Beverly's childhood bedroom was supposed to be a sanctuary, a place where she could escape the horrors of her past. But as she paced back and forth in the small space, memories of Pennywise flooded her mind, threatening to consume her.
She let out a maniacal laugh, her eyes glazed over as she succumbed to the creature's control. "Pennywise," she called out, her voice dripping with malice. "Come to me, my love."
The room filled with a thick, red fog, and when it cleared, Pennywise was standing before her. But he had taken the form of Ben, the boy she had once loved.
Adult Beverly's eyes lit up with lust. "Ben... is that you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Fake Ben smiled, his teeth sharp and pointed. "Of course it is, Beverly. I'm here to give you what you want."
Adult Beverly's grip on his collar was tight as she pulled him in for a kiss, her body pressing against his. She ran her hands over his chest, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles.
"I always hated this room," she said, her voice filled with bitterness. "It's so small and cramped. Just like I remember."
She turned her attention to her younger self, who was cowering in the corner. "Well, well, well, look who it is. My innocent, weak little self."
She approached the young girl, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. "You know, I always hated this curly mop of yours. It's so... messy."
She ran her fingers through the young girl's hair, her touch cold and menacing. The young girl flinched at the older woman's touch, but didn't dare to move.
Adult Beverly's hand traveled down to the young girl's chest, squeezing it roughly. "And these little buds. So small and perky. Just like I remember."
She leaned in, her breath hot on the young girl's face. "I bet you're still as tight as a virgin, aren't you?"
The young girl whimpered, tears streaming down her face. Adult Beverly's expression turned dark. "Shut up, you little brat. You don't know what real pain is."
She ripped open the young girl's shirt, exposing her bare chest. "Pennywise!" she called out again. "Come to me, my love."
Fake Ben smiled, his teeth glinting in the dim light. "Of course, Beverly. I'm here to give you what you want."
Adult Beverly's grip on Fake Ben's collar tightened as she pulled him in for another kiss, her body pressing against his. The young girl watched in horror as the two of them began to undress each other, their hands roaming over each other's bodies.
Adult Beverly pushed Fake Ben onto the bed, climbing on top of him. She looked over at her younger self, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Watch, little one. Watch and learn."
Fake Ben thrust into adult Beverly, their bodies moving in sync. Adult Beverly reached down, grabbing the young girl's chin. "Lick her cunt, you little slut. Make her scream."
Young Beverly shook her head, but adult Beverly's grip on her chin didn't falter. She forced the young girl's face between her legs, moaning as she felt the girl's tongue on her.
Fake Ben's movements became more and more erratic as he fucked adult Beverly, his body tensing with each thrust. Adult Beverly's moans turned into screams of pleasure, her body shaking with each movement.
Fake Ben's movements became faster and faster, until he finally released, filling adult Beverly's pussy with his rotten seed. Adult Beverly pulled the young girl's face up, her mouth covered in the foul substance.
"Swallow it, you little whore. Every last drop."
Young Beverly gagged, but adult Beverly's grip on her chin didn't falter. The chapter ended with the sound of young Beverly's weak girlish whimpers, muffled by the taste of Fake Ben's rotten sperm.
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