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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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Chapter List
- 8
- 9
Pacifica Northwest awoke with a jerk. She sat bolt upright, her whole body soaked with sweat, making her sheer nightshirt cling to her body as she tried to catch her breath and fight down the panic that was clawing at her throat. As she realized she’d just been in the grip of a nightmare, her shoulders began to shake and she turned in place, burying her face in her pillows to muffle her helpless sobs.
A nightmare. That nightmare. The same nightmare that had haunted her for weeks. Ever since that red-headed monster had snuck into her house and...and...Pacifica shook all over. And almost every night since then it just played over and over again in her sleep...the pain, and humiliation, and..Pacifica whimpered softly as she reached down between her legs and felt how moist her panties had become.
She rolled onto her side, curling up into a tight little ball as two of her fingers deftly pushed her wet little undergarment aside and slid into her waiting pussy. Shame and pleasure burned through her with equal intensity as she replayed it all in her head for what felt like the thousandth time. Pacifica had never been hurt like that...never felt so weak and small as when She came in and just...just attacked her.
The blonde girl let out a shuddering little half-sob and began moving her fingers faster as she remembered the pure, stark terror of not being able to breathe along with the sense of absolute degradation as She just...used her. Pacifica used her other hand to touch her face...her perfect, flawless, beautiful face, that She had just used like a thing, a toy, to rub Her cunt against and get off on. Pacifica could still smell Her, feel the hot, wet juices staining her skin, leaving behind a dirty feeling that even now Pacifica hadn’t been able to get rid of.
And then, nestled in Her arms, molested by Her, as she was forced to make her own blackmail video. Did She ever watch it? Pacifica remembered how warm and soft and strong Her embrace was and… “Noooo...” Pacifica let out a low, croaking moan as she came, a splash of hot liquid pouring over her fingers and hand as she brought herself to another shameful orgasm, remembering her rape and abuse.
She started crying again, or at least tears started running down her face. She was so tired...so hurt and confused and ashamed...she just wanted to feel normal again, but it was getting hard to remember what that was even like.
“I need to do something,” she mumbled, her last conscious thought before falling into a blessedly dreamless sleep.
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The next day Pacifica dressed incognito. She wore a long brown coat over a simple purple dress and black leggings, her long hair bound up tightly in a dark purple scarf, and a pair of big black sunglasses to more or less hide her face. She was walking slowly, and seemingly aimlessly, but she knew where she’d end up eventually...the Mystery Shack. The nightmares almost seemed to force her to go to the tacky little tourist trap, although usually she didn’t do more than lurk in the woods outside the parking lot and wait, wondering if she’d catch a glimpse of…
Pacifica’s phone buzzed silently in her pocket and she grimaced. One of her friends, texting her again probably. Ever since...everything that had happened, she’d hung out with the two of them just twice, and each time felt stilted and awkward. It’s not like they were real friends, anyway. They were just daughters of two other relatively wealthy families in Gravity Falls (not a high bar, by the way, and the Northwests were head and shoulders above both their families put together.) They hung out together because it was more or less expected. Pacifica needed some kind of posse, and this way her friends’ parents sort of ingratiated themselves to Pacifica’s. It was a shallow ‘friendship’ of convenience, and frankly Pacifica had more important things to worry about now.
As she approached the Mystery Shack she could see that weird old Mr. Pines was just finishing one of his tours and exhorting the dull-eyed tourists to go to the gift shop and buy as much merch as possible. Before she had a chance to think better of it, Pacifica found herself hurrying up to the back of the group and slipping into the gift shop as unobtrusively as possible.
She hung as far back from the register as possible, pretending to look over a rack of little personalized license plates (those things never had her name, ever!) but really eyeing the red-headed teen lounging behind the counter and flipping through a magazine. Wendy Corduroy. Pacifica shivered a little bit. She seemed so...normal. Boring, almost. Just a small-town, teenaged slacker working a crappy summer job. Even with those memories burned into her mind, Pacifica could barely believe that this girl could turn into the monster that had come after her that day, weeks ago.
Then a little girl, maybe eight years old, ran between them with some useless trinket to show to her parents, wearing a pair of pink overalls and her sandy hair done up in braided pigtails. Pacifica happened to be looking right at Wendy just as the girl passed through her field of vision, and she saw Wendy glance up from her magazine, a quick look of predatory hunger passing over her face as she looked at the child. Pacifica held in a little gasp and shrank out of sight. There She is, she thought, her heart suddenly hammering in her chest.
Okay, I gotta get out of here… Pacifica began to make her way towards the exit, still trying to look like a disinterested tourist. Then she heard the door nearer the register open, the little bell ringing.
“Hey guys,” Wendy greeted. “What’s up?”
“Hi Wendy!” That bright, cheery voice stopped Pacifica in her tracks. She crept back to the license plates again. Sure enough, the Pines Twins had come in, the boy, Dipper, looking a little ragged around the edges and holding an old, leather-bound book tucked under his arm. Mabel looked a little frazzled as well, but was smiling up at Wendy like she didn’t have a care in the world.
Pacifica felt her jaw clench as she watched the twins chat with the red-haired teen between ringing up customers. Mabel had been just the most annoying thing on the planet ever since she’d come to Gravity Falls, and in a way, Pacifica blamed her for everything that had happened. Wendy had made it clear that at least part of the reason she’d come after Pacifica was to get back at her for picking on the irritating new girl.
The site of the oblivious little brunette, with her ridiculous rainbow sweater (it’s the middle of summer for god’s sake!) and her goofy braces and her big, dumb smile made Pacifica’s blood start to boil. Especially watching her yammering away at Wendy, who just smiled and nodded as she continued to flip through her magazine. There wasn’t a sign of the vicious monster that had pretty much destroyed Pacifica’s whole world. Just a normal teenager tolerating the chatter of a younger girl.
She’s so stupid! Pacifica silently fumed, looking at them out of the corner of her eye as she pretended to browse a shelf of tacky knick-knacks. How can she talk to Her like that, like She’s just...normal? And why would She protect that dumb little girl? What makes her so special?
Despite Wendy’s lackadaisical approach to customer service, the gift shop was emptying out. Pacifica definitely didn’t want to be the last person in there, so she turned towards the exit.
“Hey Mabel.” With less chatter in the store, Wendy’s voice carried to Pacifica’s ears more easily. And there was something about her tone that made Paz turn back. Dipper was leaving through the door that went into the house proper, and it looked like Mabel had been following, but turned back at Wendy’s call.
“Wendy?”
“C’mere.” Mabel walked back behind the counter. She was still smiling, but the way her eyes kept darting around to the people still in the gift shop made her look kind of nervous. Wendy set her magazine down and turned in her seat to face Mabel fully. “My shift’s up in an hour. Meet me outside?”
Mabel nodded, still smiling. “You bet!”
What happened next froze Pacifica’s breath in her throat. Wendy’s hand came up, and she ran the back of her knuckles across Mabel’s cheek in the gentlest caress. Mabel blushed suddenly and cast her eyes down shyly. And even though she couldn’t hear the words, Pacifica clearly saw the way Wendy’s lips moved as she murmured something to the annoying little brunette in a near whisper.
Good girl.
Pacifica left the gift shop. She was walking with a peculiar stiffness, but she was past caring about looking natural. It wasn’t until she was well away from the little Shack in the woods and her boots were tapping against sidewalk pavement that she felt like she could breathe again.
Good girl.
Pacifica’s stomach twisted and she sat heavily down at a bus stop bench, holding herself around her middle tightly. Wendy had told Pacifica to be a good girl. “Just be a good girl and it’ll be over, okay? I promise.” Wendy’s voice, so calm and low and bizarrely reasonable, almost purred in Pacifica’s memories. Except it was a lie. It wasn’t over. Pacifica felt tears pickling her eyes and she angrily clenched her teeth and fought them back. She wasn’t about to cry in public, no matter what.
Even if it wasn’t over. Even if Pacifica still felt like she was trapped in that nightmare, even weeks later. She wasn’t sure it was ever going to be over. Was it...could it even be possible it was the same for Mabel? Pacifica felt her stomach twist again and she curled up a little in her seat, still holding her waist. Was Mabel being a good girl, thinking it would be over, not knowing it never would be?
That couldn’t be it. Pacifica shook her head a little. How could Mabel be so happy, act so normal, if...if it was like that? Pacifica was so messed up even her parents had started to notice there was something wrong with her, and she was a fucking expert at hiding her feelings. There was no way that goofy little...Mabel...could be hiding something like that.
So then what was going on? Paz stood and started walking back towards the Shack. She was going to find out.
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Mabel fidgeted nervously in her seat on the steps of the Mystery Shack’s porch. Things had been...good...in the last week, ever since that night with Candy. Things were still weird between Mabel and Candy, and Mabel worried they might stay that way forever, but if Grenda was around the two of them could at least act normal. And Wendy had been so...nice, ever since then. So gentle, even when they were having sex, which is usually when Wendy couldn’t really control herself and ended up hurting Mabel, at least a little.
But Wendy just kept telling Mabel how proud she was of her, and how special she was. Wendy also kept talking about what they’d do to the next girl they got. Mabel shivered a little bit. She didn’t like the way Wendy talked about other girls like they weren’t even people, just toys. It made Mabel feel sick, and it also scared her...as ‘special’ as Wendy treated her, deep down Mabel still worried how different she really was from all those other girls.
Waiting around for Wendy like this always made Mabel nervous, though. She never knew how Wendy was going to be with her. Just because she’d been so nice all week didn’t mean it would last. And what if Wendy wanted her because she finally did find a new girl? Was she going to make Mabel help...lure her away, or grab her, or however Wendy usually did it? Mabel didn’t know, and she’d never wanted to ask, but the just the thought of having to help with something like that made her start to shake.
“Hey Mabes,” the casual greeting made Mabel jump and squeak in her seat. She’d been so distracted she didn’t even hear Wendy locking up the gift shop.
“Hi Wendy,” Mabel said, smiling up at her girlfriend. The redhead smiled back a little wearily and plopped down onto the steps next to the younger girl. Mabel looked at her carefully for a moment. “You look tired,” she observed quietly. Wendy glanced at her sharply, and Mabel cringed back without thinking, but then Wendy just chuckled.
“Yeah...you’d think sitting on my butt all day wouldn’t wear me out, but Stan did like four tours today,” Wendy said, reaching over to grab Mabel by her upper arms. Mabel didn’t resist and just let herself get pulled into Wendy’s lap. She nestled back against Wendy’s shoulder and spread her legs wider when she felt Wendy’s hand sliding up her skirt.
“Mmmm...good girl,” Wendy said softly, brushing her lips over the top of Mabel’s ear and making her shiver. Mabel bit the corner of her lip and held her breath as Wendy deftly slid her panties to the side with her fingers and began probing Mabel’s pussy. “You get wet so fast now,” Wendy said with another throaty chuckle. “You must love me touching you.”
Mabel felt a flash of shame at that, but she nodded wordlessly. Wendy actually was very, very good at playing with Mabel’s pussy. Even just using her fingers, she could stir up more intense feelings in Mabel’s privates than Mabel herself ever had before all this started. It was sort of scary how perfect the redhead was at coaxing those feelings of pleasure out. And no matter how dirty it made her feel, there was no denying that part of Mabel looked forward to Wendy playing with her like this.
She felt Wendy’s other hand slide up to her jawline and gently push her head to the side. Mabel shivered and parted her lips, and sure enough in a moment Wendy’s lips were pressed to her own, her tongue slipping inside Mabel’s mouth. Mabel felt weightless and tingly as Wendy deepened the kiss and slipped a finger inside Mabel’s cunt. It’s so good, the thought drifted through her mind, I wish it could always be this good…
Wendy’s finger quickened, and Mabel gasped. Her hips rolled up against Wendy’s hand without thinking, and Wendy chuckled again. She broke the kiss, and Mabel bit her lip and tilted her head to the side as Wendy’s mouth found her neck.
“There was this little girl in the Shack today,” Wendy whispered. “Like maybe eight years old, in the cutest little pink overalls. Her ass looked so good in them, I just wanted to...” Mabel moaned loudly as Wendy’s teeth sunk into her neck and Wendy laughed breathlessly as she clapped a hand over the little brunette’s mouth. “Shhh...not so loud!” Mabel blushed deep red and nodded.
Wendy slid a second finger into Mabel’s soaking wet hole, and Mabel’s eyes rolled back. Wendy kept kissing and licking and biting all over the sensitive flesh as she kept whispering, “I wanted to strap that little whore to the counter and yank her overalls down to her ankles. Then I’d let you have her...” Wendy trailed off expectantly, and Mabel swallowed and licked her lips.
“Wha...what should I do with her?” Mabel asked in a rough whisper.
Wendy actually giggled at that and stopped moving her fingers inside of Mabel, making the little girl ache with need and wiggle her hips to try and sate it. “What do you want to do with her?”
Mabel sucked in a breath and tried to form a few coherent thoughts over the burning need she felt for Wendy to finish her off. “I...I’d use your, um...your...” Mabel knew very well what the word was but it was so hard to force out, even whispering. “Your strap-on,” she finally said. “And then...” Wendy’s fingers twitched inside her, and Mabel whimpered. “I’d...” Mabel took another deep breath and pushed out the words in a quavering voice. “I’d fuck her little ass.”
Mabel started and froze as Wendy snarled at her. A low, feral, animalistic growl that ended with her biting down hard on Mabel’s neck just where it met her shoulder and making her squeal. “Yesssssss…” Wendy hissed wetly, her mouth still fixed on Mabel’s skin. “Ride the slut. Grab her pigtails and don’t stop!” Mabel shuddered deeply and just nodded, clenching her hands into fists as Wendy pumped her fingers in and out of Mabel’s twitching slit.
“We’ll get one soon,” Wendy promised in a ragged voice. Mabel could feel the older girl’s hips grinding against her. “Some cute little thing we can play with. I can’t fucking wait to see what you do to her!”
She was close. She was so close. Mabel’s head lolled to the side and she couldn’t stop her hips from humping back against Wendy’s fingers. “Whatever you want!” Mabel breathed out the words, closing her eyes and just giving herself over. “Whatever...you...want!” The last work came out in a high pitched little squeak, and a flood of juices spurted out over Wendy’s hand as Mabel came.
Wendy let out a long, low moan as she brought her hand to her mouth and lapped up some of the honey coating it. “I fucking love the way you squirt when you’re really feeling it, Mabel,” she sighed as she mover her hand to Mabel’s mouth for a more thorough cleaning. Mabel blushed brightly as she licked her own pussy juice from Wendy’s hand, still panting slightly from the intense orgasm. Basking in the afterglow, she didn’t even mind the salty-sweet taste of her own cunt as she obediently licked Wendy’s hand clean.
Wendy let Mabel nestle quietly in her lap for several long minutes, just cuddling the smaller girl close. But then she stood, gently sliding Mabel off of her as she did. “Okay Mabes, I’m gonna take off,” she said with a smile, leaning in to give her little girlfriend a soft, sweet kiss on the lips. “You’re such a good girl.”
Mabel blushed again, but returned the kiss before looking down at the ground with a smile. Wendy chuckled and cupped Mabel’s cheek with her hand, and Mabel closed her eyes and leaned into the touch. “See you soon, huh?” Wendy said.
“Yeah...soon,” Mabel nodded and smiled, keeping her eyes closed. Wendy winked at her and left the porch, following the road away from the Mystery Shack for a short while before turning off into the woods.
As soon as Wendy was out of sight, Mabel let out a long sigh and sank back down onto the porch steps. Tension drained out of her body and she shuddered all over for a moment. Even when things were good, Mabel found herself relaxing once Wendy was gone. In fact, things being so good for so long was kind of worrying. That hunger in Wendy’s voice when she talked about hurting some girl together...how long before she got tired of just fantasizing about it?
And when she did...what would be better? Wendy actually finding some little girl and forcing Mabel to help...Mabel bit her lip and tried to stop thinking about it. But would it be any better if Wendy just got bored with being nice and started hurting Mabel again? She honestly wasn’t sure, and that was kinda scary.
If someone had asked Mabel before all this if she’d rather get hurt than some poor, scared little girl, she definitely would have said ‘yes!’ But she’d never been hurt like Wendy could hurt her, and it was so, so scary. It made Mabel feel so awful, but she really didn’t know how she’d answer that question now.
Mabel rose to her feet and walked over to the edge of the parking lot, facing into the woods in the approximate direction of Wendy’s little shed. The place Wendy had made Mabel her girlfriend. Where Mabel had been fucked for the first time. Where she’d had to take part in doing the same to one of her best friends. Would she and Wendy be alone the next time they went there? And should Mabel hope for that, or should she hope that there would be another girl there?
The little brunette’s musing was cut short by a sudden, heavy blow that sent her sprawling onto the pine needles. She let out a shocked little cry, but then a weight fell hard on her back, driving the breath out of her. Her hair was yanked back painfully, and she kicked out her legs and tried to throw off whatever was on top of her. She clawed and pushed at the ground and managed to twist around, one arm swinging wide as she turned onto her back. The back of her hand hit something hard, and as she turned she saw a pair of sunglasses fly off the face of…
“Pacifica?!” Mabel barely recognized the snobby blonde, and not just because of the way she was dressed. The purple scarf that had been hiding her hair had been yanked askew when Mabel slapped off her sunglasses, and frizzy, tangled locks were poking out of it. The normally smug, confident girl’s face was set in a mask of blazing rage that shocked Mabel. There were heavy, dark bags underneath Pacifica’s bloodshot eyes. Her rival’s transformation was so extreme that for a moment Mabel forgot that she’d been attacked. Then Pacifica grabbed the front of Mabel’s sweater with both hands and started shaking her hard enough to make Mabel’s head bounce painfully on the dirt.
“You,” Pacifica hissed. She gave Mabel another shake, opening and closing her mouth like she couldn’t think of what to say next. “You...HER...” Tears welled up in Pacifica’s reddened eyes and Mabel felt a shock of fear as she realized that the blonde girl must have seen her and Wendy. Her hands were shaking as they came up to grab Pacifica’s wrists.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Pacifica shrieked, tearing her hands away. She reached back and gave Mabel a stinging slap across the face. Mabel tasted blood, and suddenly her vision went red. With a wordless scream she lashed back, not with a slap, but a punch. There wasn’t much weight to it, as she was laying on her back, but the shock of it was still enough to make Pacifica fall backwards, holding a hand over the cheek Mabel had struck.
Mabel scrambled up on her arms and kicked herself back until she was out from under Pacifica completely. Tears were streaming down Pacifica’s face and she seemed to be having a hard time catching her breath. “I gotta go...” the blonde whispered harshly, seemingly to herself. She started to stand, but Mabel could see how much her legs were shaking. She immediately fell to one knee, but began to crawl away anyway, her breath heaving with muffled sobs. Even though she had literally just been attacking her, Mabel’s heart twisted at how pathetic Paz looked.
At that moment, Wendy strode out from behind the trees, her mouth set in a hard line. Pacifica let out a soft cry of surprise as the redhead grabbed her by the collar of her coat and lifted her slightly. “I guess you didn’t learn your lesson, huh?”
When she heard Wendy’s voice, Pacifica’s face went white. She started struggling frantically in Wendy’s grasp, actually clawing at the ground as she mindlessly, desperately tried to escape. Wendy looked down at her contemptuously for a moment before pushing the smaller girl to the ground, digging her elbow into her back and pinning her down. As Pacifica squirmed underneath her, Wendy looked over at Mabel with a sarcastic little smile. “Hey babe, you got something right here,” she said, touching the corner of her mouth with her free hand.
Mabel touched her fingertip to the spot Wendy indicated and saw that it came away red. “Oh...yeah...” Her braces must have cut into her lip a little when Pacifica slapped her. She licked her lips clean and struggled up into a sitting position. Paz had given up trying to escape and was just laying beneath Wendy, weeping piteously into her folded arms. Mabel’s stomach clenched at the sight. This was the first time she’d seen Pacifica since that day, weeks ago, when the rich blonde’s cruel words had made her cry.
Mabel had sort of forgotten that Pacifica had been indirectly responsible for her and Wendy...being together. And she’d totally forgotten what Wendy had said when she’d left Mabel in her little shed after taking her for the first time.
“Nobody makes my girlfriend cry but me.”
At the time, Mabel had been too hurt and terrified and broken by her first rape to let those words sink in. But now...now, looking at Pacifica crying so pathetically, it was easy for Mabel to imagine what Wendy had done that day, after leaving her.
Wendy shifted to a more comfortable position, sitting on Pacifica’s ass while keeping one hand firmly planted on the little girl’s back. “I had a funny feeling someone was watching us,” she said to Mabel. “So I decided to hang around and watch. Didn’t think it was gonna be her, though. And I definitely didn’t think she’d go at you like that.” Wendy chuckled darkly. “It was kinda fun to watch. But remind me to teach you how to throw a punch sometime.”
Mabel flushed, both at the memory of the punch and at the idea that Wendy enjoyed watching her get attacked like that. She licked her lips again and swallowed. “Wha...what did you do to her?” Wendy flashed her a toothy, predatory grin.
“What do you think I did to her?” she asked sardonically. “I taught her a lesson.” She glanced down at her victim and let out a little scoff. “Guess it didn’t take. So really, we oughta be thinking about what we’re gonna do to her.”
“Nooooo!” Pacifica wailed. She tried to get up onto her elbows, but Wendy just leaned over slightly, pressing down harder on Pacifica’s back and keeping her pinned like a butterfly. She sucked in a huge breath, and Mabel tensed up in preparation for a scream.
She never got the chance. Wendy clapped her other hand over Pacifica’s mouth and laid directly on top of her. Pacifica clawed at Wendy’s arm, leaving red lines in the skin where her nails dragged across, but Wendy completely ignored them. Instead, once Pacifica had screamed into her hand, she shifted her arm down around the blonde girl’s slender neck. Pacifica’s face immediately started turning red, then dark red, then almost purple.
Mabel cupped her hands over her mouth, watching in horror as Wendy kept Pacifica in a stranglehold, her face almost expressionless as Pacifica kept scratching and slapping ineffectively at the older girl’s arm. Just when it looked like Paz was about to pass out, Wendy let her go. She grabbed the smaller girl under the arms and hauled her back into the woods, jerking her head at Mabel to follow. Pacifica didn’t struggle, all she could do was suck in huge breaths which she let out in harsh, coughing sobs.
Wendy kept dragging Pacifica back into the trees, Mabel following after, wringing her hands worriedly. This felt like the Mystery Fair all over again...like Wendy wasn’t really in control of the situation, like she was just acting without thinking. But unlike the little girl at the Fair, Mabel knew they couldn’t just let Pacifica go. Wendy had already...done something to her, at least once. And she’d seen her and Mabel together. This was so bad.
About fifty yards in, Pacifica began to struggle against Wendy’s grip again. Mabel gasped as Wendy unceremoniously dropped the blonde and gave her a vicious kick in the stomach, driving the wind out of her. Wendy dropped to her knees and grabbed the breathless girl. “This feels kinda familiar, huh Paz?” Wendy spat.
Mabel hugged herself tight as Wendy began stripping the rich girl. Her coat came off, followed by her little purple dress. Wendy just yanked the black leggings down, tearing them a bit as they came off right along with her boots. Her training bra and panties Wendy just yanked on until they tore off. Then Wendy grabbed Pacifica’s long, blonde hair, wrapping it twice around her fist, and stood, pulling the smaller girl up until she was forced to stand on her bare tiptoes. Pacifica’s eyes were shut tight and she was squeaking in agony.
“Knocked the wind out of you and stripped you naked, just like old times,” Wendy snarled right into Pacifica’s face. Pacifica just held her breath and shook her head. She reached up towards Wendy’s arm, but Wendy pulled up harder and shook her hard. “Knock it off!” she snapped.
“We’re gonna take a little walk,” Wendy said slowly. “If you make a sound or try to get away again, I’m gonna beat you bloody.” Pacifica’s face went white again, and her legs shook so much it looked like she would have fallen if Wendy wasn’t holding her up.
“Please...please let me go...I’m sorry...” Pacifica babbled. “I’ll give you anything you want, I’ll give you so much money, just please don’t!”
Wendy just smirked. “Money can’t buy what I’m gonna do to you, Paz. Besides, we had a deal...you leave us alone, I leave you alone. My hands are kinda tied, y’know?” She set Pacifica fully on her trembling legs and pointed her in the direction of her shed. “Now let’s go.” She turned to Mabel and pointed at Pacifica’s discarded and torn clothing. “Grab that, huh babe?”
Mabel nodded wordlessly and gathered the clothes up, walking a little behind Wendy as she forced Pacifica through the woods. “What are we gonna do with her?” She asked in a soft voice, trying to keep her tone neutral.
Wendy glanced back at her for a moment, a little smirk on her lips. “Well, I was hoping for someone younger, but we can still have some fun with her, right?” She turned to face forward again and chuckled. “Besides, I know how good payback feels. I think you’re gonna like this a lot.”
Pacifica hiccuped from in front of them, but barely made a sound otherwise. Mabel bit her lip, making it bleed again. She felt sick and scared and trapped...but that hungry, tingly ache was waking up between her legs again…
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Nightmare...this is a nightmare… Pacifica fought to keep herself from crying out as her foot hit a rock. Her soles were soft and pampered and completely uncalloused, totally unsuitable for walking barefoot through the forest. But she couldn’t make a peep...she was absolutely certain that Wendy was telling the truth about the beating she’d get if she did. And that wouldn’t stop her from doing whatever else she was planning on doing afterwards.
Pacifica clenched her teeth to keep a sob from escaping her throat. Nightmare...nightmare… Forced to march naked through the woods with her own hair as a leash, knowing what would probably happen when they got to wherever they were going...could there be anything more humiliating than this?
Pacifica wished this was a nightmare, she desperately wanted this to be a nightmare...but she knew it wasn’t. Her only nightmare just replayed the first time she’d fallen into Wendy’s control, over and over and over again. It was never any different. This was new...so it had to be real.
She tripped over a root and fell to her knees, hissing as Wendy’s grip on her hair kept her from falling forward. “Watch where you’re going,” Wendy snapped. As she climbed back to her feet she let out a little squeak as Wendy’s free hand gave her exposed ass a quick spank. She dared a glance back as she stood, and she felt her face go red when she saw Mabel standing behind Wendy, holding her clothes and her boots in a loose bundle close to her chest. Pacifica had almost forgotten the little weirdo was there, watching everything.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! Her inner voice screamed at her. Pacifica still wasn’t completely sure what had happened. She watched, frozen in place, while Wendy held Mabel so lovingly and gently fingered her to orgasm. The sight had been so shocking that Pacifica hadn’t thought or felt anything while it was happening. It was just a blank. But the second Wendy had left, Pacifica had suddenly been more angry than she’d ever been in her entire life. Without a moment’s thought, she was running and before she knew it she was on top of Mabel, ready to tear her apart!
Even now Paz felt an echo of that anger, but she wasn’t exactly sure where it was coming from. Why should she care that Wendy molested Mabel so much more gently than she molested her? It was still abuse. Maybe Mabel was too dumb to see it that way. Maybe she thought they were girlfriends. That was exactly the kind of stupid that Mabel seemed to be. So what?
A twinge of pain made Pacifica look down and she realized she was clenching her fists so tight her nails were in danger of breaking the skin. She forced herself to relax a little, concentrating instead on trying to watch where she was going. She tried not to think about Wendy and Mabel looking at her, but she could feel their eyes, especially Wendy’s eyes, exploring every inch of her body, and knowing that Wendy probably had that same sick, hungry fire in her eyes that she’d had when she’d raped Pacifica the first time left Pacifica with a dirty, slimy feeling all over.
She tried even harder not to think about what was going to happen when they got to wherever Wendy was leading them. That was very important, because if she started to imagine it, she immediately felt panic bubbling up in the pit of her stomach and the urge to try and run away was almost impossible to resist. Only Wendy’s threat kept her from giving into it.
You’re going to get hurt...don’t make her hurt you any worse. That thought kept her walking forward, even though she hated it. It wasn’t her fault Wendy was gonna hurt her! And it wouldn’t be her fault if Wendy beat her for trying to run, either. But however she worded it mentally, Pacifica did have a choice, and if she chose wrong she’d get beaten up before they even…
“Here we are,” Wendy said, bringing Pacifica’s thoughts up short. She looked up and quailed a little at the rough-looking stone shed. It looked like a serial killer’s lair. Wendy stepped up beside her and cupped one of the tiny, puffy mounds on Pacifica’s chest with her free hand. Pacifica cringed a little, but didn’t make a move to resist. Wendy laughed. “Let’s get inside.”
Wendy led the two younger girls to the door, which she unlocked with a key from a ring in her pocket. She pulled the heavy metal door, and Mabel immediately scurried into the dark void inside. Wendy gave Pacifica a little push on her bare back, but Pacifica froze. The inside of the shed seemed pitch black, and the air seeping out from it seemed so cold on her naked body. The terror of what could happen to her in there suddenly flared up even greater than the fear of the girl holding her. She could not force herself to step inside.
“Tch.” With a dismissive little sound of frustration, Wendy let go of Pacifica’s hair and grabbed her wrist instead, bending it painfully behind her back. Pacifica’s mouth opened in shocked pain and she rose up almost onto her toes, arching her back and stumbling forward as Wendy shoved her inside, sending her falling onto the smooth concrete floor.
After just a second her eyes adjusted, and Paz saw that the inside wasn’t as dark as she’d feared, with light coming in from narrow windows up where the walls met the ceiling. Mabel was nearby, almost standing at attention, still holding Pacifica’s clothes. Pacifica’s heart sank as she saw Wendy pull the door to and then latch it shut with a heavy combination padlock. There was no way out. Paz looked around. A simple wooden dresser, a pair of cots pulled together to make a rather large bed, a long counter on one side of the shed and a metal shelf made up pretty much the entire interior. It seemed so plain and mundane, but Pacifica could feel a dangerous, heavy threat pulsing in the air of the little space.
Wendy went to the dresser and began hunting through the drawers. “Strip,” she said, looking over her shoulder at Mabel. Mabel gave Pacifica a quick glance, her cheeks reddening, but obeyed without hesitation, pulling off her sweater, then her undershirt and skirt, and finally her panties, shoes and socks. Paz stared at Mabel’s naked body. She wasn’t as skinny as Pacifica. So she’s fat, the bitchiest part of her mind chimed in. And she definitely didn’t need any kind of training bra...she was completely flat. Mabel kept glancing down at Pacifica, her face growing pinker and pinker, but she didn’t say anything, and she didn’t move to cover herself. She just stood there, nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
“I’m sorry.” The whisper was so faint, and Mabel’s lips barely moved, so even though Paz was staring right at her, she wasn’t sure it came from the little brunette. But her eyes were fixed on Pacifica’s face, and there were tears trickling down her cheeks. “For what she did to you, and...and whatever she’s gonna do...I’m so sorry...” Taken by surprise, Pacifica couldn’t do anything but nod dumbly in response.
Then Wendy turned back towards them, holding something. “Here,” she said, pushing something into Mabel’s hands. Mabel looked down at it, then glanced again at Pacifica. “Wendy, do I have to…?” Wendy shot her a hard glance and Pacifica blinked as Mabel winced. Her hands went to her neck, and with a grace born from long practice she quickly fastened a heavy, black leather collar in place. She looked down at the ground with a forlorn, ashamed expression and Pacifica started reevaluating her.
I guess she does understand what’s happening... Pacifica didn’t have too much time to think, though, because Wendy was coming at her. Paz cringed back into a little ball, pulling away from the redhead, but Wendy just grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked. “Hold. Still.” Pacifica immediately froze, her stomach churning as she saw Wendy was holding another collar, a tacky, faux-leather, hot pink one. At least it’s my favorite color, she thought weakly as Wendy fastened it around her neck.
“Up on the bed, you two.” Wendy commanded, pointing at the cots. Mabel immediately sat on the edge of the mattress. Pacifica froze for just a moment, but that was too long. Wendy grabbed her hair again and half-dragged her to the side of the bed. “Sit!” Wendy snapped. Pacifica was shaking all over as she perched on the edge, running her fingers through her hair in a vain attempt to tease out all the snarls that Wendy had put in it by using it as a leash.
“Need a brush?” Wendy asked sarcastically. Pacifica blushed and let her hands fall into her naked lap. Wendy paced a little as she studied Pacifica’s face, and the little blonde had the unnerving impression of a wolf eyeing a lamb. “You look like hell, Pacifica,” Wendy finally said, a note of wicked teasing in her voice. “Not sleeping good?”
Pacifica’s mouth dropped open, and she quickly closed it, shaking her head. Wendy chuckled. “You know, I usually never play with my girls more than once or twice, so I never could really test this out, but I always kinda thought I could tell which girls could shrug off what I did to them, and which ones I was fucking up forever.” Wendy stepped close, leaning over to put a hand in the center of Pacifica’s chest and push her back against the sheets, moving closer and closer until their faces were just inches apart. “Did I fuck you up forever, Paz?” She whispered almost lovingly, a cruel light in her eyes. “Do you dream about me? Did I break you?”
Pacifica couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. This was Her, the girl from her nightmares. The monster. She could feel the strength in the hand pushing her down, and see the evil pleasure on Her face, and it made Pacifica feel so tiny and so weak...tears welled up in her eyes and started pouring down the sides of her face. Normally, that would have made her makeup run, but Pacifica hadn’t put any on...hadn’t bothered for awhile, actually. It was too much effort, and trying to look prettier just felt kind of...wrong after what She’d done to her. She was right...Pacifica wasn’t taking very good care of herself...maybe she was...broken.
Her hand drifted down between Pacifica’s legs, her fingertips teasing and coaxing Pacifica’s smooth, flat little pussy until the blonde could feel them slip inside, eased by Pacifica’s own wetness. “Mmmm, feels good, huh?” She asked, and Pacifica shuddered all over, clenching her eyes closed.
“Mabel, get over here and start kissing her.” Wendy’s hand pulled away, and Pacifica’s eyes opened in surprise as she felt a warm softness pressing against her entire body. Looking up, she saw Mabel’s sad face above her own, and the other girl’s arms slipped under her arms to hold her close. Their lips met, and before Pacifica’s eyes fluttered shut again she saw the tear streaks on Mabel’s cheeks.
Was she...crying for me? Pacifica just lay there limply at first, not responding as Mabel’s tongue slipped into her mouth. But being held felt so good...Pacifica started to clumsily return the kiss. The last time she’d been held like this was...Her. And even then, it felt good...nobody hugged Pacifica Northwest. Nobody kissed her. Not her parents, nobody…
Pacifica slid her arms around Mabel’s naked back and squeezed her close, just for a moment forgetting where she was and what was happening and just letting herself feel another person holding her. A soft sigh escaped her mouth and Mabel breathed it in. Pacifica twined her tongue around Mabel’s, feeling herself sink into a deep, dark void that was somehow warm and comforting.
“Don’t you two look sweet?” Pacifica’s eyes popped open, and she felt Mabel tense against her. They were so happy to be lost for just a second, but Wendy’s voice snapped them both back to reality. Mabel broke the kiss, looking into Pacifica’s eyes and mouthing ‘I’m sorry’ one more time. She slid to the side and sat up, and Pacifica sat up too, feeling cold and exposed without the other girl on top of her.
Wendy had shed her own clothes while Mabel and Pacifica were occupied with each other. She flaunted herself in front of the two little girls, obviously loving the way they stared at her toned, freckled body. “Stand up, Pacifica,” she ordered. Paz swallowed, but obeyed. Reflexively she moved to cover her pussy with her hands, but Wendy growled and stepped forward, grabbing her wrist and pulling up painfully. “I’m not doing the ‘modesty’ thing with another girl,” she snapped. “That pussy is mine and I want to see it, got it?”
Pacifica nodded frantically and Wendy let her go. The little blonde stood, shaking, her feet slightly apart and her hands straight at her sides. “What are we gonna do with you, Paz, huh?” Wendy asked rhetorically, cupping Pacifica’s cheek. “Why don’t you pick, Mabel?”
“Huh?” Pacifica glanced sidelong at Mabel and saw her blinking in surprise, completely nonplussed. “Me?”
“Yeah babe.” Wendy slid her arm around Pacifica’s naked shoulders, pulling her close and turning her to face Mabel. “She’s the little bitch that made your life miserable, isn’t she? You can’t even tell me you never thought of getting back at her. And she just jumped your ass, remember? So yeah, you pick.” Wendy’s voice was dripping with cruel amusement. “How are we gonna hurt her?”
Pacifica shivered and tried to step back, but Wendy held her fast. Mabel looked down at her lap, twisting her hands together in obvious distress. “Wendy, I don’t really wanna...”
“Don’t, Mabel,” Wendy said in a tone as hard and cold as ice. “Pick something, and make it good. If I gotta pick, I'll give you double what I give her.” Mabel cringed in her seat a little, and Pacifica’s breath caught in her throat a little.
I don’t...think she treats Mabel better at all. Pacifica’s stomach sank at the thought. Has Mabel been having to deal with this and pretend everything was normal this whole time? How? How could she do that?
“Whip her,” Mabel finally said in a shaking little whisper. “We should whip her.” Pacifica’s eyes widened.
“Kinda basic, but that’s okay,” Wendy said, her voice warming slightly. “But I think you mean you should whip her.”
Mabel looked at Wendy with a stricken expression, then looked at Pacifica. She seemed to wilt a little bit, but then she nodded. “Yeah, I’ll do it.”
Pacifica started to shake all over. She looked around for a way out, knowing there wasn’t one. Wendy pulled her to the middle of the room. From the dresser, the redhead produced a length of rope and a pair of heavy leather cuffs, chained together. The cuffs went around Pacifica’s wrists, buckled firmly in place. Wendy deftly tossed the rope over one of the beams in the ceiling.
This felt so strange...bizarre even. Pacifica was about to be tortured. She knew that, and yet, here she was, not panicking, just standing there, meekly allowing Wendy to prepare her for what was coming. She should be freaking out, she knew, but maybe what had already happened to her had made her sort of...numb. Wendy’s threat to beat her bloody still hung in the air, she knew. She didn’t have any hope of getting away, and if she tried, it would just be worse. So why fight it?
She glanced at Mabel. The little brunette looked miserable, hugging herself around her middle and staring at the ground. Paz couldn’t blame her, not really. Why would Mabel fight for her, anyway? She had been a horrendous bitch. Mabel didn’t owe her a thing. And like with Pacifica herself, what was the point of fighting? Mabel would just end up getting hurt along with Pacifica.
There was a metal hook on the end of the rope, and the chain binding Pacifica’s wrists went through it. Wendy pulled on the other end of the rope, drawing Pacifica’s arms into the air, and kept pulling until Pacifica was on her tiptoes. She tied the rope to a metal eyelet that had been bolted into the wall...probably for this exact reason. Paz felt a chill, wondering how many other girls had been in the exact position she was in right now.
Wendy had that shark-like grin on her face as she approached Pacifica, her hands running all along Paz’s chest and waist and belly, down to her thighs. “You’re gonna look so pretty soon,” Wendy whispered huskily, drawing the little blonde into a soft embrace. Despite herself, Paz melted a little against her, as best as she could. Wendy let her go, leaning forward and cupping Pacifica’s chin and actually nuzzling their noses together for a second.
Then she was gone, and part of Pacifica ached to be touched just a little more like that. But now Wendy only had eyes for Mabel. She stalked towards the bed, and Mabel looked up fearfully as she approached. Wendy, though, dropped to her knees and spread open Mabel’s thighs. Without warning, her face dove between Mabel’s legs, and Pacifica could hear the soft, wet sounds as the redhead devoured the young girl’s pussy.
Mabel’s eyes closed and she sank back against the bed. After a few moments she gasped, and her bare legs came up to hook loosely around Wendy’s neck, making the teen chuckle. Mabel’s hands clutched at the sheets, and her bare chest started heaving as she panted, a tiny moan escaping her lips every so often.
Pacifica licked her lips and pressed her thighs together. Part of her wanted to be where Mabel was...well...pretty much all of her wanted to be anywhere other than where she was, but there were definitely a few votes in favor of switching places with Mabel. She’d always wondered what getting licked like that felt like, and from Mabel’s reaction it must have felt really, really good.
Mabel started moaning louder, her hands coming up to cradle Wendy’s head. Her hips began twitching and rolling against Wendy’s face. Her breath grew more and more ragged...and that’s when Wendy pulled away, making Mabel cry out in disappointment. The freckled teen quickly joined Mabel on the bed, cuddling up next to her and running her hand up and down Mabel’s belly, sometimes going so far down that Mabel started squirming in frustration.
“You’ll be a good girl, right?” Wendy murmured in a low tone. “No messing around...I want you to make her scream.”
Mabel’s face was flushed, and she nodded wordlessly. Wendy smiled and leaned in to kiss her neck just above her collar. “She has it coming...you deserve to make her hurt,” Wendy whispered. “Make me proud of you, okay?”
Pacifica was watching with a kind of horrified fascination as she realized that everything that had happened was just some kind of sick foreplay, all to make sure Mabel did what Wendy wanted. She wants someone to be like her, Pacifica suddenly realized.
Wendy rose from the bed, holding Mabel’s hands gently. “No touching, right? Not till you earn it.” Mabel bit her lip and nodded, sitting up and squirming in place, obviously so close to cumming. The redhead went back to the dresser, and what she pulled out drew a shocked gasp from Mabel. Pacifica’s heart started pounding in her chest as she saw it. A sturdy wooden handle, wrapped in leather, and extending out from it a long, thin rod of gleaming steel. Wendy gave it a swing, making it hiss wickedly through the air.
“That one hurts so bad!” Mabel exclaimed, cupping her hands over her mouth.
“You know that and I know that,” Wendy said with a smirk, pressing the handle into Mabel’s shaking hand. “Now teach her.”
Mabel stood, gripping the handle tight. Pacifica tried to back up, but all she could do was totter backwards a few scant inches. “Please don’t...” Pacifica whined plaintively. Now that she couldn’t move, and could see what was in store for her, panic was rising up inside of her. Behind Mabel, Wendy had settled on the bed, one leg on the ground and the other propped up on the mattress, spreading her glistening, smooth pussy open obscenely. The redhead was watching with a hungry look, her fingers already brushing along the top of her mound in expectation.
Sick...this was sick! Mabel didn’t want to hurt her, Pacifica definitely didn’t want to be hurt...this was all just to put on a show for Her. Suddenly, the rod hissed through the air and struck Pacifica across the chest. She hissed in pain and twisted in place as the metal licked her bare skin.
“Harder, Mabel!” Wendy snapped. “That was fucking weak. Do better.”
Mabel stared down at the hand gripping the rod. Her shoulders seemed to bunch up and she took several hard, shallow breaths before clenching her eyes shut, raising her arm up high and bringing it down fast and hard. The first blow had hurt, this one felt like it had actually sliced into Pacifica’s flesh. The thin metal rod cut cruelly right down across her budding breast, barely missing her nipple and leaving a bright red stripe across the skin. Pacifica cried out in pain and again tried to back away, succeeding only in turning in place.
The next hit went low, striking her across the ass. Pacifica let out another cry, her legs leaving the ground and she kicked out in the wrong direction. More hits came, again and again and again, each one leaving a strip of burning pain in her tender, pampered flesh. Her back, her ass, her hips, her belly, her chest. Pacifica twisted and kicked. “Stop!” she shrieked. “Stop it!”
The rod licked across her sensitive, budding breasts again, and the tip cracked right against her nipple. Pacifica screamed wordlessly in agony, her legs giving way. She would have fallen, but the rope kept her up, swinging helplessly as Mabel continued to hit her. “Fuck Mabel you’re making her hurt so good!” Wendy moaned in pleasure. Then suddenly the redhead was there, her strong arms easily lifting the small blonde girl into the air. Her arms were curled under Pacifica’s thighs, pulling her legs far apart. Pacifica’s blood turned to ice water and her head swam as she realized what was happening.
“One more Mabel...right on her cunt,” Wendy ordered. “Hard as you can, or I’ll make you do it again!” Her lips went to Pacifica’s ear and whispered, “Sing for me, Paz. Sing so pretty for me.”
The expression on Mabel’s face was twisted. She looked miserable and desperate, but there was a kind of hunger there too. She lifted her arm again, turning her head to the side.
“NO!” Pacifica screamed, her struggles absolutely futile. “No, nononononono! Please please please please PLEASE!” She shrieked the last word as the rod whistled through the air and kissed her flat, smooth pussy.
Pain like fire shot through Pacifica, making her scream until she was hoarse. It hurt, it hurt so much and the burning just wouldn’t stop! Mabel dropped the rod and crouched down, holding her hands over her ears. Wendy licked Pacifica’s screaming face all over, dropping one leg so that she could rub her own pussy to a furious orgasm, pausing just once to grab Paz by the chin and spit right into her wailing mouth.
The pain subsided, and Pacifica’s scream dwindled to harsh, bitter sobs. Wendy untied the rope, and Pacifica fell to the floor in a heap, cupping her shackled hands over her abused pussy. Wendy let her lay there, forgotten, as she went over to Mabel. The little brunette was still crouched down low, hands over her ears with her eyes shut tight, shaking her head slightly. Wendy knelt down beside her, slipping an arm around her bare shoulders and cuddling her close. She kissed Mabel’s cheek over and over again, whispering to her, though Pacifica couldn’t pick up any of the words.
“And I’m so proud of you. You did so good,” Wendy said a little louder, pulling Mabel into a tight embrace. Mabel hesitated for a second, then returned the hug, wrapping her arms around Wendy’s naked chest and pressing her face into Wendy’s freckled neck. Her shoulders shook for just a moment like she was getting ready to cry, but Wendy stroked her hair and murmured to her softly.
All the while Pacifica lay on the cold concrete, alone and abandoned. Her perfect skin was covered in painful stripes from that awful metal cane. Her pussy still throbbed with every beat of her heart. And on top of the pain she felt so worthless and used up. She did what they wanted, even if they only wanted her to hurt, and now she didn’t matter anymore. Just like with everyone else. Her parents, her friends…
Nobody cares about Pacifica Northwest. Not really.
For some reason, that thought actually hardened Pacifica a little bit. Nobody cared...she didn’t even care. She clenched her fists and forced herself up on her knees, looking at the ‘happy couple.’ “Can I go now?” she asked. Even though her voice was still scratchy from her final screams, she pushed down every scrap of feeling she had and kept the question even and toneless. Wendy lifted her head and looked at her. Even though she was trying to make herself numb, Pacifica couldn’t bring herself to meet Her eyes, so she let her gaze drift towards the ground. “You know I won’t tell. I just...want to leave.”
Wendy gave Mabel a last squeeze and whispered something in her ear. The little girl stood on somewhat shaky legs and returned to sitting on the edge of the bed. Wendy actually crawled towards Pacifica on her hands and knees, and Pacifica shivered as the teenager’s supple movements reminded her of a stalking cat. She drew close enough to reach out and caress Pacifica’s cheek with the back of her hand. Pacifica couldn’t help but lean into the soft touch…
“AH!” Paz cried out in surprise and fresh pain as Wendy drew her hand back and slapped Pacifica across the face. The force of the blow sent her tilting to the side, and when she tried to catch herself with her shackled hands she just managed to twist herself around and fall down in an untidy sprawl.
“Ah, jeez, sorry Paz,” Wendy drawled sarcastically. “But I don’t think you learned your lesson yet. Not really.” She grabbed a fistful of Pacifica’s tangled blonde locks and dragged her roughly to the bed, making Pacifica squeal. “Get up there and lie down,” the redhead ordered, pointing.
“No more,” Pacifica begged, curling up and hiding her head in her knees. “Please, I just want to go. I don’t want to do this anymore!” She’d really thought it was over, that they were done with her. They’d used her up, and now they would just toss her away and that would be the end of it...But then Wendy grabbed her under her arms and tossed her onto the thin mattress next to Mabel. Pacifica looked up in fear and saw Wendy’s eyes still burning as she looked at her. She wasn’t finished with Pacifica, not yet.
Mabel reached out and touched Wendy’s forearm. “Wendy...”
The teenager grabbed Mabel’s hair and pulled her head back, leaning down to catch Mabel’s lips in a kiss. Pacifica watched, hands clenched, as Wendy pushed her tongue far enough into Mabel’s mouth to make the younger girl gag. Their lips separated, a long, thick thread of saliva dripping from Wendy’s extended tongue into Mabel’s waiting mouth. Mabel closed her eyes and swallowed, shuddering. “I’m not finished playing yet,” Wendy growled. “Besides...” Her hand slipped between Mabel’s legs and teased her pussy gently. “I got you all worked up and never finished you off. That’s just rude.”
Mabel flushed and nodded. “Yes Wendy,” she replied meekly.
Pacifica quickly found her hands finally separated, but they were instead bound to the heavy metal frame of the cots. With more leather cuffs on her ankles, Wendy quickly did the same to her legs, leaving her stretched out on the wide, makeshift bed. Then Wendy brought out something that filled Pacifica with terror. A strap-on dildo, firmly strapped onto Wendy’s slender hips. The toy was bigger by far than anything Pacifica had ever had inside her. Wendy laughed cruelly when she saw Pacifica staring at the toy, and she playfully ran her fingers over the shaft.
“Don’t worry that pretty little head Paz,” Wendy cooed. “This isn’t for you...not yet.”
Pacifica’s eyes darted over to Mabel, who was also staring at the dildo. Her eyes were likewise filled with dread, but it was a familiar kind of dread. Wendy beckoned Mabel to stand up, and the girl obeyed, looking very, very tiny as she trembled in front of the teenager. Wendy leaned down and whispered in Mabel’s ear. Mabel nodded after a moment and turned back to the bed, climbing onto it and then over Pacifica’s body, facing the opposite direction.
“What are you...oh!” Pacifica gasped as she felt Mabel’s lips kissing her pussy. It was still red and swollen from being struck with the cane, but still the gentle kisses were a pleasant sensation. Looking up, Pacifica could see Mabel’s pussy, dark pink and still glistening with juices. Pacifica’s toes curled as Mabel’s tongue, hot and soft and wet, slid between her abused pussy lips. It felt better than she’d ever imagined.
“C’mon, Paz...the least you can do is return the favor,” Wendy said from above them, a wicked tone in her voice. Memories of being smothered by Wendy’s cunt flooded Pacifica’s brain, and she cringed, turning her head away. “Mabel, rub your pussy on this ungrateful bitch’s face,” Wendy ordered, and Mabel let out a soft moan in the affirmative. Still keeping up her gentle exploration of Pacifica’s own privates, Mabel lowered her hips and slid her moist cunt up and down the side of Pacifica’s face, filling the blonde girl’s nose with the scent of her juices.
“Start licking,” Wendy whispered. “Lick her, or I’ll climb on your face and ride it till you fucking pass out.” Pacifica’s breath froze in her throat. She knew. Somehow, she knew which part of her abuse had scarred Pacifica the most, the part that she was most terrified of enduring again. With a massive effort of will, Pacifica forced herself to turn her head and start to lick Mabel’s pussy as it kept rubbing against her. Once again, her mouth and nose were filled with the taste and smell of another girl’s cunt. At least she could breathe, though, and at least she didn’t feel that terrible weight on her, smothering her…
Both girls paused as they felt Wendy climb onto the bed with them. Pacifica saw her scoot on her knees until she was kneeling behind Mabel’s ass, and then she saw her lift her hand and bring it down on Mabel’s bare flesh in a stinging slap, making the little brunette squeal.
Wendy put a hand on Mabel’s back, using the other one to line up the thick dildo between her legs. Pacifica stopped licking, horrified as she watched the toy push its way into Mabel’s slick hole. Mabel let out a long, low moan, and it went in so much easier than Pacifica would have guessed...such a big fake cock, and such a tiny pussy. A sick little pulse shivered through her body as she realized Wendy must have used it on her little plaything so many times before now.
“I didn’t fucking tell you two to stop!” Wendy snapped as she grabbed hold of Mabel’s hips with both hands and plunged the strap-on almost its entire length into the little girl’s cunt.
“Wendy please!” Mabel let out a soft, breathy cry. It was hurting her, Pacifica could tell. But Mabel actually rolled her hips back against it, and a drop of pussy juice slithered down to plop onto Pacifica’s lips, where she licked it off without thinking. It was hurting her...but it felt good, too? Wendy found a good rhythm, drilling the toy into Mabel’s cunt over and over and over again. Pacifica felt Mabel’s mouth on her own pussy from time to time, but just incidental little kisses and licks. Pacifica herself wasn’t licking Mabel’s pussy at all, only watching as Wendy raped the huge toy into her little girlfriend.
“I can’t take it!” Mabel cried out, her voice tight and strangled. “Wendy, please, I can’t!”
“Yes you fucking can you slut!” Wendy’s voice cracked out like a whip and she grabbed hold of Mabel’s hair with one hand, pulling hard and forcing Mabel to arch her back into Wendy’s thrusts. A long, shuddering wail forced its way out of Mabel’s throat. Wendy reached her other hand down and began rubbing Mabel’s engorged clit right in front of Pacifica’s face.
“Oh fuck, here it comes,” Wendy gasped. “You worthless little rich bitch...you’re getting wet. Open your FUCKING mouth!”
Wendy’s voice cracked out like a whip. Pacifica couldn’t disobey Her. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth dropped open.
“Nnnngggghhh!” It sounded like Mabel was clenching her teeth and crying out through them. Her whole body seemed to be tense and clenched. Wendy pulled up harder on her hair, pounding the dildo into her cunt with punishing force. All of a sudden Mabel let out a long, high pitched squeal…
And a gush of fluid sprayed directly into Pacifica’s face. The little blonde screamed in shock and disgust, turning her head from side to side but only succeeding in soaking herself even more. So much had gone into her mouth, and she had to swallow it, even if she felt like she was going to be sick. She frantically pulled against her restraints, her mind going blank as she descended into panic and horror. Something broke in her as Mabel’s orgasmic juices showered her, and she just screamed wordlessly, like a frightened animal.
This was worse than feeling Wendy sitting on her face, cutting off her air. This was worse than being surrounded and smothered by the smell and the taste of another girl’s sex. She was covered in it, saturated in it. It felt like she wasn’t even a person anymore…like she was turning into as much of a sex toy as the dildo pumping in and out of Mabel’s body. It felt like she was being erased, and it terrified her.
The gush of Mabel’s forced orgasm lasted only a couple of seconds, but Pacifica still screamed and her entire body spasmed as she tried vainly to escape. As soon as Wendy released her, Mabel crawled forward, the dildo leaving her abused pussy with a wet sound, sending a few more drops of pussy juice to land on Pacifica’s sobbing face. Mabel shuddered over and over again, laying on her side and curled up like a baby, crying bitter tears of pain and shame.
If either of the young girls had looked up at that moment, they would have seen Wendy groping and pinching her own tits, looking down at them, her lips pulled back from her upper teeth in a vicious, snarling smile of pure satisfaction. But Pacifica couldn’t see anything. She’d been pushed past her breaking point. She was used to being hurt, used to being used. But this...she felt a hand gently brush her cheek, and she shrieked, twisting away from the touch like it burned her.
“Shhhh...” Wendy laid down next to Pacifica, slipping an arm around the cringing girl’s back and cuddling up to her side. At first Pacifica frantically, desperately tried to get away, sobbing and screaming, but as Wendy stroked her hands softly all over the little blonde’s body, she began to quiet. When she was still, Wendy reached up and deftly unlatched the chains holding her arms to the bed.
Without even thinking, Pacifica’s arms went to Wendy’s shoulders, clutching the teen girl tightly. And Wendy hugged her back, murmuring comforting little nothings as she stroked Pacifica’s tangled, sticky hair. Pacifica was shaking so hard her teeth were chattering as she sucked in deep breath after breath. It felt...good. Being held like this, after something so awful...it felt so good. She clung even tighter to the teenager. Even if Wendy had hurt her worse than anyone...at least she did this. Everyone else who used her just...left her.
“Thank you...” Pacifica whimpered. Wendy looked down at her in surprise, and even Mabel lifted her tear-streaked face with an incredulous expression. Pacifica just pressed her face to Wendy’s shoulder, crying softly, brokenly. “Thank you...” All her thoughts felt twisted up and mixed around and scattered, but in her shattered state, in one instant, she decided it was worth it. Being cared for like this, even by a monster like Her, was worth it. She’d do anything, be anything, let anything happen to her…she’d let herself be erased. She’d even erase herself…
If it just meant someone cared.
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