Teen Caught Stealing Focus Meds Pays The Price With Her Dignity | SluttyThief

The sun had barely risen as Skylar tiptoed through her dad’s bedroom, her heart pounding with each creaky floorboard. She knew she was taking a huge risk, but her cheerleading squad’s big performance was tomorrow, and she desperately needed some jaw-dropping grades to stay on the team. It was just a few pills after all, what’s the worst that could happen?

Her sweaty fingers fumbled with the medication bottle lid. Focus is what she needed, and Focus was what she’d get. A couple of these beauties would have her focusing better than a laser beam. She popped them in her mouth, feeling a rush of power and excitement.

Suddenly, the door slammed open! “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Skylar’s stepmother, Janet, stood in the doorway, her eyes blazing with rage. Skylar froze mid-chew, alien invader pills scattering across the bedspread.

“I, uh- I can explain!” Skylar stuttered, spitting the incriminating evidence onto her pink cheer uniform.
“This is unacceptable!” Janet barked, marching into the room. She grabbed the pills, riffling through them. “These are my meds. My husband’s meds. Not yours to steal and abuse like the trashy whore you are!”

Skylar felt the color drain from her face. This was so much worse than she’d thought. “Please Mrs. C! I didn’t mean anything by it, I swear.” Her voice trembled as she pleaded, shining blue eyes filling with desperate tears.

“Shut up,” Janet hissed. “You really think sweet talk will get you out of this mess? I’ve half a mind to call the cops on your little thieving ass.”

Skylar’s breath caught in her throat. The cops? No, no, no! This couldn’t be happening. She was supposed to be the perfect daughter – the perfect cheerleader. Not this…

Janet looked her up and down, a cruel glint in her eyes. “But maybe I can be persuaded to keep this between us. Maybe you can earn back my trust. On your knees, Skylar. Now.”

The cheerleader trembled as realization set in. This was really happening. What had she done? She sank to her knees before her stepmother, fighting back sobs. “Please don’t tell my dad,” she whispered. “I’m sorry, I’ll do anything. Anything you want.”

A wicked smirk curved Janet’s lips. She undid her blouse, buttons popping with angry motions. “Anything?”

Skylar found herself nodding woodenly, the pill haze giving her a buzzing, unreal sensation. Her eyes locked onto her stepmother’s cleavage as it spilled free.

“That’s what I thought,” Janet purred, dragging a fingertip across her ample bosom. “I’ll make you a deal, slut. I won’t rat you out to your daddy, but you’re going to give me the power I should’ve had all along in this house.”

The words settled over Skylar like a pronouncement of war. She knew deep down this was her only option. Teeth chattering, she leaned in and started to lick, tasting her stepmother’s salty skin.

Janet let out a shuddering sigh, her fingers combing through Skylar’s silky tumbles. “That’s it… good girl. Put that slutty mouth to use.”

Hours passed, but to Skylar it felt like an eternity. Her knees were aching, her jaw throbbing, and she felt dirty from head to toe. But she kept licking, kept suckling, kept trying to prove her devotion to her new mistress.

Janet had laid out the terms of their arrangement. No incessant nagging from the coupling of father and stepmother anymore. No more cold looks from his tramp of a wife. Skylar would serve her pleasure, giving her lovely body where and when she demanded.

In return for this submission, the teen thief’s grades would be magically transformed. She’d perform like the overachieving good girl she’d always pretended to be. That scholarship to her beloved cheer camp would be as good as hers. It was a small price to pay, all things considered.

Finally, mercifully, Janet pulled away, wiping the shiny drool from her tits. “Good enough. I suppose you’ll do for now. But remember, my little human blow-up doll, this arrangement isn’t over. You belong to me going forward. Cock your hip out and give me a little twirl. Let me admire my new property.” The words stung, hitting like a slap, but she did as told on shaky legs.

Janet nodded approvingly. “Very nice. I think you’ll look quite wonderful prancing around on that football field in this light. Your time as a slave to my pleasure starts now, Skylar.”

Head bowed, tears choked back, Skylar wondered how she could be both the most powerful and most powerless female in the room. Schoolgirl turned cheap slut; defiled daughter. Whatever Janet wanted, Janet got. All she could do was obey.*