slut-problems: Vanessa spent most of her life talking down to me…

slut-problems:

Vanessa spent most of her life talking down to me and making fun of me. She lived just up the street and was best friends with my older sister, Clarissa. Vanessa endlessly teased me about my “mosquito bite” breasts and my “peach fuzz” as I was going through puberty. She made fun of my interest in writing and my girl scout membership. I would run off crying and embarrassed by her words. My mother never made her stop and she continued to treat me like shit as I got older. I went off to college and graduated. When I returned Vanessa was still around. She had never left to go to school. She was working a dead end job at the shitty liquor store on the corner. She didn’t even have a boyfriend. Her life was a mess and finally it was my turn to trash her. 

But when I tried to make fun of her and put her down she simply looked up at me and said, “You know why I always made fun of you, Vicky?” 

“Why,” I asked her, genuinely curious. 

“Because I was jealous of you. You have everything. A family who loves you, a hot body, perfect skin.” She moved closer to me and that’s when she grabbed my head and pulled it to hers. Her lips covered mine and I stood there stunned. I had known for a while that I was bisexual but I had never picked up on Vanessa’s flirtation. Had I misread her this whole time? I kissed her back and I invited her over to my place later in the week so we could hang out and see where this was going. 

I had found a good job and a small apartment about ten minutes from my childhood home. All those years of girl scouts definitely paid off as I prepared the plan I had concocted for Vanessa. She came over looking sexy in a playful red dress and heels. I, on the other hand was wearing combat boots, fatigues and a t-shirt. I had spent all afternoon rigging up some rope to tie Vanessa up with. I had purchased a strap on from the only toy shop in our county and I had it all ready for her. I led her in and she looked around. 

“You apartment looks like shit. Why is there rope hanging from the rafters like that? It looks like someone tried to kill themselves in here,” she said. She just couldn’t help it could she? She was just so used to being that bitch that made fun of people and things. I would get even. 

It didn’t take me long to get Vanessa naked and tied up. That’s when I got naked, put on my strap on and I stuck it into her pussy for a bit, but then I pulled it out and shoved it into her asshole. I used lube. I mean, I’m not an animal. But I could tell that it was Vanessa’s first time taking it in the ass. I tried not to enjoy myself too much, but it was so hard not to just drill her ass with my plastic cock. She deserved every stroke, every thrust and she deserved all the shit I told her while I did it. 

“You’re a fucking bitch, Vanessa and this is what happens to mean little bitches like you. You think I’m into you, that I want you, but all I wanted to do was get even with you, to pay you back for all the horrible shit you’ve ever said to me. I was only eleven when you told me that no man would ever love me. I was only fourteen when you told me my tiny titties weren’t big enough and I should look into boob jobs. You made my childhood shitty and now I’m going to make your night a shitty one, you fucking mean bitch!” I continued to thrust into her asshole and then I pulled the plastic cock out and walked around to her face and made her lick her own ass off of my plastic dick. 

The only problem is that Vanessa didn’t seem to be in pain or distress. In fact, quite the opposite. She was loving this. I stuck my pussy in her face and commanded her to lick it and I was surprised at the skills she possessed. It wasn’t long until she made me cum all over her stupid face. When I had cum I didn’t know what else to do. Nothing seemed to get to her. 

“Vanessa? Tell me. Why is it that none of this is making you upset? I went to a lot of trouble to get you back for all those things you did to me when we were young and none of it worked!” 

“I thought you knew, Vicky.”

“Knew what?” 

“I was molested by my father and he made my three brothers rape me all the time. That’s why I was always such a bitch. I was dealing with a lot. This whole thing,” she said looking around, “is nothing compared to what my dad put me through.” 

“Fuck,” was all I could think of to say. I guess I needed to up my game if I wanted to get back at her. Or maybe I should take pity on her? I was confused. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, trying to decide what to do next. “Think, Vicky, think!” I said to myself but I was out of ideas. Maybe I should just let her go, or maybe this was my chance to completely use someone how I wanted to use them. I decided to go back out there and find out just how fucked up I needed to be to fuck with Vanessa’s head. I had wanted revenge, and I was going to get it one way or another.  

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