A Very Bad Girl
" No..., now forget it...you're not going out tonight!"
" But dad..., please, please can I go to the party...my friend, Jennifer, said it'll be real cool!"
" I said no, young lady, now that's final..., with that report card you just brought home...you're gonna spend every weekend for the next month upstairs in your room studying..., you're grades gotta improve."
" But dad...?"
Suddenly, Amy's father, Mike, lowered his fist to the kitchen table, yelling, " The answer's no...if you ask me again about that stupid party...you'll spend the next two months upstairs!"
Frightened by her father, the sixteen year old sexy brunette, her shoulder length mane pushed to the side, simply looked down at her dinner plate and finished her supper, eating her food as both her mom and dad did the same.
Less than twenty minutes later, the frustrated teenager raised her terrific denim covered ass from the chair and strolled from the kitchen, walking through the livingroom, and then going upstairs to her room.
The door closed, Amy simply flopped her butt to the mattress, pulled off her black western boots, and then laid herself back, staring up at the ceiling, playing away at the buttons on her flannel shirt, knowing she wouldn't be going anywhere this Friday night.
Downstairs in the kitchen, the husband and wife finished off their meal when Mike got up and ventured out to the livingroom, saying, " Ok..., Sarah...I'm gonna watch the news."
" No problem...I'll take care of the kitchen.", replied the good looking sandy-haired middle-aged woman as she raised her nice posterior from the chair and started cleaning up.
Finally, the woman was through in the kitchen when she joined her husband in the livingroom. Dressed in her usual attire, a light colored and well fitting causal pants, a blouse, and sox, Sarah placed her butt down to the sofa and stared at the picture tube, hearing, " For the last few days there's been a number of UFO reports in the Hamilton township area..."
In response to what she just heard from the local news reporter. Sarah exclaimed, " Hamilton...that's us!"
" Yea, yea..., Sarah...it's all bullshit...some asshole probably making up crap to bring in outsiders..., stimulate the local economy...you know that shit works at times...it's the same with all the other junk, you know..., the bigfoot stuff and all..."
" But they said a number of people saw the thing...see...they're now telling somemore..., they say it's a flying saucer."
" That's my whole point...the same old bullshit..., can't they come up with a new line or something..., man..., that UFO stuff's getting old, old and boring."
" But...?"
" C'mon Sarah..., I gotta put up with all of Amy's stupid shit...don't tell me you're gonna start too...?"
Since he was the boss in the family, Sarah knew when to stop, saying, " Yea..., guess you're right..., oh well."
When the news ended, Mike said to his attractive wife, " I rented this after work today...heard it's pretty good."
" What is it?", asked the lady as she took up the VHS tape and studied its jacket, nodding her head, and saying, " Ok..., yea, let's watch it."
Seconds later, the movie was in the VCR and the two just sat there, watching the flick. Fifteen seconds later, the guy suggested, " Sarah..., go get me a beer...will you?"
Quickly, the lady raised her ass from the sofa and strolled into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator, and removing a can. Back in the livingroom, the submissive housewife opened the thing and gave it to her husband, parking her butt afterward.
Outside, the weather was a pleasant eighty three degrees. Being an August evening, they left the livingroom patio sliding door open, the entrance leading out to their private swimming pool going with their expensive two story home in the small suburban township, no home in the area under three hundred thousand dollars in value.
Ten minutes before the movie ended, Mike and Sarah were still obviously sitting there on the sofa, looking at the screen, the TV being the only source of light since it was now already dark out, the sun setting over the horizon about twenty minutes ago.
Her eyes on the tube, Sarah suddenly asked, " What is that?"
" What, Sarah?"
" I don't know...don't you hear that?"
Reaching for the remote, Mike turned down the TV's volume and listened on, his face slightly twisted with confusion, saying, " Yea..., I hear something too...a weird humming sound."
" I think it's coming from outside on the patio."
The now almost empty beer can in his other hand, Mile laid down the remote and got up, turning on the ceiling light. A second later, Sarah got up as well, walking behind her husband.
When the guy stepped out upon the large spacious patio, he looked up and saw an illuminated disk shaped object hovering fifteen feet or so above the pool area.
Frightened, the woman yelled, " Be careful..., Mike!", as the man ventured outside and she stayed back, cowering next to the sliding door.
" It's a flying saucer!", exclaimed Sarah, watching her husband stroll up and stand directly beneath the thing.
Looking back at his wife, Mike grinned and answered, " It's probably some asshole playing tricks on us...he's probably got it filled with helium and is flying that thing around here...trying to make some news!"
" I don't know...it looks real to me!"
His gaze returned to the weird object, the guy yelled up to it, " Hey jerk..., fuckhead, get that piece of shit away from my property or I'll call the cops..., understand, I ain't fucking around...get the hell outta here!"
Nothing, the thing just hovered, humming away, a few lights on its side blinking on and off.
" Mike..., what if it's really from outer space?"
" Whoever's doing this is gonna get his ass kicked from here all the way up to the moon if he doesn't leave right now!", exclaimed Mike. Yelling on, Sarah's husband screamed, " I said get the hell outta here!"
He got no response from the strange looking craft. As a result, the angry man brought the beer can back over his head and then aimed, throwing the metal can upward, the object finally striking the ship's underside. To his slight surprise, the craft was indeed made of some metallic substance, indicated by the sound of the can's impact.
After the can fell to the ground, Mike was suddenly startled by a ray of red light emerging from the saucer's underside. In no time, the man was engulfed by a red glow, overcome by a subatomic particle beam!
" What's going on...I don't get it!"
" Oh no..., Mike...no..., you're...!"
" What...what's going on, Sarah..., everything seems like it's...!"
" No..., I don't believe what I'm seeing!", screamed Sarah, watching in horror as her husband shrank and shrank, getting smaller and smaller!"
In only seconds, the man was reduced to an insignificant two inches in height! Next, without warning, the craft took off, speeding up and away into the night, never to be seen again.
Her hand to her mouth, Sarah just stood there for a few moments, shaking while her husband's head went back and forth in fear and confusion.
" Sarah..., help, please...I'm shrunk..., please help!"
Still afraid, the lady looked up toward the darkened sky and then returned her attention to tiny Mike standing fifteen feet away upon the concrete, about two yards from the pool's edge. At last, the frightened lady worked up the courage to venture out and cautiously stroll up to the reduced guy. When she got to him, her husband stared straight at her feet and then worked his gaze up and up until he finally looked into her eyes.
" Sarah, please...help me...you gotta call the police or something!"
A perplexed look on her terrified face, Sarah was just about to turn around and do as he suggested when all of a sudden she heard from back inside the home, " What's going on here...I heard dad yelling about something...so I came down to take a look."
" Amy...come here, it's your father...something horrible's happened to him!"
" What do you mean, mom, I don't see him...where'd he go anyway?"
" Here...just come here!"
Venturing over in her shirt, jeans, and sox, sexy Amy finally stood next to her mother, looked down toward her feet, and then exclaimed, " What the hell...is that...?"
Her voice shaking, Sarah answered, " Yes Amy... it's him, you father!"
" How did this happen?", asked the good looking daughter, squatting now, inspecting her dad a little closer now.
" A flying saucer came over the house...when your father went out to look at it, it shot some beam at him, shrank him..., then it went away real fast!"
" You mean a real flying saucer came here over this house?"
" Yea...it shrank him!"
Upon hearing her father yell, " Please Amy...help me!", the startled, but also increasingly curious, girl reached for the back of his shirt and finally dangled him from her fingertips, standing up in the process as well. After she stood straight again, hot Amy shifted her weight, placed her free hand on her hip, and brought the guy closer and closer to her pretty face, saying, " Holy fucken shit...it's really him..., it's my old man...shrunk down to two tiny inches!"
Again, he begged, " Please Amy...get me help!"
" Help?"
" Yes...like I was telling your mom a moment ago...go in and call the cops...dial 911!"
" I'll do it.", said Sarah, starting for the patio door.
Following her mother with her dad still hanging from her fingers, Amy finally stepped into the home and watched Sarah approach the livingroom's phone. However, when the woman was three feet from the receiver resting upon an end table, Amy yelled out, " No..., wait...I've gotta say something first!"
Curious what her daughter had to say, Sarah turned around and asked with concern in her voice, " What Sarah...what is it?"
" I don't think we should call for help or tell anyone."
" Why?"
Her face relaxed now and radiating confidence, Amy looked down at the tiny helpless creature in her hand and replied, " A number of reasons."
" What?"
" Well...first of all...if we report this, the government's gonna take us out of circulation...question us...I mean, we're talking about some heavy stuff here...whoever did this has technology way beyond our own...you know the feds are gonna wanna know everything...we're talking about actual proof of extraterrestrial life...this is serious shit...our lives'll never be the same...we may as well die and go straight to hell!"
Listening to Amy's words, Sarah asked, " Ok...and what else?"
" Money."
" Money?"
" Yea...he's got a life insurance policy on himself for a half million...that's five hundred thousand bucks...if we just report him missing...who knows..., after a year or so the insurance company might pay up...we'll be set for life...the rest of out lives'll be great!"
Upon hearing his daughter's words, Mike yelled, " Amy..., you're crazy..., Sarah...call 911...do it, don't listen to her!"
" You're father's right...we gotta call..."
" But we could be rich and have our fucken peace as well..., why?"
" Because he's your father...don't you care about him, Amy..., do you wanna see him like this for the rest of his life?"
Looking down at him, she sarcastically remarked, " Hey...if he stays this way...he can't ground me anymore..., ha, ha!"
Up into her face, Mike yelled, " This ain't funny!"
" In a way it is..., I mean..., at the dinner table you were the big boss here, slamming your fist down and shit..., now, ha, ha..., you're in my hand, no higher than a toothpick...totally at my mercy..., yea...it's funny all right, damn fucken funny!"
" Sarah...call 911..., forget about her...don't listen to this teenage punk!"
" What did you just call me?"
Ignoring her, he yelled, " Sarah..., pick up the phone, please!"
Right when Amy was about to say something else to her father, give him a piece of her mind, the girl's mother turned around and went for the phone, obviously wishing to dial the emergency service. Seeing this, Amy stomped her feet, yelling, " No..., mom, no, why..., I want that fucken money!"
Not paying attention to her daughter, Sarah reached for the receiver. Suddenly, Amy ran to the second end table at the sofa's far side and quickly used her free hand to grab a three foot high lamp having a circular metal base. As fast as she could, the determined selfish girl brought the thing up and then crashed it down, down upon her mother's head. After the lady fell to the floor, Amy struck again, making sure the poor woman was dead, cracking her mother's skull wide open!
Out of breath, the daughter just stood there for thirty seconds, the reality of what she just did starting to sink in.
His eyes wide open with fear, Mike yelled, " You just killed your own mother...you bashed her head in!"
Finally getting herself together, Amy didn't waste another second. Quickly, she set her dad down to the livigroom's table and lowered the lamp to the floor.
" What are you doing...where are you going?", cried the man, watching his super sexy teenage daughter run to the kitchen and then return with a simple paper towel.
The lamp back in her hand again, Amy wiped its base clean and returned the thing to the end table. Looking around, Amy's eyes finally fell upon a large heavy brass paperweight resting upon a desk at one corner of the livingroom, the same desk her father used for taking care of all his financial stuff. Determined to conceal her crime, Amy went over to the piece of furniture and took up the paperweight, using the napkin, and returned to her dead mother, the woman laying face down, a pool of blood forming on the floor at the side of her temple. Squatting, Amy moved the weight toward her mother's head and slowly moved it back and forth a few times through the dead lady's hair, making sure the brass thing took up some microscopic bits and pieces of Sarah's scalp. That done, the evil girl dropped the object to the floor, allowing it to rest three feet from her mother's body.
" Amy..., why...you can't be serious!", yelled little Mike, watching the girl stand up and venture over to the phone, dialing 911.
" Hello..., emergency, how can we help you?"
Faking distress, Amy cried into the receiver, " It's my mom..., she's dead...my dad just killed her...he smashed something into her head...!"
" You mean your father killed your mother?"
" Yea...please...I need someone here right away...I'm scared!"
" Where's your father now?"
" I don't know..., he dropped the thing and ran out the front door!"
" Ok..., we'll have a unit there in no time...just stay calm!"
" Ok...please hurry!"
" We will."
Since they lived in a small town, the girl knew it would be only minutes before the police arrive, maybe sooner. As a result, the young lady quickly bent down and grabbed her terrified little father. The guy in her hand, evil dark-haired Amy ran into the kitchen and looked around, trying to find a place to hide him while the cops are in the house. Seeing the refrigerator, she ran over and pulled open the door. Her eyes immediately fell upon a half full plastic jug of orange juice. Amy reached for it and dropped him in, watching her dad quickly come back to the surface, screaming, " No..., Amy, please...get me out!"
" Fuck you!" was all she said as she replaced the plastic container and shut the refrigerator's door.
Back in the livingroom, Amy turned her head and stared out the front window, the view leading directly out to the darkened street. Sure enough, as expected, a police cruiser came to a screeching halt before the home, it's lights flashing. Out stepped two officers dressed in blue, running up to the front door.
" In here...in here!", yelled Amy, opening the door for the two guys.
Once inside, the men went straight up to the corpse, looked at it, and then asked, " You said on the phone that your dad ran out the front door?"
" Yes."
" How many cars does your family have?"
" One."
" There's no other vehicle?"
" No."
Looking at the second cop, the officer asking the questions said, " Ok...that means he ran off on foot...I saw a car in the drive right before I stepped inside...since it's their only means of transportation, he must've simply ran off..., I'll call the station and let 'em know...set up a man hunt."
His walkie talkie in hand now, the cop sent the message to the station, telling them of a possible fugitive on the run, somewhere in town.
" We'll probably get him...he can't go far."
Moments later, another car pulled up, an unmarked civilian car. Out stepped a man dressed in a suit and tie, the guy finally entering the home as well.
After checking out the corpse for a second, the man said to Amy, " Hello..., I'm detective Mathews with the Hamilton police department...I take it you're the girl who called and this is obviously your mother?"
" Yes."
" I'm sorry this all had to happen..." Going on, he said, " I'm gonna have to spend the rest of the evening here for a few hours...after that, I'll be back tomorrow morning to finish up gathering evidence and stuff..., the body'll be taken to the coroner's place tonight...by tomorrow afternoon, the place here'll be yours again..., understand?"
Nodding her head, Amy complied with everything the cops wanted.
After detective Mathews asked her a bunch of questions about what she "saw", Amy finally sat her ass down in the kitchen and simply waited and waited while the cops gathered this and that, taking pictures of the crime scene as well. From overhead, she heard helicopters, obviously from the police, searching for her father, thinking he was out there on the run.
At last, after three and a half hours, Amy's mother was taken out on a stretcher as the detective went up to the girl in the kitchen, saying, " Ok..., we're done for today...like I mentioned..., we'll be back tomorrow..., hopefully your dad'll be in custody be then. Also, please don't clean the floor yet...do that tomorrow after we're finally finished."
" Ok.", answered Amy, watching everyone leave.
All alone now, the devious girl listened on as the helicopters kept searching and searching the immediate area, trying to find Mike. Grinning, Amy raised her perfect ass and strolled up to the refrigerator, opened it, and removed the jug.
" Please Amy..., get me out!"
" Yea, yea...don't worry.", replied the girl, reaching in and pulling him up by one of his tiny arms.
With the plastic jug returned, Amy shut the door and went over to the sink, saying, " Man...look at you, you're soaked!" Next, the girl stripped her father, tearing away at his clothes until he was all naked, dropping the small delicate clothing into the drain when she then flicked a switch and listened on as the garbage disposer destroyed all the "evidence".
Her father in hand, Amy locked up the place, turned off all the lights, and headed upstairs. In her bedroom, the girl tossed the tiny two inch high naked man to the mattress and then lowered her curvaceous denim covered ass, parking the beautiful thing only a half foot away from her dad! Looking up alongside her butt, Mike finally focused his eyes upon her face and yelled, " Amy..., please...don't do this...I can't believe what you just did!"
" Why...? It all makes perfect sense...now that mom's really dead...I'll collect on her life insurance as well...a hundred thousand...and that'll come much sooner...maybe a month or so."
" But we're your parents...!"
" So...what are you trying to get at?"
" What do you mean, Amy..., don't you care about us..., you're a killer...this ain't right!"
" This is the twenty first century..., no one gives a shit about anyone but themselves..., I'm no different."
" We're talking murder here...!"
" It doesn't make any fucken difference...I'll get away with it...that's all that matters..., when they realize they can't find you...at some point they'll give up..., after that...I collect and live it up!"
" Your mom and I didn't raise you that way..., the correct thing for you to do is turn yourself in and tell the truth!"
" Yea?", mocked the girl.
" Yes...please!"
Slowly, the young lady reached for her dad and held him in the palm of her right hand, moving the guy up close to her pretty face. Staring into her dark eyes, he heard, " You thought you were fucken big..., ordering me around and shit...telling me I'm grounded..., well..., things are a little different now...aren't they..., I'm the boss now!"
" Amy...be reasonable!"
" I am reasonable...for me that is..., you've been a fucken pain in my ass for as long as I can remember, always yelling at me for this and that!"
" I'm your father...it's my job!"
" I can handle myself... I don't need an asshole like you to tell me what to do!"
" Amy...I'm your father...I love you...please take my advice, turn yourself in...you're still a minor...you're almost sure of getting out in five to ten years or even less..., then you can start life over again..., please!"
Laughing, she replied, " Ha..., I bet you love me!"
" What do you mean?"
" Oh...don't give me that crap..., ever since I was eleven or twelve I've noticed the way you look at me at times when you think I can't see you!"
" Amy...what are you saying?"
" Just last week...when I had this room's door open..., remember?"
" No..., I don't know what you're talking about!"
" Remember..., I was laying stomach down on this bed with my face away from the door, toward the window...I was reading a book, you happened to quietly stole on by..., then you stopped and just stared...stared on and on...I know that look!"
" No I didn't!"
" Yea you did, jerk..., I saw you!"
" How could you see me if your face was aimed in the opposite direction?"
" I had my make up kit lying on the bed beside me...I saw you in the mirror, watching me...lust on your fucken face...your eyes were glued to my ass!"
His face red with embarrassment, the man nevertheless pleaded on, " Amy..., that's nothing compared to what you just did...you killed your mother...this is serious!"
" So what you did is nothing?"
" Yea...compared to killing someone...obviously!"
" You wanna know what's nothing?"
" What?"
" You..., you're nothing...nothing but a fucken piece of shit..., you know that dad?"
Inspite of his tiny size and fear, Mike got angry with her and yelled up into her face, " I'll do whatever it takes to see that you're turned in...see that you pay..., if I ever get away from you...I'll report you...I'll see that you're put behind bars, bitch!"
" Fuckyou..., you bastard...lusting after your own daughter..., you scum..., you probably lay awake every night jacking off at the idea of getting down in my pants!"
Contrary to his previous concern for her well being, the insulted little man screamed, " I guess your mother was right after all!"
" What...what are you talking about?"
" When she found out she was pregnant...pregnant with you..."
" What did she say?"
" She wanted an abortion...I talked her out of it!"
For a moment, the girl held still, her feelings deeply hurt. However, ten seconds later, she said sarcastically, " Oh really..., well..., guess I paid the bitch back, didn't I..., I sure aborted her ass in the end...wouldn't you say?"
Starting to hate his own daughter, Mike yelled, " I regret talking her out of it!"
" I oughta kill you...kill you right now...you fucken piece of crap!"
Seeing the evil in her eyes, the man suddenly realized the danger he was in, causing him to scream, " Ok, ok..., please relax!"
Slowly, the girl stood herself up and dropped her dad to the mattress. Next, she began undressing herself, doing it right in front of her old man!
" What are you doing, Amy?"
" What's wrong, asshole..., can't you tell what I'm doing...gonna give you what you always wanted!"
" No...please!"
" When she was all naked, the attractive sixteen year old reached for the man and then laid her frame to the mattress, upon her stomach, her head aimed toward the window, saying, " Ok dad..., this is how it was...right? I was laying on the bed when you stood there and stared at my ass!"
" No..., Amy...this is nuts!"
" There you go, dad, now you can look at it all you want...so what do you think...pretty nice, ain't it?"
" No, please, Amy!"
After dropping her tiny father upon her naked ass, the girl turned her head back and simply stared at him, saying, " You're nothing...just a piece of shit!"
" Amy...you need help!"
" Oh yea?"
" Yes...you're sick!"
" Sick of you..., asshole!"
" Amy..., please...!"
" Kiss my ass, dad!"
" What?"
" You heard..., kiss my ass, get down on your fucken tiny hands and knees and kiss my ass!"
" No, why?", pleaded Mike.
" Because...like I said..., you're nothing, nothing but a speck of dirt on my butt...lower than the stuff I shit!"
" Amy!"
" Are you gonna do as I say and start kissing or do I have to crush you...crush you like the trash you are!"
Frightened, his whole frame shaking, the man did as ordered, going low and placing his tiny face upon her smooth and firm butt, kissing on and on as she kept her head turned back, grinning the time away.
" That's it, dad..., that's good..., I like that...you're doing a real great job!"
Ten minutes later, the girl took him back up in her hand and then raised her frame, finally sitting up in bed, her feet to the floor. While Mike dangled before her face from her fingertips, she asked in a cold and wicked tone, " Abortion..., huh?"
" Please Amy...don't hurt me!"
" Since I "aborted" my mother..., guess it's only right that I do the same with my father."
" What...what are you saying?"
" Oh c'mon..., little asshole..., I don't need you anymore...what good are you to me?"
" Amy, please...it's not right!"
" Yea it is...in fact...I'm gonna make myself pregnant now...pregnant with you...then I'll abort your tiny ass!"
" I don't get what you're saying...what do you mean?"
Reaching over to her nightstand, Amy took up a pencil and turned it around, holding it by its sharpened tip.
" Amy, no..., please...no!", cried Mike as the sick girl moved him downward, closer and closer to her crotch, sticking her dad right between her legs.
Slowly, she diabolically forced her helpless father into her cunt, shoving him further and further inward as he struggled and yelled, " Amy..., no, please...I talked your mother out of it...it's because of me that you're around today!"
" Yea..., so you can have someone to push around..., you motherfucker!"
" No, please..., no!"
In a matter of seconds, silence filled the room as the psycho-girl brought the eraser end of the pencil before her opening and inserted it, pushing her dad's body all the way up her vaginal cavity, finally forcing him into the mysterious darkness of her uterus!
For only forty seconds or so, she felt the guy's motions, a tiny squirming sensation inside herself, feeling as it she were pregnant with a tiny baby! In no time, the motions stopped, her father was dead, suffocated to death in his own daughter's womb!
Getting up, Amy strolled over to the closet and reached for a metal coat hanger. When she returned to the bed, the teenage girl lowered her ass and then twisted the copper thing open, leaving only the curved hook at the very end of the stiff wire. Laying herself back, Amy slowly inserted the hook into her pussy, pushing it further and further up into the slimy darkness. When it was all the way in, she moved it around somewhat until she finally felt something snag. Cautiously, Amy pulled at the wire, sliding it back out.
When she eventually had the whole thing removed, the girl gazed down at it, seeing her tiny father hanging there, his body all smeared with a sticky muckus. A smile on her lips, she remarked, " So how's that for an abortion...a nice old fashion coat hanger abortion!"
Over and into the bathroom she went. Before the sink, Amy removed Mike's corpse from the wire and dropped the hanger into the tub. His tiny body in her hand, the young lady opened the medicine chest and took up a scissors. Moving over, she placed herself before the open toilet bowl and began cutting away at Mike's frame, snipping off pieces and parts, dropping the stuff down to the water below. First his feet, then his arms, cutting away and away, destroying what was left of him! Finally, she was done. With the toilet water all red now, Amy turned around and lowered her naked ass to the seat. A second later, she pissed, peeing right down on her father's mangled remains. Finished, Amy got up and flushed, watching all the gross stuff swirl away, lost forever!
After she returned the scissors and cleaned off the hanger, Amy bent the thing back into shape and put it back in the closet. Next, she returned to the bathroom, showered off, dried herself, strolled into the bedroom, and finally crawled into bed, falling to sleep.
The next day, the police came back and finished up. As the days, weeks, and months went by, the case got pushed further and further back on the detective's priority list. Only a month after killing her mother, Amy got a check from the insurance company for her mom's death. A year later, she got a larger sum of money in relation to her father's disappearance, the insurance company only paying half of the original amount because he was still registered as missing, a fugitive, not dead. Nevertheless, Amy now had three hundred and fifty thousand bucks to start a new life with, selling the house as well, moving away, enjoying herself, not in the least antagonized by the horrific things she did.
The End