The Bitch's Oven

"Ha ha ha!!!" Jennifer roared. "Only the greatest I have ever experienced. Yes Robin you gave me too many to count. And they were luscious and hot and wet as hell. I love your tongue." Jennifer didn't exaggerate.

"Thank you." Robin answered shyly, smiling to herself. "What does it feel like…I mean…I don't think I have had any…you know, I'm not sure but I don't think I have had any." Robin was genuinely concerned.

"Oh baby, let's talk about this tomorrow. Believe me you will know when you start having them, you will know." Jennifer yawned hinting to Robin that sleep would be nice just now.

"Jen?" Robin started again.

"What honey?" Jennifer answered with a surrendering laugh.

"Will you teach me to control guys the way you do?" Robin asked.

"What do you mean sweetie?" Jen replied.

"You know, the way you controlled those guys tonight?" Robin was getting drowsier by the minute.

"What men, where?" Jen would go to her grave denying any part in Robin's rape.

"You know…control…those men?" Robin was only half conscious now.

"You control men between their legs, and yes I will teach you how control them. You will be ruling every man around this place in no time." Jen was about to join Robin in sweet slumber.

Robin's body was rising and falling so gently under Jennifer's arm. Jennifer had never felt so peaceful and content. She guilty for the way they had treated Robin earlier but the results to their actions had opened this little one up like Jennifer had never dreamed would happen. He caressed her hair lovingly.

Jennifer thought as she drifted off to sleep, "funny, I set out tonight to run this bitch off, instead I have created a monster. A wonderful beautiful sweet monster. Well, after all, isn't that what Halloween is for?