A foggy Halloween night in Butte, Montana. Kelly Cross was in a very kinky mood on her eighteenth birthday. She was finally old enough to fuck any adult man (or woman) she wanted, whenever she wanted. A flaming hot goth girl, ready to light up the town. Her new boyfriend Jake Savage was also barely legal. He took her out to a costume party, wearing a Frank-N-Furter "sweet transvestite" costume while Kelly wore a skimpy bondage harness from kink.com. She literally couldn't get any sexier.
"Damn, honey!" her friend Carrie exclaimed. "You're begging for a #MeToo snafu!"
"Bring it on," Kelly replied proudly. "I'm eighteen now, and I'm gonna make the whole world pay for my fucked-up childhood."
She hit the dance floor in Carrie's living room, gyrating like hell to crappy techno music. Those high school boys couldn't stop staring at her tits and ass, barely covered with black leather in the most conservative state in America. Girls also admired her, and not just the LGBTQIA+ "Fuck the patriarchy!" ones. Jake twerked her ass like a twerk machine, and then he wandered over to Raven, a purple-haired freshman at Butte High School. He flirted like crazy with that emo witch in a Hermione costume. Kelly frowned while fingering her pentagram necklace, looking forward to getting her boy-toy out of that
Rocky Horror
get-up and whipping him raw.
She got buzzed on dirt-cheap beer and twerked on Jake's ass. She finally dragged him out of Carrie's house, and they cruised through town in his cheap Korean car with the windows down, passing plenty of trick-or-treaters. She played "Reign in Blood" by Slayer on her phone while floating her right hand through the fog.
"Tricking-or-treating is a really stupid tradition, when you stop and think about it," Jake mused. "Even stupider than passing Valentines."
"Yeah, whatever," Kelly murmured. She stroked his black leather vest and black leather panties. "I'm so fucking hot, baby. I wanna turn a trick on your ass."
"That's right, Kinky Kelly. You're a naughty fucking whore."
"You're the naughty one, boy. I'm gonna punish you real fucking hard."
"Punish me at my house. My parents are at a party, and they won't be back till midnight."
"Great idea, Frank-N-Furter." (She didn't feel like going back to her own depressing house with her drunk-ass father.)
Jake drove to his parent's house on Maverick Lane, parking behind a truck with a bumper sticker that read: "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl."
"Let's go upstairs and play with your parent's toys," Kelly beamed. "I'm gonna whoop you like your daddy whoops your momma."
"I'll race you up there!"
Kelly beat him up the stairs, ripped off his costume, and handcuffed him to a brass headboard.
"Make it hurt, bitch."
"You will address me as Mistress!"
"Yes, Mistress."
She lit some candles that were scattered around the bedroom, and played "Cowboys from Hell" by Pantera on her phone.
"Some vintage glam metal to set the mood," she mused. She took off her leather bra and thong, leaving the leather harness straps fastened around her slender torso. She tossed her jet-black hair and browsed a shelf full of kinky accoutrements.
"I think I'll try the kitty."
She picked out a red cat o' nine tails and got right down to business, lashing his ripped chest. She wasn't very strong, but she still made it hurt, making him rattle those brass bars.
"You're a naughty boy, screwing around with slutty goth girls!"
She whipped his chest three more times, and he groaned in half-pain, half-pleasure. It was a logical form of therapy after her cowboy daddy whipped her like a stallion for ten fucking years.
"I don't screw around any more, Mistress. You're the only goth girl for me."
"Bullshit! Guys like you never learn. You just keep fucking up until you're fucking done."
She whipped his chest six more times.
"Are you cheating on me with Raven, that fucking skank freshman?"
"No, Mistress. I'm your loyal slave."
"Don't fucking lie to me! You were flirting like hell with that purple-haired witch."
She twisted both his nipples. He groaned loudly and rattled the bars louder.
"I'm not banging her, Mistress! I fucking swear! We were just talking about
Halloween Kills.
"
"Well, you better
not
touch her, you hear me? You're fucking mine!"
She whipped his chest ten times in rapid succession. He clearly enjoyed it, as evidenced by his erect penis.
"Naughty boy, getting a hard-on just thinking about that goddamn witch."
She whipped him square on the dick, and he buckled in agony.
"God, you crazy fucking bitch!"
"
You're
a crazy fucking bitch!"
She whipped it twenty times in a blur of red leather, stinging every square inch. Getting nice and wet between her own legs. She worked her clit with one hand while whipping his balls with the other.
"Tell me that hurts so good!"
He hesitated, and she whipped his prick even harder.
"Fucking say it!"
"That hurts so good, Mistress! Make it hurt some more!"
