Beverly's childhood bedroom was a time capsule, a shrine to a simpler time that she had long since left behind. But as she paced the room, her mind consumed by a dark desire, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of nostalgia.
Her eyes landed on her younger self, cowering in the corner like a weak, frightened thing. A wicked smile spread across her face as she approached the girl, her movements predatory and confident.
"Look at you," she sneered, towering over the younger Beverly. "A mere child, still so innocent and pure. It's pathetic, really."
Young Beverly tried to run, but Beverly was too quick. She tackled the girl to the ground, her grip tight and unyielding. The younger Beverly's eyes were wide with fear as she looked up at her older self, but Beverly only felt a rush of excitement.
Her mind was a whirlwind of lust and rage as she began to touch herself, groaning and panting as she did so. She forced her younger self to watch, deriving pleasure from the girl's fear and disgust.
"You like that, don't you?" Beverly taunted, her voice dripping with malice. "You like watching me touch myself, you dirty little slut. You want me to teach you how to do it, don't you?"
Pennywise appeared, taking the form of Ben Hanscom. Beverly's eyes lit up with excitement as she saw the fake Ben, her desire for him mixing with her desire for power and control.
"Undress," she ordered, her voice sharp and commanding. She watched with amusement as the fake Ben struggled out of his clothes, his face contorted with confusion and fear.
Beverly forced her younger self to do the same, sneering as she saw the girl's trembling hands. She reveled in the power she held, calling her younger self "a dirty little slut" and "a disgusting creature."
"Fuck her," she ordered the fake Ben, her voice dripping with malice. She watched as the fake Ben forced himself upon the younger Beverly, enjoying the sight of the girl's violation.
Beverly joined in, making her younger self lick her cunt as she continued to fuck the fake Ben. She reveled in the power she held, calling her younger self "a dirty little slut" and "a disgusting creature."
As she reached her climax, moaning and groaning with pleasure, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. The fake Ben followed suit, filling young Beverly's mouth and pussy with his rotten sperm.
Beverly collapsed on the bed, spent and satisfied. She looked at her younger self, still trembling and crying, and laughed.
"You'll get used to it," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "You'll learn to like it."
And as she closed her eyes, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride. She had claimed her power, her dominance. And she would never let it go.
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