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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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“You have to let us go!” Candy said as Wendy stood over both of her little victims with a hungry, eager grin. Even though she looked defiant, her voice was shaking quite a bit. “You cannot keep us in here forever!”
Wendy smirked. “Well, duh. But that actually reminds me.” She straightened up and took her phone from her pocket and tapped at it for a moment.
“What are you…” Candy started to ask, then closed her mouth when Wendy lifted a finger in a ‘wait’ gesture.
“There we go,” Wendy said, turning her phone off and setting it on the dresser. “I just texted Stan and told him that we got caught in the storm. I said I’d walk you two back once it dies down.” She glanced at Mabel and gave her a little wink. “I’d say that gives us a little while to play.”
“What are you going to do to us?” Candy demanded. Wendy just reached down and slowly pulled the sheet down further until Candy’s bare shoulders came into view. The little girl threw a panicked glance at Mabel and squeaked out, “No!”
Wendy grinned, and Mabel suddenly remembered. Candy was so shy about her body. Neither Mabel or Grenda had ever even seen Candy in her underwear. One time Mabel had suggested they go to the pool, but Candy had begged off, claiming she couldn’t swim. Afterward Grenda had privately confided to Mabel that Candy hated the idea of a bunch of people seeing her in a bathing suit. Mabel never suggested the pool again.
And now Wendy had seen her naked. Mabel felt herself tearing up as she thought about how horrible that must have been for Candy. “Get over here, Mabel,” Wendy ordered. Mabel automatically started to obey, then remembered she was supposed to pretend this had never happened before. So she sat back on her heels and tried to look confused.
The angry glance Wendy shot at her showed she’d forgotten for a moment as well, but then she just laughed. “You little sluts need to learn to do what you’re told,” she said, walking over to the dresser. From inside she pulled out a dog collar made of heavy black leather, with a short chain leash. Mabel closed her eyes. This wouldn’t be the first time she’d worn that.
“C’mere Mabel! C’mere girl!” Wendy said, taunting her with the same tone someone would use to call a dog. That kind of casual degradation, right in front of her friend, hurt. Mabel began to cry as she turned on her knees and began to fight her way to her feet with her arms still bound behind her back. Once she was up, she tottered towards the door. But before she could even reach it she yelped in pain as Wendy grabbed her hair and yanked her backwards, making her fall flat on her rear.
“That was fucking stupid,” Wendy snapped, looming over her. As Mabel looked at her, Wendy’s angry expression faded into an amused smile. She gave Mabel a quick little wink, and Mabel managed a feeble smile in return.
“Don’t you hurt her!” Candy shouted, fighting against her restraints and making the smile immediately slide from Mabel’s lips.
“That’s pretty much up to her,” Wendy said without looking back at Candy. Instead, she just continued to smirk down at her girlfriend. “So how about it Mabes?” She lifted the collar up. “You gonna be a good girl?” Mabel shuddered and nodded, sniffling. Wendy leaned down and untied the sweater binding Mabel’s hands together, and Mabel turned to face her, settling down on her knees. Wendy pulled the tape free from her mouth and Mabel spat out her damp panties, moving her tongue inside her mouth to try and cure the dryness the balled-up little undergarment had caused.
Then Wendy cleared her throat. Mabel closed her eyes and lifted her hair to better let Wendy put the collar around her neck, the humiliation of doing this in front of one of her best friends twisting in her gut. “Come on girl,” Wendy ordered, giving the leash a tug. Mabel got on all fours and let Wendy lead her towards the bed. She dared one look up at Candy, then quickly lowered her eyes when she saw the pitying gaze the other girl was watching her with.
Wendy made Mabel kneel by the side of the bed, keeping the leash wrapped twice around her hand. “So Mabel,” Wendy said, reaching down to pluck at the edge of the sheet just below Candy’s neck. “Have you ever seen Candy naked?”
Candy’s face went bright red, and Mabel could see the way she started to shake. “No, please, please don’t. I will do anything. Just please...” She spoke in a trembling whisper.
With an evil little chuckle Wendy let the sheet go. “Stand up, Mabel.” Cautiously Mabel rose to her feet. “Stand still,” Wendy ordered tersely. She brought her hands to Mabel’s neck, and the little brunette flinched back a little. “I said stand still!” Wendy snapped, and Mabel forced herself to stay frozen. Wendy grabbed the neckline of Mabel’s undershirt in both hands and easily ripped the thin, sheer fabric down the middle, yanking it off Mabel’s body. Candy closed her eyes tight and looked away. Then Wendy pushed Mabel’s skirt down until it was laying around her feet, leaving her standing there nude. She stood behind Mabel and slipped an arm around her belly, picking up the leash with her other hand.
“Candy, look at her.” Candy, still closing her eyes tight, shook her head. “Look at her,” Wendy ordered again. This time the hand on Mabel’s stomach went up to give Mabel’s nipple a hard pinch, making her cry out a little. Candy, hearing that little exclamation of pain, quickly turned her head, her eyes wide. Her cheeks colored again as she took in the sight of Mabel’s naked body.
“Well look at that,” Wendy said in a gently mocking tone. “You got to see Mabel naked...don’t you think she should get to see you? Fair’s fair, right?”
There were tears standing in Candy’s eyes as she shook her head again. “Please, please no. I don’t want her to. Please.”
“Hmm...” Wendy hummed thoughtfully, brushing her hand up and down Mabel’s bare belly. Mabel hated to admit it, but that gentle touch felt good, and she could feel a tingly little sensation between her legs. Cut it out Wendy, she thought desperately, even though she stayed standing stock still. You’re gonna make me wet...she’s gonna see…
But then Wendy’s hand fell away, and Mabel felt her pulling up on the leash. Her hands went to her neck. “Spread your legs, Mabel,” Wendy ordered softly. When Mabel didn’t move, Wendy jerked the leash up, making the collar dig into Mabel’s neck. “You two are gonna start making me mad if you don’t do what you’re told, when you’re told.”
“I’ll do it!” Mabel gasped, pulling on the collar and spreading her legs open wide, stepping out of the little ring of her skirt on the floor. Mabel thought there was a disappointed look in Candy’s eyes as she looked at her friend. I have to do what she says, Mabel wanted to tell her. It almost always hurts less if you’re good. Wendy stopped pulling on the leash and Mabel’s hands went to her hunched shoulders, her head dropping in shame.
“So you remember how I said it was up to Mabel if she got hurt or not?” Wendy asked Candy. “Well, now it’s up to you, too. Every time you’re a bad girl, she gets hurt. And let’s see here...you fought me when I was stripping you, you said something not-nice, and then you said no three times. So that’s five times Candy was a bad girl.” Wendy stood over to Mabel’s side, keeping a hold on her leash with the arm she put around Mabel’s shoulders.
“One.” Wendy lifted her other hand and gave Mabel’s pussy a hard, fast slap. Mabel cried out in surprise and pain, twisting backwards. “Shhh,” Wendy said, holding her fast. “You’re being good, Mabel. Just stand there like a good girl and take your punishment.” This was a nightmare...having her pussy spanked hurt so much and she wanted to die, knowing Candy was watching it happen. She didn’t even know how to pretend this was the first time this had happened, so she just clung to Wendy calling her a good girl and forced herself to stand still. “Two,” Wendy said, and the second blow struck. Mabel squealed, but forced herself not to move.
“If you don’t watch, it’s gonna be six,” Wendy snarled, and Mabel knew that Candy must have tried to look away. “Three! Four!” Mabel’s chest was heaving and tears were going down her cheeks as she sniveled and whimpered at the pain of the next two blows.
“Five!” With the last blow, Wendy let Mabel go and the small girl fell to the ground, curling into a little ball with her hands over, but not quite touching her pussy, crying in as quiet a tone as she could.
Wendy deliberately stepped over her and stood by the bed. “Okay Candy...actually, wait, you know what?” Still sniffling, Mabel glanced up and saw Wendy shedding her own clothes, tossing them behind her. “Fuck, that’s better,” Wendy moaned, running her hands over her own bare, freckled torso and caressing her fingers over her pussy. “Don’t you think?” Mabel saw her lean over and grab Candy’s pussy through the sheets. “I said don’t you think?”
“Yes!” Candy yelped. “Yes, it is better!”
“Good girl. Let’s see you keep that up.” Wendy said in a smug, satisfied tone. She started rubbing the heel of her palm against Candy’s pussy under the thin blanket, and Candy made a little mewling noise, squirming helplessly. “You ready to put on a little show for your friend?”
“Wendy, I will do anything you say,” Candy said desperately. “Anything you want, I’ll do it for you, but please just…just let me keep my panties on, at least. Please!”
Mabel’s heart went out to her friend, but she knew it was useless when she saw Wendy’s lips pull up in a hungry smile, exposing her top row of teeth. “No,” she said simply, yanking the sheet from Candy’s body with no warning at all. “Mabel, come.”
Unwillingly, Mabel forced herself to her feet and dragged herself to the bed. Wendy barely looked as she grabbed Mabel’s leash and pulled her close. “Isn’t she cute?” she asked, running her hand down Candy’s flat belly.
She’s so skinny, was the first thought in Mabel’s mind. She knew Candy didn’t weigh much, heck Mabel herself could pick her up pretty easily. But in this position, stretched over the thin mattress, Mabel could clearly see the outline of her ribs. Candy had her eyes closed tight and had her head turned as far to the side as she could, a bright red flush on her face that went all the way down to her upper chest.
Wendy began to untie Candy’s restraints, starting with her feet. “Thing is, Candy, you’re going to do anything I want anyway. You can’t get out of here. If you act up too much I’ll just hurt you until you behave. And I’ll make you watch while I do it to Mabel first.”
Candy bit her lip and twisted in place, making a muffled screaming sound out of sheer frustration. She cracked her eyes open and saw Mabel looking sadly down at her. “I’m sorry,” Mabel mouthed.
To Mabel’s surprise, Candy actually managed a wan little smile. “It’s not your fault,” she breathed. Mabel winced at that, she couldn’t help it. Maybe it really wasn’t her fault, but the lie made her feel like she was still guilty. Wendy came up to untie the cords from Candy’s wrist cuffs, and Candy rose into a sitting position, head down, rolling her shoulders to stretch them after being held for so long.
Wendy gave her a moment before grabbing her by the arm. Candy jerked and it seemed like she might try to pull away, but then she glanced at Mabel and let Wendy pull her into a new position. Now she was laying crosswise across the two cots, her head close to the stone wall. Immediately she covered herself with her hands, staring up at the ceiling.
“Oh, cut that out,” Wendy said in a tone that was much more amused than irritated. The redhead slipped onto the cots next to her tiny victim, laying on her side. She took the hand Candy was using to cover her pussy and gently but firmly pulled it away and forced it to lay at her side. “You don’t have anything to hide anymore anyway,” Wendy pointed out teasingly, making Candy flush red again. Wendy gave her a hard look, and Candy reluctantly took the arm covering her chest and laid it at her side as well.
“Mabel, come lie on her other side,” Wendy ordered, and Mabel quickly climbed into the bed to obey.“God, look at this skinny little baby girl,” Wendy moaned, scooting in closer until her freckle-dusted breasts were pressed against Candy’s arm. She traced her fingers over Candy’s collarbone, then slid down to caress her perfectly flat chest. “Mabel, give her a kiss right here,” she ordered softly, touching Candy’s tiny little tan nipple.
Mabel forced herself to look Candy in the eye. The other girl set her mouth unhappily, but gave her a little nod. Try to like it, Mabel told herself as she lowered her head and gently kissed her friend’s skin.
“Now lick it,” Wendy said intently. Mabel obeyed, running her tongue in a soft, gentle circle around the little nub. Candy sucked in a breath, and her tiny nipple began to harden as Mabel lapped at it. “Keep going,” Wendy breathed, and she lowered her head to Candy’s other nonexistent breast, drawing her tongue over the soft, pale skin in long strokes that left glistening trails behind. “Harder!”
Candy made a soft, low sound deep in her throat as Mabel opened her mouth wide and licked her all over. Is this making her feel good? Mabel hoped so. Wendy suddenly grabbed the back of Mabel’s head and forced her tongue deep into the younger girl’s mouth. Mabel began to kiss her back, but suddenly remembered she was supposed to be new to this. Instead she just held still and let Wendy invade her mouth, pushing her tongue far enough back to make Mabel gag slightly.
Then she pulled her tongue from Mabel’s mouth and went back to licking Candy’s chest, using the hand on Mabel’s head to force her to do the same. The soft, flawless skin was covered in spit, and every so often Wendy would force her lips to Mabel’s in another kiss, sharing that wetness back and forth between their mouths. Each time she broke the kiss, drool would run down their chins to smear against Candy’s slick flesh.
Wendy growled under her breath, licking all over Candy’s slender chest, even the side Mabel had been lapping at. The hand that had been resting on Mabel’s head suddenly grabbed a painful handful of hair, making Mabel gasp. Wendy licked her face all over, her chin, her cheeks, everything. Then the teenager, her freckled face red and her cheeks glistening, forced their mouths together again and used her tongue to fill Mabel’s mouth with the saliva she’d collected.
Mabel was used to this kind of humiliation, and shuddered as she prepared to swallow. But then Wendy’s hand went to Mabel’s throat. “Hold it!” Wendy snapped harshly. She pulled Mabel up a bit, then used her other hand to pinch Candy’s jaw hard. “Open up you little whore,” she grated, and Candy quickly obeyed.
“Give it to her,” Wendy commanded, bringing Mabel’s face level with Candy’s, so close that their lips were nearly touching. Feeling sick inside, Mabel couldn’t do anything but obey. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue, the tip going just inside of Candy’s open mouth. The viscous drool quickly dripped down her tongue right into Candy’s waiting mouth. The dark-haired girl gagged slightly as her mouth filled with the combined spit of the other two girls, but a moment later her throat moved as she swallowed it down.
“Yes...” Wendy hissed. She grabbed Candy by the throat and kissed her, forcing her mouth open and plunging her tongue inside. Candy’s eyes widened at this new invasion, but she just laid limp and let it happen. Mabel was so relieved she didn’t try to fight...Wendy hated it when something spoiled a kiss. She surreptitiously wiped her mouth with her forearm as she watched.
Wendy finally broke the kiss, cupping Candy’s cheek in her hand, staring into her eyes with their foreheads touching. There was nothing loving or tender in Wendy’s gaze though. Even though it wasn’t directed at her, Mabel felt like a rabbit looking at a hungry wolf. And just then Wendy’s lips pulled back into a feral snarl and she spit once more into Candy’s mouth before rising.
“You’re both being such good little girls,” Wendy said, looking over the two of them. Mabel lowered her eyes to the bed, and Candy closed her eyes. “Just sit tight you two...I’ve got something real fun to play with.” Wendy turned and went to the little dresser.
As Wendy turned away, Mabel blinked in surprise as she felt Candy’s small hand hold her own. Looking at the other girl, she saw Candy smiling sadly at her. Mabel suddenly had to blink back tears. She forced herself to smile back and gave Candy’s hand a little squeeze. “It’ll be okay,” she whispered. Candy let out a little sigh, but nodded slightly.
“Awww, that’s just too fucking cute,” Wendy drawled sarcastically. She was standing over them, one hand on her naked hip, the other held behind her. “You two are really close, huh? I hope you’re ready to get a lot closer.” She reached for Candy, and the small girl cringed back. “Knock it off!” Wendy snapped, giving Candy a sharp slap across the face that knocked her glasses askew.
Candy immediately froze, not even moving to straighten her glasses, and Mabel felt another little rush of relief at her friend’s instincts. Wendy was obviously really excited...not just from her behavior, but from the moisture Mabel could see on her pussy and smeared on her thighs. This was not a good time to annoy her. Wendy grabbed Candy by the back of the neck and pulled her into a sitting position. Wendy gave Mabel a hard little look, and Mabel quickly pushed herself up to sit next to her friend.
Wendy was holding another collar behind her back. This one was made of black leather as well, but it had sharp metal studs on it. Mabel had worn it a couple of times as well, but Wendy decided the plain collar suited her better. Now it was going around Candy’s neck. She really looked like a little slave girl now, with the studded collar and the heavy leather cuffs still on her ankles and wrists.
“Now let’s see...” Wendy muttered, grabbing hold of Mabel’s chain leash and unhooking it from the heavy steel loop on her own collar. Instead Wendy revealed a slightly longer length of chain with heavier links, one that could be clipped into place on both ends. And that’s just what she did, clipping one end to Mabel’s collar and the other to Candy’s, effectively binding the two girls together, their collars only able to be a few feet apart at most.
“Looking good ladies,” Wendy teased in a distracted tone, returning to the dresser briefly. This time when she came back she was holding two ball gags. Mabel couldn’t help but make a face as she looked at them. She hated wearing those so much...the rubber ball was just a little too big for her mouth, and it made her jaw ache. Worse than that, though, was the humiliation as she couldn’t keep from drooling all over herself while it was inside her mouth. Wendy always loved that.
Candy was looking at the gags with real fear though. “I can’t wear that!” she declared in a loud, shrill voice.
Wendy let out a bark of laughter. “Oh, you know what this is, huh? Sweet little Candy’s not as innocent as she looks?” Candy’s face went dark red and she clapped her hands over her mouth. “That’s funny.” Wendy held one of the gags out to Candy, who just stared at it, still covering her mouth.
“I bet you know how to put it on, huh?” Wendy said relentlessly. “Good thing, too, since if it’s not in your mouth in the next few seconds, Mabel’s really gonna wish it was.” Candy blanched, and she shot an anguished look at her friend. Mabel saw her hands shaking as she took the gag from Wendy and shoved the rubber ball in her mouth. They were shaking far too much, and she just fumbled with the buckles behind her head for a few seconds before Wendy got impatient and quickly locked them into place herself.
“Your turn Mabes,” Wendy said, turning to her. Mabel lowered her eyes and didn’t move as Wendy gagged her as well. Once it was over, she tried to shift to a slightly more comfortable position, leaning back further against the mattress, but she got stopped short by the chain binding her to Candy. Instead she sighed and just sat there, head down, hands clasped between her knees.
“I thought a lot about what I’d do if I actually got a chance with the two of you,” Wendy was saying as she turned to the dresser one final time. “And you know what? There’s something I’ve always wanted to see. You two are gonna give me a little show.” She turned back, and Mabel looked up to see a strange toy in Wendy’s hand. It was a dildo...shiny, wobbly, translucent and dark purplish-red. But it was much longer than usual, and it seemed to be...double ended?
Mabel might not have gotten what it was, but Candy definitely did. The smaller girl went into full-blown panic mode. Mabel found herself yanked to the side by her neck as Candy kicked herself back until she was pressed against the wall. She was trying to scream through her gag, and her hands were at her neck, frantically trying to unfasten her collar.
“Hey, hey...shhhh, shhhh...Candy, chill.” Wendy was using that tone...that tone that seemed so reasonable, so cool and collected. She walked up to the head of the cots and gently but firmly grabbed Candy’s wrists, pulling her hands from her neck and holding them in place. “Candy, you gotta calm down.” Mabel wriggled until she was sitting against the wall as well, taking the pressure off of her neck.
Candy kicked her legs out and screamed once more into the gag. Her arms were shaking with effort, but Wendy was holding her in place easily. Finally, Candy sagged and stopped fighting, crying heavily. “There you go,” Wendy said softly. “It’s so much easier if you just go with it.” Mabel shuddered a little at those words that sounded so familiar. Hearing Wendy use that same voice on another girl...it was making Mabel feel so twisted up inside...
“Listen Candy, this is a one-time only thing,” Wendy continued intently. Candy’s muffled sobs quieted somewhat, and Mabel could tell she was listening. “After this, I’ll never touch you two ever again. But this needs to happen.” Candy quivered and cried a little harder. “I know it, I know...you’d rather die than put on a show like that for me, huh?” Candy nodded, twisting in place slightly.
Mabel wasn’t sure she could take this much longer. I’ve done this to a lot of girls, you know. The words Wendy had whispered to her in the woods kept coming back to her. Mabel had seen the pictures on Wendy’s phone, she knew it was true. But Mabel was special, different. Wendy cared about her in a way she didn’t care about any of those other girls. It wasn’t much, but that little reassurance was something Mabel had clung to so tightly since this started. But now Wendy was using that same patient, loving tone that she’d used on Mabel in the woods to get Candy to calm down. It’s different with me, she said so. It has to be different with me...she cares about me...
“But it’s gonna happen, girl,” Wendy was saying, still in that same calm, gentle voice that was tearing Mabel to pieces. “And it’s gonna be so much easier if you just do it and don’t make me hurt you or Mabel. ‘Cause I can tie you down and just whip Mabel until she fucks that dildo into you. I’ll totally do that. But that’s not what you want, is it?” Candy made a weirdly twisted sound, and Wendy let go of her wrists and rubbed her naked shoulders affectionately. “That’s a good girl.”
Mabel felt like she was a million miles away. In a weird way, nothing felt real anymore, like she was outside of her own body, watching all this happen. The emotions that were hammering her a second ago seemed so distant now...that weird feeling of jealousy, that Wendy would talk to another girl the same way she talked to Mabel. And that just made Mabel feel guilty, because she knew it wasn’t Candy’s fault. Wendy used that tone to make the most awful things seem so normal, so easy, she could actually make you feel bad for hating them so much and making such a big deal about it. And it was working! Mabel could see it in Candy’s eyes. It’s a lie! She’s lying! Mabel wanted to scream. It always hurts! It’s never better! But she couldn’t...that weird, disconnected feeling left her unable to say anything. She just watched as Candy shivered under Wendy’s touch and let the teen tell her what the truth was.
And under all of that was the fear that had really made Mabel shut down...the fear that Wendy really didn’t care about her any more than she did any of the girls she’d used. She was just another toy to be used until Wendy got bored with her and threw her away. Mabel just couldn’t deal with that...after everything Wendy had done to her, she had to be more special than that. She had to.
But now, satisfied with Candy’s response, Wendy stood again and grabbed a wooden chair, sprawling in the seat with her legs spread wide, watching her two victims. Mabel, still feeling that strange sense of numb detachment, picked up the double-ended dildo and looked at it curiously. “So you’ll need this,” Wendy said, grabbing a bottle of the strawberry flavored lube she liked best from the dresser and tossing it onto the bed. “You two are gonna make that little toy disappear,” she grinned.
One hand was already idly toying with her pussy, but with her other hand Wendy snapped her fingers. “Oh yeah, and I almost forgot.” A truly nasty smile appeared on her face. “The first one of you that cums is gonna get punished.” She seemed to be speaking to them both, but her eyes lingered on Mabel. “And don’t try to fake it...I’ll know.”
So now I have to like it, or Candy gets hurt even worse. Mabel wasn’t even surprised that Wendy had found a way to corner her like this. I never have a choice, she thought as she took the bottle of sweet smelling lube and anointed the dildo with it. Then she poured more into her hand, smearing it over her pussy and working it in a little bit with her fingers. She felt like she was watching herself do it as she took more of the lube and, without hesitation, rubbed it on Candy’s pussy as well.
Candy jerked and stared at Mabel when she felt the other girl’s fingers on her sex. Mabel tried to smile a little bit around the gag as she gently pushed her fingertips into Candy’s cunt, making her slick and slippery. “Aht’s ohkhay,” she said softly, the gag skewing her words. She kept running her fingers through Candy’s slit, giving the tiny cunny a little bit more attention than she needed to. I want her to feel good, too. After a moment, Candy shivered and turned in place, facing Mabel and giving her better access to her privates.
Mabel still felt so strange...like she was controlling her body by remote control somehow. She took the dildo and pushed it into her cunt. Some of the toys Wendy had used on her were bigger than this one, and it slid in easily, making her feel so full. Then she took the other end and put it against Candy’s opening. There were tears of pure shame trickling down Candy’s cheek, but when Mabel looked at her, she glanced over at Wendy watching them, closed her eyes, and nodded slightly. Mabel pushed it in, and found it went into Candy’s body just as easily as it had into hers.
“You are a naughty girl,” Wendy said in a knowing tone as she saw that. “Good little girls like you are always scared of everyone finding out they’re really sluts deep down. I bet you cum first.”
Candy shuddered and cried weakly, shaking her head. “Nuuhhhh, puheeze, nuuhhh...”
No she won’t. That thought was surprisingly firm, cutting through the weird fog Mabel seemed to be drifting through. The little brunette shifted in place, scooting closer to Candy and bringing their pussies closer. She threaded their legs together, one of her legs on top of Candy’s but Candy’s other leg pulled up so that her ankle was resting on Mabel’s shoulder. Then she started feeling behind her with one hand until she found the metal frame of the cot and grabbed it tight.
She turned her body slightly, knowing it would give Wendy a better view as she thrust down against the sex toy. It pushed into her and Candy both. Mabel gasped and leaned back slightly, feeling the tension on the chain joining her and Candy’s collars. She wrapped her free arm around Candy’s leg, the one she’d put against her shoulder, and used it to pull the two of them closer, forcing more and more of the dildo into their bodies.
Mabel still couldn’t shake the strange feeling that she was looking at herself from the outside. Like it was another person raping the glistening sex toy into her best friend. But her need to protect Candy from whatever Wendy was planning was giving her something to focus on, and that was bringing her back to herself. She found she could still feel it, feel the dildo invading her cunt, filling her up. Still feel it sending shudders of pleasure through her young body every time she ground her hips against Candy’s. She concentrated on that, letting that pleasure build inside her. It’s okay to like it, Mabel told herself. You have to like it, for Candy.
Her head was clearing more and more from that weird, distant feeling, and as she came back to herself Mabel felt a gnawing frustration growing in the pit of her stomach. She had to like it for Candy, she had to like it because Wendy told her to...what if she wanted to like it for herself? It felt like everything she did anymore was for someone else...for her family and her friends, to stop them from finding out this terrible secret, for Wendy because...because she was Wendy. And now for Candy, because if she didn’t, Candy would get hurt.
A hungry moan tore itself from Mabel’s throat, and she leaned back far enough to pull Candy’s upper back off the mattress, pushing down against the dildo with her whole lower body. Her pussy and Candy’s were just a couple of inches apart now, and the wetness Mabel could feel dripping down wasn’t just extra lube. What if I wanna like it just cause I like it? Mabel thought hotly. The numbness was fading away, and she was feeling more frustrated and even angry by the second. Candy’s so cute...fucking her like this is...it’s good. It’s good!
“Gooouuhhh…!” she groaned out loud, through the gag. Drool was dripping down her chin to her chest. Normally she’d be mortified by that, but at that moment she was past caring. Her hand left the bed frame, and she used both hands to hold Candy’s leg tight and use it to pull the two of them together. She leaned back further, the chain binding their collars pulled taut. With that extra little bit of leverage she could really grind her hips down against Candy’s hard and fast, over and over. She felt a hot, wet sensation against her cunt, and with a little shock she realized that they really had made the dildo disappear.
“Fuck yes!” Wendy cried out harshly. Looking over Mabel saw the redhead pumping four fingers in and out of her dripping hole, and her other hand had left her tits to play with her clit. “Fuck her Mabel!” Wendy urged frantically. “Fuck that adorable little bitch!” Candy was looking at Mabel with a wide-eyed expression, her face red and her chest heaving. Mabel didn’t know if her friend was feeling the same kind of pleasure she was, but at the moment she was so beyond caring. She just kept raping the sex toy into both of their young bodies.
She felt her orgasm building fast, and Mabel let go of Candy’s leg, putting both her arms behind her, palms flat on the mattress, and actually lifting her entire body off the bed to slam her hips down against Candy’s body. The chain binding them yanked Candy up into a half-seated position, and Candy had to use her own arms to steady herself much like Mabel was, which just opened her up to Mabel’s movements even more.
Their pussies touched again, pressing tight against each other, and the feeling of that soft, hot, soaking wet flesh sliding against each other sent Mabel over the edge. Screaming into the gag, she felt like she was cumming over and over again, hips writhing and twitching.
“You fucking lezzie freaks!” Wendy squealed. “Don’t stop! Don’t...stop!” With a last, strangled cry Mabel heard Wendy cum as well. Still groaning, Mabel dropped down to her elbows on the bed, her body shaking with exertion. The dildo slipped halfway out of her and Candy’s bodies. Mabel swallowed and panted as best as she could around the ball gag, twitching and shuddering as every movement sent little sparks radiating out from her pussy.
Then Wendy was there, her face and freckled chest red and damp with sweat. Her hands fumbled for a little bit, but she managed to undo the clasp on Mabel’s collar, setting both girls free from each other. Candy climbed off the bed, letting the dildo slip out of her pussy with a wet, slithery sound. The chain still attached to her collar fell from the mattress and dragged the floor with a metallic hiss. She staggered to the stone wall and leaned her forearm against it. She hid her face, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed silently.
But at that moment Wendy only had eyes for Mabel. She was beaming down at her little girlfriend, vicious lust in her eyes, but even more than that there was pride and, maybe, Mabel thought, hoped, affection. I liked it, Mabel thought. I liked it...I did good. She knows I did good. And even though Mabel knew she should hate herself for feeling that way, knowing that made her feel good, too. See? It’s different. I’m different. She does care about me!
“Looks like you’re the sluttiest little girl after all, huh?” Wendy teased in a low voice. She grabbed the wet slippery dildo, pulling the last little bit of it from Mabel’s cunt, and brought it to her lips, lapping up the mixture of flavored lube and Mabel’s juices that covered the sex toy. “I guess you’re the one getting punished.” Mabel shivered, but nodded, lowering her eyes submissively.
Just then, behind Wendy, a tiny hint of movement caught Mabel’s eye. It was Candy. She was tiptoeing her way towards the dresser. She was lifting the chain up just high enough that it wouldn’t make any further noise against the floor. Mabel felt her stomach sink right down to her toes as she saw Candy gingerly lift up Wendy’s phone.
Mabel had tried desperately not to let her surprise or fear show on her face, but something about her posture changed enough to give Wendy pause. Maybe her predatory instincts saw the way Mabel froze up, but Wendy suddenly stopped licking the dildo clean. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she turned to see Candy, looking at the black screen on Wendy’s phone in silent, panicked consternation.
“I think I’m most pissed that you thought I’d be dumb enough to leave that on,” Wendy said in a very quiet voice. Candy jumped, the phone falling from her hands back to the dresser. “And I mean, even if I did, you don’t think I lock my screen?” The redhead gently ran her fingers through Mabel’s hair before standing up. “You just fucked up bad, Candy.”
Wendy lunged forward, and before Candy could even turn around to run, Wendy had a hold on the chain, pulling up hard enough with one arm to lift the small girl completely off the ground. Candy’s legs kicked helplessly, and her hand clutched at the collar digging into her neck, cutting off her air and making her face turn purple. “Fucked up so, so, so bad!” Wendy snarled, her arm shaking slightly as she pulled Candy up almost to eye level. Candy’s eyes were bulging and her mouth opened and closed, nothing but a faint, tiny squeak escaping her throat.
Mabel was frozen with fear. The only other time she’d seen Wendy this angry, the redhead had beaten and terrorized her until she’d wet herself. She wanted to hide, she wanted to bury her head under one of the pillows until it was over...but she couldn’t. The sight of Candy, one of her best friends, strangling, suffering, stopped her. “Wait...” she whispered. She swallowed, took a deep breath, and repeated, much louder, “Wait! Wendy, stop!”
Wendy gave her the barest, backwards glance and shook her head. Mabel’s knees felt like they were made of water, but somehow she forced herself off the bed and staggered forward to grab Wendy’s elbow. “You said you’d punish me!” she cried desperately.
Wendy looked down at Mabel, her face a mask of rage, her lips pulled back in a dangerous, feral grimace. “You wanna get punished?!” she demanded. She let go of Candy’s chain, and the small girl fell, sprawled on the concrete, coughing and gasping.
“Mabel, no...” Candy began, her voice a pained croak. Wendy gave her a sharp kick in the chest and she curled up in a ball, coughing again.
Wendy turned fully to Mabel. She hooked the fingers of both hands into claws and raked her nails hard down Mabel’s chest and belly, leaving bright red, painful lines behind. Mabel choked back a sob but stood her ground. And as if that violent act had spent something in Wendy, the teen’s gaze actually softened. She still looked terribly angry, but some of what Mabel thought she’d seen in Wendy’s eyes before was back. “You wanna get punished?” she repeated, in a much calmer tone. “Instead of her?” She jerked her head towards where Candy lay, still trying to catch her breath. Mabel lowered her eyes and nodded. “Fine,” Wendy snapped.
Before Mabel could lift her gaze, Wendy grabbed her wrist and used it to spin Mabel around and twist her arm up behind her back. Mabel cried out in pain as she felt herself pushed back down onto the bed, Wendy’s full weight crushing her from behind. “I’m only doing this because you were such a good girl, Mabel,” Wendy breathed in her ear.
Fighting to get the words out past the pain, Mabel gasped, “Th...thank...” But Wendy clapped a hand over Mabel’s mouth before she could finish.
“Shut it,” she spat. She used the hand on Mabel’s face to yank her head to the side and bit down hard on the tender, exposed flesh just where the shoulder met the neck. Mabel whimpered and bit her lip to keep from crying out any louder. “I’m not making this easy for you now,” Wendy warned her, breathing into her ear again. Mabel just nodded. It didn’t really matter...punishment was punishment. Even if Wendy thought she was just going to be playing with Mabel before, it wouldn’t have been easy.
Wendy slid off of Mabel, letting the small girl breathe a little easier. Wendy grabbed one of the cords she had used to tie Candy to the bed and wrapped the end of it several times around Mabel’s wrists, tying them securely behind her back. She lifted Mabel easily, and Mabel felt a familiar flutter of fear as Wendy demonstrated just how strong she was, easily positioning Mabel’s body on the bed, her head resting on one of the thin pillows.
Then Wendy climbed up on the bed as well, her knees on either side of Mabel. Mabel closed her eyes tight as she realized what she was going to be forced to do. And sure enough, Wendy sat right on Mabel’s face. “Lick me,” Wendy ordered softly. With no other choice, Mabel began tonguing the teen girl’s ass. Wendy moaned softly. “That’s a good girl...”
Opening her eyes, Mabel could see just over the clean-shaven mound of Wendy’s pussy. The redhead was fondling her breasts as Mabel kept rimming her hole. “Candy, come here,” Wendy said, looking down to where Candy was still laying on the floor. There was no response. “Your choice,” Wendy said in an uncaring tone. She sat her full weight on Mabel’s face, completely cutting off her air. Mabel tried to keep licking, but soon her lungs began to burn. She tried to move her head, but Wendy’s thighs held her in place. She kicked her legs out desperately, making a muffled sound of fear.
“Stop it!” Candy’s voice, still rough and strained from her strangling, sounded out.
“Then come here,” Wendy ordered. Mabel’s eyes widened as she stared pleadingly up at Wendy, but she was looking at where Candy was pulling herself to her feet and standing at the head of the cots, once again covering her chest and her privates with her hands. Wendy chuckled a little. “Still shy? What’s the point, Candy? Put your hands behind your back.”
Candy took a quick moment to straighten her glasses, daring a quick, scared look down at Mabel as she did so. Then she did as ordered, holding her hands behind her back, a dark red flush traveling all the way down her chest as she looked away. Wendy finally relented at that, lifting herself enough to let Mabel suck a couple of huge, deep breaths into her lungs. Without being told, she immediately began lashing her tongue across Wendy’s puckered hole again, and the redhead shivered with pleasure atop her.
“See that, Candy? Mabel knows how to be good. And now you’re gonna be good, too. You’re gonna be a good, good girl. Because if you aren’t...” Wendy pressed down, and once again Mabel found her air cut off. She tried again to keep going as long as she could, but before long she was panicking and struggling again…
“Stop, please!” Candy begged. “I will do it!”
“Do what?” Wendy asked, shrugging like she barely cared.
“I will...” Candy shuddered, and began to hug herself, but then remembered and kept her hands behind her back. “I will be a good girl,” she whimpered.
“A very good girl?”
“Yes! I will be a very, very good girl for you, Wendy. So please...”
This time Wendy pushed herself up on her knees a bit higher, letting Mabel turn her head to the side to catch her breath. She licked her lips and shuddered, closing her eyes and shaking her head for a moment, almost like she was trying to wish it all away. Even though, of course, that never worked.
“Look at these,” Wendy murmured intently, cupping her hands beneath her breasts. “I told you you’d be sucking on them soon, didn’t I? Well, now’s your chance. Aren’t you happy?”
“Yes Wendy,” Candy said in a tiny, miserable voice. “I am so happy.”
“Why?”
“Because I get to...to suck on your...boobies.” The last word came in an ashamed little whisper.
“Well you don’t look too happy,” Wendy said critically. “Come on Candy, let’s see a smile.”
Mabel couldn’t help but glance up at that. It was the saddest excuse for a smile she’d ever seen. Candy was obviously fighting with everything she had to hold back tears. The corners of her mouth were twisted upward, barely, her lips parted, but the lips were tightly pressed together in the middle. “God, that’s pathetic,” Wendy said in an amused tone. “Forget it, Candy, let’s get to it. You girls gotta go home soon, and the rain’s almost stopped.”
Candy relaxed her face with a tiny, almost relieved sigh, and leaned forward, eyes closed and mouth open. “Ah ah ah!” Wendy chided her, poking her forehead lightly. “Not so fast.” She tilted Candy’s face up with a finger under her chin and leaned in for a kiss. “And you,” she said, lowering her ass to Mabel’s face again. “Get back to work.”
Mabel could have cried from pure humiliation. She understood her punishment now. Not only did she have to do something she hated, something so completely degrading, she wasn’t even the focus of Wendy’s attention. Mabel was just an added little thrill to what she was doing with Candy, and a threat Wendy could use to make sure Candy kept obeying. She felt so dirty, and so small, and so used. And so helpless. Meekly, obediently, her tongue slipped out from between her lips and she continued to pleasure her girlfriend’s ass.
Looking up, she could see Wendy forcing Candy into a deep, long kiss. She sucked on Candy’s tongue, then pushed her own tongue into Candy’s mouth, going back and forth until drool was leaking down both their chins. Finally she pushed Candy down slightly and made her open her mouth as Wendy closed her lips around her own tongue, pulling it in slowly and letting a huge glob of their combined saliva drop into Candy’s open mouth.
“Now, use that to paint my tits,” Wendy panted, her fingers going down to play with her clit right above Mabel’s eyes. With a disgusted expression, Candy held the spit in her mouth and lashed her tongue over the soft, speckled flesh of Wendy’s tits, leaving thick wet trails behind.
“Mmmm, that’s fucking perfect you little whore,” Wendy moaned, running the fingers of her free hand through Candy’s black locks. Mabel could feel Wendy’s pussy juice running down onto her forehead as the redhead used two fingers to rub her clitty in a tight little circle. “Now suck my nipples like a good little slut,” Wendy urged, arching her back and pressing down on Mabel’s face. The little brunette could still breathe, barely, but she began licking harder, probing at Wendy’s hole. The sooner Wendy came, the sooner this would end.
Wendy sucked in a breath, her thighs tightening around Mabel’s head. “Oh, fuck Mabel!” she exclaimed in surprise. Mabel began darting her the tip of her tongue in and out while Candy suckled hard on Wendy’s nipple, the redhead curling her arm around the back of Candy’s head to hold her fast. “Switch, baby girl,” Wendy gasped harshly, pulling Candy’s head to her other breast to suck.
“Fuck me, two little rape sluts,” Wendy grunted, rolling her hips and grinding down on Mabel’s face. Her hand tightened in Candy’s hair, making the little girl cry out in protest.
“Shut the fuck up Candy,” Wendy snarled. “Just suck my fucking tits, it’s all you’re good for, just a stupid little fucktoy...ah! Fuck!” Wendy started to cum, forcing Mabel to close her eyes as her face flooded with Wendy’s honey. Mabel kept licking, even though she was getting desperate for a breath again. The redhead just kept babbling, using the filthiest language to abuse the two little girls pleasuring the teenage predator.
When Wendy finally came down from her orgasm, she gently pushed Candy away and laid backwards against Mabel, using her tiny, immature body as a pillow as she ran her hands along her tits, smearing her own pussy juice into the saliva-soaked flesh. “That was fucking amazing,” she moaned languidly. “I think I came like five times in a row.”
Mabel felt so dirty as Wendy rolled off of her, allowing the little girl to push herself up into a sitting position. Bad enough that she’d been used like that, but knowing that Candy had seen it made it so, so much worse. Looking down, Mabel could see Candy crouched on the ground in a little ball, her hands over her face as she shook slightly with silent tears. Wendy looked incredibly satisfied, almost dancing as she stepped lightly around the room, still running her hands up and down her body.
“God, I wanna fucking go again already,” Wendy laughed. Both girls looked at her with a stricken expression, making her laugh even harder. “I guess you girls feel it too! Don’t worry ladies...I said I had to let you go, remember? And it sounds like the storm stopped, at least for now. We probably ought to get out while we can.” A low rumble of thunder sounded in the distance, as if emphasizing Wendy’s words.
With a slight gesture of her finger, Wendy ordered Mabel off the bed on shaking legs so that she could untie her hands. As Mabel rubbed her wrists, Wendy went over to Candy and placed a hand on her head, making her flinch. “You really pissed me off before Candy, but you did so good. You really were a good girl.”
Candy shuddered and sniffled, lifting her head to show her smudged, tear-stained glasses. “You...are really going to let us go?”
Wendy smiled almost gently and nodded, helping the tiny girl to her feet. “Yeah dude, not like I can keep you in here forever!” She smirked. “What, you gonna tell on me?”
As Candy stood, she almost started to cover herself again, but her hands dropped limply to her sides. That made Mabel sad to see, as if part of Candy really had given up. “I...I...” Candy tried to speak, but after a moment, she just shook her head and looked down.
“That’s what I thought.” Wendy looked over at Mabel. “How about you, Mabes? You really want everyone to know what happened here? ‘Cause I promise, if you tell, everyone’s gonna know everything.”
“I won’t tell,” Mabel said softly. Of course, Wendy already knew that. But they had to keep up the act for Candy’s sake. And knowing that Mabel didn’t want to tell, Candy would be even less likely to. Wendy knew that, too.
“Good girls. So, as fun as this was, it’ll just be a one-time thing.” Wendy grabbed Candy by the shoulders, making the little girl quiver, though she said nothing. “We can all just forget it. Well, you girls can, if you want. I’ll be thinking about it a lot,” Wendy finished with a wicked chuckle.
They all got dressed quickly, and Wendy hoisted up Candy’s heavy backpack. She led them through the darkening woods back to the Shack. Candy just kept staring at the ground, and Mabel just stared at Wendy’s back. She felt filthy, and tired, and guilty. If Wendy wasn’t her girlfriend, the redhead might not have ever noticed Candy, might never have done anything to her.
And she really had liked fucking Candy with that double-dildo. It felt so good...Mabel even felt a little twinge in her pussy now thinking about it. That made Mabel feel dirtier than anything, even worshiping Wendy’s ass. Maybe it made it easier at the time, but now she just felt even more twisted up with guilt and shame inside.
“Well girls, here we are,” Wendy said as they stepped into the lights of the Mystery Shack parking lot. She passed the backpack to Candy. “It was a lot of fun. You gals have a great sleepover!” With another wicked, cruel little laugh and a friendly wave, Wendy walked off down the path, leaving the two kids alone.
Mabel let out a long, tearful sigh and started walking towards the Mystery Shack, but stopped after a few steps. Candy wasn’t following. She was just standing there, staring down at her shoes. She looked so small wearing that large, heavy backpack.
“I’m sorry, Mabel, but I don’t feel very much like having a sleepover tonight,” she said sadly. “I think I will just go home.”
Mabel felt her last little shreds of self-control just burn away at that. She dropped to her knees in the mud, suddenly overcome with heartbroken sobs. “I’m sorry!” she cried, covering her face with her hands. “Candy, I’m so sorry!”
Mabel felt Candy’s small hand on the back of her head. “Mabel, it’s okay, I promise! We can have the sleepover...if you really want to!”
“Noooo!” Mabel wailed. She tried to stand up but her body convulsed and she literally couldn’t move. “Just don’t hate me! Please don’t hate me!” She was babbling, and she knew that if Wendy was there she would have told her to shut her mouth, but she just couldn’t stop.
“Mabel...” Candy’s voice floated down when Mabel stopped to catch her breath. “Has Wendy...done things to you before this?”
That question made Mabel’s crying die in her throat. She felt herself shaking all over. She dropped her hands to her thighs and kept mindlessly smoothing out her skirt as she stared at Candy, wide-eyed. No! Say NO! Part of her mind was screaming at her, but she just...couldn’t. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Whatever happened was just going to have to happen.
Candy’s eyes drifted away from Mabel’s until she was looking off into the woods to the side. “There was a person who...when I was younger. It’s why I don’t like for people to look at me. I hate that they would look at me and think about me like that. But...I never told. Even though I think there were other girls, after me.” Candy’s voice was quiet, and started to shake a little as she spoke again. “I feel bad for the other girls...but I just can’t tell. You know?” She looked sidelong at Mabel, who just nodded wordlessly. Mabel definitely knew.
Candy reached out with both hands, and Mabel took them and let the other girl help her to her feet. Her knees were shaking like crazy, but she managed to stay up. “I feel bad for you too, Mabel.” Candy said sadly. “I won’t tell. And I am still your friend. I’ll be here, whenever you need me.”
Mabel hugged Candy tightly, crying hot, silent tears into the smaller girl’s shoulder. Candy hugged her back. “I’m sorry you tried to protect me,” Mabel mumbled. It made sense, now. Candy had been through something like this before, and thought she could shield Mabel from the worst of it. Mabel had tried to pretend she’d never been through this to keep Candy as a friend and Candy had sort of done the same thing. Mabel had a sudden, crazy impulse to laugh at that, but she fought it back and just squeezed Candy tighter.
“You protected me, too,” Candy reminded her gently. “When...when I made her so angry.”
With a sigh, Mabel let Candy go. “Have a safe walk home,” Mabel said with a tiny smile.
Candy blinked in surprise. “I thought you wanted…?” Candy left the question hanging.
Mabel just shook her head. “No...I kinda want to be alone tonight too. We should wait till Grenda can come to the next sleepover. It’ll make it easier.” She glanced up at the sky through the trees. The clouds were finally breaking up, and between them the first few stars were starting to come out. “You should hurry home. It’s getting dark.”
“You’re right,” Candy nodded. She adjusted her backpack. “Good night Mabel. Please stay safe.”
“Good night, Candy,” Mabel replied. I don’t ever feel safe, she thought, but she knew she couldn’t say it. Instead she just waved as Candy walked up the road. Suddenly feeling crushingly exhausted, she somehow forced herself to go inside. She vaguely remembered saying something to Grunkle Stan and Dipper about the storm, and Candy just wanting to go home after it was over. She excused herself from dinner by claiming she’d had something with Wendy and Candy, and stumbled up the steps into her and Dipper’s room. She didn’t even bother to undress before she just collapsed into bed and dropped into a dreamless sleep.
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