Sweet, Sweet Revenge!

"The Mighty B!"

"Sweet, Sweet Revenge"

WARNING! THIS FANFIC OF "THE MIGHTY B!" HOLDS MATERIALS THAT NOT EVERYONE WILL AGREE WITH INCLUDING SEXUAL HARRASMENT, BONDAGE, VIOLENCE, TORTURE, ORAL SEX, HANDJOB, FINGERING, FISTING, AND COUSIN INCEST! DON'T READ IF YOU DO NOT AGREE TO THESE (unless you LIKE this sort of thing!) OTHERWISE, GO RIGHT AHEAD AND ENJOY TO YOUR TWISTED CONTENT!

Bessie, Penny, and Portia were far enough away from Chelsea to see that she hadn't moved in quite a while, perhaps, she was unconscious. Despite the fact that Portia was now safe from her cousin, she felt the need to run over to her, just, for her revenge! Upon dismounting the ski lift, a diabolical thought struck her! It was so wrong, but sounded too good for her to resist! "Portia." Bessie called, seeing her directional movement. "The idea was to get away from Chelsea." "I know...but I have some, plans for Chelsea...big, plans!" A sadistic grin came over her face. "You two. Go to the storage closet and get me some tape, rope, and...whatever else you can find. I'll be needing it." With that, she stormed off down the hill, to meet her cousin at the bottom. She cautiously took her approach, and came to realize, that Chelsea must have been unconscious, for nothing happened in quite some time. She waited for Bessie and Penny to show up, just in case of a necessary hand. After going through the storage, they came, with many things, including things she wouldn't need. "Okay. I have, rope and a roll of tape." Bessie said. "I'm not sure you'll be needing these, but I brought them, just in case." They were rubber gloves, and Portia knew she would have no use for them. "I found some glue...oh and a shoelace, and also a paper clip." Penny announced, feeling rather proud. "I also found this pretty yellow tape that says 'do not cross' on it...It's pretty." Penny giggled, basking in the glory of its shimmering yellow surface. "Why did you want us to get all this stuff?" Asked Bessie, feeling confused. "Because, I'm going to have some fun with Chelsea!" Portia snarled, testing the rope. "Fun?" Bessie was most confused! The had been running away from her, now she wanted fun? "Yes...you know, you can help me if you like." Sure! After all of that terror, they sure could use a good dose of fun! Swiftly, they all began to move the snow off of Chelsea, she was, most certainly, out cold! Literally! A peck of face began to show through, and she had apparently been under so much, snow even her bodily heat could hope to keep her warm, as small flakes of frozen sweat coated her. Portia grinned. She knew she was unconscious!

"Okay. You two! Get her arms!" Portia had an instinctive whisper, despite the fact Chelsea couldn't hear them, let alone respond. They two gave way, grabbing her and pulling her up. Looking around, Portia discovered no one was around, and she eyed the yellow and black tape. "Alright. We'll need to use this. But first, help me get her to that fence." Strangely enough, there was a fence there, an electric fence for that matter! Holding her steady, Portia wound tape around her wrists and ankles, rope, which she requested Bessie do, for added tension and security, being sure to keep her legs spread, just a fair amount. "Okay. You two, you know what to do with this." Portia said holding the black worded tape. "You got it!" As fast as the wind, Bessie and Penny made it clear that no one should cross into the room, though, Penny more so all over her clothes. "Oh! Pretty!" She cooed, looking down upon herself. They ran down to meet Portia again, wanting to know what her next method of action was. "What else do you need?" Asked Bessie, eager of this...fun. "Help me wake her up." "But, what if she tries to hurt us?" Bessie inquired nervously. "Oh, these ropes are tight enough...and with the tape...she won't be going anywhere!" "I didn't earn my knot tying badge for nothing!" Bessie shrieked, most proud. "You did a good job! Now, we need to wake her up." "But, why?" Bessie didn't know at all what Portia had been plotting! "You'll see."

"Waky, waky." Penny purred, poking the bound girl lightly upon the cheek. There was a slight response, she grunted a little, a slim upward curl of her lip, but nothing more. A wicked idea ran through Portia. There was a twitch not too far away, and with a flick of her hand, it came alive, sending a shockwave of jolts surging through the body of Chelsea. She didn't even scream much, as the voltage wasn't enough to cause her much pain, just enough to wake her up. Her eyes fluttered open, and she became enraged, seeing Portia there. "Portia! When I get my hands on..." She stopped, and was surprised to find she couldn't move her hands, or, her legs! She continued to scowl at her, but Portia didn't back down. She just grinned at her. "Aw! Did my rude awakening ruin your beauty sleep?" Sneered Portia, quite mockingly. "Wha...wh...what have you done?" She suddenly became alert to the pain on her face as the ice crystals began to bite upon her soft skin, her tender nose dripping with frozen green liquids, hurting her even more. "We're going to have, some fun Chelsea!" Portia sneered, looking at her most seductive and sinister. "Or, at least, we will...and there's nothing you, can do about it!" As she directed her words toward her cousin, she used a finger to point, with which, Chelsea fought back the only way she could, attempting to use her abnormally large teeth to bite at her exposed appendage. "Is that the best you've got?" Portia mocked. "Come on! Put some muscle into it!" With that, she struck her over her face. Chelsea, despite the fact she was bound, still tried with every muscle to free herself. "PORTIA! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! YOU HEAR ME? KILL YOU!" The fence seemed to scream back at them, the loud metallic sounds, only made it clear she couldn't go anywhere. Again with a smack over her face. Chelsea, unlike before, now had an expression of shock over her face. "Shut up Chelsea!" Portia yelled, striking her over the face again, though this time, with rope, leaving a painful burn upon her soft cheek. "YOU'RE DEAD PORTIA! ALL OF YOU!" She still continued her useless and utterly worthless screaming fit, ignoring the fact that, she couldn't get them, no matter hard she tried. "Ooh! I'm so scared!" Mocked the sinister Portia. "I'm going to kill you!" Chelsea yelled, now in a silenced tone, realizing now she really, couldn't anything about this, even if she tried her best. "Aw! 'I'm going to kill you!' Good one, Chelsea!" She mimicked Penny giggled in response. "That was a pretty good imitation!" Penny said, still giggling. With that, Chelsea became rather submissive. Maybe, if she saved her energy, she could escape when they least expect? Her only come back this time was a deep feminine growl, exposing her gums to them, face getting warm and deep pink, melting the ice. "So, Portia. What's the plan?" Asked Bessie, eager for this...fun. "First...let's get rid of this coat. It must be very cold." The cruel Portia sneered. They all helped her, and somehow, they were able to completely rip it off of her without removing the tape or ropes that bound her. The cold air against her chilled wet flesh made this moment most uncomfortable indeed. She rapidly went to shuddering at the sting of frozen temperature, her face still pink. "There. Feel better?" She still bared her teeth. "I'll take that...as a no. But don't worry. I'll warm you up!" She walked over to the switch again and let the current run through her, for a good seven seconds, getting glee from hearing her yelling. She rested, but only for a moment, in a flash, her head came up, a glare in her eye, but, Portia could vividly see through that angered red face, she was burning on the inside, worry, fear, and panic. "Okay you two! We're finally going to have some fun!" Bessie and Penny looked at each other, big happy smiles for one another, and they ran over.

"Bessie. You take the gloves. Penny, you take the glue. I'll go for her dress!" "Portia! This dress was really, really expensive!" "Don't worry. You can just buy another one...oh wait. No you won't, because when we're done with you, you won't be able to walk to save your life!" With that, she used her sharp nails to shred her extremely gorgeous and very, very expensive dress, it falling in ribbons below their feet, Chelsea's screaming, only making this, so much more pleasurable! Finally, she was almost naked, now trembling, but not from cold. She had over come that long ago, her blood curdling in her skin. Portia eyed her down, and, as usual, she hadn't been wearing much underneath, aside from the typical top accessory, like most girls her age had. "Uh Portia...what, exactly are we going to do with her?" Bessie was now most puzzled. What did stripping someone have to do with fun? "Penny. Take this glue and get as much of it on her hair as you can." Penny swiftly responded. "WHAT?" Shrieked the now stunned Chelsea. "I spent all morning trying to get my hair..." Before she could finish, Penny was already assaulting her hair with the sticky substance, Chelsea screaming most uselessly. "Bessie. I need you to rub in the glue." Though, it didn't sound like too much fun, Bessie agreed, and dove into her head. She, however, was soon in touch with her more malicious side, and dug in relentlessly. "GET OFF ME YOU FREAK!" Chelsea screamed, face red. If that weren't torture enough, Portia started to run her fingers over the neck of her bound cousin, just, getting a feel for her. "Get away! Get away from me Portia!" She yelled. No avail. She snapped her teeth at her, but no threat for Portia at all. "What are you doing?" She yelled. With that, Portia ran from her neck to her collar, her delicate fingers tickling her nerves. "Stop touching me!" She could tell Chelsea had given up slightly, and swiftly responded. Her index curved to her strap of fabric, sliding under and down. Chelsea's eyes got wide as she felt where her finger had been directing. She was even most surprised when it brushed against one of her rather large, but still developing areas of flesh and nerves. "Nice." Said Portia to herself, feeling how just plump she was. "Portia. Don't you dare!" She tried, she really did! Tried to sound as threatening and cruel as she could, her large female chest areas being lightly touched by young fingers. "I'm warning you! I'm warning you Portia!" The now red faced cousin yelled. "I'm willing to take that risk Chelsea. You forget you're tied to a fence...an electric fence!" She came face to face with her as she spoke. "So there's really not much you can do about...anything!" As she spoke, she slipped deeper into her fabric, sweat now trickling down her face, Portia, the same. "So...even if I were, to, do...this..." With that last word, she thrust in her finger, tapping upon her hard lobe, causing the older female to jump and gasp in pained rage. She had just been violated...and by...a...cousin! Incest! "...or, this..." She now snuck both fingers inside, taking the hard end and pinching it, making her yelp in brief pain. She gave her a most cruel grin, removing her hands. "...or, even...this..." With her final word, she groped upon the fabric and tore it in two, exposing her big, round female organs. Penny and Bessie both stared, wide in the mouths. "Whoa!" The two said together, marveling over the sight. They had never seen anything like them before! Portia's face went pink, eyeing the two rather large projectiles upon her chest. "...there's not a thing you can do!" Chelsea now screamed her hardest, fighting against the tape and rope as hard as she could, still nothing! Portia then reached out a hand and let her fingers rest upon one of her large milk duds, feeling her warm blood. Chelsea now struggled, fighting against her restraints, even though she knew good and well she couldn't get anywhere or defend herself. Her grip became tighter, squeezing her in a tease, then feeling her hard reddened tip. She loved this feeling, warm flesh, a plump organ. Something controlled her, and she found her head buried upon her bosom, and took the tip into her tongue. Chelsea writhed at this, tongue, hitting her hard lobes, only driving her harder. "PORTIA! PORTIA! STOP IT!" She screamed, trying to flail herself away. Portia responded by going to her other side. Penny and Bessie watched her engaged with her odd nature, curious. Chelsea above now screamed at her as hard as she could. "Portia." Said the voice of Bessie. "Could we have a try?" "WHAT?" Screamed Chelsea in response. "Sure. Go ahead!" Penny and Bessie giggled excitedly, not knowing at all just how bad this was, and how could they? They were only curious children! Penny took one into her mouth, and Bessie the other, the sensations of two tongues, licking her, drove her mad! "YOU PERVERTED DISGUSTING LITTLE FREAKS!" Portia took that as compliment. "Why thanks Chelsea! We are perverted disgusting little freaks aren't we?" She said in a very sassy tone.

Saliva dripped from her frontal side, and Portia was ready to taste something different. "Okay guys. That's enough." Chelsea, now a bright red face, panting, breathing heavy, her sweaty salivated chest heaving painfully. "We're on to our next activity." Her tone was now very cruel. Chelsea felt a shudder run through her spine, noticing where Portia's eyes had been placed. Now, Chelsea felt a different emotion begin to run through her system. Fear, panic, adrenaline! "You, you guys...are, so...dead. When I get down from here, which, I will...you...are...so..." She didn't get to finish before she felt fingers running down her stomach, seeing her cousin, her young cousin leading them between her legs! Her voice, unlike before, was now a horrible torrent of pain, fear, agony, torture! Like the electricity running through the fence, she came alive as a finger, she felt, rubbing against her female area, her eyes clamped shut, and now, tears! Finally! She cried! Letting her mouth fall open, a primal, almost, inhuman scream came forth, the vivid sensations of fingers rubbing her narrow slit between her legs. Even her legs went red as her body shook with rage, shame and humiliation. Portia laughed mockingly, hearing her new screams of pain. if that wasn't painful enough, the younger cousin then took the shoelace tied the paper clip to it, and lashed it over her stomach. The cut wasn't deep, she didn't need it to be, didn't want it to be! She longed to further humiliate her first! Taking two fingers, she ran between her legs again, taunting a flesh, nerves writhing in a pleasured agony, this time, using her sharp nails to scrape her skin, causing her a bit of pain between her legs. She hit her with the weapon again, this time, cutting in deep, helping her scream louder. Motion came from her fingers now, rubbing her in deep, Portia even moaned to her, enhancing her sexual arousal. "You've got a real wet spot here Chelsea!" She teasingly remarked, digging in her fingers. "Get...your fingers...OUT OF ME!" Portia only smirked and rubbed her harder, causing her to scream again. "That won't be happening anytime soon! Bessie! Penny! Get over here, please!" She looked back at the two girls, and they were curiously watching one another, fingering there own pleasure spots. Penny was, it seemed, most entertained by her own strokes. "Hey! Over here!" They stopped with their fidgeting, and came over swiftly, Penny, pink in her face, feeling her own fingers inside of herself. Seeing this didn't faze Portia at all. But, seeing this, gave her a good idea. "Penny. Gloves please." "Okay, Portia." Said Penny, voice weak and quivering after her recent sensations. Portia only put on one of the rubber over her hands, readying herself.

Walking to the lever again, she flicked it on and within moments, Chelsea was screaming again. Portia then walked to her, holding the lace. She then yelled at her. "You've bossed me around for long enough!" She screamed, lashing her. Chelsea gave her a scream. "You yell at me!" Again with the painful metal strip. "You forced to me throw you this party!" Another time! "What did I get out of it?" This time, she lashed her over the chest, using the other glove to give her smack over her face. She then kicked snow on her, the water making her suffering worse. "NOTHING!" Portia on that word punched her in her face. "You threatened to kill me!" This time, she lashed the metallic strip over her lower female areas. That was the loudest thing out of her yet! "But, worst of all, YOU TRIED TO HARM MY FRIENDS!" With that, Portia licked over the clip, and she jammed the dull object into her urinary spot, even leading for her to bleed, and Chelsea let out her highest primal scream, the liquid of wet salivations, burning with the intense, and growing heat of conductive metal, eyes rolling into the back of her head, the tears, only causing her more assault upon her face. She then switched off the power, Chelsea's head going limp. Portia could see a few red spots on the ground, the cruel cousin, bleeding from her nose and her throbbing feminine area. Heavy breathing, raspy and pained, she slowly lifted her head to meet Portia, standing there, smiling. "I...I'm...I'm s, sorry." She whispered, voice, a shudder of a sound. Pain, a harsh pain, from within her lower body as Portia shoved her fist into her, using her nails to assault her fragile virgin insides, for blood to come leaking out. "Bessie! Penny! Time for some fun!"

The two came over swiftly, eager to play. Normally, the two would have been horrified by the sight of blood, and the sounds of agonized screams, realizing someone was being hurt by another person, but, by this point, a new found lust, desire, and vengeance started to over shadow them, curiosity, getting at their best side. "Penny...Bessie...go ahead. Tickle her...right there, where my hand is!" "Weird. I've never been tickled there." Bessie mused, observing the position of her hand. Penny understood, after feeling herself, and, still feeling herself in that area. "Oh! Oh! I'll do it!" Immediately, she found her...tickle spot, Chelsea continued to scream in protest, now, not doing much of anything to defend herself, despite the fact that Penny hadn't even touched her yet. She now knew that she was, truly and utterly entirely helpless, at the mercy of the young children. "No Penny. I'll show you the professional way to tickle someone here!" With that, Portia got down on all fours, and with a swift flick of her tongue, Chelsea groaned, now fully humiliated, but Portia Gibbons wasn't going to stop until she got what she, they deserved! With a few more swift licks, she drew away from between the legs of her cousin. "Who wants to go next?" Finally, Chelsea spoke, voice raspy and dry in utter submission. "P...Portia...please! I...I'm...I'm...sorry! So, so sorry! T, truthfully, completely...sorry!" Portia from her level could make out the tears streaming down her face, the fear, submission and truth in her eyes, but not even that much of a beaten puppy dog face would stop her! "Yeah, and I'm sorry to say I won't be stopping anytime soon!" Sneered Portia, holding her face in her hands and peering into her bloodshot pained eyes. Suddenly, her eyes grew wide, Chelsea, not even bothering to scream, as Bessie licked over her female under parts. Oddly enough, the feeling of tongue over her scraped and wounded feminine flesh was somehow relaxing and rather enjoyable. Portia could sense it, and she persisted with an action of her own. Taking her two female organs, and lightly caressing, taking the time to find their tip and giving her a small pinch every so often, just enough to stimulate her. Portia then made headway down her body, to discover how wet her cousin was! "Okay. Bessie. You go over here. Penny, over there. Now we're in for some real fun!" Portia took her time to lap away her liquids. Somehow, that cunning and skillful Portia managed to get all three into a position to where all of their tongues could taunt her female organs, Portia, quite proud of herself. "So...we're all going to be, licking...her?" Portia nodded. "There's even a special surprise when you're done!" Sneered the young cousin, already attacking her small swollen bud of flesh. Bessie and Penny quickly joined in, eager for the surprise she spoke of.

A moan came from above, and Portia was...somewhat surprised to find it, a moan of pleasure, or, what sounded like. She wasn't SUPPOSED to be enjoying this! However, hearing her apology, four times already, and after tasting her intoxicating female liquids, she figured, this was going to be worth it. Chelsea moaned a little louder, the sensations of three wet slabs of flesh, lightly coated in warm saliva, caressing and lubing her, was most arousing and pleasurable. She was warming up too, more so than before, and already, she could tell she was about to break. "You're so sorry Chelsea? Prove it!" Portia yelled, giving her a rather firm lick over her members. A shuddering gasp came from the now pleasured victim, her body shuddering in reaction. "I...I'm s, sorry...P, Portia!" The older cousin stammered, now overblown in her lustful pleasure, but still, highly humiliated, no matter how much she had been enjoying this. The fence they could hear started to rattle lightly as her muscles shuddered in a swarm of aching lust. She was getting close, and Portia could hardly wait for her dessert! Chelsea moaned again, much louder now. "So...S, so...sorry!" Her breathes picked up and quickened, her heart racing, steam rising off of her bare violated body. "Just...don't, don't stop...whatever, you do!" Portia met her eyes. "You bet I won't! You've learned your lesson, Chelsea! No one messes with Portia Gibbons and gets away with it!" Portia then began to slide her tongue well within her chambers, and devoured her own cousin from the inside out, working her as fast as she could. Portia didn't want to give her too much satisfaction! It was supposed to be torture! Portia needed for her orgasm to be as swift, and short lived as possible! "Go faster you two!" Portia ordered, thrusting in her oral organ as far and with as much force as she could, trying her best to make this as fast as possible. Suddenly, Chelsea felt her eyes roll back into her head, letting out a howl of a scream, and burst out, all over the faces of the children, who, all but one, instinctively drew away, Portia ensuring to get as much of the liquid as she could. Bessie and Penny walked over, to take a taste of this strange solution before them. "Is...is this the surprise you were talking about?" Asked Bessie, looking at the fluid. "Sure is!" Portia said, swiping her fingers in the puddle below and quickly devouring. Bessie seemed vaguely interested in the taste, but Penny took in as much as she could. "Penny. I didn't know you had such good taste!" Exclaimed Portia, still finishing her fill. "It looks like frosting, but it sure doesn't taste like frosting! Besides, I'm starving!" "Eat up Penny! There's plenty more where this came from!" Portia remarked, peering up at her worn and exhausted cousin. Bessie slowly joined in, and soon found herself enjoying the taste of her fluids. "You had better have learned your lesson Chelsea!" She scorned, staring into the older ones eyes. She could indeed tell, there was no need for further torment, and quickly removed the restraints, all three of them backing away. Sure enough, she could hardly walk, stand even! She had to hold on to the fence just for support, staring back at Portia through worried, shameful and scarred eyes! "Okay guys. Our job is done. Let's get out of here." A grunt came from behind. "Oh. I would take you...but you are so officially not my cousin! You said so yourself." With that, the three walked off, leaving Chelsea to fend for herself.