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My Life as a Teenage Voraphile [resurrected story] - Page 403 - Stacy - By NagaFood - Overview
Stacy is gorgeous. She’s an auburn haired, elfin beauty with deep sea green eyes, an hour glass figure and a personality that can peel paint at 50 yards. Stacy thinks of herself as a Queen who rules over men and sometimes other women.

You still remember the day when she decided that you should be one of her man whore’s. Despite her small size she managed to knock you on your rear and plant her high heeled foot on your chest. “You’re my bitch, now. One day I’ll end you but if you please me I’ll make it an ending that’ll have you smiling to your grave.” Her eyes then narrowed and she dug her heel into your chest. “Displease me and I’ll make it, long, humiliating and painful.”

Ever since then you’ve been one of her entourage. She calls you at all hours and expects you to drop whatever you are doing to take care of her wants and desire’s.

There was a time when you considered defying her, but then you saw her vore someone who displeased her. You still have nightmare’s of what she did to him. On the plus side she is a woman of her word. When another man’s time came, and he’d done as she’d wanted he did go out with a smile.

Still you’d rather not die and hope to find a way out of this.

It's Friday night and you had been planning on going out with a few of your friends and catch a flick, but Stacy called and told you to get over to her place. You quickly called and cancelled your plans with your friends and grabbed your overnight bag before heading out to her place. When you pull up to her driveway, you notice that none of her other boytoy's cars are outside, which is pretty strange because usually she has several with her at a time, whether she goes out with her equally snobby girlfriends, wants some hot and sweaty fucking, or just plain wants a guy in her belly. A little anxious at what is going on, you walk up to her porch and press the doorbell.

Despite being in college, Stacy still lives with her mom and younger sister to help conserve her money. Her mother is a very dominating woman just like Stacy, never having been married. Both her daughters have different fathers, since her dates never live passed the second date. You've met the woman on several occasions, and she has no qualms about snatching up one of Stacy's boytoys who stray to far from the rest of the group. She is even more beautiful than her daughter, with marvelous red hair and an impressive rack, but her dreadful personality sends shivers up your spine. Sara is Stacy's younger sister, a junior in high school. She's sixteen with a more tomboyish figure, her hair more a reddish orange than the fiery red locks of her family. Unlike her mother and sister, Sara is more into one on one relationships, having had only two boyfriends since you've know her. The first one moved away last year, and the second one she ate last week when she found out he was cheating on her. You swear out of the corner of your eye you've seen her staring at you, but whenever you turn to look she acts as if she is doing something else. She is also a bit of a tomboy, prefering comfortable, casual clothes to fancy dresses.

After a few moments of waiting you hear a girl call out for you to come in. You can't tell whose it is, so you open the door and enter. Inside waiting for you is....
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