ground, it was a much more painful stretch now. But the look Coraline gave her was still angry and defiant.
With a snarl, Wendy punched her in the stomach, twice, driving the air from Coraline’s lungs. With the shears she’d used before, she quickly cut all the zipties free from her arms, then bent down to clip the one on Coraline’s left ankle. But before the other girl could catch her breath and do anything about her newfound freedom, Wendy grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into the middle of the room.
Wendy threw the smaller girl to the floor and kicked her in the side, sending her sliding a little ways across the concrete. With a shout, she kicked her again, right in the stomach. Coraline’s face was as white as a sheet, and it looked like she could throw up. Wendy went to the shelf and grabbed the rope she’d used before and two others. With the first rope she tied Coraline’s wrist together tightly and then threw the rest up over one of the rough wooden beams on the ceiling of the shed. Coraline tried to resist, but each time Wendy kicked or punched her until she couldn’t any longer.
With the other two ropes, Wendy attended to the other girl’s legs. She tied one to each of Coraline’s ankles. One went around the sturdy steel shelves and the other around one of the heavy wooden legs of the counter on the other side of the shed. Then Wendy pulled hard on the rope binding Coraline’s wrists, using the sturdy ceiling beam like a pulley to yank the blue-haired girl to her feet. She tied off the rope to the shelves and looked at her handiwork.
The naked, blue-haired little girl was in the center of the room, arms pulled uncomfortably above her head. Her legs were open, unable to pull them closed due to the ropes pulling her ankles apart. It was perfect. Wendy stepped behind Coraline and reached between her legs, toying with her abused pussy. “I’m going to hurt you so, so bad,” she whispered. “Was it worth it?”
Coraline shuddered. There were already bruises showing on her torso from where Wendy had kicked and punched her. “I told you, I fought a real monster,” Coraline said, her voice a tearful croak. “She played games too...and she cheated. Just like you. You were gonna hurt me anyway...I could tell.”
Wendy giggled a little. “Well, I guess...” She grabbed a handful of Coraline’s hair and yanked her head to the side, exposing her long, pale neck. Wendy bit down hard, pulling a soft, pained cry from the other girl. She began kissing and licking and sucking and biting all over the tender flesh, making Coraline squirm and whimper. And when she finally let go, Wendy relished the sight of the dark red teeth marks she left behind.
“It’s time to get started,” Wendy hissed eagerly, rubbing Coraline’s bare shoulders. “Tam...Slut!” She called out, nearly forgetting her pet’s new ‘nickname’ in her excitement. “Get over here...I want you to lick her while I whip her.”
“No.” The word, spoken so quietly, made everything freeze for a second.
Wendy’s hands tightened on Coraline’s slender shoulders. “I said get over here,” she snapped angrily.
“No.” Tambry repeated. She was still sitting there, her head still bowed into her drawn up knees, her face hidden. She sucked in a shaking breath. “I’m not going to help you.”
Wendy felt icy calm. She walked over to where Tambry sat. “Stand up.” When Tambry didn’t move, Wendy grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet, making her cry out loudly. “Say it again,” she said, her voice even and monotone. She yanked up on Tambry’s purple hair harder, making her stand on her toes. “Well?”
“I can’t stop you!” Tambry gasped painfully, eyes closed tight. Wendy could see tears beginning to leak out from the corners. Wendy released her grip and Tambry sobbed in relief, leaning heavily back against the counter.
Then Tambry looked up, and Wendy was shocked to see a tiny, defiant light flickering in her eyes. “I know it,” she said, her voice clearly wavering on the edge of tears. “I know you can make me do what you want. I’m not...I’m not like her,” she sniffled, and her eyes darted over to where Coraline was bound. “But if you want me to help you do...” a hiccuping sob escaped her lips and she hugged herself tight. “Do this to another girl...” She looked up, and her eyes actually hardened a little. “Then you have to make me. I won’t do it just ‘cause you say.”
For a moment, Wendy was speechless. She felt like she’d been slapped. Then her anger broke through her shock. She could feel her face burning red as she grabbed Tambry by the neck with both hands and shook her. “You stupid...you know what I’ll do to you!” she half-screamed into Tambry’s face.
“I know,” Tambry’s voice squeaked out. She was plainly terrified, but that little spark was still shining in her eyes. With a snarl, Wendy threw her to the ground. Tambry landed heavily on her side. Wendy drew her foot back and kicked her hard right in the chest. Tambry wailed and curled up in a tight fetal position.
“Then why?!” Wendy demanded.
It took Tambry a moment to catch her breath, and she wouldn’t look at Wendy as she spoke. “If you make me do it, I don’t have a choice,” she said in a near-whisper. “But if I just did it, even if it was because I was scared of you...” Now she dared to look up at Wendy, and there was pure hatred on her face. “If I did it when I had a choice...that would make me like you.”
“Yes!” Coraline shouted. “Tell that bitch!”
Wendy jerked and looked back over her shoulder where Coraline was smirking at her, and then down at Tambry, laying at her feet, but still defiant. For a moment, white-hot rage threatened to break her down completely...but then, suddenly, she laughed. She lifted her sock-clad foot and pressed it down on Tambry’s cheek. “You think you could ever be like me, Slut?” she mocked. “You wish!”
No matter how much they talked, no matter how much they defied her, Wendy still owned both of these girls. Coraline was tied up tight, and Tambry was too weak to really resist. Wendy had to make Tambry help? Well, that just sounded like fun! The redhead leaned down and grabbed the chain leash. With her other hand she grabbed the belt and the dildo. “Here we go!” she said, dragging Tambry over the concrete floor to where Coraline was tied. Tambry’s face was red as the collar choked her, but she refused to help Wendy pull her along. It was just a few feet, but Tambry coughed and gasped when Wendy stopped pulling.
“Okay Slut, here’s what you’re going to do,” Wendy said, putting the dildo in Tambry’s hand. Then she grabbed Tambry’s wrist and guided it to Coraline’s pussy, touching the tip of the sex toy to Coraline’s virgin hole.
“No,” Tambry whispered, starting to pull her hand away.
“Yes!” Wendy snapped, holding it in place. She sank down behind Tambry, pressing her flat, freckled chest to Tambry’s back. “Start pushing, Slut,” she ordered. One hand held Tambry’s hand in place. The other still held the leash. And Wendy pulled up hard with that hand. Tambry had developed a big fear of being choked since that first time, Wendy knew. And unlike dragging her across the floor, now she was pulling right across the other girl’s windpipe, digging the collar in so that it really cut off her air.
Tambry’s eyes immediately bulged, and she tried to struggle. Wendy bit into her neck hard, forcing her to stay still. Her caramel-colored cheeks turning purple, tears running down her cheeks, Tambry unwillingly began to force the dildo into Coraline’s tiny cunt.
The blue-haired girl was still a little wet, so the smooth purple toy sank in fairly easily. But Coraline still cried out loudly in pain as it went in. She’d never had anything bigger inside her than just one of her fingers. Wendy pulled up even harder on the leash as Coraline squirmed and twisted and cried. She began rubbing her pussy against Tambry’s lower back. “I knew making you do this would be fun,” she whispered.
The little toy was only about four inches long, and when it had been forced in to nearly it’s full length, Wendy let go of the leash. Tambry fell to the ground, sucking in a huge breath and letting it out in a rush of bitter tears. Wendy stood and grabbed Coraline’s head with both hands tightly, leaning in to lick the tears that had fallen down her cheeks. “I’m going to hurt you now,” she told the other girl in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Whatever,” Coraline spat. She tried to look defiant, but the dildo in her pussy was obviously causing her pain, and there was real fear behind her eyes. Wendy liked that. She smiled.
“You know what, I believe you beat a real monster,” she said. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve seen weird stuff in the woods. And you’re tough. I actually kind of like you.” She reached out with both hands and rubbed them up and down Coraline’s soft, smooth chest, playing with her nipples with her thumbs. “And I’m gonna love making you scream some more.”
The fear in Coraline’s eyes deepened, and Wendy giggled. She turned back to the counter. She had planned on using the belt on Coraline some more, but now that didn’t seem like nearly enough. And she’d seen something on the shelf above the counter that just looked…
“Perfect...” Wendy breathed. When she turned around, Coraline’s eyes widened. Wendy was holding a handful of small steel clamps, the tips coated in silicone rubber. The redhead didn’t hesitate. With a wicked grin she brought the first clip to Coraline’s chest, using her other hand to pinch up the soft flesh around Coraline’s left nipple before letting the clip bite in deeply. Coraline gasped and whimpered. “Good start,” Wendy observed. She repeated the process on the other nipple, and Coraline bit her lip to keep from crying out.
Then Wendy squatted down. She gave Tambry’s ass a rough slap and the other girl quickly crawled out of the way. Wendy looked up, watching Coraline’s face carefully as another clip snapped down on her labia, sinking into the swollen, pink, plump flesh. Coraline’s mouth opened and she choked off a cry. With a breathless laugh, Wendy quickly added a second clip to the other side.
The clips quickly turned the pink, whipped flesh an angry red. Coraline twisted and pulled against her bonds, desperately rolling her hips forward in a vain attempt to make her tormentors release her. But she still refused to scream. Luckily, Wendy had one more clip. A smaller one. Pushing the puffy pussy lips to the side, she revealed the peeking little button of Coraline’s clit.
“Don’t!” Tambry cried out in a horrified voice. Coraline had been too engrossed in the pain she already felt to pay much attention to what Wendy was doing, but at Tambry’s call she looked down.
“NO!” she shrieked, trying to pull her hips back. But it was too late. The clip bit down on Coraline’s clitty, and when Wendy released it, it stayed there, hanging down in between the other two.
The scream of pain Coraline let out then was louder and more piercing than when Wendy had whipped her pussy. Her face went red and all her muscles strained, her feet actually coming off the floor as she pulled against the ropes holding her fast. “Take it off!” she screamed desperately “Take it off, take it off, take it off! It’s killing me!”
The screams were better than a tongue on Wendy’s cunt. She grabbed the leash and pulled Tambry over. “You know what you get for saying no to me?” Wendy demanded. Tambry, wincing heavily at Coraline’s agony, shook her head. Wendy grinned and kissed her deeply, then she laid on her back, hooking her hands under her knees to bring her legs up and keep them spread. “Lick my ass like you lick my pussy,” she ordered.
The disgust on Tambry’s face was unlike anything Wendy had seen there before. She drew in a breath, obviously preparing to refuse, but Wendy shook her head. “If you say no, even once, I’m going to do that to you, too,” she said, tilting her head to Coraline. The blue-haired girl was wailing and sobbing incoherently, frantically shaking her hips from side to side to try and shake the clips off. But the textured silicone grips wouldn’t come loose, and the movement just added to her pain.
Her face dark red and a sick, humiliated expression on her face, Tambry lowered her head between Wendy’s legs. Wendy had seen videos of girls doing this, but the feeling as Tambry began tonguing her ass was unlike anything Wendy had felt, sending strange, new feelings of pleasure shooting through her.
And Coraline’s screams...it was like Wendy was getting fucked by them. Each one sent a bolt of pleasure that seemed to go down her spine and tickle her own clit. She longed to start rubbing herself...but she wanted to see if she could cum from just this.
“PLEASE! PLEASE!” Coraline sobbed. “Just take it off! I’ll do anything you want! ANYTHING! JUST PLEASE!”
That broken plea sent Wendy over the edge. She’d never cum without touching her pussy before. She gasped and shook, pulling back on her knees till they almost touched her shoulders, forcing her ass up towards Tambry, still desperately lashing her tongue over Wendy’s pink pucker. Then she collapsed, forcing Tambry as she lay full length on the concrete, her skinny chest heaving.
Her pussy was tingling almost unbearably. She brought her hand to it just as Coraline cried out especially loudly, and to her shock she came again, her hand rubbing against her dripping wet pussy completely uncontrollably as she screamed out in ecstasy right along with Coraline’s scream of agony.
She lifted her head shakily. Tambry was laying on her belly just a few inches away from Wendy’s feet, covering her head like she was hiding from Coraline’s wails. Wendy gave her a little kick to get her attention. “Take them off,” she gasped, pointing at Coraline.
That was an order Tambry could obey. Scrambling to her feet, she quickly unclamped all the little clips from Coraline’s flesh, letting them fall to the floor. “I’m sorry,” she whispered tearfully. She pulled the dildo from Coraline’s pussy and let it fall. “I’m so, so sorry.” Coraline just shook her head wordlessly and sobbed with relief.
Wendy had never felt so satisfied in her entire life. Her pussy was still hot, throbbing and tingling, seeming to twitch even to Coraline’s softer crying. With a languid moan she played with her nipples gently. She almost felt like she could take a nap, right there on the floor of the shed.
“I hope it was worth it,” Coraline said then, breaking Wendy’s reverie. Her voice was rough and hoarse, still shaking with tears. “You gotta let me go sometime, and I’m gonna tell my mom and dad what you did to me and to her.”
Wendy chuckled warmly, propping herself up on her elbows as she looked up at the blue-haired girl. She was a sight...her nipples were stiff and swollen from being clipped, and her pussy was a dark, angry red. There were still tooth marks on her neck, and a couple of nice bruises on her sides and stomach. Wendy suddenly wished she had let Tambry bring her phone...she’d love to take a picture.
“You’re right,” she agreed. “In fact, I’m gonna let you go pretty much right now.” She smirked. “But are you sure you wanna tell? It might not be a great idea. I mean, if you tell, I can just say you picked a fight with me, and then made up all this nasty stuff ‘cause you lost.” She grinned viciously as Coraline’s eyes widened.
“They’ll believe me, not you,” Coraline said, but she didn’t sound as certain of that as she did a second ago.
“They who? Your folks?” Wendy shrugged. “Maybe they will. But T...I mean, Slut...she won’t tell on me. She can’t.” Wendy smiled cruelly over at Tambry, she let out a choked sob and turned away from the other two girls, covering her face, shoulders shaking.
“Why not?” Coraline demanded, disbelief etched on her face. She spoke directly to Tambry instead of Wendy. “After everything she did to you? Are you nuts?” Tambry just began crying softly into her hands, shaking her head wildly.
“Because there’s a lot of stuff she doesn’t want anyone to know,” Wendy said, climbing slowly to her feet. “Because it’s easier to pretend it didn’t happen.”
“But...but...” Coraline spluttered angrily.
“Anyway,” Wendy continued, “your mom and dad might believe you, even if Tambry doesn’t tell...but my Dad is gonna believe me, though. And I bet a lot of other people here are gonna believe me over some tourist girl, too.”
“Other people?” Coraline blinked, her face uncomprehending. Wendy startled herself and both the other girls by laughing loudly right in Coraline’s face.
“Are you seriously that dumb?” Wendy demanded, making Coraline’s cheeks go bright pink. “What, you think if you tell your Mom and Dad this, they’re just gonna go to my Dad and he’ll, like, ground me and that’ll be it? This is gonna be huge if you tell on me. Everyone’s gonna be talking about it.”
Coraline looked shocked and faintly sick, and Wendy realized that she really hadn’t understood how big a deal this would have been. I mean, I think about it a lot, Wendy reasoned to herself. But I guess it makes sense. Why would a normal girl think about stuff like this? It did, however, give Wendy the perfect opening to exploit.
“But even then, some people might believe me, and some people might believe you. Nobody but us is gonna know what really happened, right?” Wendy continued, earnestly. “So, really, probably not much is gonna happen to me...I might get in a little trouble, but probably not a whole lot. You though...” Wendy pointed at the blue-haired girl, whose expression was now profoundly troubled. “What do you think your folks are gonna do if they do believe you’re telling the truth?”
“I...I don’t know...” Coraline said, her voice suddenly very small.
“Probably make you go to therapy, try to watch you more often, all kinds of stuff,” Wendy said, confidently. “Maybe keep you out of school for awhile. There’s all kinds of stuff they’ll try to do, just to help you, and you’re going to have to remember this and think about it and talk about it for years and years and years. And you know everyone who knows about it, your parents, your doctor, whoever...you know anytime they look at you, it’s all they’ll be thinking about.” She shrugged. “So I guess...look, you’re gonna be out of Gravity Falls forever soon, right? You’ll be gone. It’ll be over. You can just forget about it. Or, it can be the most important thing that ever happens to you. I guess it’s up to you.”
Something kind of...wilted inside of Coraline at that moment. She’d broken. Wendy knew it instinctively. She saw it in Coraline’s eyes when she said ‘forget about it.’ In an instant, Coraline weighed the humiliation and added pain that would come from telling vs. the chance at just pretending none of this ever happened. One tear rolled down her freckled cheek, and she sighed deeply. “Fuck,” she murmured in a soft, weepy tone.
Wendy didn’t say another word to the blue-haired girl. Coraline had made her choice, and Wendy didn’t want to do anything that would make her rethink it. She quickly untied her, and pushed her rolled-up clothes and shoes into her hands while she was still rubbing her wrists to get the circulation flowing again. Then she gave Coraline a gentle push towards the door.
The last thing Coraline did before she walked out of sight was look back at Tambry. The purple-haired girl was still turned away, hugging herself with her head lowered. Coraline shook her head sadly and stepped out of the shed, letting the door swing closed behind her. Straining her ears, Wendy heard her pull her clothes on, then walk away, her feet crunching on the pine needles on the forest floor. Everything was still and silent.
Wendy walked over to Tambry and gently touched her forehead to the other girl’s. “Let’s get dressed and go back to your place,” she murmured with a little smile. “You need to brush your teeth.” Tambry blushed deeply in humiliation, and Wendy chuckled. “And after that...I think I just wanna kiss for awhile.”
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Wendy pulled her hand from her leans and licked her fingers clean, still watching Mabel and her friends through the window. Still thinking about the past. There had never been another girl quite like Coraline, not in all the years Wendy had been playing her games. And that was probably for the best. Wendy still felt like Coraline’s decision not to tell was as much luck as anything.
And bringing in Tambry had definitely been a huge mistake, Wendy could admit that now. If Tambry hadn’t seen Coraline’s willpower and stubborn courage first hand, would she have had the guts to draw such a hard line against helping Wendy? It was still the one thing Tambry wouldn’t budge on, and Wendy did test her from time to time. And each time, Wendy had to force her just as hard. And Wendy did it, of course, just to prove that she could. But it’s not what she really wanted.
She looked at Mabel’s smiling face as she said something that made her friends burst into laughter. If I told her to, would she do it? Wendy wondered. That’s what Wendy really wanted. A girl who’d do anything, even to another girl, even if she hated it. Mabel had been so obedient...but would she cross that line?
Wendy’s eyes slid off of Mabel and focused on Candy Chiu, her adorable little friend. She was laughing so hard her glasses were almost falling off, and her skirt had ridden right up to her butt as she sat on the grass, exposing her slender legs in their white tights.
“What a cutie...” Wendy breathed.
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