Once upon a time, there was a woman who had a daughter that had skin white as snow, a mouth red as blood, and hair black as ebony. These were not the girl's natural colours, but she was into goth, and used hair dye and make-up to look that way. She wasn't the woman's real daughter either, but her stepdaughter.
The two of them lived alone together, after the girl's father had died. This wasn't a very happy arrangement, as they didn't get along very well. The woman was very jealous of her stepdaughter, who was young and pretty (in spite of the heavy make-up), and had big tits and a firm ass. The girl was rebellious and full of herself, like most teenagers are, and she enjoyed making all of her stepmother's male friends drool after her instead of her stepmother.
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When the girl turned 18, they had a small party. Both of them were relived that she finally turned 18, so that she could move away from home. During the party, the girl, whose name was Chloë, went out into the garden to have a little fresh air. She didn't like the cigarette smoke inside the house. She leaned against a tree and looked up at the starry night sky.
"What are you doing out here all alone, little Chloë?" said a voice.
Chloë turned around and saw one of her stepmother's lovers standing there; his eyes gliding over her body in an unmistakably lustful way.
"Just wanted a little fresh air," said Chloë, and leaned closer to him.
"My, Chloë, you've grown," said the man, and put a hand around one of her big tits. "You're a grown woman now!"
"Well, I'm 18," said Chloë. "I'm of legal age..."
She didn't have to say anymore. The man pulled off her blouse, freed her from her bra, kissed her big breasts, and sucked like a baby on her puffy pink nipples, until they turned into had little knobs. Chloë moaned with pleasure.
"Suck me!" said the man, and pushed Chloë down on her knees.
Chloë opened his trousers and took out his semi-hard tool. She took all of it in her mouth and sucked on it until it got hard and thick. The man held her head in a firm grip and fucked her mouth rapidly. He was just about to come when they were interrupted.
"What the fuck are you doing???"
Chloë and the man hastily drew away from each other. The wicked stepmother stared at them, furious.
"Chloë, go to your room," she said. "I'll deal with you in the morning."
Chloë picked up her clothes and ran back into the house.
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The wicked stepmother staid up all night, fuming with rage, and plotting how to get rid of Chloë, who she now knew would steal all her lovers away from her. At first, she thought of different ways to make Chloë ugly, but then decided that such a punishment wasn't enough - Chloë had to die! The next morning, she made a phone call...
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The wicked stepmother walked into the kitchen where Chloë was eating her breakfast.
"You're not staying one more night in this house," said the wicked stepmother. I've arranged for a moving company to drive your stuff over to a youth shelter this afternoon."
Chloë made a face, but there was nothing she could do about it, so she went to her room to start packing. At 2 PM, a large van marked "Hunter's Moving Company" pulled up next to the house. A tall, beefy guy named Hunter helped Chloë get her stuff onto the van, and off they went. At first, Chloë was merely staring out of the window, sulking, but then she woke up from her self-pity and really started to LOOK outside the window.
"Where are we going?" she said.
To her shock, Hunter drew a big knife.
"You're getting off at the next stop," he said
