Erica Kelsey was 16 years old when THE INCIDENT happened the week after Christmas. That was how she always thought of it afterward—in all capital letters.
Erica was an average girl in her junior year of high school. She was 5-feet 6-inches tall and weighed 108 pounds. Her looks were average too, she was attractive enough, but she didn’t turn heads.
She had entered puberty late in the sixth grade and during the final two years of middle school had experimented with her blooming sexuality with several boys, although it was limited to both of them being fully clothed.
After meeting her first serious boyfriend early in her freshman year of high school, she had awarded him her virginity during spring break a few months later.
Before the summer was over the initial flare of their intense sexual coupling, nearly every day it seemed, had begun to cool off. They broke up before she started the tenth grade.
Erica dated only casually for nearly a year, until the summer following her sophomore year when she hooked up with a boy she’d known since kindergarten.
While their physical intimacy wasn’t as intense as it had been with her first boyfriend, they enjoyed their carnal relationship just as much.
The Kelseys lived next door to the Johnsons, who had a daughter three years younger than Erica. Sylvia Johnson, now 13, was two inches shorter than Erica but the two girls weighed about the same.
Because of the age difference, the girls had never played together as children. In spite of being neighbors, they’d never spent more than a few minutes together until one fateful afternoon five years ago.
Erica, then 11 and nearing the onset of puberty, had been drafted to babysit eight year old Sylvia for about an hour one afternoon when Mrs. Johnson had a doctor’s appointment.
Sylvia was to start the third grade the following week and was still missing two of her front baby teeth. Erica was looking forward to entering middle school.
It was a hot mid-August afternoon when Mrs. Johnson left. Sylvia was splashing around in the kiddie pool in the back yard while Erica sat in a lawn chair alternately watching the little girl and playing on her phone.
Mrs. Johnson had instructed Erica that Sylvia needed to come in out of the sun at four o’clock, so when she heard the clock chime four times, Erica walked over to the pool.
“Sylvia, time to come in now,” Erica said.
“No. I wanna stay in the pool,” Sylvia whined.
“Your mom said you can’t stay in the sun after four o’clock. C’mon now.”
Sylvia pouted, but slowly climbed out of the pool and picked up her towel. She looked at up at Erica.
“Those are pretty earrings,” she said to the older girl.
Erica smiled and was about to take them off and give them to the cute little third grader-to-be. It was a very inexpensive pair and she’d already decided the Hello Kitty design was a little too young for her, now that she was going to be in middle school.
Before she could reach up and take them out of her ears, Sylvia spoke again. “Give them to me. They’re mine now.”
Erica, startled by the girl’s demand said, “That’s rather rude Sylvia. You can’t just demand that people give you something that doesn’t belong to you.”
In a flash, Sylvia balled her small hand into a fist and punched Erica’s chin so hard that she landed on her butt in the shallow rubber pool.
Erica literally saw stars as she tried to figure out how she’d ended up flat on her back in the water, but the pain in her jaw made it difficult to think clearly.
Sylvia promptly climbed on top of the prone older girl, her knees on either side of Erica’s hips. She reached a hand out and repeated, “Give them to me.”
Erica was too stunned to react. After a moment Sylvia reached down and took the earrings from Erica’s ears. With a smug look at her babysitter, she said, “They’re mine now.”
Neither of the girls knew then that the earrings were enchanted because neither had entered puberty. Once puberty called on Sylvia in a few years, she would discover the magic quite by accident.
Erica wouldn’t know the earrings were magical until THE INCIDENT, but that’s getting ahead of the story.
Sylvia had gotten a sexual thrill from taking the earrings away from her babysitter, but because she was only eight years old, she wouldn’t understand what she’d felt for several years.
With her new earrings clutched in her tiny fist, Sylvia heard her mom pull into the driveway. She left Erica lying in the pool and ran to greet her mother.
In a daze, Erica somehow muddled through an explanation of how she ended up fully dressed and flat on her back in the pool, without revealing what had really happened.
She never told anyone what Sylvia had done, not Mrs. Johnson and not her own parents. She decided the little girl was seriously disturbed and intended to keep her distance from the little maniac.
It wouldn’t be that difficult, even though they lived next door to each other. They went to different schools now and by the time Sylvia started middle school, Erica would have moved on to high school.
They would both be at the high school during Erica’s senior year, but since the seniors had their own wing, there was little contact with the younger classes and she was confident she could avoid the aggressive little girl.
Now, five years after she’d been decked by the disturbing eight year old, she hadn’t spoken more than a distant hello to Sylvia.
Then, at the beginning of Christmas break, her parents dropped a bomb. They informed Erica that they and the Johnsons would be out of town for three days the week after Christmas, something about business, but Erica didn’t hear the details.
All she heard was that Sylvia was to spend those three days at Erica’s house. At 13, Sylvia was old enough that she didn’t really need a babysitter, but her parents didn’t feel comfortable with her being in her house alone overnight.
Erica tried to protest but her parents didn’t want to hear about it and her concerns fell on deaf ears. There was nothing she could do to prevent Sylvia from spending three days in her house.
The Monday after Christmas, Sylvia carried in her overnight bag, mumbled a greeting and went immediately to the guest room. The Kelseys and Johnsons left and the day passed quickly.
The two girls didn’t see each other again until the pizza arrived for dinner. They both ate in the living room, ignoring each other, intently focused on watching MTV as they ate.
Later, Erica had taken her shower, and was pulling her flannel holiday nightgown, decorated with reindeer, over her head. Although Christmas was over, she was going to wear the gown for a few more nights.
She began to feel relieved that the day had passed quickly with no problems. She thought maybe she had worried for nothing and the three days would pass uneventfully.
She was wrong, as she was about to find out. THE INCIDENT was about to begin.
Just as the hem of her nightgown fell to her knees, her bedroom door opened and Sylvia walked in unannounced, wearing just a long tee shirt, but oddly, Erica thought, carrying her overnight bag.
“I’ve never been able to sleep when my mom’s not here to give me a hug before I go to bed,” Sylvia said softly. “Would you mind giving me a hug since she’s not here?”
Sylvia’s plaintive tone made her sound like she was eight years old again. Erica’s heart went out to the middle schooler so she let her guard down and opened her arms to the younger girl.
Her first inkling that something was wrong came when Sylvia started to nuzzle her neck, kissing and licking it sensuously. Erica knew what usually followed when her boyfriend did that.
While her brain was trying to process that, Sylvia grabbed her butt with one hand while her other hand closed around Erica’s left breast and squeezed.
Simultaneously, the eighth grader began to grind her mound firmly against Erica’s, while pulling on the older girl’s round bottom.
Erica reacted immediately. Putting her hands on Sylvia’s shoulders, she pushed the visitor an arm’s length backward.
“What is wrong with you Sylvia? Are you crazy? Get out of my room, right now—and stay away from me,” she said angrily.
As if Erica hadn’t spoken, Sylvia said calmly, “Take your nightgown off Erica.”
“Screw you Syl—oof!”
Erica never saw the fist the younger girl drove into her mid-section. All she knew was that she was doubled over in pain and couldn’t breathe.
Sylvia twined her fingers into Erica’s hair, made a fist and then jerked upward. The pain of having her hair pulled made Erica stand up straight, eye to eye with the girl who lived next door.
The look on Sylvia’s face was familiar, but through her pain it took Erica a minute to place it. She was thinking furiously, “Where have I seen that look before? Oh yeah, in my boyfriend’s eyes, right before—oh shit.”
That’s when Erica recognized the look in the middle school girl’s eyes. It was pure, unbridled lust.
Her fist still holding Erica’s hair, Sylvia said quietly, “Don’t you understand Erica? You are my bitch. I made you my bitch when I took those earrings away from you five years ago. Or have you forgotten that you got your ass kicked by an eight year old?”
Erica had not forgotten. What she had done was to seriously underestimate just how screwed up that eight year old had been. She knew now that she should have told the Johnsons what had happened.
Perhaps if she’d done that, they could have gotten help for Sylvia. Now it was too late, and she had to deal with a seriously messed up 13 year old girl who was groping her like a horny teenage boy.
Sylvia had paused, as if expecting an answer. When Erica didn’t say anything, she went on. “Let me explain the situation here so you can understand. I’m your mistress and I give the orders. You—are my slave. And you obey my orders—instantly. That’s what sluts do.”
Because Sylvia was still gripping her hair tightly, Erica was having trouble concentrating on what the girl was saying, but she understood the gist of what she was being told, and her blood ran cold.
Sylvia continued speaking calmly. “What I’m going to do Erica, is fuck your hairy little cunt—right here in your own room—in your own bed.”
Reaching into her overnight bag, Sylvia pulled out a strap-on dildo and showed it to Erica. It wasn’t huge, about six inches in length but it looked exactly like a man’s cock. The flesh coloring and resilient texture could easily have been mistaken for the real thing. All it lacked was the warmth of a real penis.
Erica’s eyes widened as the implication of Sylvia’s words began to sink into her brain.
Sylvia had stolen the dildo from her aunt two years ago when she’d been eleven. By then the precocious sixth grader had already begun exploring her budding sexuality, and understood the thrill she’d gotten from her encounter with Erica when she was eight.
She had just begun to understand that she had the power to control people when she wore her Hello Kitty earrings, so when she and her cousin had been left alone in the house that night she found the dildo, she had easily convinced the innocent seventh grader that it would be fun for them to get naked and play grown-up games.
Sylvia had used her fingers and tongue to inflame the older girl’s nascent sexual desire to the point of needing physical release—then stopped just short of giving the girl the climax she needed.
When her cousin had pleaded with her not to stop, Sylvia had demanded that the horny middle school girl beg Sylvia to fuck her. Only after the seventh grader had submitted had Sylvia strapped the dildo on and screwed the naive 12 year old girl senseless with her new toy.
Her cousin had screeched in pain when Sylvia had roughly speared the fake phallus into her slick vulnerable pussy and ripped apart her innocence. When she heard her cousin’s painful scream, Sylvia smiled, and had her first orgasm.
Watching the squirming naked body of her clueless cousin while she relentlessly hammered the rubber dick in and out of the helpless girl’s bloody vagina, Sylvia had climaxed two more times.
She had finally stopped only when she grew physically tired from the effort of pounding the girl repeatedly with the anatomically correct—and ever erect—replica of a male organ.
Sylvia hadn’t washed the crusted remains of virginal blood off the dildo for over a month, but for her, it wasn’t about taking her cousin’s virginity. It was proof that she had controlled—dominated—another girl’s body.
Over the past two years, since raping her cousin, Sylvia had used the dildo to fuck three other girls. Just like her cousin, they had all been older than she.
Unlike her virgin cousin, the other three had already been sexually active, and in each case were amazed when Sylvia had shown them how little pleasure their male partners had provided for them.
Sylvia had given them intense physical pleasure until they had all reached the point of demanding that she use the dildo to satisfy their desire. Each time, once they had begged her to fuck them and confessed that they were her slut, she had been more than happy to give them what they wanted.
So, no, it really had nothing to do with virginity. In a broader sense, it didn’t really have anything to do with sex. Sex was just a tool Sylvia used to bully her cousin and the other three into submitting to her will.
What thrilled Sylvia was having the power to control another girl. She got off on hearing the girls begging her to fuck them. She thought of them as her little sluts, even though they were older.
Sylvia herself was still a virgin. That is to say, her hymen was still in tact, and she had no intention of ever letting a man’s cock rupture the membrane.
The very idea of a penis—real, or rubber—penetrating her ripe young body was disgusting, so much that she literally felt like vomiting at the thought.
Now, in Erica’s room she eased her grip on the older girl’s hair just slightly as she said, “Do we understand each other—bitch? Are you ready to submit to me?”
As the pain from the hair-pulling began to ease, Erica’s eyes were drawn to the earrings Sylvia was wearing. Frowning, she said, “Are those the earrings you stole from me five years ago? Aren’t you a little old for Hello Kitty?”
“Well, aren’t you an observant little cunt… yes, they’re the earrings I took from your weak ass. Why? Do you want them back?”
“Of course not, I—”
“That’s good because they’re mine. Did you know they were magical?”
Erica’s mind was still a little foggy but was beginning to clear. “Magical? That’s—”
Sylvia interrupted her again. “No, you wouldn’t know that because you hadn’t started puberty yet when you had them. Once I started puberty, these earrings gave me the power to control people’s minds. I can make them do things, or prevent them from doing things.”
Erica’s expression was somewhere between skepticism and outright scorn. Sylvia gave her a slight nod before saying, “You don’t believe me. Why don’t you try to slap my face. Go ahead and try, but you can’t do it.”
Erica had never hit another person in her life, but she suddenly felt a boiling rage as she remembered how humiliated she had felt when a third grader had knocked her on her ass. Her brain told her arm to slap the other girl… but her arm didn’t move.
Sylvia slapped Erica’s left cheek, taunting her. “C’mon bitch. Try and slap my face.”
Erica still couldn’t move her arm. Sylvia slapped her right cheek and snickered. “Believe me now cunt? You’re my slave. I fuckin’ own you.”
Erica’s nipples should have been the last thing on her mind, but to her chagrin, she was suddenly aware that the nubs had stiffened. She didn’t have to look down to know that they were visibly straining against her flannel nightgown.
Sylvia, as if reading her mind, looked pointedly at Erica’s boobs and slowly smiled. “My, what pretty little titties. You really are my slut, aren’t you? But I want you to say it—out loud. Tell me you’re my slut Erica.”
Erica found her voice, but even to her own ears it sounded like she was whining. “You can’t be serious. I’m not going to—you can’t force me—”
Sylvia, still smiling and speaking softly, interrupted her. “Oh, I could force you Erica, but I’m not going to. You’re going to want it. You’re going to want it so bad you’ll beg me to fuck your sweet young ass.”
Letting the strap of the dildo slide up on her wrist, she released Erica’s hair and used both hands to tweak the high school girl’s swollen nipples and Erica couldn’t prevent herself from shivering as she felt a sexual thrill between her legs.
The evil middle school girl smoothly gripped the hem and pulled the reindeer nightgown up and over Erica’s head. Like a rag doll, Erica meekly lifted her arms to allow the garment to be removed, revealing her nakedness.
Now my arms move, she thought disconsolately.
Sylvia leaned forward and lightly flicked her tongue against each of Erica’s hard nipples. The stunned 16 year old inhaled sharply, then breathed out slowly, feeling the slickness of arousal between her thighs.
Only two boys had ever touched her naked breasts, and neither of them had licked her nipples as sensuously as the younger girl had just done with her tongue. It felt like electricity flowed from her B-cup breasts, down to her pussy and back up to her exposed boobs.
Erica’s brain was trying to process the idea of her naked body being touched so intimately by another girl, shocked to realize that she was aroused by the girl’s tongue on her nipples.
Her victim seemed unable to move on her own, so Sylvia took advantage of her stupor and gently guided the older girl to her bed. Positioning her on her back atop the bedspread, Sylvia climbed on top of her.
The eighth grade bully sat on the high school girl’s stomach, facing her feet and gently moved Erica’s knees apart, getting no resistance.
She used her fingertips to gently caress the inside of Erica’s thighs, close to, but not touching the now compliant girl’s adolescent treasure.
Erica couldn’t help it. She moaned softly, now aware that her clitoris was beginning to emerge. The traitorous flesh seemed unaware of anything beyond seeking its own pleasure.
Sylvia leaned forward and gently puffed a warm breath of air on Erica’s slickening pussy, and Erica gasped. Then Sylvia touched the tip of her tongue to the still half hidden nubbin and Erica squirmed her hips in response, moving her legs farther apart without even being aware that she had.
Sylvia gently ran her middle finger up and down Erica’s moistening slit and Erica moaned softly. Sylvia lifted her head and said very softly, “Does that feel good Erica?”
“Oh yes,” Erica murmured dreamily, her voice barely audible. “It feels wonderful.” Her brain seemed to have shut down, and she was aware of nothing but the physical sensations in her body.
Sylvia smiled and returned her tongue to Erica’s cleft. Her middle finger slipped inside the 16 year old’s wetness while her tongue continued to flick ever so lightly over Erica’s clit, which was now fully extended.
Erica was whimpering with pleasure as Sylvia slowly finger fucked her. Her cunt was on fire and she could feel her body building to a climax from the younger girl’s expert touch.
She craved the physical release of an orgasm, more than she ever had before. It didn’t take long until she was right on the verge, her adolescent pussy straining at the precipice of a climax.
Sylvia abruptly yanked her finger out of Erica’s hungry pussy. At the same time she lifted her head away from the girl’s sex. She sat motionless on Erica’s stomach—just waiting.
The middle school girl smiled when Erica reacted instantly. “NO! No don’t stop. Ohmigod—please don’t stop,” she mewled.
Smoothly, Sylvia said, “But I have to stop Erica. You haven’t told me what you want me to do. Remember? You have to tell me what you want. You have to say it out loud.”
She moved around until her butt was sitting on Erica’s mound. Staring at Erica, she lifted the dildo to her mouth, slowly moving it up and down against her tongue.
Erica’s eyes followed the movement of the dildo but she didn’t say anything. She was almost panting and seemed mesmerized by the sight of the rubber phallic symbol.
Sylvia spoke again, her voice silky. “You have to ask for it Erica. You have to ask me to fuck you. You have to say the words Erica—out loud.”
Almost immediately Erica whispered the two words Sylvia wanted to hear. “Fuck me.”
Sylvia tilted her head and spoke softly, “I’m sorry, did you say something?”
Erica raised her voice and demanded loudly, “Fuck me god dammit. Put that fucker in my cunt and fuck my pussy!” She started to squirm her butt as best she could with Sylvia’s weight on top of her, consumed with overwhelming desire.
Sylvia leaned forward until their noses were almost touching. Locking eyes with her victim she said, “Oh, I’m going to fuck you alright my sweet little slut, but first...”
Sylvia’s smile widened as she straightened up. She slowly took off her tee shirt and strapped the dildo between her naked legs. She scooted her body forward, now sitting on Erica’s breasts, until just the tip of the rubber cock was touching Erica’s lips.
“But first… suck my dick, bitch.” Sylvia pushed her hips forward as Erica’s mouth opened, taking the dildo orally until she began to gag. This was a new sensation for Erica. Neither of her boyfriends had been able to talk her into taking them between her lips, although both had tried mightily to convince her to.
The 13 year old dominatrix looked down at Erica’s face, whose cheeks were flushed with sexual need. She pulled her hips back maybe an inch and then shoved the full length of the fake cock into the helpless 16 year old’s throat until Erica was choking, her cheeks turning even redder.
Now I understand why boys like their cock so much, Sylvia thought. There’s just something about shoving it in a girl’s mouth…
Sylvia relished the submissive position her former babysitter was in, naked on her childhood bed with a dick shoved down her throat. It didn’t matter that the cock was made of rubber or that it was attached to a girl instead of a boy.
Erica was gasping for breath as Sylvia pulled the dildo from between her lips and moved down the bed until she was between Erica’s knees. She grinned even wider as she noted Erica-juice wetting the girl’s thighs and the outer labia parting to reveal the pink inner folds of Erica’s most private place.
“You’re my little slut, aren’t you Erica? Tell me you’re my slut. I won’t fuck you until I hear you say it.”
Desperate for physical release now, Erica lunged her hips up trying to impale herself, but failed.
“Uh uh slut. Not yet. You have to say you’re my slut.”
When Erica didn’t speak, Sylvia slapped the girl’s pussy smartly, resulting in a satisfying splat noise. “Say it bitch!”
Erica’s body twitched from the sting of having the core of her sex slapped. The sensations from her overheated delta were overwhelming her with desire. She was almost in tears when she cried out suddenly, “Yes! I’m your slut. Now fuck me. Please! Fuck me! I need it.”
That’s all Sylvia needed to hear. She immediately rammed the stiff rubber fucker home, deep into Erica’s juicy young pussy. Erica cried out loudly with sudden intense pleasure and Sylvia—had an orgasm.
Sylvia loved the powerful feeling of control she got when the little sluts begged her to fuck their hungry little cunts. She always came the first time she plunged the ersatz dick in their tight wet pussy—because they always screamed.
True to her word, she had waited patiently until Erica, just like all her other sluts, had begged Sylvia to fuck her.
Erica arched her back and had an orgasm almost immediately, even though Sylvia hadn’t started pumping her yet. Sylvia, having learned from experience, took her sweet time when she fucked a girl.
Sylvia was so pleased at having mastered her next door neighbor and former babysitter that she had three more orgasms before her energy was gone and she was physically too tired to keep going.
She thought Erica had cum at least twice more, and maybe three times, but she wasn’t sure. Then again—she really didn’t care. It didn’t matter to her whether her sluts got off or not.
This wasn’t about pleasing a lover. This wasn’t even about sex at all. This was about power, about being in control, about dominating another girl. And thanks to her enchanted Hello Kitty earrings, Sylvia had the power to do that.
All that mattered to her was that Erica, the snotty little bitch, had surrendered her eager young pussy to Sylvia’s command and submitted to Sylvia’s domination.
Just like all the other little sluts that had submitted to Sylvia’s control—and gotten themselves fucked by Sylvia and her trusty stolen dildo.
THE END