MabelXPacifica Hatesex

        Pacifica yanked Mabel towards her, her mind racing as she prepared to act upon her secret desires. She held Mabel in her arms as she looked her rival in her face. “Don't. Say. Anything.” She gave the other girl a soft squeeze, feeling up her shoulders.

        Mabel gave Pacifica her trademark smile, glad that Pacifica wasn't insulting her or trying to beat her up. “Wow, I thought you hated me?”, Mabel chirped as Pacifica's hands gently rubbed her. “Looks like no one can resist Mabel!  Haha! Ha. Wait.” She finally felt the other girl grabbing her. “Are trying to feel me up?”

        Pacifica's hands had finally made it to Mabel's butt, gently squeezing her cheeks. She tried to push Pacifica away, but before she knew it, her shoulders were pinned to the ground. She tried to scream, but as soon as her mouth opened, Pacifica silenced her with her lips. Pacifica's tongue slipped and slid all around Mabel's mouth,  making the trapped girl blush and weak. She tried to push Pacifica off, but her lack of strength stopped her efforts from becoming successful. As Mabel felt Pacifica's tongue running over braces, she noticed her attacker pulling out a rag from her pocket. Now, Mabel was a bit naive, but she had enough movies to know where this was going. She frantically tried to sit out and shake off Pacifica, but it was to no avail. Then, Pacifica hurriedly pulled off her lips. Trying to scream again, Mabel's mouth was met with the rag. Almost instantly, she went limp, her brain shutting down and she was greeted by a never-ending void of darkness.

 

        “Hey loser, you're gonna want to see this!”

        Mabel groaned as her eyes flickered open, the light blinding her as she woke slowly.

“Awwwwww. Look at widdle Mabel! Did you have a good nap?” The blurred form of Pacifica slowly focused as she realized that she was in a large, purple room, full of blurry objects. She tried to move, but the straps kept her in place. She also noticed that she was only wearing her t-shirt. Finally, her eyesight went back to normal and she instantly looked around to see where she was. To her surprised, it looks like Pacifica's room, full of the large, expensive objects that her parents bought for her.

        “Hey! What's wrong with you?” Mabel yelled furiously as she tried to rock the chair she was tied into. Pacifica laughed and pinched Mabel's cheeks, her eyes locked onto her captive's. “Nothing wrong with me, honey. I'm just... looking for a good time. And I've gotta admit, you're a cute little thing.” She gave Mabel a soft kiss on the nose, making the tied up girl blush and turn away.

        “You know I can have whatever I want, and right now, I want you to do something for me...” Giving Mabel a sexy little wink, she slowly lifted her shirt, showing off her bra. She was gifted with large breasts for a girl her age, half an A-cup. Removing her shirt, but putting her purple jacket back on, she gently squeezed her jugs, making a show out of removing her undergarment. Mabel clenched her eyes closed for a minute, desperately thinking of a way out of this mess.

        Tsking in disappointment, Pacifica mockingly said, “Mabel, Mabel, Mabel. Why you have to make this so hard?” Licking her lips in anticipating, she greedily shoved her hands down the girl's shirt, her finger's roughly running over her development lumps. The sudden shock of being felt up forced Mabel to open her eyes. The first thing she saw was Pacifica toying with her naked right breast, her tongue sticking out at the girl she was fondling.

“You are freaking sick!” Mabel yelled at her captor, half-hoping someone would hear.

Ripping off Mabel's shirt, the mean girl laughed. Mabel was slowly growing breasts, her perky, pink nipples sitting on top of thin mounds of meat. However, her size was wasn't even half as big as Pacifica's.

        “No one's here, girl. I told to get out of her from around 8 hours, so we have a lot of time to... get to know each other.” Pacifica pinched her nipples as she said the last part, relishing her control over the loser visiting from out of town. Humming softly, she gave Mabel a deep, sloppy kiss, sucking on Mabel's tongue as she tried to shake out of the chair. She may have thought Mabel was a nerd, but she found the girl adorable. One might even say, irresistible. She continued to play with Mabel's nipples as she slid over tongue all over Mabel's braces. Those braces turned Pacifica on like nothing else. The way  that Mabel smiled at her all the time was one of the reasons why Pacifica had started to dream about the girl.

        Mabel was terrified by these events at first, but she had calmed down by this point, feeling only a slight disgust at the blonde girl for pulling this plan off, and anger against the girl doing this after all the shit Pacifica had put her through. Still, the feeling of Pacifica's tongue in her mouth and her fingers on her breasts felt really good. Pacifica noticed this as she fondled her, releasing the kiss to watch Mabel's nipples harden.

        “Oh... Nice. Looks like you want some more, huh?” Pacifica sat in the girl's lap, waiting for her to catch her breath after the extended mouth to mouth session. After Mabel stopped heaving, she pushed her chest against Mabel's, their nipples brushing on each other.

“Oh god, it's like I'm in Japan!” Mabel cried as her mosquito bites were suffocated under Pacifica's larger rack.

        Pacifica kept this up for a while longer, enjoying watching Mabel whine and squirm under her bosoms. Her appetite for watching Mabel suffer grew, and she decided to up the ante a bit. Shifting her position, she pushed her left breast against Mabel's cheeks. The girl adamantly locked her lips, not allowing Pacifica to force her bosom into her mouth.

“Oh, come on. You do know that you can't stop this, right?”

        Giving the trapped girl a cruel grin, she pinched her nostrils and waited. As expected, Mabel gasped, breathing out of her mouth heavily. Pacifica slid her tit into her enemy's mouth.

        BAM!

        She pounded Mabel in the side of her head, causing the girl to tear up in pain.

“Don't you even think of biting me, little girl,” Pacifica snarled to Mabel, who was a few seconds away from clamping down onto her funbags. “Now, suck on it!”

With no other choice, Mabel tearfully started to suckle on Pacifica. The dominate girl moaned from both the sensation if having her tit sucked and the control she exerted over Mabel. She reached down and began to  rub her panties as she leaned deep into the tied-up girl. She pleasured her pussy for a minute or so, until she decided to get herself off more. She pulled herself off of the girl sucking on her and strutted over to her dresser, preparing her next heinous act.

        Mabel broke down into tears, feeling dirty after being abused by her arrogant rival. In the midst of her crying, she remembered a tidbit of information that Grunkle Stan had given to her about breaking out of straps. Sniffling, she began mentally recite his instructions, hoping that she could escape before Pacifica turned around.

Meanwhile, Pacifica was retrieving her instrument, her heart pounding in excitement as she prepared herself for her upcoming display of power.

        “Oh Mabel...” Pacifica sang out to Mabel as she turned around, her arms behind her back. Mabel stopped rustling and fidgeting to stare her tormentor in the face. She said nothing as the blonde swaggered over and gently wiped the tears from her face.

“Since you liked out last game so much,” Pacifica giggled in front of her prisoner's face. “I've got something else I think you'll like.” From behind her back, her pulled out a dildo. It was pretty small, but still big enough to fill up a girl the size of Mabel. Mabel shook her head at the thought of such a thing going inside her, but she could do nothing but wait for Pacifica to execute her next move.

        “Don't worry, this is gonna get real slippery before I put it in. Now, open up.”

Pacifica brushed the phallic instrument on Mabel's lips, giving her a little smirk. Terrified of getting struck again, the prisoner conceded, opening her mouth and allowing her tormentor to slowly push the dildo in and out of her maw. Pacifica licked her lips, her libido rising as she watched her nemesis fellate the sex toy. Wanting to make her squirm more, she roughly slid her left hand onto  Mabel's flat chest, feeling up the girl's nipples as pushed the dildo deeper and deeper into Mabel's throat. The look on Mabel's face as she choked the the instrument of pleasure while she got rubbed down got Pacifica dripping wet. Barely fighting the urge to finger herself, she pull the dildo out, listening to Mabel cough and sputter as she regained her breath. Mabel barely had time to recuperate before  Pacifica opened her thighs, gazing greedily at her underwear.

        Pacifica gave a lusty giggle at the sight of Mabel's panties. She knew that behind the kitten head patterns and the fabric was Mabel's sweet honeypot. Too hungry to even taunt Mabel, she viciously ripped off the girl's undergarments, revealing her smooth, hairless pussy. Mabel broke out in tears upon Pacifica exposing her slit, sobbing as a thin finger slowly traced the outside of her hole, giving a little rub to her developing clitty. Pacifica could hold back no longer. She dove into Mabel's virgin pussy, greedily running her tongue inside the girl's folds as she furiously grinded the dildo against her own cunt. The feeling of having her delicate flower nibbled by another girl caused Mabel to cry out as Pacifica continued her assault. She dipped her tongue as far as she could into Mabel's moist hole, sticky fluids coating her tongue as it darted in and out of her tender puss. She ate Mabel out for a few more minutes, wanting to savior the sweet taste of Mabel for as long as she possibly could. Finally, she forced her face off, giving her throbbing clit one last lick.

        Mabel's eyes had rolled in the back of her head, her brain temporarily shutting down from the massive pleasure she received from Pacifica. Slowly, she regained full awareness as Pacifica raised the dildo, slowly shaking it around in the air. The motion took a while to register  in Mabel's brain, which was still fuzzy after the tongue lashing she had just received. However, as Pacifica rubbed the wet tip of the toy onto the stunned girl's opening, Mabel realized what was coming next. As the dildo slowly pushed it's head into her pussy, she frantically continued her efforts to unloosen her restraints. It was too late, though.

        She  felt her puss fill up with the floppy rubber being pushed into her.Her eyes filled with tears as Pacifica pumped the fake dick in and out of her relentlessly, her pussy sopping wet with saliva and pussy juice. She desperately tried to undo the straps that binded her wrists, but her efforts were interrupted by Pacifica's tongue. As she pounded Mabel's box, she had became entranced by Mabel's clit, her lust growing with every pained groan Mabel emitted. Licking her lips, she attacked the pulsating nub, sucking on it as she fucked Mabel even harder. Yells of pleasure echoed round the house as Mabel's body was wracked with pain and pleasure. She could hardly think as she was fucked silly, her body tensing up as the dildo was driven deeper into her.

        Pacifica's need grew with every thrust, pushing her over the limit. She decided to give Mabel a taste of her for once. She pushed the sex toy into Mabel, leaving it lodged into her moist cavity as she stood in front of her heavily breathing captive.

Mabel stared as Pacifica slowly removed her pants, stripping down to her black lace panties. Pacifica rubbed her soaking wet panties, licking her lips as she sauntered over to the chair.

        Giving a devilish grin, she pushed Mabel's chest with her foot, knocking the chair over and leaving Mabel staring at the ceiling. As Mabel struggled to get back up, Pacifica crouched over her face and pulled her panties to the side, her dripping slit hovering over the girl's face. She got ready to force Mabel's face into it, but the sudden intrusion of a tongue in her pussy nearly caused her to fall over.

        Shuddering in pleasure, she leaned back as Mabel, for some unexplainable reason, softly kissed her honeypot, licking her clit and driving her tongue deep into the girl on top of her. Pacifica has expected Mabel to kick and reject her cunt, to fight back with everything she had as she was forced to suck on her lower lips. Instead, she was caught off guard as Mabel greedily sucked on every tender spot of her cunt, overwhelming her with pleasure. In her lust filled reverie, she didn't notice Mabel untying the straps from her arms, her now-free arms now searching around the floor. Unable to find anything, Mabel shoved Pacifica off of her, scrambling to her feet as she grabbed a pair of handcuffs off a nearby table.

        She heard Pacifica scream in rage behind her, rushing her escaped prey. Mabel spun around and as soon as Pacifica got in range, she kneed her attacker as hard as she could in the stomach. Pacifica collapsed instantly, the wind completely knocked out of her. Mabel wasted no time as she laid Pacifica on her bed, handcuffing her arms behind her and tying her legs to the bedpost with some shirts she found in the rich girl's expansive closet. Pacifica was still gasping for air as Mabel softly stroked her legs, a venomous grin on her face. She laid out a variety of sex toys and peripherals next to Pacifica, withholding a large strap-on and a bottle of lubricant. As she began putting on the strap-on, Pacifica started to yell and scream at Mabel, shouting obscenities at her. Mabel paid her no mind as she fastened the belt on, stroking the rubber dick a bit with a giggle. Even the abuse she had just went through couldn't kill her spirit.

        “Hey Pacifica!” Mabel started panting like a dog, jerking the fake cock as fast as she could. “You get me so hard, gurrrrrrrrl!” Moaning like a dying walrus, she squirted the lube all over Pacifica, making sure to cover the tied up girl's pussy with the slick fluid.

“What the hell?” Pacifica spat at Mabel, tugging harder at her restraints “Are you fucking serious?”

        Mabel gasped, tsking at her enemy and shaking her head in faux-disappointment as she began pouring lube on the toy she was wearing. “Pacifica! No need for that sort of language! Besides, you're gonna need all of that stuff make it go in smoother.” Flashing Pacifica her braces with a wide grin, she rubbed the tip of the dick onto her lubed up pussy.

“Wait, wait, wait! Hold on!” Pacifica whimpered, sweating buckets as Mabel prepared to ram her full of rubber. “You win, alright? Here, let me give you some money or some clothes. God knows you need the- HEY!” She began to struggle more as Mabel put in half the tip, readying herself to plow Pacifica like a truck. As she lay on her back with her legs tied open, she ran out of energy after her attempts to break out of the straps failed.

        Giving a twisted smile, Mabel asked the helpless girl beneath her, “Any last words, Pacifica?” The poor thing was in tears now that she was the one getting raped, but she stopping crying just long enough to spit at Mabel and scream at her, “FUCK YOU!” Mabel's cheerful face turned stony, and right before she penetrated the rich girl, she grabbed Pacifica's face and whispered to her, “Right back atcha.”

        The restrained girl's cunt was instantly filled to it's limit, the sex toy pistoned in and out of her as if it were powered by a motor. Now that she was the one fucking, Mabel began to see why Pacifica had got off on doing this to her. Sure, she wasn't into any power fantasy stuff, and watching Pacifica cry made her feel the utmost sympathy for her. But the feeling of Pacifica's sweat slicked breasts in her palm as she pounded the girl senseless aroused her more than she thought was possible. Also, the feeling of vengeance over her tormentor egged her on as she fucked Pacifica as hard as she could.

        Suddenly, Mabel stopped and pulled out of Pacifica's ruined cunt, watching Pacifica pant and heave and cry as she sobbed incoherently. The girl was a complete wreck by now, her tears washing away her make-up and leaving streaks of black on her pampered face. Her slim, slightly developed body shook violently as she dry heaved.

        Watching this pathetic display, Mabel decided that she would end her fun after testing out another toy on the trapped girl. She walked over to the overturned chair and picked up the vibrator than Pacifica had violated her with earlier, a strange mixture of anger and arousal rising up inside of her. She began to hear the sound of Pacifica taunting her, laughing at the twin while she raped her. Her eyes welled with tears as she tightly gripped the instrument that was shoved into her, knowing how to get complete payback now.

        She lifted up Pacifica's ass a bit, exposing her pink, virgin starfish to the air. The sight of this new part of Pacifica turned Mabel on a good amount, but she was more focused on completing her task first. Without any sort of warning or preparation, Mabel began to push the rape instrument into her victim's asshole, watching Pacifica squirm as her anus was violated. She blocked out her victim's screams, only focusing on pushing the toy in and out of her ass.

        Mabel bit her lip as she slowly became even more aroused, her clit and nipples stiffening rapidly as she forced the rubber dick into Pacifica. She attempted to get off by pounding Pacifica again with the strap-on. However, as much as she wrecked her pussy with the dildo, and as much as she forced the dildo into her ass, Mabel needed more. Removing the toy, she crawled on top on Pacifica, and planted her pussy firmly on the rich girl's mouth, gripping onto the tied up girl's breasts as she began to grind on her face. Pacifica attempted to deny Mabel release, but a sharp titty twister convinced her to eat the other girl out. Mabel sighed in relief as she felt Pacifica suckle on her rock hard clit, one hand roughly squeezing her own mosquito bite and the other hand groping the blonde's mound of jiggling flesh.

        Pacifica could only emit muffled cries as Mabel slid her moist pussy back and forth on her lips. Mabel grinned devilish at her prisoner's attempt at speech as she leaned forwards and softly massaged Pacifica's drenched lower lips. She pulled the strap-on out and took a minute to explore her slit with her tongue, tasting the sticky juices that coated the blonde's crotch. As much as she hated to admit it, she had grown to enjoy the flavor of Pacifica's hole. In fact, another half-hour of her 'special' treatment may have made Mabel her little fuck toy. Too bad Pacifica underestimated Mabel's cunning and strength. As she gave her victim's box one last tongue lashing, she repositioned the detached strap-on and shoved it back into Pacifica. She pistoned the toy in and out of Pacifica as she simultaneously pushed the vibrator as deep as she could into her ass.

         Ignoring the other girl's stiffled yells, she jammed the strap-on into her pussy, pounding her as she began to lap at Pacifica's clit. She fucked and grind and sucked and moaned until she felt a strong feeling course through her body. She moaned as loud as she could as her body convulsed, lightning shooting through her as she gripped the bed tightly. A few seconds passed, and her grip loosed as she rolled off of Pacifica's mouth and lay bridged over her fluid coated stomach. She caught her breath as she listened to Pacifica scream and yell at her.

        Slowly, she stood up and and stumbled over to her clothes, the effects of her first orgasm dazing her. As she got dressed, she began to think of the repercussions of her actions. Pacifica would make the rest of her summer a living hell if she ever got out of her restraints. Thinking of any way to get out of her predicament, she decided that she would have to kill Pacifica. As she finished slipping on her sweater, she began to think of a place where a teenage girl's body would never be found. Then, as she glanced around for a bludgeoning tool, she noticed a frilly pink camera sitting on a dresser.

        Hopping over the sex toys littering the floor, she grabbed the device, checking the battery and making sure there was enough space to take pictures. Making sure it was ready to go, she climbed on the bed and began snapping photos of Pacifica's entire body. The rich girl tried to break free, but this attempt was as futile as the rest of her attempts. As she took her last picture, Mabel chuckled to herself. "Scrapbookatunity..."

        "Wait!" Pacifica yelled, sweating buckets as Mabel took another picture just for the hell of it. "Let's just talk about this, okay? How about you let me loose and we have a nice little talk down in the basement, with the door locked? Or hell, how about the graveyard, because as soon as I get out, you're fucking dead!" Mabel giggled, patting her rival on the head. "Awwww, it's kinda cute watching you seeth with rage. But remember, I have evidence of this little playdate now." Pacifica stopped and stared, realizing the girl was right. Even if she got out, she was still screwed. At least, more screwed than she had already been earlier.

        Then, to her surprise, Mabel walked over to her and undid the straps on her left wrist. "Remember, I have the camera," Mabel whispered into her ear before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. As the strap fell off, she dashed out the door, yelling "Later, sucker!" back to Pacifica as she slammed the door behind her. The now-free girl booked it out of the Northwest's estate, keeping the camera secure all the while.

        The escapee kept running until she made it back to the Mystery Shack, nearly collapsing as she leaned on the side of the building. Regaining her breath, Mabel checked the camera to make sure the incriminatiing images were still on it. Seeing that they were, the  gripped it tight as she ran up to the attic to hide the camera. Slipping it into her special hiding place, Mabel couldn't help but snicker outloud as she imagined how mad Pacifica was. As the exhausted twin made her way to the shower, she thought about the day's events and decided that things had turned out alright. Yeah, she might have been raped and emotionally scarred by Pacifica, but she managed to rape and scar her back. And in the end, isn't that what life's really about? Mabel seemed the think so, and the girl had thought of a few good ways to milk her leverage over Pacifica. Some very good ideas, indeed...