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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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It was the afternoon and the last tourists were pulling out of the Mystery Shack parking lot as Wendy closed up the gift shop. Lately she’d been thinking that she should take her job a little bit more seriously, so she opened up the cleaning supply closet and looked at the broom. She really looked at it, and carefully considered taking it out and using it. With a sense of satisfaction, she nodded, closed the closet and left the Shack.
It was pretty dark outside, even though it wasn’t really that late. A storm was moving in. The cool breeze smelled like rain, and there was a rumble of thunder in the distance. Wendy just hoped she’d make it home before it started.
As she turned to lock up, she missed the sounds of footsteps coming up the porch steps. And when she turned around, she ran right into the small figure standing there. With several loud curse words, she took a huge staggering step forward and managed to stop herself from falling by grabbing a wooden beam.
The person she tripped over wasn’t so lucky. The little figure got pushed back and landed in the dirt at the bottom of the porch with a pained cry. “Why the fuck are you sneaking up on me you little...” Wendy’s angry tirade died off as she saw one of Mabel’s best friends, Candy Chiu, struggling to get up against the weight of the heavy backpack she was wearing.
“Candy is down! Send help!” she cried out, looking almost like a turtle on her back.
“Alright, chill,” Wendy said, coming down and yanking Candy easily to her feet. The little girl straightened her glasses and patted her butt clean of dust. “Seriously girl, why were you standing right behind me like that?” Wendy demanded, still pretty irritated.
Candy’s pale cheeks colored sharply. “I thought you heard me. I said hello.”
Wendy’s mouth quirked up. “Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have been zoning out so hard,” she admitted. “You here for another sleepover?”
“Uh-huh!” Candy smiled and nodded. “I have brought card games and young adult romance novels! Grenda can’t come, so...”
Candy continued to explain something, but Wendy had stopped listening at the words ‘Grenda can’t come.’ The teen felt her breath catch in her throat and her heart started beating faster as her mind suddenly switched into overdrive. This is it, she thought. Can I make this happen?
“That’s cool,” she said somewhat distantly as Candy finished. Wendy looked around the empty parking lot and then off into the woods. A fresh gust of wind blew her hair back, and she saw a flash of lightning in the distance. “So...I think Mabel’s off with Dipper somewhere, but I’ll bet she’ll be home soon. I was heading home, but...I’m not sure I’m gonna make it before this storm breaks. You think I could maybe take Grenda’s place?”
Candy blinked, obviously surprised by the question. She looked up at the sky, seeing how threatening it looked. She smiled. “I think Mabel would like that,” she offered. “You are welcome at our slumber party.”
“Great!” Wendy said with an eager grin, hoping it didn’t look too eager. “This is gonna be a blast! We can...oh, man!” Wendy clapped a hand to her forehead. “Dang it...I totally forgot. I told my Dad I’d do something for him.”
The dark haired girl tilted her head cutely. “Oh? What is that?”
“We’ve got a little storage shed in the woods not too far from here,” Wendy said, thinking quickly. “Dad was gonna drop a bunch of stuff off at it today, and I was supposed to get it inside after work.” She looked up at the sky and groaned. “Man, I’m gonna get soaked!”
At least I will if this actually works out, she thought to herself. She kept looking worriedly up at the sky, but she was actually watching Candy out of the corner of her eye. The small girl looked very sympathetic.
After a moment Candy spoke, not sounding too enthusiastic. “Maybe...maybe I could help you?” she offered. Wendy had to fight back a shout. “If it’s not too far, and we work together, we could maybe finish and get back before it starts to rain.”
Wendy puffed out her cheeks and pretended to think it over. “Well, I can’t just leave that stuff out to get rained on...yeah, okay.” She gave Candy a playful little cuff on the shoulder. “Thanks kid.” Candy blushed cutely and nodded.
“We gotta hurry though,” Wendy said. “Lemme get that backpack for you.” She helped Candy remove her pack. It was heavier than it looked, probably because of the books, but Wendy could carry it over her shoulder like it was nothing. “Okay, let’s go!”
Wendy had a serious case of deja-vu as she led Candy through the trees at a brisk pace. She put it out of her mind as she considered her next move. Her own little mystery shack was getting closer. She’d have to be careful…
Wait, why? Wendy paused for half a step. She considered how much Candy was struggling to get up against the pack that Wendy was carrying like it was light as a feather. Yeah, this probably isn’t gonna be a problem
“Is that it?” Candy suddenly asked. The rough stone shed was coming into view. Another crack of thunder sounded out, louder than before. It was appropriately ominous. “I don’t see anything to move,” Candy said, sounding perplexed as they came out into the bare little clearing around the shed.
“Huh, weird,” Wendy said, pulling out her keys to undo the heavy padlock on the door. “Maybe Dad put the stuff inside already. Let’s check it out.” Candy was starting to look uncomfortable, but she let Wendy gently hustle her inside the gloomy interior of the shed with a hand on the back of Candy’s shoulder.
As Candy’s eyes adjusted to the light, her gaze fell on the two small cots Wendy had pushed against one wall of the shed side-by-side to make a decent-sized bed. “Wait...what is this?”
Wendy closed the door behind them. She’d made a lot of other changes and additions to the little storage shed since she claimed it for her own. Number one on the list was a second latch on the inside that closed with a heavy combination padlock. Wendy locked them inside. “Oh, you know what? I totally forgot! My family doesn’t even use this shed anymore. I’m the only one who ever comes out here.”
Candy turned to look at her. She was looking nervous, but still far more confused than anything. “Wait...your Dad didn’t leave anything here? Then why-ah!”
Before Candy could finish her question, Wendy grabbed her by the shoulder and forearm and spun them both around before flinging the small girl towards the bed. Candy staggered and tripped, landing sprawled on her back on the thin mattress.
“What are you doing?!” Candy exclaimed, her voice shrill with fear.
“Whatever I want,” Wendy replied with an evil smile. She slid the backpack from her shoulder and let it fall to the ground, then she rushed her tiny guest. Pinning the girl down, she started to tear her clothes off.
Candy tried to struggle, and she managed to get a couple of solid slaps on Wendy’s face that did sting a little bit. But really Candy was small for her age and obviously didn’t get much exercise. She was noticeably weaker than Mabel. There was really nothing at all she could do to stop Wendy as the teenager yanked the green long-sleeved shirt off, revealing Candy’s bare, skinny torso. Her skirt came off next, leaving Candy in nothing but her white tights with blue panties underneath, and her shiny Mary Janes.
That done, Wendy stood and stepped back from the bed, watching Candy with a predatory little smile on her face. The little black-haired girl’s eyes were wide behind her smudged glasses as she stood on the cot, her back to the wall behind it. She had her arms crossed over her bare chest, and her breath was ragged and heavy. “So Candy, I’ll tell you what,” Wendy said slowly. “If you go ahead and take off the rest of your clothes on your own, I won’t hurt you. For now.”
The blood drained from Candy’s face. “HELP ME!” She screamed, closing her eyes tight. “HELP! DOWAJUSEYO! HELP!”
Wendy couldn’t stop her lips from pulling back into a grin. “Nobody’s gonna hear you, Candy,” she taunted. “And that was a limited time offer. Pain-free stripping window closes in five...four...three...” Candy kept on yelling for help, heedless as Wendy counted down to zero.
“Time’s up!” Wendy said crisply, clapping her hands and rubbing them together. She started towards Candy.
“No!” Candy cried, jumping off the bed and running towards the door. Wendy turned and actually stuck her hands in her pockets, savoring Candy’s panic as she tried as hard as she could to pull the secured metal door open.
“You can’t get away-ay!” Wendy said in a teasing little sing-song. “You’re all mine, babe.”
Candy started pounding on the door with both fists. “HELP!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Wendy lunged forward and pressed Candy hard against the door with both her hands on Candy’s bare back. The little girl squirmed like a pinned butterfly, but she was absolutely helpless. “Fuck, I missed this...” Wendy muttered to herself. Playing with Mabel was so much fun, but playing with a new little victim, so confused, so terrified...it gave Wendy a rush of power and pleasure that nothing else could rival.
Candy had stopped screaming, though now she was crying in adorable, frightened little hiccuping sobs. Feeling hot little tingles all over her body, Wendy leaned forward and spoke in a soft tone in Candy’s ear. “I’ll give you one more chance, Candy. Strip on your own and you won’t get a spanking.”
With a little cry, Candy went limp, and Wendy let her fall to the ground in a crying heap. “So is that a yes?” Wendy demanded, giving Candy’s butt a little prod with her foot. Candy just kept crying. “Well okay then,” Wendy said with a shrug. She grabbed a handful of shiny black hair and pulled sharply, intending to drag the small girl back to the bed.
“No, I’ll do it!” Candy gasped in pain. “I’ll do it, I’ll do it!” She grabbed at Wendy’s hand in her hair.
“Great.” Wendy let go and sat on the bed, unbuttoning her shirt. Candy pulled herself to her feet on trembling legs, watching as the teen girl pulled her flannel shirt off, then her tanktop, and finally reached back to undo her bra. As her pert, freckled breasts came into view, Wendy saw Candy’s cheeks turn pink and the little girl looked away. “Look at me!” Wendy snapped.
Unwillingly, Candy turned back and watched as Wendy ran her hands over her own tits and teased her nipples erect. “You like?” She asked Candy seductively. “You’re gonna be sucking on these soon, you know.”
Candy’s face crumpled. “Why are you doing this?” she asked tearfully.
“Because you’re just too cute, Candy,” Wendy replied, letting out a tiny little moan as she played with her breasts. “Such a cute little thing, always teasing me...I just couldn’t help myself.”
“I wasn’t teasing you!” Candy protested, covering her own flat chest with her crossed arms again.
“Hands down!” Wendy’s voice cracked out like a whip, and with a scared little whimper Candy immediately put her arms at her sides. “That’s better,” Wendy smiled nastily. “You are a tease, Candy. And now you’re gonna pay for it. Now...” Wendy leaned against the wall, her legs stretched out and her feet hanging off the edge of the bed. She gave her breasts a little squeeze. “Strip. Shoes first.”
“Nooooo…” Candy moaned. But she did slip her feet from her little Mary Janes.
“Good girl. Now turn around, and take off just your tights. Slow.”
Huge tears were trickling down Candy’s red face as she turned around. She slowly rolled the sheer white fabric down her slender legs, bending over more and more as she did. Wendy chuckled, rolling one nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “Mmmm, Candy, you’ve got such a sweet little ass. How can you even ask why I’m doing this? You’re just lucky I haven’t done it till now.” A strangled, humiliated sob tore itself from Candy’s throat as she quickly pulled the tights off her feet and stood again, hugging herself tight. Even from behind Wendy could see the red flush of humiliation on Candy’s cheeks and neck.
“Turn around,” Wendy ordered. Slowly, unwillingly, Candy obeyed. “Now...I want you to pull your panties down a little bit, and then you’re gonna wiggle those skinny little hips until they fall.”
“No, please, please don’t make me,” Candy pleaded, shaking her head.
“Mmmm,” Wendy rubbed her pussy through her jeans and kept pinching her nipple. “Do it, you little tease. Do it or I’m gonna hurt you so bad.”
Candy looked disgusted as she watched Wendy playing with herself. Her hands went to the waistband of her dark blue panties, then she stopped. Wendy shoved her hand down the front of her pants and slid her fingers through her soaking pussy. “Fuck me, I love this,” Wendy moaned. “If you don’t pull them down, I’m gonna whip you until you can’t even scream anymore!”
With a cute, terrified little squeak Candy pulled the undergarment halfway down her thighs. Her pussy was pale, smooth and pure, the lips flat and closed tight. Opening that little treasure was going to be heaven. Wendy smiled and nodded, pulling her hand from her jeans so she could lick her fingers clean. “Good girl,” she praised. “Now, put your hands behind your head and wiggle those hips.”
Candy started to lift her arms, then stopped and cupped one hand over her privates and held her other arm across her chest. The look that she gave Wendy was so full of hurt and misery it took everything the redhead had not to grab the tiny girl and start raping her right then and there. “Wendy,” Candy began in a plaintive whimper. “Wendy please don’t make me do this. Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I swear. Just don’t do this. You can still stop this before...before...” Candy's voice trailed off and she started crying softly.
Wendy let her cry herself out for a few moments. Then she snapped her fingers. “Hey...hey! Listen up!” Candy sniffled and focused on her captor. “Look up,” Wendy said, pointing at a point above Candy’s head. Looking up, the little girl saw a heavy metal hook drilled into a wooden beam. “Look, Candy, watching you cry and beg is really cute and all.” Wendy said in a patient tone, like she was explaining something completely mundane. “But if you don’t do what I tell you, I’m going to tie your hands together, hang them up by that hook and beat you black and blue. I’d really rather watch you put on a little show for me, though. It’s up to you.”
Panic flooded Candy’s delicate features, and for a moment Wendy thought she might turn and run for the door again. But instead she just cringed backwards, still covering herself with her hands. “Please don’t hurt me,” she begged. Wendy smiled. She’d heard that phrase from so many little girls, but it was still music every single time.
“You know what you have to do,” Wendy said simply. Candy nodded, a look of pure shame on her face. She put her hands behind her head, letting Wendy’s hungry gaze sweep over her naked body once more. Keeping her eyes closed, Candy began shaking and wriggling in place, gyrating her hips in an obscene, humiliating little dance. Wendy slipped her hand down her jeans again as she watched Candy’s hips sway. Her fingertips diddled her to a sweet little climax and she let out a gasp of pleasure as she creamed her panties.
It didn’t take long for Candy’s panties to slip down her skinny legs and fall down around her bare feet. When she felt that happen, Candy opened her eyes and stopped moving, looking questioningly at Wendy. “Good girl,” Wendy said, pulling her hand from her jeans and licking her fingers clean again. Part of her wanted to make Candy do it, but she knew she had to get moving.
Wendy stood and beckoned Candy over. “Get over here and lie down,” she ordered. To Wendy’s rich amusement, Candy covered herself with her hands again as she approached one slow, unwilling step at a time. That innate sense of modesty was going to be fun to play with. But she didn’t resist or refuse, instead just laying back on the bed, still covering herself.
She wasn’t allowed to do that for long though, as Wendy leaned over her. Another thing Wendy always stocked her little lair with was restraints. Candy quickly found her wrists and ankles decorated with heavy leather cuffs, buckled tightly in place. The black pieces of bondage gear looked so obscenely out of place on Candy’s tiny, immature body. “No...” Candy murmured in protest, starting to rise from the cots, but Wendy just placed her hand flat on Candy’s belly, holding her down and looking at her with one raised eyebrow. With a fearful look, Candy stopped trying to get up and limply let Wendy continue.
In no time, Candy was bound with lengths of cord running from her cuffs to the legs of the cot against the wall. The two cots were small, but had sturdy metal frames that were bolted to the concrete floor. Wendy sat next to Candy, licked her lips and began running her hands over the girl’s nude body. Candy just squirmed and made tiny, sad little sounds as Wendy molested her, touching her in places that nobody had ever violated before. “This’ll keep you out of trouble while I go get Mabel,” Wendy told her as she ran a fingertip right over Candy’s tiny, flat slit.
“Muh...Mabel?!” Candy exclaimed, fighting against her bonds for the first time.
Wendy laughed. “Yeah dude, it’s a sleepover right? We’re gonna have fun!” Lowering her head, Wendy ran her tongue over Candy’s nipples, just light tan little spots on her flat chest.
For the first time, Candy actually looked angry. “You leave Mabel alone, you...you…!”
Wendy laughed harder, genuinely amused by Candy’s threatening tone. “Or what?” she asked, resting a hand on Candy’s pussy. Candy opened her mouth, then closed it. She looked so utterly helpless, so vulnerable. I want to hurt her… Wendy thought hungrily, then pushed that aside. There’d be time for all that once Mabel was here.
Instead, Wendy forced herself to stop playing with Candy’s body and stood, putting her clothes back on. Then she reached down and yanked the top sheet out from under the tiny girl. “Don’t want you getting cold,” Wendy taunted as she tossed the sheet over her. “Anyway, you just hang tight, I’ll be back real soon,” Wendy continued, heading towards the door. She unlocked it and stepped outside, locking the other latch behind her.
She didn’t even bother to see if Candy would start screaming for help. Wendy already knew those sounds didn’t really travel far. Besides, the wind was really picking up, hissing loudly through the pine trees. It was actually getting chilly, and Wendy could feel the occasional raindrop. She started jogging back to the Shack, really hoping that Mabel and her brother hadn’t gotten caught up in anything too crazy.
To her relief, Wendy found Mabel sitting on the porch steps, eating an ice cream bar as she waited for her friend. “Hey Mabes,” Wendy called, waving.
Fear swept over Mabel’s features for just a second, but then she smiled and waved back. “Hi Wendy!”
The redheaded teen approached and leaned down for a quick kiss, licking her lips as she stood back up. “Mmm, strawberry.”
Mabel blushed and nodded, finishing off the treat and tossing the wooden stick aside. She looked up at her girlfriend questioningly.
“Walk with me Mabel,” Wendy directed. “We need to talk a little bit.”
Mabel looked around worriedly. “I’m supposed to have a sleepover tonight,” she said reluctantly. “I gotta wait for Candy to get here. Besides, it’s gonna start storming soon.”
Wendy suppressed an evil little laugh. “Don’t worry about it, this won’t take long. Now let’s go.”
Offering some feeble objections to try and get Wendy to relent was one thing, but Mabel was far too well-trained at this point to say ‘no’ to a direct order like that. Instead she meekly stood up and followed as the teen led her into the woods. “You made me a promise at the Mystery Fair last week Mabel. Do you remember what it was?”
Mabel stopped in her tracks, and Wendy turned to look at her. She looked at Wendy with a sick expression of dread. “Well?” Wendy asked, leaning against a tree and crossing her arms. “Tell me what you promised me, Mabel.” There was a flash of lightning, and a few seconds later a dull crack of thunder that made the younger girl jump.
“I...you...” Mabel’s voice was a harsh, dry whisper, and she stopped and swallowed. “You said you were gonna pick out another girl to...to...” Mabel lowered her head.
“To fuck, Mabel. Say it.”
The little brunette winced and didn’t raise her head. “...to fuck.” She took a deep breath and sighed it out. “And I promised I’d help you.”
Wendy waited for half a beat before pressing Mabel. “There was something else, too, remember?”
Now Mabel lifted her head again, and Wendy was proud of her little girlfriend. Just like when she’d made the promise last week, there was a kind of resolve in Mabel’s eyes. “I promised I’d try to like it,” Mabel whispered. She grimaced a little, but then spoke up again, obviously afraid she was going to make Wendy angry. “But Wendy...I really do have a sleepover with Candy tonight. She’s gonna be at the Shack any minute. I can’t just cancel on her now.”
Now it was time to put that resolve to a real test. “The girl I got is Candy, Mabel,” Wendy said, simply and plainly.
“No!” Mabel gasped, curling her hands up in front of her mouth. Her face went red, then white.
“She’s naked and tied down on the cot back in the shed,” Wendy continued in the same frank tone, staring hard at Mabel, waiting to see how she’d react.
Mabel fell backwards onto her butt, her legs giving out. In a moment, she’d pulled her sweater up over her head, curling her legs up and hugging them tight. And then she began to cry. It was a different kind of crying than Wendy was used to from her. No pain, no fear, not the big, tearing sobs of a girl who’d been pushed past her limits. These were much softer tears, but the anguish in them was unmistakable. As if in response, the rain started, falling through the trees in a spatter of cold, fat drops.
“She won’t tell, Mabel,” Wendy said gently. “She’ll keep it a secret, I promise,”
“I know,” Mabel croaked. “You wouldn’t...you wouldn’t do it if you couldn’t stop her from telling. But...” Mabel lost herself in her tears for a few more moments. “But she’s never gonna be my friend again...”
Wendy’s mouth quirked up in a rueful smile, and she walked around to kneel behind Mabel. They were really in danger of getting caught in the storm, but she could make time for this. She slid her arms around her little girlfriend’s neck in a loose embrace, resting her chin on the top of Mabel’s head, the only part of it still poking up out of the neck of her sweater. Mabel continued to cry bitterly, but leaned back against Wendy’s body.
“I made a couple of promises too,” Wendy reminded her gently. “I said I’d have a plan. And I guess I never really promised this...but I said I didn’t want to screw things up with your friends. I meant that.”
Mabel sniffled heavily and shuddered. “She’s going to hate me. She’ll hate me.”
“Oh...he’d hate me! Oh god, he’d hate me!” Wendy couldn’t help but remember what Mabel had said when she’d thought about how Dipper would react to learning that his sister had fucked his crush. It was a sentiment Wendy understood very well. Like there was a secret side to her that nobody could ever find out about, because it would just poison every relationship she had, turning everyone who cared about her against her.
The big difference being that in Wendy’s case it was actually true, and that’s how Wendy liked it. And Wendy certainly wasn’t above using Mabel’s increasingly twisted perception of herself against her, just to tighten the grip Wendy had on her.
“She won’t,” Wendy soothed, gently rocking Mabel side to side. “I told you, I have a plan. Candy doesn’t know how things really are between us, Mabes, and if we’re careful, she never will. She thinks I’m grabbing you like I just grabbed her. She thinks this is your first time. And when we’re finished with her, she’ll think it’s all just a nasty little secret, one that she’ll probably just want to forget forever.” Wendy chuckled in the back of her throat and leaned her head down, whispering in Mabel’s ear, “I’ve done this to a lot of girls, you know.”
Mabel shivered at that, but after a moment she pulled her head from her sweater, a sad and thoughtful expression on her face. “But...how can I pretend to like it, if I gotta pretend it’s like the first time?” she asked in a tiny voice.
Wendy gave her a little squeeze and kissed the top of her head. “Mabel, babe, I don’t want you to pretend to like it. I want you to try and like it for real.” She sat cross-legged on the forest floor, gathering Mabel up in her arms and sitting the unresistant child in her lap, facing her, Mabel’s legs straddling her waist. She hugged Mabel close, and, after a moment’s hesitation, Mabel returned the embrace.
“You’re really coming along Mabel,” Wendy murmured, stroking the other girl’s hair. “Back when we first started, I told you sometimes things would be good, and sometimes they wouldn’t, and you just had to deal with it.” She felt Mabel’s breath catch, and she knew that the young girl was fighting back tears. “Shhhhh, s’okay, s’okay,” Wendy cooed.
“It took you awhile,” Wendy continued after a moment, letting a bit of wry humor sneak into her tone. “But you finally got it. Things are pretty good between us a lot of the time, right?” Mabel made a little sound, and Wendy felt her nod. “And even when things are bad, you can handle it. I’m proud of you Mabel.”
Mabel didn’t respond at all to that, and after a moment Wendy continued. “I’m telling you you should try to like it for you Mabel, not for me. I’m not gonna punish you for not liking it. I’m not even gonna ask if you liked it or not. But you should try.” Wendy sighed. “I tried to get Tambry to like it too, you know? But she never even tried. I think that’s why things ended up the way they did.”
Mabel went absolutely still at that. Tambry hadn’t really been a part of things between Wendy and Mabel since that first date, but one those rare occasions they were in the same room, Wendy could tell there was something strange in Mabel’s reaction to her. It was almost like she was scared of Tambry. At the very least, Wendy figured Mabel wouldn’t like the idea of turning out like her. And really, that was the one thing Wendy herself wanted to avoid more than anything. Mabel couldn’t just turn into another Tambry. Wendy didn’t need another broken toy, another lifeless doll that only occasionally showed a spark of annoying resistance that needed to be beaten down.
Suddenly, Wendy realized why all of this felt so familiar...it was so much like that time with Coraline, all those years ago. A girl tied up and waiting, and Wendy so eager to bring her toy to help play with her. But it wasn’t going to turn out the same way. That was the time Tambry had shut Wendy out for good, even if it had kind of broken the other girl. Wendy wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. Mabel wouldn’t turn out like Tambry.
And as if in answer to Wendy’s silent resolution, Mabel spoke up. “I’ll try,” she said, clearly on the verge of tears again. “I’ll try to like it.”
Wendy smiled, breathing out a little sigh of relief and satisfaction. “That’s my girl,” she said, giving Mabel a tight squeeze before sliding her out of her lap and standing. As Mabel climbed to her feet as well, Wendy grabbed her by the chin, grinning down at her wolfishly. “But you don’t have to try and like this part,” she said. “We gotta make sure Candy believes I snatched you up.”
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Mabel felt her heart sink as she looked into Wendy’s grinning face. The young girl’s head was spinning with everything that was happening, and she felt sick to her stomach whenever she thought of Candy...but she knew that look on Wendy’s face. That smile meant that Mabel was about to get hurt.
Pain exploded in the side of Mabel’s face. She hadn’t even seen Wendy’s other hand coming to slap her back to the ground. She fell to her knees, holding her cheek. Another bruise she’d have to lie about. Then Wendy’s foot hit her chest in a playful kick and sent her sprawling on her back. The redhead pulled Mabel’s sweater off and used it to bind her hands behind her back. Then she reached under Mabel’s skirt and pulled her panties off as well, balling them up and shoving them in Mabel’s mouth until she gagged slightly.
Wendy pulled a small roll of duct tape from her pocket and tore off a couple of strips, covering Mabel’s mouth. Then Wendy stepped back to look at her handiwork, Mabel wearing nothing but her sleeveless white undershirt and her skirt, hands bound, mouth gagged. Mabel willed herself to look as helpless and pitiful as possible, knowing that was what Wendy wanted. “Not bad,” she finally said. “You can tell you were crying before, too.” She grabbed Mabel’s arm and roughly pulled her to her feet. “Now let’s go.”
Mabel had to jog to keep up with Wendy’s long strides as she was half-dragged towards the older girl’s little dungeon. Part of her still couldn’t believe that Candy was actually going to be there...but most of her knew that Wendy was telling the truth. And you’re gonna have to try to like it, her brain reminded her, making her stumble and forcing Wendy to hold her up. “Watch where you’re going!” the redhead snapped, giving her a shake.
The wind was howling through the trees, and cold rain was slashing at Mabel’s face, but she barely felt it. She let Wendy drag her through the darkened woods, illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning. That was a lie, she thought to herself. She didn’t have to try and like it. Wendy had said so, and this time Mabel was pretty sure she meant it. But if she didn’t...Mabel felt a twist in her stomach, remembering Tambry’s sad, dead eyes looking at her in the rearview mirror. She was terrified of ending up like that...so many nights she’d laid in bed, unable to sleep. Sometimes what Wendy did to her, made her do, it all made her feel so broken...was that her turning like Tambry?
Mabel had no idea how she’d do it, but if trying to like the things Wendy made her do would stop that from happening, she had to try. Just as she thought that, they arrived at Wendy’s shed. Wendy turned back to Mabel, bringing her lips to Mabel’s ear and speaking just loud enough to be heard over the wind. “Okay babe, this is it. Remember, this is supposed to be the first time, so you can scream and cry all you want. Just don’t fight back too much...let Candy think you’re too scared to say no.”
Mabel nodded, and Wendy opened the door, pushing Mabel inside. Just in time, as the sky opened up and the rain began pouring down behind them, drumming loudly on the sturdy wooden roof. There was a blinding flash of lightning with a huge crash of thunder just a second later. Wendy slammed the door shut behind them.
“Who’s there?!” Candy’s panicked voice from under the sheet on the bed hit Mabel like a punch to the stomach. She tottered forward a few steps then fell to her knees on the concrete floor. She let out a long, muffled groan through her gagged mouth.
“Mabel? Is that you? Did she hurt you?” Candy’s voice was getting frantic.
“Just a little, when she didn’t want to come with me,” Wendy said in a very relaxed tone as she locked the door from the inside once again. The wind was howling outside and the rain was hammering the building, but the inside of the little shed had that peculiar sense of peace and stillness of a little place that was a shelter from a storm. Mabel watched silently as Wendy lit a little propane lamp and set it on the dresser she had against the wall opposite the makeshift bed. With the storm brewing outside it brightened up the room considerably, but the warm yellow light cast some very dark shadows against the rough stone walls. It made the small space seem even more claustrophobic.
Wendy had an avid grin on her face as she approached the bed and tugged down the sheet until Candy’s face came into view. Her cheeks were red and her face was wet with sweat and tears, her glasses smudged and askew, her black hair mussed. Mabel’s heart sank even further as she imagined what Candy must have felt, tied down and alone, crying and screaming…
Then Candy turned her head to find Mabel and their eyes met. Candy took in the bruise blossoming on Mabel’s cheek, and her eyes hardened. She looked back at Wendy. Mabel didn’t understand the phrase her friend spat at the teenager, but she guessed it was something pretty rude in Korean. Wendy’s grin just widened.
“Well, that didn’t sound very nice,” she chided, walking back over to Mabel. She grabbed a handful of Mabel’s hair and yanked her painfully to her feet, giving the unbruised side of her face a stinging slap with her other hand. “Why isn’t your friend being nice to me, Mabel?” Another slap, and Mabel opened her mouth wide enough to pull her bottom lip free from the tape gag as she cried out in pain. “Why?!”
“Stop!” Candy shouted. Wendy let go of Mabel’s hair and she let herself fall to the ground limply. She didn’t know what Wendy wanted her to do, so she guessed just laying there would be okay for now. Her stomach churned at the thought of what Wendy might tell her to do next. But for right now Wendy’s focus went back to Candy, and Mabel felt a guilty sense of relief at that. At least she wasn’t hurting Mabel...or forcing her to hurt Candy.
“I can’t believe I get to play with both of you,” Wendy said, her voice an eager, shuddering sigh that Mabel knew too well. But as threatening as Wendy’s tone was, Mabel still felt a little twinge in her pussy, even though it filled her with shame. Wendy almost always gave Mabel at least a little pleasure when she ‘played’ with her...even though Mabel usually paid for it.
Just do what she says...just let it happen…
And...try to like it…
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