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I AM CURIOUS (Fourteen)

This story is a little different. It’s told from the perspective of a fourteen year old girl who’s curious about sex, and who’s growing up very fast. There is a lot of sex in this story but it is not meant to be completely gratuitous, and is hopefully presented in a way that illustrates the themes that I’ve introduced. This story covers only age fourteen. Lola has other stories to tell about her experiences at different ages. Many of her adventures are cautionary tales, and as such, might be considered dark, and they are definitely not for the faint of heart. If you don’t like dark stories then do not read this one. Lola’s story is most certainly not romantic, but I hope it is perceived as very honest. There is not a real Lola, but I remember a girl in my neighborhood when I was a kid, who was known as the neighborhood slut at the age of twelve. There were lots of stories about her exploits, none of them pretty, so I had her a little bit in mind when I wrote this story. I have no idea what the girl in my neighborhood was like or how she lived, or what led her to do what she did, and I really don’t know if any or part of the stories were actually true, but they do feed the imagination. Please comment or critique if you feel so moved, but please, if you just hate dark stories, or think you’d like to analyze the pathology of my obvious insanity, or try and decide if I’m maybe a secret serial killer or something, please refrain because I’ve heard it all before. This is just a story, it is fiction, it’s not for everyone, but it is posted at an adult site, so please expect that some adult things will be happening. It’s not that deep, it’s just a story. Okay, thanks for listening, and thanks for reading and I do hope you enjoy my little story.

A Life of Service chapter 2

Hey hope u enjoyed the first chapter. In this chapter we see more of Sandra’s service to her new master. the story skips ahead a few months. basically skipping her whole training but it will be covered in later chapters. Keep the comments coming….enjoy.
He awoke with Sandra’s head on his chest, her arm around his torso. Usually she slept at the foot of the bed, but she had come so far in the last month. She had accepted her fate, even grown to love her master. He had trained her well. She obeyed without hesitation. In public she stayed by his side and acted in an obedient fashion. He had even let her out in public alone. He knew she was dedicated to his cause. He had even watched her masturbate to the video of that first night.
He drifted back to sleep….
Sandra loved to wear the gimp suit. She loved how the latex sealed to her body, made her curves shine. She loved the stretch of the latex between her healthy breasts. She knew master loved it too. She loved the big zipper between her legs and over her mouth. She often wore it when master was out or when he was sleeping. She would play with herself in front of a mirror. Sandra was beginning to feel wet, she began to rub herself. Servant needed master’s touch, but she would not wake him. She went to the room were he kept his tools
She entered slowly, her hands sliding down the door frame. Laid out before her in the dark and spacious room, was a wide collection of items made for her pleasure. In the middle of the room was a chair the master had made for her. She climbed into it. It kept her legs wide and her body tilted back. It had buckles and clamps to tie her in. The chair could pivot on all axis, he could lean it back till she was up side down. Master had used this chair many times with her. She rubbed her snatch at the thought of how master had tied her in and had put his tools to work on her body. How the anal beads had made her cum over and over. How he would flip the chair back so he could fuck her mouth. How many times had he sprayed his cum on her face or in her throat on this chair? She wanted master’s cock right now.
Sandra hopped out of the chair and walked over to the table where master kept his collection of tools. She needed to be stuffed. She grabbed her favorite dildo that master had used on her. It was large and long. He had forced it into all her holes. It was the dildo he had trained her with. She dropped down to her knees and opened the zipper to her mouth. She began to suck it. She licked the length of the shaft. She began to slide it into her throat; she gagged but did not stop. She could feel the bile rise from her stomach but she did not stop till the toy was all the way in. Her eyes began to water. As she knelt there in the room in her gimp suit, her head tilted back all the way with the master’s dildo in her throat, she began to play with herself. She reached back and pulled down the zipper that kept her bottom closed. She pulled the dildo from her throat, it was dripping wet with her spit. She grabbed it firmly by the base and without any hesitation she slammed it roughly into her ass. She flinched and whimpered, her ass had never fully healed from her first encounter with master. She needed the pain, wanted it. The pleasure washed over her as she began to work herself with the toy.
She knew master was watching her from outside the room. She could feel his gaze on her body. Like a good servant Sandra lean forward till her face was on the ground, her ass stuck out in the air like a cat in heat waiting to be fucked. She reached back and pulled the dildo out of her ass and slid it into her dripping snatch. She placed it all the way in. Then with both hands reached back and grabbed her asshole and began to spread it as wide as she could.
“Please master……” was all she needed to say
He walked into the room and knelt behind her. He could see into her anal cavity. In one motion he was fully inside her all the way to the base. She whimpered and he smiled with pleasure. He placed his hands on her hips and began to thrust inside of her.
“I can feel your cock moving my guts around Master” Sandra panted.
She loved being his animal. She began to breathe hard as he stabbed her with his cock. Her mouth open, she drooled for more. Her ass burnt from the friction of his fucking. Master lean forward and fish-hooked her with both hands as he raped her ass. Spit began to leak from her mouth. She reached back and began to move the dildo in and out of her hole. She was Cuming. Her pussy sprayed her cum out across the floor, master pulled harder at her mouth. Her vision blurred, her legs buckled, her ass clenched which made the master grunt. He was Cumming soon and she knew it. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled her head back till he could look into her eyes. Sandra’s head was arched back as he pulled out of her ass. He began to cum on to the back of her head, spraying his junk in her hair. He managed to get some in her left eye. She closed it so it would not burn but it was too late. When he was done he spit into her open mouth and wiped his dick off with her hair.
As he stood up he said to her “clean yourself, you’re a mess”
“Yes master” Sandra purred as she licked what she could of his jizz out of her hair. She was happy
“We have a guest this evening” is all he said as he walked out of the room…..
Sandra toweled herself off, Soaking the hot water from her long lean figure. She admired her body in the full length mirror.
He had moved her to his home, a large town house in the city. Master was wealthy. Her life had improved since she was his now.
Sandra eyed herself in the steamy full length mirror, her full figure, ample breasts with tight, small nipples. She knew master loved her tits; she loved them too, many a time she had used her cleavage or her figure to get her way with men.
She looked at the color of her eyes, Dark brown with a golden ring around the iris. Sandra was tall at 5’9; her dark brown wavy hair was black now because of her shower. Her hair was long past her shoulders, Sandra had always taken care of her figure, and it showed. She began her make-up ritual. She never wore to much make up anyways, it never took long. Twenty minutes and she was done with her whole routine. She was eager to see what he had chosen for her to wear for tonight’s guest. He had told her nothing about who was coming over but it wasn’t for dinner because it was already getting late. She heard the doorbell ring. The guest had arrived.
She walked naked out of the bathroom into the Masters bedroom. She was surprised to see what we had chosen for her to wear. He had left a white button blouse and a short blue skirt with white knee high cotton stockings. He had also picked out a pair of white cotton panties.
She couldn’t believe it. He wanted her to wear a school girl’s outfit. She sat on the edge of the bed and began with the long white stockings; she pulled them up over her knees. She noticed at the foot of the bed a pair of black high heels which she put on right after the stocking. She looked herself over in the mirror with just the stockings and high heels. … Fuck she looked hot. She grabbed the white cotton panties. She slid them up her long legs and pulled them tight over her ass cheeks and pussy. Again she eyed herself in the mirror turning her body and thrusting her ass out to look in the mirror and admire it. It did not take long for there to be a little wet spot forming between her legs……she was excited for the night’s events
The door bell rang. He stood up from the couch and walked to the door. He heard Sandra moving around up stairs. He stopped in front of the mirror along the way and looked himself over. He was ready. He walked to the front door and opened it
“Hello lovely how you doing? Come in…. quick …..It’s cold out.” He smiled widely at Kate
Kate was a very attractive young lady. She was about five and a half feet tall and maybe weight 110lbs. She was tight and ultra fit. A supple ass and athletic legs .She had raven black hair that she kept chin length in a trendy hair cut. She had an olive complexion and had delicate features. A long straight nose and pointy chin. But it was the dark eyes that made everyman she met melt.
Kate smiled a broad smile and walked in. She kissed him on both cheeks and gave him a hug. He reached out his hand to take her bag and her coat. Kate handed him her bag and he eyed her form as she removed her coat
“I love this place….. Very nice” she smiled
“Thanks” he said “come in have a seat. Would you like a drink?” he asked
“No I think you know what I want” She pushed him back gently to the wall and began to kiss him, her lips where soft on his. He placed his hands around her hips and pulled her to him. He could smell her fragrance. She was damned sexy and she knew it.
She pulled away from him then and turned around and leaned back into him. She began to rub her bottom on his manhood and leaned her head back onto his shoulder.
“I’m in need of a good fucking “she purred into his ear as his hands slide up her trim figure to rest on her breasts. His left hand shot down between her legs
“I can see that “he said
She leaned forward and placed her left hand on the wall before her and turned her face back to him. Seduction came very easily to Kate.
“I want it now “She commanded as her right hand came back to raise her skirt over her buttocks to allow him easy entry.
He complied
He reached down to his pants and pulled out his rod and began to slide his head between the lips of her waiting clam.
“Don’t tease me” she pleaded “fuck me”
He teased her for a moment or two more till he finally slid it in. Her warm wet snatch fit him like a glove. She purred and moaned as he proceeded to take her. Her feet barely touching the ground. He fucked her with passion. He fucked her deeply. She twisted her body around to reach behind and grab him by the neck, to look at him while he fucked her.
“This is why you called me didn’t you” She asked, panting,”You need a good fucking too didn’t you”.
Kate’s legs where trembling. She loved dick. She had had plenty of it in her 22 years, and she knew she wanted plenty more.
She whipped around and fell to her knees right before he came. She put his head in her mouth and stroked his shaft. He came hard into her mouth. She gulped it down and continued to suck him off for a moment.
By the time Sandra came down to join them, they were sitting rather cozily on the couch enjoying a glass of wine. They both stood to greet Sandra.
“Sandra I would like you to meet Kate. Kate this is Sandra” Master said.
Sandra reached out her hand to be polite; Kate took it and pulled herself in to kiss Sandra on the cheeks.
“Like your outfit” Kate said to her.
Sandra did not like her one bit. Why had he brought her here Sandra thought?
“She’s very pretty your girl” Kate said to him
“I’m glad you like her” he answered back. “I’m quite fond of her “he said
Sandra of course perked right up and smile at Kate as if to say “he’s my man now fuck off” oblivious to the fact that “her man” had just dick this little hottie in the entrance of his home before she had even had her panties on.
Kate caught it but did not react. Instead she walked right up to Sandra’s master and placed her hand on his package through his pants and began to kiss the master on his neck.
Master just patted her on the ass. Master gestured for Sandra to come. She came reluctantly. Sandra was hurt and shocked. She did not want to share him. What if he did not want her anymore? Where would she be then?
“kneel” he told her. “lick her feet” he told her
Sandra approached and did as she was told. Master left the two of them then and sat on the couch before them to enjoy the show. He could see the lovely cotton panties that he had chosen for Sandra.
Sandra licked at Kate’s feet. “who the fuck is this bitch “ she thought to herself. Why was master being so different with her.
“Higher” Kate ordered. Sandra did not comply. She was master servant and no one else’s.
“Higher’ Master said. Sandra complied.
“Eat my snatch” Kate ordered. Sandra Turned to look at her master. He nodded for her to proceed. Sandra had never done anything sexually with a woman before. Sandra slid her face up under Kate’s skirt. Kate’s hand came done to rest on Sandra’s head just as her tongue found Kate’s clit.
“Mmmm” Kate moaned.
“Play with you” Master ordered.
Sandra slid her hand under her panties and began making circles around her clit. Master could see the commotion under her panties and was pleased. Kate began to remove her top. Soon her young perky breasts were free and she quickly began to roll her nipples between her fingers.
“Lay down “master told Sandra. Sandra quickly lay on her back and could see that master was smiling at Kate.
“Sit” he said to Kate
Kate lowers her self onto Sandra who resumed her munching. But this time Kate lowered her head between Sandra’s legs and pulled her panties aside and began to tongue fuck her
Sandra breathed deeply and brought her hands up and placed them on Kate’s hips and ass
Master was pleased with the display. Aroused. He wanted to join in but was patient.
Sandra began to moan loudly. Her hips began to roll. Kate was also approaching orgasm. Kate was the first to cum. She came hard and loud. Sandra went next breathing hard and trembling. Kate was surprised to find that Sandra was a squirter . Sandra sprayed her face and as Kate pulled back Sandra shot her cum out onto the floor.
Master stood then and walked to them
“Lovely” he applauded
The girls sat up smiling and woozy. Master stopped before them and pulled his fly down. Sandra quickly reached in and pulled him out. She stroked his shaft gently. Kate spit on his dick and on Sandra’s hand. With her free hand Sandra began to undo the buttons of her shirt stopping right below her breasts. She opened her top and her breasts sprung free.
Masters rod quickly found its place between her tits as she began to stroke him with them. They were firm and burning hot, and he loved them. He pets her on the head like a good dog. She was pleased.
Kate found her place immediately. She placed her head between them and licked sucked his cap every time it poked through from between Sandra’s cans. Sandra began to move faster, Kate’s licking became more intense.
His cum flew out in long white strings on to Sandra’s neck and chest. Kate pulled away before he came. She hated getting cum on her face. Sandra on the other hand relished his offerings.
He turned his dick to Kate and she began to clean him off, she did not care about the taste, but not on her face, she was not a whore
Sandra rubbed the jizz all over her breast and then licked her fingers clean. Master watched her.
“Good girl” he said to Sandra who beamed a smile back to him
Master turned to Kate “you on the other hand”
That was the first time Kate tasted piss. Master had proceeded to piss in her mouth. She coughed and spat it out onto the floor. She tried to get up but master forced her back down and began to piss on her body. Sandra knelt beside her and grabbed Kate by the hair.
“Open” master said to Sandra. She opened and he filled her mouth with his urine.
“Spit” he said and she turned to Kate and spit the urine out into her face.
Kate looked up at him “what the fucks the matter with you” She yelled
Sandra slapped her across the face “that’s no way to speak to the master”
“Master???” Kate asked passing her glance between the two of them
“You will learn” is all he said to her
“Get my new toy” he said to Sandra
When Sandra returned with the toy she saw that master had Kate flat on her back with her legs pulled back so that her ankles were next to her ears almost. He was kneeling at her head fucking the arches of her feet.
“You fucking animal” Kate said to him
He spit on her feet and it dripped into her face. She turned her head to not get any in her face and that’s when she saw Sandra returning from somewhere in the house, her large firm tits bouncing perfectly with each step. Kate saw no toy in her hands but when she looked down she saw rising out from under her skirt a long thick plastic cock. Sandra reached down and began to stroke it
“Do you like it” she laughed
“Fuck her cunt” master said
Sandra came around and stood over Kate, knelt and despite Kate’s protests she slid the strap on into her open snatch and began to pump her furiously. If Kate was suffering or pleased it made no difference because she said not a word nor made a sound.
Master watched Sandra fuck his new animal. She was good. She was holding Kate down by her calves keeping them close to her head. Her amazing d cup tits bouncing perfectly in rhyme with her thrusts. He looked down at Kate and spat in her face and began to slap her in the face with his dick.
“You will learn to love being my animal. You will even thank me for this when we are done”
“Fuck you, you crazy freaks “Kate yelled “let me go”
Master stood then and turned his dick to Sandra’s waiting mouth. He proceeds to slid it back and forth in her mouth. He placed his hand over her head and forced his dick all the way down she drooled and coughed.
How lovely it would be to watch this he thought, A beautiful brunette with large breast in a school girls outfit getting fuck in the mouth while she strap on fucks a rather hot well to do young woman.
He pulls out from Sandra’s mouth and walks behind them and kneels. Sandra is praying that he fucks her ass then but he does not. Instead he pushes her forward till she falls on to Kate, Sandra doesn’t miss a beat and keeps drilling Kate who is beginning to look scared.
In one thrust master is all the way in Kate’s virgin ass. Kate lets out a scream. She sees stars and loses consciousness. Master continues to drill her as does Sandra, entering her holes at the same time. Kate would not have it easy.
Kate awakes to them fucking her. Her legs beginning to cramp from this infernal position. They are fucking her hard and fast. She feels her intestines being pushed around, her guts getting packed. He has both hands on Sandra’s tits, pulling on her nipples
“Your ass is so tight for such a whore. Am I the first” he asks
“Fuck you” Kate says
Sandra slaps Kate across the face. “Animal” she says
Master is fucking Kate hard now. He feels his cum rising from within him. Her ass is so tight it almost hurts him.
Just then he pulls out of her and slams his rock hard dick into Sandra’s ass who never saw it coming. She lets out a raspy yell of pain right as his finger come around to fish-hook her.
Kate can hear the hard packing sounds of his thrusts into Sandra’s ass as well as her whimpers and cries.
Sandra hears her masters grunt and can feel him filling her ass with cum. It burns her ass but she likes it. He pulls out of her and says” sit on her face “
She does this as he holds Kate in place some of his cum still dripping from his shaft. Sandra sits on Kate’s face or rather her ankles above her face. Master then grabs Sandra’s hair violently and pulls her forward. He crams his dick in her mouth, He grabs her head with both hands and just plows at her face like never before. Sandra’s mascara is running down her face drool is pouring out of her mouth onto Kate’s pussy. He is ravaging her face. He’s fucking her mouth at an incredible pace.
“Stroke her strap-on” he tells Kate. She does not comply. He slams two fingers in her ass roughly. Kate cries out and quickly begins stroke Sandra’s faux cock
Puke sprays out the sides of Sandra’s mouth into Kate’s waiting holes. The vomiting makes Sandra’s ass muscles relax and the cum begins to leak out running down her pussy. It falls in long strings onto Kate’s nose and into her eyes and mouth
“Make sure you get it all out” master says to Sandra as he fucks her face. She quickly reaches around and spreads her hole open and more cum gushes out onto Kate’s face
“Of my god, this is so disgusting” Kate says
“We’ve only just began with you” master says
He then pulls out of Sandra’s puke hole and crashes his cock into Kate’s ass. She cries in shock as his cum from Sandra’s ass burns her eyes. Sandra is coughing and spitting now that she can breathe.
Master pumps Kate’s ass as hard as he can till he erupts spraying into her anal cavity, all of his junk.
He stands and forces Sandra’s head down into Kate’s and says “clean up this mess.”
She tongues Kate’s ass He lights a smoke, standing back admiring his work. He looks at Kate’s tear and cum soaked faces, cum still leaking down on it from Sandra’s clawed open ass. He takes a pull from his smoke and begins to piss in Sandra’s open ass till it is full and begins run down on Kate’s face
When he is done He shakes himself off walks up to Sandra who is still feasting.
“Put fuck holes in the animal cage, and make me a sandwich”
“Yes master” Sandra says
“And for god sakes clean yourself off. You stink”

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Jennys hypnotic devotion to animal rites 1

Jenny’s hypnotic devotion to animal rites 1 (estimated 31 mins reading time)You lock the door, I’ll bar the gate. My dare’s to thee, Initiate! : Incantation – FanfictionI can see inside you, the sickness is rising.
Don’t try to deny what you feel : Lyric – DisturbedChapter 1.
There was an indeterminate period of time, during which, all manner of obscenity danced before Jennifer Parker dementedly, in roiling, seething darkness as she continued to regress. Different terrors. Different days. But always the constant chants, and the filthy bellowing of blasphemous encouragements from the ever present gatherings around her. And then, she’d achieved her altered state.
Jenny was only twelve years old again just now, naked in a fevered, fearful, loathing hell, in which she was writhing in almost excruciating lust. Unseen, yet knowing fiery fingers seemed to caressed her quivering little body. Teasing her little nipples maddeningly erect, insinuating themselves within the yearning crevasses of her immature sex organs and making her tingle maddeningly all over. So filthy, what they used to do to her – those wicked monstrous people – such an innocent young girl. How could they? How CAN they. No. I don’t want it.. I’m burning” Jenny squealed, “please.. nooooooooo!”
“Specto suscitatio,” her hypnotherapist commanded, without impatience. It was a magic, hypnotic key phrase Doctor Schwarzkopf had taught his patient, which helped her slip more quickly into an hypnotic state of recollection and tranquility.
“Jennifer, Jennifer!” his manly, baritone voice called the frightened little girl by her full name, and then, “Can you here me Jennifer?” It questioned amidst her inner turmoil. The familiar, friendly disembodied voice, acted like an indirect beam of cool, white light, sending the horrific phantasms arrayed against her, scurrying back into the dark recesses of her imagination once again.
The sound of her breath was audible around her now, her chest expanding and contracting with each breath. She could hear the air rushing between her lips as she inhaled. She felt tranquil now, as if at the bottom of a deep, silent ocean. It was the wonderfully safe place she’d been taught to hide within herself so many times, during her hypnotherapy sessions with the kindly Doctor Schwarzkopf. A lower place inside her very being, far from the residual pain of her unbearable childhood memories of satanic ritual abuse, and the horrible visions that made her fearful, sick and anxiously aroused, even in her current adult life. The little girl, Jenny, inside the now adult woman Jennifer whom had been undergoing regression therapy for weeks already, enjoyed the quiet, restful darkness of this place within herself. There was only her, and the lovely male voice she loved so much, and she knew she’d be safe in here with him.
“I’m going to count to three Jennifer” he told her just then, “And when I do, you’re going to leave your cave Jenny. I’m going to direct you through some of the events that brought you to your current situation in life Jennifer. Do you understand?
Jennifer nodded obediently.
“Your going to be watching everything like a movie. You can not get hurt in a movie Jennifer. You’re just going to watch the movie and tell me what you see. Do you understand?”
Jennifer nodded. A movie did sound good. Little twelve-year-old Jenny felt so happy and excited all of a sudden, she loved cartoons and Mickey Mouse and..
“Now. I’m going to count to three now Jenny,” Doctor Schwarzkopf interrupted her once again, “and when I do, you’re going to be back in the church. One…. Two…. Three!”
There was an indeterminate period of time, during which, all manner of obscenity danced before Jennifer Parker dementedly, in roiling, seething darkness. Different terrors. Different days. Her vivid reminiscences played out before her, like flicking through TV channels, as her hypnotist directed.
Her little childhood self, kneeling almost naked on the sacrificial altar during the diabolic masses held at the secluded ‘Church of Satan’ was an often recurring theme in her visions. The the oddly dressed crowd amassed around the trembling, barely pubescent girl, and how they’d taught her to love them touching her naughty little body.
She was a very pretty little girl. Skinny, but with enough meat on her bones to offer a semblance of sexual readiness. She had the usual kind of blonde coloring, only hers was a true blonde, with not so much as a hint of peroxide: bright blue eyes and pink cheeks, with high cheek bones accentuating a perfectly shaped nose and nostrils that had a tendency to flare with just the slightest provocation. Her little lemon-like tits seemed to sway tantalizingly below her, as she knelt on the altar with her pert and curvy buttocks rounding submissively before the excited adults gathering around her. Even when they stood quietly, simply witnessing, Jenny was always erotically affected by the highly charged communion of adult lust which ragged amongst the congregation all about her.
Mommy would even set her daughters long blonde hair in draping, sexy curls, and paint her pouty little-girl lips with glossy lipstick too. Then she’d be dressed in the most provocatively sexy lingerie imaginable. Cup-less braziers accentuated her small titties; crotch-less lacy panties made her gorgeous young ass appear seductively ripe and ready to be fucked, along with thrilly garter belts and suspender stockings sometimes, adding teasingly to the illusion that the tiny young girl was invitingly more adult.
Her parents always wanted Jenny to be as sexy and flirtatious as possible for her sexually sacrificial duties. They told her she must always give herself willingly to all. Jenny’s parents had explained, the other cult members would be even hornier to fuck her precious little body this way. They told her she was the most special little girl in the world, she was the living symbol of the sexual magnetism of The Beast.
Little Jenny hadn’t understood it all. But she’d grown to like attending the Satanic vespers over time, and how she felt about the sex she had during them as well.
During the rituals held in the old, converted church, the members of the demonic cult were encouraged to fuck her sexily presented little body any way they wanted. Often, they’d made her perform the most obscene adult sexual acts her little girl’s mind could never have imagined on its own. The cultists, including her parents, were always dressed indiscernibly alike; cloaked in purple, smock-like robes with mystic blazonry embroidered here and there. Each member of the unholy congregation wore a plain white mask over their hidden faces during the Satanic rites, appearing featureless, smooth and shining ghostly in the dimly lit surroundings of their macabre place of worship.
Only ‘Mr. Black’ really stood out in her visions. He was always dressed in black. However his mask was shiny gold, and he wore a special headpiece of ram’s horns on his head. He was the master of ceremonies for the black masses, a high priest for the unholy conjugation, and their sacrilegious rites.
Depending on their mood, the congregation would shout lewd encouragements, like “fuck that little bitch!” or “Fuck her in the name of Satan!” Or else they’d simply stand quietly witnessing, and enjoying the perverted good show they would receive.
Her scantily clad little body would be taken by a full-grown man, perhaps he’d roll over on her back and and spread her pliant unresisting, lovely little legs. Mommy had told her to smile and whisper encouragement at such times, especially if he seemed a little hesitant. Dutifully, she batted her pretty baby blue eyes seductively, as they glisten invitingly in the soft candle light, awestruck at the site of huge male glands poking out hungrily, as the men lifted up their heavy ceremonial robes. She’d lost count of the many ribbed, red and ready to fuck penises she’d been rodgered with, as horny cult members had called her filthy names, or grunted lustfully in her little ear as they grinded there aching, lust inflamed adult penises into her immature little fuck-hole.
A lot of men had liked to tell her she was a dirty little whore, or a filthy little slut, as they fucked her little ass or pussy, before a swooning, appreciating audience. But as mommy had explained, that was just some men’s way of enjoying her better, and in understanding that, Jenny had learned to enjoy their filthy talking during sex, over time.
Sometimes she’d feel a multitude of fingers from the excited crowd around her, tweaking her budding nipples obediently erect as an unknown male would move between her legs, Jennifer swooned with how it had felt to feel the huge spongy, rock-hard head of an adult’s manly cock, forcing its way between her begrudgingly tight little girl’s fuck-mouth. Her little body would be buffeted about like a rag doll at times, as her horny little cunt was stretched open and penetrated to the hilt by a cultist’s lust bloated cock. Usually the men were very hot for her youthful body and baldy little cunny, and they would quickly pump their spunk-loads into her clenching little cunt. But at other times, they would fuck her longer, cheered on by the whooping crowd. Many times, when a man would pull his cum streaked cock from her well fucked cunt, he’d rub his slimy, semi-erect prong, on her sweaty little face and make the little girl lick her intermingled fuck-juices from his dong.
However, women too would have their wicked way with the beautiful young girl during the big family’s sexual convocations.
Many times a horny adult woman would disrobe before the sexy little girl, stripping everything from her gorgeous feminine body except her mask. Some of the women had magnificent bodies, but daddy had always told her to pretend to like them even if she didn’t. For some of these women, it was their first lesbian experience. Jenny loved the precious look on their pretty faces when they’d taste her fishy little girl slit for the first time. They’d be so gentle with her at first, kissing her little titties, loving every knock and cranny of her erotic little female body, fingering her tingling little cunt with timid, first time fingers. It was so sweet, if not exactly innocent.
However, Jenny also liked the way some of the older women took her more expertly. Sometimes in pairs, one woman wisely drawing moaning pleasure from her hotly oozing little cunny, while another pleased herself by squat-humping her sopping adult pussy on Jenny’s little face. Jenny always did her best to lap up all of a woman’s sticky juices, just like daddy told her, at such times. But there had also been many times her little body had really been more roughly abused.
Sometimes she was sodomized before the chanting cultists, her tiny asshole buggered violently by some callous man or dildo wielding woman. Or whole groups would have her all at once, titillating her small child’s physique in every possible way, drawing fingernails across her taught young flesh, pinning her firmly to the altar while they dripped hot candle wax on her wildly tingling little nipples, perhaps fucking her sweet little cunt with all manner of imaginatively placed dildos, making her shudder into orgasm, again and again and again.
She recalled mother had her try on her most erotic adult apparel, taking care to choose the most ravishing, raunchy rigging they could find before she’d attend a ritual sex event.
The twelve-year-old preened herself in the full-length mirror, and made sure that she looked just the way she wanted in a bright red negligee ensemble, complete with a red lace choker around her pretty, graceful neck. A lacy red brazier cupped her smallish titties nicely, and a gossamer fine camisole fell alluringly around her pert young female frame, like a red hot see-through fog, displaying the flimsy crutch-less panties around her slightly swelling hips. She was sure the male cultists would pay rapt attention to her naughtily presented curves presented this way. You have curves no man can resist, she had been told more than once by her daddy she recalled.
But no! Mommy wasn’t happy with the outfit. So next they tried a breathtaking black corset and gown set, along with matching shiny black stilettos. The flashy leather bodice lifted little Jenny’s mounds to reveal as much of her creamy-white breasts, as mommy cared without seeming too obvious. After all, she wanted to tease the members of the big family into fucking her little daughter, not insult them. She touched the barest hint of lip stick to Jenny’s sexy, pouty mouth, and then stood back to admire the effect.
Jenny’s lushly contoured little body was clingingly exposed beneath a long black translucent floor length veil that started falling at her hips, revealing, beside the budding fullness of her lust inciting buttocks, her nicely rounded belly, the tiniest of waists, flawless white skin, and just the hint of straw colored hair, only just beginning to sprout at the center of her loins.
Jenny felt quite pleased with herself.
She stretched and fluffed out her wealth of thick, blonde hair, which had only been cut twice in her life: Her daddy was always crazy about her hair and, like many other men in the cult, liked to stroke his fingers through it as he fucked his little daughter with his gratefully gouging cock.
But on that last afternoon, mother had a stroke of pure inspiration.
Jennifer smiled softly to herself as she thought about how sexy she looked in front of her adoring mother just then. Taking both of her protuberant pink nipples between thumb and forefinger, Jenny toyed with them until they stiffened in self-defense, imparting pleasant sensations into her swollen breasts and a matching tingle deep down in the center of her belly.
Mother had outdone herself this time, her naughty little outfit was exquisite she decided. It was quite simply, the most erotic wedding negligee ensemble that any man could ever dream of.
Jenny’s little thorax and the full ripeness of her beast were completely naked now. Only a crotch-less white string thong adorned her girlish hips and bare-ass buttocks. However, her sex appeal was not in anyway diminished, to the contrary, the rest of her flimsy, bawdy, adult bridle trappings served to show off her lovely, sexy body all the more. Her pretty blond hair was upswept now; crowned spectacularly with a lace fringed shock of the purest white tulle veil and a sparkling, bright tiara graced her head. Long white silk gloves clasped to her dainty little elbows, and the long smooth columns of her legs were flattered by elaborate lace band stockings, snugly fitted round her sweeping thighs, and ending in a pair of sparkling silver stiletto heels at her feet.
“Specto suscitatio” a familiar baritone voice rang out in her ears, and Jennifer immediately relaxed. The bright and relatively happy memories of her mother and her pretty dresses faded into the tranquil floating blackness of the cave.
“Jenny! Jenny… can you hear me?” the voice of Doctor Schwarzkopf questioned after some moments. Jennifer nodded her head slowly, and the little girl inside her felt relieved and happy once again.
“Jenny, when I count to three you’ll wake up in the church again, but this time on that last night. Do you understand?”
“Um hum,” little Jenny answered.
“Very good. On the count of three. You will wake up in the church and tell me everything you remember. One.. Two.. Three.”
Thunderous applause broke out in shock and awe amongst the hundreds of Satanic cultists gathered for the black mass that evening, as the little blond haired girl, a forbidden erotic vision of bridal, honeymoon night lust, made a most theatrical entry to the unholy church of Satan.
Mr. Black himself, cloaked in black and wearing a bizarrely ornate gold mask with goat horns sprouting from its crown, lead the petite twelve year old, wearing her sexy white wedding night lingerie, as she rode down the aisle on the back of a big, jet-black Billy-goat.
The atmosphere in the church nave was already electrically charged with anticipation of what was planned for that fateful evening, but now the demonic parishioners swooned in fascination at the unholy bridal couple. The image of such a pretty young temptress, adorning one of the classic symbols of the Devil, as a powerfully built male goat, was almost to much for some. Even with her pretty makeup face hidden slightly beneath her veil, Jenny could hear their vile, fevered adult whispers and lustful mutterings as she passed by the cloaked and masked figures that made up the unholy congregation, flanking in the pew aisles to her sides.
Set just before the chancel, at the back end of the church, stood a large ceremonial altar with an upside-down cross standing on one end, Mr. Black lead Jenny and the goat to its edge, where she was helped to dismount and take her place upon the great stone table top, in preparation for the unholy sexual Eucharist to follow.
Jenny looked like a sexy little fallen angel now, kneeling upon the stony surface of the altar, as Mr. Black had an attendant take the impressive looking goat, then turned to face the hushed gathering from his lectern.
“Unholy brethren,” he boomed in melodious male tones, “for many years we have offered sacraments to reptiles, drank of the forbidden effusions of blood and offered sexual sacrifices to the glory of The Horned One. Always we have had faith that our practices would one day bring down upon us, the very presents of The Beast. And so tonight, at long last, we are gathered together for an event so long anticipated, the alignment of the five stars has begun.” Mr. Black took a moment to clear his throat, mainly for effect, before continuing.
“Tonight is truly a magical night; Tonight the five planets will form the long awaited pentagram in the heavens, and in this heightened state of magic, the tribunal of Satan will at last prevail here on earth… if WE are ready to receive him!” the atrocious Mr. Black implored the crowd at that moment,
“I ask you gathered here tonight, do you receive Satan as your lord and master?”
“We do” the congregation answered..
“Do all gathered here pledge their indulgences to the most Unholy Father?”
“We do”
“Do WE, His cultus of darkness, crave His vital existence, His undefiled, diabolic wisdom here tonight?”
“We do, in the name of Satan! We so swear!” the gathering confirmed, and with that, a very pleased Mr. Black left the chancel and stepped up to the altar to address the little girl that kneeled upon it.
Jenny never paid much attention to what was said during the church meetings, she never understood all of the words anyway. In fact, all she knew for sure was that sooner all later, they always turned out the same, with her having some sort of kinky sex in front of everyone.
As the Satanic priest positioned himself close before the sexy little bride, Jenny’s hips began a slow erotic undulation, she’d been taught by mommy, would always please the crowd. She could see Mr. Black’s ridged penis protruding from a purposeful hole, in the front of his robes, as he spoke to her in booming tones.
“Come to me child, and receive the unholy sacrament of Satan!”
Jenny obediently waddled forward on hands and knees, until Mr. black reached and threw back her wedding veil, before clasping her pretty, nubile face between his hands. Then he kissed her on the forehead briefly, before he guided her head with his meaty hands wrapped tightly in her hair, to bring her glossy pouted lips to find his heavily bloated cock-tip. Jenny knew what she must do, and a shiver of lust quaked through her as she sucked Mr. Blacks fat cock-knob into her fluid, fluttery little mouth.
His eagerly throbbing penis sliding in and out of the kneeling young girl’s mouth, made a lewd sucking sound as the adult leaned down to watch the little girls cheeks puffing as he pushed his lust-thickened cock between her clasping lips. Below his mask, his grin widening each time he heard her grunt as he rammed it into her helplessly trapped face. It was an exciting picture for those gathered around and witnessing the nasty action, the subserviently kneeling girl’s helpless face being held tightly between his two huge hands while his saliva-glistening penis fucked its way in and out between her straining red lips, causing her to groan in submission. Then he looked up and made a signal with his head to an attendant whom had come up unseen by Jenny, to her rear.
“Okay, Release Hector,” he leered. “Are we ready to see this little girl get the hell fucked out of her?” he added in a loud, booming voice, to the jubilant elation of the mob.
The big Great Dane dog had been increasingly nervous over the last few minutes. As Jenny had began undulating her butt in front of him, the sight of her beautiful naked body caused his blood to begin rushing through his veins, in tingling anticipation. But he knew he must wait for a signal. Mr. Black had trained him to remain still, ready and waiting until the order was finally given, but it was difficult, and his front legs shifted excitedly, his ears slanting alertly forward as small whining sounds came from his massive throat.
Hector had studied the little girl as she kneeled dutifully above him on the raised dais of the altar. He didn’t understand the meaning of the white thigh-length stockings, the silver stilettos or the veil she wore, but the sight of her swelling white buttocks pointed back in his direction were almost more than the eager animal could stand. He could see the stubbly fringe of golden downy cunt-hair high up between her thighs, and his sharp nose detected the faint odor of musky feminine excitement coming from between her fluted pussy-slit.
Finally the signal! The big animal heard his master’s passion-distorted voice urging him on towards the swelling half-moon buttocks thrust back towards him in open invitation, as Mr. Black stepped back to enjoy the perverted spectacle that was about to begin.
Jenny giggled when she saw the big Great Dane stand up on his hind-legs behind her, as if trying to peep on her from behind the altar.
Still. After mommy had explained how nice it felt to have sex with a dog earlier that day, she couldn’t help noticing her cunt starting to drool already with anticipation.
Hector whimpered hornily, his eyes watching Jenny intently as she knelt dutifully before him, the gorgeous spreading rounds of her firm young buttocks, upturned and swaying invitingly, just as mommy had instructed she do to tease the naughty doggy. He could clearly see her coral-colored slit, clasped tightly between the passive, long lipped piss-flaps of her baldy little cunny, and her tempting hairless sphincter, the little chocolate starfish of her butt. So when she swiveled her head back to look at him, she saw that he was shaking now with animal fuck-lust for her horny human charms.
“C’mon Hector, come up here with me!’ the little girl cooed sweetly. The Great Dane jumped up behind her onto the wide altar stone in one powerful thrust of his hairy hunches.
The big dog’s large ears twitched as he panted behind the little girls nice white ass, his long tongue dripping saliva. Between his powerful legs, his long dog-cock quivered fitfully. He suddenly used his giant dog-tongue to thrust irresistibly up Jenny’s moist rear passageway, and she reached desperately behind her with one hand to spread the ivory globes of her buttocks in order to give the salivating beast full access to her tiny anal ring.
The tongue lashed her for another long moment, and then the giant animal began to crowd in hard against her. What he wanted was plain, and the moaning little girl obediently raised her naked ass-cheeks even higher, bending before the panting dog, in symbolic sexual surrender to The Beast, while her face remained turned towards the crowd.
“Good, Hector!” Jenny moaned, feeling her cunt tingle all over as she studied the animal’s prick, and the crowd around her swooned softly around the unholy couple out of lust.
Jenny felt pussy-juice dribbling out of her cunt and trickling slowly down the insides of her naked thighs. She knew that the horny Great Dane could smell her juices, and she knew, too, that the animal was aware that she was hot for his nasty doggy cock. She wriggled her ass at the dog invitingly. Hector responded at once by moving forward, closing in on her crouching body with his own.
The cultists watched spellbound, as the huge dog mounted Jenny’s passionately offered buttocks and locked his strong forelegs around her slender waist. Dripping briny liquid, the glistening long scarlet dog-penis slipped from the hairy sheath under the animal’s belly, the tapered point slipping and dancing into the hot wet crevice of the little girl’s ass, as Hector trembled and jerked, trying to bury his gleaming shaft in the kneeling girl’s little body.
Hector let out a sharp howl. His prick twitched violently, and Jenny groaned, feeling her tits swell and her nipples stiffen. Jenny whispered sweet encouragements just then, as the huge Great Dane tried his best to skewer her on his cock.
Sobbing in desperation, Jenny shifted her round buttocks, in a crazed effort to capture the lengthening dog-cock, trying to sheathe the long scarlet organ in her tightly contracting cunt. The sharp tip missed and slid up to find a momentary purchase in her anus, then attempted to enter. But Jenny gave a little cry and tensed automatically to evade the sliding prod. Having tasted success, Hector returned immediately to the attack and thrust blindly, the thin point sliding unsuccessfully along the entire length of her wetly heated cuntal crevice. The hot scarlet of the jabbing canine penis contrasted lewdly with the fever-pink of the girl’s passion-inflamed genitals, clearly visible between the strings of her crotchless bridal thong, as her cuntal lips spread open under the relentless pressure of the still un-inserted dog-cock, rubbing so madly between them.
“Ohhhh, Hector, I love your big cock!” Jenny sighed as the animal hunkered down over her on all fours and rubbed his cum-slicked cock against her naked body. The crowd around her were keeping a respectful distance but Jenny could tell from the multitude of gasps and groans around her in the dimness, they were all enjoying the perverted good show they were getting.
“Ooh, Hector,” Jenny cooed as she felt his furry underside rubbing against her naked back.
“Oh, Hector, fuck me!. Here’s my pussy! It’s all yours! Just fuck it, you naughty dog!” Jenny squealed. At the same time, she lifted her little ass up, opening her drooling pussy to the aroused animal.
Hector howled as he ran his fat dog-cock furiously up and down between the girl’s cunt-lips, sawing at her clit and making her whine with bestial ecstasy as Jenny did her best to help him start to fuck her. She squealed when she felt his hot hard prick nudging between her ass-cheeks. At the same time, the dog began to use his long, rough tongue to lick Jenny’s neck.
She turned her face to the side and moaned towards the audience. She trembled as she felt the dogs massive weight crushing down against her back. She writhed against him, rubbing her ass up against his prick.
In final desperation Jenny reached back with one hand to grasp the slippery organ and guide it to the little opening of her moistly throbbing slit. Suddenly, as she thrust her ass back hard and the animal humped forward at exactly the same moment, Jenny felt his fat cock-head finally hook into her fetid fluttery fuck-hole. Sensing victory Hector rammed forward, parting her pussy lips wider and wider with each forward thrust of his long animal penis.
The cultists watched in awe as the Great Dane humped wildly and buried his huge red shaft deep up into the squirming girl’s grasping cuntal passage. The massive organ slithered forward with a rush until it was sunk to the hilt, the hairy balls swinging below in the open space created by her widespread thighs.
The dog’s hips went nuts, flipping his cock into her cunt while his furry forelegs held her pliant creamy hips in a vice grip. He used his paws to help spread and hold her legs apart for better advantage. Pulling his furry belly tighter onto the small of her back and thus gaining greater access to her cunt, he panted and puffed his animal efforts in her ear.
She gave a low moan of relief as Hector began fucking rhythmically into her. The quivering girl undulated her nakedly kneeling body and moved her buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning herself to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face was contorted in rapture, and her small melon-sized breasts jiggled beneath her writhing torso, juddering in time to the dog’s skewering cock, a relentless hot poker of glistening flesh, burying itself deeply up inside her belly in rapid fire motion.
Jenny humped her wet pussy back at the dog’s prick, trying to get him to impale her completely on his hard cock.
Jenny’s tits felt swollen, and her nipples throbbed relentlessly. She lowered the upper part of her body and deliberately pressed her throbbing nips against the cool, stone tabletop. Then she swung the top part of her body from side to side, dragging her aching nips across the hard, rough surface of the altar.
“OooohaarrRRGG!” she gasped in a paroxysm of pain and pleasure. She began to shove her body back and forth, humping her pussy against the dog’s rutting prick, helping him to fully impale her with each brutal thrust into her pussy.
As the dogs red rooter yanked juddering to and fro within her tightly lipping fuck-mouth. His bristly ball sack slapped her quivery vulva, and blackjacked lewdly against her sexy ass-cheeks. He was so excited, every now and then he lost his footing, bringing his whole weight dropping on her back, and likewise on his buried cock within her, thereby causing the little girl to grunt and gasp with glee.
As he regained his footing, the cultists were treated to the obscenely delicious sight of his cunt-grasped knot and bright red, cream streaked cock-rod, being dragged back, not quite pulling out of Jenny’s clenching cunt-furrow, before he’d feel the urge to ram it, knot-stock and vein ribbed barrel, clubbing into the hot pink depths of her churning cuntal channel once again.
“Hmmm. Hector! Shove your cock all the way up my pussy! Make me come!” she taunted, happy in the knowledge her words would be driving some of the cult members in the audience mad with lust, to hear such a young girl say such filthy, sexy things to a dog as it fucked her horny little cunt in front of them. The stump of the young Great Dane’s tail twitched before the spectators in time with the rapid, relentless plunging of his cock.
The bristly front of his powerful haunches battering continuously onto the backs of the little girls own soft and creamy thighs. A steady stream of his tacky, briny pre-cum, ran in a constant trickle around his plunging rooter, over-flowing Jenny’s immature little fuck-tunnel, and dripping down to form a puddle between her shaking knees.
“Yesssss!” she cried. She ground her pussy back against his crotch, screwing herself onto his hot dog-cock to the hilt.
Nothing mattered but that wonderfully long animal penis fucking up into her burning pussy, the incredible sensations she was receiving from the fiery cock of her jack-hammering animal-lover behind.
Meanwhile, the congregation stared with obscene delight, as the big dog fucked relentlessly into the spasming female body beneath him. It was almost as if they were somehow connecting to the unnatural coupling of the tiny girl and Hector, and an obscene sexual thrill, rippled through them all.
The animal barked and fucked forward violently, ramming the head of his cock against the back wall of her pussy. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her and plunged back into her cunt.
“Yes, Hector, that’s it, fuck it all the way into me!” Jenny wailed.
She tightened her pussy-muscles against the sides of the pulsing dog-prick, making the animal whimper with pleasure.
Hector’s hard dog-cock fucked in and out of the little girl’s juicy pussy. Each time he fucked into her, his cock sloshed through her seeping fuck juices, making wet, lewd sounds which excited everyone in the church around them. Jenny wriggled her tight cunt against his cock, as if to milk all the cum out of his fat, jiz bloated balls.
Hector whimpered and whined, dog-drool running down the sides of her neck. She wished she could tongue-kiss the rutting animal. She knew his nasty nails had already torn holes in her lovely white leg stockings, but she didn’t give a fuck, all that mattered to the little girl just then was the marvelous, never before felt sensation of a huge dog penis rasping back and forward inside her hotly clenching cunt.
While sharp bolts of forbidden pleasure shot upwards from her animal-filled fuck tunnel. Looking back over her shoulder at the hunching animal, the wildly excited young beauty called back lewd exhortations.
“Oh yeah, fuck harder, faster! Come on.. cum in me… I want you to fill me with your animal cum …!”
The obscenely swaying girl was no longer human but a quivering mass of sweating lust-deranged flesh that begged to be subjected. She was reveling in being screwed by this panting beast, especially in front of her “big family”, and she ground her body back against his hairy jerking loins like a little bitch in heat.
Hector growled, turning on more and more as he continued to fuck the crouching little angel. His eyes were completely glazed over with animalistic lust, as were Jenny’s.
The young girl shoved her ass back harder, capturing the full length of the Great Dane’s enormous prick inside her clutching cunt. She tightened her cunt-muscles around the invading cock, and the dog barked with delight.
The Great Dane fucked Jenny harder and faster. She continued to shove her ass back to meet his pussy-impaling thrusts. She could feel his prick rubbing against her clit each time he fucked into her. The lewd sensation made the girl shudder with pleasure.
Jenny was sweating all over now, and could feel the furry belly of the Great Dane sliding against her back, trying to stay on top of her slick flesh. Jenny was flushed from head to the tip of her stilettos. A steady stream of cunt-juice ran from between her swollen cunt-lips. Her mouth was slackly hanging open, and her tongue lolled out one side.
She could not contain her lust and pleasure. She couldn’t hold it back. She could feel the beginning of her first orgasm although she was sure that Hector would make her come more than once before he was through with her wet little pussy.
Tiny rivulets of moisture were building in the crevice of the girl’s nakedly rotating buttocks and they glistened in the light as they ran slowly down the backs of her straining thighs.
“Yeah . . . fuck . . . I’m coming!” she shouted, to the congregations obvious delight.
Wild orgasmic vibrations rocked her body violently and she continued to scream loudly as she came. Her body jerked all over the communion table. She lifted her ass up higher with each inward stroke of the animal’s angry prick.
Hector raised his head and howled. Then he barked several times, very excited, as the preteen’s girl-cum soaked his prick, drenching the meat and making it even easier for him to fuck in and out of her spasming cunt. He stabbed his fat prick deep into the girl’s climaxing cunt. His prick swelled more inside her, and Jenny shuddered with excitement when she felt his cock scraping against the tensed walls of her fuck-channel.
Hector fucked the full length of his horny prick even harder into Jenny. He fucked her brutally hard. His big cock fucked all the way into the very depths of her cunt. His throbbing, expanding cock filled her completely. His balls rested against her cunt-mouth. Each throbbing sensation of Hector’s cock inside her pussy sent icy-hot shivers through Jenny’s naughty little body.
As the Great Dane wiggle-fucked his massive prick inside her pussy, she thrust back at him, matching him stroke for stroke, meeting each of his forward cock-thrusts with a backward thrust of pussy and ass.
His bouncing balls smacked against her fuck-mouth. Banging her so hard that Jenny just knew her ass-cheeks would be black and blue the next day. But she didn’t mind. She was thoroughly enjoying every single second, and every bit of pleasure she could wring out of this forbidden fuck session with the powerful dog.
Jenny lowered one hand beneath her body and began to stroke her clit while Hector continued to fuck her hard and fast.
“Mmm, good,” she moaned to the envious cult members admiring the unholy bestial union.
Hector whimpered as he fucked his cock into her cunt with an amazing force. The way he was fucking her was making Jenny super hot. She was already so hot and aroused that she could hardly stand it. She had come only moments before, but she now felt so aroused with renewed lust that she desperately needed another orgasm. She writhed and jerked around on the altar as the Great Dane fucked her still harder. Her cunt-juices rained out of her cock-stuffed cunt and soaked the insides of her quaking thighs and clinging stockings.
Jenny felt as if her entire body were literally being torn apart by the force of his prick. She felt herself on the brink of another, much-needed orgasm and she longed for the sensation.
“Oh, shit, yesss, Hector, yesss, you’re fucking me so good! Better than anyone ever!” she cried, knowing how the men in the seething crowd would want to fuck her vengefully when they heard her taunting words.
She felt Hector’s cock dripping inside her pussy. She moaned whorishly, knowing that the dog’s pre-cum was lewdly mingling with her juices. She could hardly wait to feel all of his doggy cum shooting inside her cunt. She tightened her cunt muscles harder and tighter around his prick, trying to make him come.
The dog ground his hips, fucking his prick deep into he girl’s pussy with each inward stroke. He loved the feel of her tiny fuck-hole clasping his animal cock, and he whined with excitement as the little child was tossed beneath him, her tits jiggling wildly below her mightily swaying torso.
“Fuck me good and hard! Shoot all your doggy cum into me! I need to come again!”
The dog rode her savagely, feverishly fucking his cock fully into her cunt with all of his strength. Jenny groaned as she shoved her hips and ass back to help the animal skewer her cunt on his cock. The congregation where electrified at the bawdy spectacle of a little underage girl, dressed up like a wanton little whorish bride, and being fucked, honeymoon style pell-mell, by her fiercely frigging, canine lover.
Suddenly the unmistakable signal of sensual fulfillment sprayed through Jenny’s seething loins like the prickling of a million needles, gnawing at the base of her belly with the lewd promise of frenzied orgasmic rapture. The sex-maddened girl moaned helplessly as she neared the jagged edges of her mounting climax and rammed back even harder into the long wet cock that slithered mercilessly into the grateful little hole up between her bucking thighs.
“Please, Hector, Shoot your juice inside me! Pleeeease,” Jenny begged like a little slut.
Suddenly the evil folk around her started calling out together, slowly at first, but quickly gaining in speed and volume as they began to match the fiery fuck strokes Jenny was feeling, with their fevered adult voices.
“Fuck her… Fuck her… Fuck her… Fuck her…Fuck her..Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck’er. Fuck’er. Fuck’er!” the cultists chanted, urging on the forbidden bestial fuck action, happening right before their eyes.
The snug walls of Jenny’s cunt clung lewdly to the dog’s prick as he fucked deeply into her. Each violent lunge of his prick sent jolts of bestial ecstasy through the girl’s body and she made sure everyone could see her inner joy, painted on her pretty little face. Her hard clit seemed to shudder each time the dog-cock, and bristly sheaf-hairs, scraped against it again and again in rapid machine gun fire stabs.
She humped her crotch back harder than ever against the dog’s furry crotch as he continued to fuck his fat cock into her juicy cunt. He fucked the full length of his long, thick prick better than ever, into her cunt. His fuck-shaft scraped deliciously against the raw, aching walls of her throbbing pussy tunnel.
Then her voice choked in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh as the first wild spasm of her orgasm struck, and she shrieked, thrusting her wildly convulsing loins back against the raging dog-cock in a desperate lunge. Hector responded with a forward stab just as his huge hardened cock began to jerk up inside her convulsing young belly and spew its hotly foaming animal sperm in liquid jets deep up into her cramped, contracting cunt-channel.
“Yessss, he’s coming! I can feel it!” Jenny screamed hysterically to the highly excited onlookers.
The Great Dane howled loudly. His hot cum burst into the little girl’s cunt in quick, creamy spurts.
Jenny heard the others gathered around groaning in response to the sounds coming from Hector’s throat. The lewd sound of all those people swooning and gasping and moaning with lust together, aroused the little girl even more. Jennifer found her mind filling with the obscene image of dozens of manly cultists cocks, all hard and ready to fuck her barely pubescent cunny. There were long, thick cocks. There were long, skinny cocks. There were even short, stubby, hairy cocks. She pictured all of the congregation with tremendous, vein ribbed hard-ons, all the men knowing she was a naughty little slut, all of them waiting to fuck her horny little cunt.
And she came.
“Yeeeoooowww!” she howled, her cry of orgasmic bliss mingling with the dogs’ howls. Waves of cunt-juice gushed from her pussy-walls, seeping out between her tight pussy-lips and trickling down her thighs along with Hector’s flowing jism.
The mingled dog-cum and pussy-juice pooled together on the altar between Jenny’s legs. She looked down between her legs and saw the obscene mixture cooling there. The thrilling sight made her come again.
“Aieeeee! Commmmiinnnggg!” she screeched to the extreme pleasure of seething, roiling the mob.
Her nipples felt as if they would literally burst. Her cunt-lips squeezed the base of the dog’s jerking cock so tightly that the Great Dane barked in protest. Jenny ground her sizzling pussy back against her canine lover’s furry loins. She rolled her head from side to side as she felt her cunt exploding inside. More and more dog-cum shot into her from Hector’s thrusting prick and her orgasm peaked. The walls of her spasming cunt convulsed around the Great Dane’s prick and Jenny cried out one final time before collapsing fully forward onto altar, Hector’s dog cock still locked inside her pussy. She didn’t know how many seconds passed before he finally pulled his still rigid cock from her nasty little cunt, with an obscene sucking plop.
The big dog stood above her for a moment and then his massive head lowered and he began obscenely licking the remnants of cum from the girl’s twitching young buttocks.
All was quiet for a moment except for Jenny’s exhausted panting and then the sound of clapping filled the hall. Jenny wearily raised her head and saw that the whole congregation, including Mr. Black was applauding the nasty first time fuckers.
“What an entree, what a hell-good show!” the priest shouted above the din. Jenny turned her head toward the lewd priest. Mr. Black went over to her prostrate little body.
“Midnight approaches, the planets have aligned, it’s time to join your one true, forever lover Jenny” he said and reaching down he seized her by one arm and pulled her roughly to her feet.
“One down and one to go,” he said. “The last phase of the ceremony must NOW begin!” he boomed to the applauding gathering.
Suddenly the images in Jennifer’s mind grew hazy, they danced in great confusion, she remember the doors of the church exploding inward all of a sudden behind her, bright lights flashing in the gloom outside the church and a helicopter engine roaring over head. And suddenly, a megaphone blaring loudly,
“FREEZE you fucking FREAKS! This is the New York Police Department!.. You are ALL UNDER ARREST!”
And then, all hell broke loose as pandemonium spread amongst the congregation. A mêlée quickly broke out between the rapidly invading police swat team, and hordes of the panicking, purple draped cultists, some tripping over pews, or smashing through stained glass windows and crashing to the ground, as the fleeing cult members tried to escape capture by the authorities, anyway they could. Jenny could remember dazedly, hearing gunshots ringing out in the spooky woods outside, and wondering if her mommy and daddy were going to be ok, before some very kind policemen had lifted her gently from the altar, and wrapped her little shivery body safely in a blanket.
“Mommy, Daddy, where are you?..Its been eleven years already… I miss you both so much!” Jennifer broke down in waves of pitiful, sobbing tears.
“Specto suscitatio,” the voice of her hypnotist commanded then, without impatience. It was a magic, fear reducing key phrase the frightened little girl within Jennifer clutched onto, giving her the ability to slip further into her hypnotic state and find tranquility. As conditioned, she relaxed almost immediately. The familiar, friendly disembodied voice, acting like an indirect beam of cool, white light, sending the horrific phantasms of her memories, scurrying back into the dark recesses of her imagination once again, at least for now.
Continued in Chapter 2.

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The Demons Harem : Mara’s Story, Part Three

Mara woke to the sound of rattling chains. She had been taken down duning the night and placed in a small wire cage in the corner of the room. Her holes were still plugged, the leather strap holding them in was painfully wound around her hips and legs. She was lying on her side, her belly protruding out in front of her. She tried to move to sit up but her muscles were so weak from being suspended and the weight of her stomach was unfamiliar to her.
One of the threshers walked up to her cage, pacing up and down the length of it. She did not look up at him.
“You see…the thresher race, was created by the demons. There are no female threshers, and we can only mate with human females. The gathering doesn’t happen very often, so when it does, we have to take what we can get. The curse of the demons both for you young girls, and our entire race. So I’m sure you’ll understand why we must keep you here. You will be bred as often as it is possible, you will carry as many offspring as your body will accommodate.
I don’t need your submission either, we have perfected our alchemy, the oil which made you so accessible to us last night is not the only kind of potion we may use. Keep that in mind little one. We will not cause you any permanent harm, and will refrain from damaging any part of you that will help in the breeding process. I am to take you now to the bathing room, where you will be submersed in the springs water, your cavities voided into the waters. you will stay submerged, soak in all there is, for it will make your skin softer and more adapted to stretching, when needed. come with me now.”
he opened the wire door to her dog sized cage and started pulling her out by her arm. She hesitated a bit but finally started to mover herself out and up onto her feet. She fell against him, the weight of her belly and her sore muscles made it almost impossible to stand upright.
He put his arm under her and half dragged her down the hallway into another more open room filled with steam from the springs waters in pools to her right. He pulled her to the closest chamber and carefully laid her on the ground. Two other threshers lifted her legs and held her under her back , hoisting her into the bath. one of them began to untie the leather strips holding the plugs in place in both of her overfilled holes. The pressure on her organs was becoming too much to take and she was glad to finally be able to relive herself.
Almost instantly the weight of the cum in her belly forced both plugs out and into the water, the thick white semen poured out of her slowly, agonizingly. Then it seemed to stop, but her belly was still bulged. one of the threshers pulled at her arm making her body float over to the side of the bath. He positioned her back against the wall and reached his hand into the water and over the remaining bulge in her stomach. She braced herself as he swiftly pushed down onto her belly, the rest of the cum shooting out of both her holes, turning the water a silvery white, no longer transparent.
“now you stay” the thresher said, his hand leaving her stomach, he stood up and left her alone. She began to feel light headed. Soon she felt so dizzy she could not keep her eyes open and she let herself lean against the wall of the bath. She passed out from all the new material being absorbed through her skin, becoming a part of her body.
She awoke again lying on her back on a cold stone table, back in the smaller dimly lit room where they had relentlessly raped and violated every inch of her insides. Her calves were once again tied to her thighs, making it almost impossible to cover her pussy from the watchful eyes of the threshers. She could see a few of them, but sensed there were more in the shadows. there were two lines of silver chains across her, strapping her to the table. one above her breasts and across her shoulders, and another shoved under her breasts and layed across her upper arms. Her ass was hanging off the table more than a few inches, and it was painful to try to keep her spine straight.
One of them came into view in front of her his hands covered in oil, he was preparing her for whatever despicable things they had planned for her. He rubbed his hands all over her pussy lips and asshole generously applying it just inside her cunts opening.
“your eggs are undoubtedly fertilized already, however they grow too slowly and we will need to give them a place where the cells can rapidly duplicate and grow in a matter of days instead of months. Only a few males are created with these pods, and every one of them will fill you with them to modify your already fertilized eggs. Hopefully you’ll have a lot of them!.”
She winced at the though of “a lot” How much could her body even take anymore. She silently cried, begging for sleep.
A large thresher entered the room, pushing past the others. he was taller and thicker at his waist than any of the others shed seen. His skin was pitch black and his hands were monstrous. she tried to look down to see his cock, and almost fainted when she did. He was much larger than any of them. He stepped up to the table, his cock already stiffening at the sight of her bound and splayed out for him, oiled and ready to receive his gift. He said nothing as he stepped further towards her trembling body, his mostly hard dick in his hand, guiding to the entrance of her pussy. She tried to pull away but the chains kept her perfectly in place for him.
He was now fully erect, 20 inches or so long, and almost the size of her upper arm.
The oil made it easier for him to slowly pop his pointed head into her widening pussy, the relaxing effect already absorbing into her deeper muscles. He pushed and pulled, in and out slowly only sinking a few inches into her at a time, letting her body become accustomed to his girth. this was not the time to rip her apart, even though that’s what was going through his mind constantly.
He pushed in further, her discomfort apparent as she strained and moaned against her bindings. he was about six inches into her and beginning to feel the base of her canal. a few inches more and he felt the worn flesh of her cervix, not completely back to its normal size, but it had contracted still. He would at least get to have a little fun he thought.
He pulled out and back in, beginning to fuck her steadily now, her soft sob like moans only making his cock harder inside her, hitting her ringed muscle each thrust. He was gliding into her effortlessly now, her canal adapted to his massive member. now all that was left was her last inner limit to push through before he could deposit the precious pods.
He picked up the pace, trying to keep a rythym that would make him come when the time was right. Slamming into her faster and faster, he barely pulled his throbbing cock out of her. just hammered away at her cervix pushing it wider and wider to fit himself into.
finally the tip pushed through, her whole body shuddering again, she threw her head back against the stone table. Just a few inches further and that would be enough. He was close to coming too, ready to unload himself inside her like she had never known. He stepped even closer to her, his shaft piercing deeper still. his arms stiffened as he grasped her thighs, pulling her as much as he could toward him.
He began to convulse, his hips bucking at her entrance, his cock becoming bulged and lumpy with the pods as they traveled down his enormous lenght into her her small body. His cock stretched wide inside her canal, making her scream softly at first, and then yelping loudly as the head of his dick opened up wide, stretching her poor cervix to the limit inside of her. He pumped through one pod, heavy and gel like, it rolled into her womb. a second, third and fourth popped into her, gushing cum flooding into her after they were deposited, his balls contracting so hard she could feel his legs straining below her. he pushed into her, emptying himself completely, one more stream of cum bathing the pods as they settled inside her. He was still rock hard as he pulled himself out of her now gaping pussy.
The pods didn’t seem so big, she didn’t feel them as much as she thought she was going to. She was starting to feel hazy, tranced. she welcomed it at this point.
The next thresher to approach her was identical to the last. He stepped up to her, eye focused on the sticky cum leaking out of her. He too was hard and ready for her. He slid easily into her, his cock the same size as the last. He fucked her for a few moments, the tip of his cock fucking her cervix, making it wider still. He pushed hard into her one last time his cock stretching and bulging like the last, filling her with three more ping pong ball sized pods. Her womb was filling fast,she could now feel the weight inside her, the heavy gel like pods begining to stuff her womb full. The thresher still inside her came more violently than the last his white hot sperm shooting up inside her, making her jerk and thrash around. The pods rolled around inside her, churned about with the constant stream of cum pouring out of the streched cock head inside her.
Soon the cum was spilling out of her pussy in a steady stream. he put his hands under her ass and pushed her up, to funnel the semen back inside her. he pulled his cock from her,still holding her ass in the air, her pussy pointed to the ceiling.
The last thresher appeared, looking younger and lighter skinned, he was rock hard and drooling at the sight of the helpless impregnated girl. He seemed over excited as he stepped up to her tilted frame, almost laughing to himself, smiling and drooling at her as he lowered her hips to the right height to line her widened pussy lips with his almost ribbed looking cock, she could actually see his veins pulsing, his dick slightly moving with each pump of blood into his massive member.
His hand at the tip of his cock, he played with her pussy lips, rubbing his cock sloppily over her clit and back and forth between the crack of her ass. He slapped her tits a few times, making her buck back and forth on the table, her pussy rubbing roughly back against the head of his dick. He let go of himself, his cock resting at the entrance of her now sopping wet cunt. He grabbed both her breasts and squeezed them tightly. She yelped and shook her head back and forth with her teeth clenched. He dug his claws into her swollen red flesh and she screamed, trying to pull away from him to no avail.
He rammed his cock into her dripping pussy while he pulled her to him by her tits. he thrust into her a few times very hard and she bucked away at this sudden pain. He pulled back out of her and continued rubbing himself against her and slapping his cock down on her oiled skin until her pussy lips started turning deep red.
He shoved himself into her, gripping her waist tightly, his claws carelessly starting to cut into her soft pinkish flesh. He awkwardly thrusted forward, trying to bury himself as deep as he could go, he slid past the opening to her womb and kept going until he was moving the pods aside, coming to hit her back wall.
Mara felt so full she thought she would be sick, her belly protruding out from the sheer force of his cock.
He started fucking her hard, much harder than she expected. more rough than the last two were with her.
“Hes the youngest of us, and this is his first breeding, he may be a little hard on you, but not to worry, he will not damage you.” another thresher assured her. She felt less than convinced.
He bucked wildly against her, her chains rubbing against her breasts painfully.
He was churning her insides, the pods and cum rolling around violently inside her as he pounded her relentlessly for almost 15 min. It seemed like an eternity. He was now balls deep inside her, her organs stretching for him like it was nothing. He changed his pace and kept himself almost all inside her, pushing roughly with short blazing strokes, smashing the head of his cock against the farthest wall of her womb over and over. He let out a loud growl and spasmed inside her. unlike the other two, the pods came forcefully rushing down his drastically expanding cock. six pods shot straight into her, straining her limits as her belly expanded for them. His cock was now packed tightly inside her surrounded by the pods. He threw his head back, straining to go further inside her even though he could not.
He took back to fucking her very hard and fast, building up to a second climax, spraying her completely stuffed pussy and uterus with his young thick cum. He plugged her pussy up nicely, there was no room for the spurting semen to go anywhere but directly into her as far as it could go. Her belly expanded slowly, but surely, larger and larger as his torrent of cum endlessly jetted into her. After a gallon or so of his potent sperm had been forced inside her his cock quieted, and his orgasm subsided.
He remained inside her purposely to keep any of the pods or cum from seeping out. Another thresher came up beside him with a large long rubber plug and swiftly replaced the cock inside her with it. It was jammed far up inside her, plugging her ruined cervix, so none of the pods or cum could slip out from her.
“now the pods will meet with your eggs in a few moments and begin growing by absorbing the thick sperm inside you. It is imperative that you are filled with cum constantly, to ensure the fastest growth period. When your stomach begins to shrink we will supply you with more, whoever is ready and able.”
He patted her pregnant stomach and walked away.
she could feel her insides cramping and expanding, the pods actually starting to grow slightly inside her, soaking up the hot sperm plugged up inside her.
A few hours went by and she fell asleep, even under the watchful eye of the remaining threshers. She had a black dreamless sleep once more, hoping to wake up at home..to have it just be a hideous nightmare.
She came to again, this time another threshers cock was already inside her humping her slowly back to consciousness. He was pressing up against the plug that they had not removed yet. the plug pressed into her swore swollen uterus, forcing more sperm to penetrate and absorb through the growing pods.
He withdrew from her and reached his fingers in to retrieve the plug. A small trail of what was left of the last deposit of sperm came dribbling out of her badly gaping pussy. She was shocked, her belly still looking six months pregnant, she thought she was still full of sperm. the pods were growing fast, now stretching her womb by themselves. 12 pods all now the size of baseballs.
He re-entered her, his cock gliding into her with no resistance. he bottomed out in her, the head of his massive cock pressing into the ever growing mass of pods stuffed inside her. He pressed further still,hoping to get more of his cock wet inside her. the pods were far to compact and he could go no further without damaging them.
He began to fuck her, getting harder each time, testing how his thrusts should be to keep from slamming to hard into her overfilled womb. He found his pace and plowed into her faster,gripping the girls small legs like he could snap them with just a bit more force.
She was completely limp now, trying to hide in her mind, ignoring as much of the situation as possible.
He roared and bent down over her, his hands moving to grab the table as he shot his load into her. he made sure the head of his convulsing cock was pressed hard up against the pods, forcing pint after pint of white hot semen into her, her tummy grower larger still, the pods shifting again, being shot around inside her with the sheer force of his burning hot cum squirting constantly from him. He watched her skin stretching effortlessly, as well as her inner walls pushing their limits and expanding further than she thought possible. Her obscenely huge stomach was blocking her view of the thresher leaving her gaping hole only to be replaced by the plug again. She was left alone, feeling as if she would split apart from the pressure in her belly.

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Revenge is Sweet

Brian caught his wife fucking his brother. Shes left, leaving her daughter living her step-father Brian. PLEASE NOTE BITS IN BOLD ARE FLASHBACKS

Not given a chance (chapter 5)

Miles wins the lottery and decides to make his dream a reality! (This is my first story please be nice 😛 I encourage you to criticize though) this series is absolutely fake as far as I know it’s all my imagination.

Last Gasp 2: Descent

Chapter One – Wet Dreams and Memories
I watched as my simulacrum fucked Claire Prescott to death.
My image cried out and came, filling Claire’s mouth and covering her lower face in semen, causing her to gag and choke. I loved that sound she made: her desperate gurgling as she drowned.
I could hear the snap of her neck breaking on the video.
I froze the video on Claire’s last look. It was love for me. It must have been. She looked so sexy there, at the last gasp of her life.
Oh, how I longed for the pleasures of that night, two weeks past. It had been beautiful. Perfect for snuffing.
Just like tonight.
But Claire Prescott, my love, was gone and here I was with her only remaining daughter throated on my cock.
The suction on my cock grew more intense. Spit trickled out between Hannah’s lips and my cock, wetting my balls. The young blonde was near the edge, but she didn’t struggle. I think she was hoping I’d go all the way with her, this time.
I pulled her off before she passed out. She retched and more saliva poured from her lips. Her tits hung down, deliciously.
Hannah Prescott was fifteen years old, with shoulder-length blonde hair and pretty green eyes, a slender frame with perfect tits. I had taken her two weeks ago, along with her mother, Claire, and sister, Heather. Only she had survived my ministrations for this long, mostly because I had taken no other women in the past two weeks. Eventually, I would get around to sending Hannah to the great beyond to join her mother and sister.
I gave Hannah’s tits a good squeeze. They were the equal of any girl five years older than her. My hand went back to the young girl’s hair and I tangled my fingers in it, shook her hard.
“What do you want?” I asked her. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, bitch!”
“Take me and fuck me,” the blonde girl said. “Fill me. Use me and break me. Hurt me and snuff me.”
I pulled her up until her face was close to mine. Her breasts shook. Her breath hissed between her lips.
“More,” I said. “Tell me more, baby.”
“Rape me. Fill me. Come on me and kill me,” she whispered.
I grabbed her by the neck and squeezed.
“Snap me. Trash me and fuck me. Jizz me,” she chanted, her voice rising in pitch. “Come on, just fucking kill me!”
“I think you want me to do that, little clit. You want me to end you. Maybe you’d even get off on it.”
I squeezed harder. Her voice seeped out.
“You’d like it, too,” she cooed.
Her submission to my will had been swift, since her mother’s murder. I had tamed her. But then, she had always been submissive. She was one of those girls who would never retaliate against anything.
I thrust her back down on my cock and skullfucked her. I pushed her head down with my left hand, while I opened my nightstand drawer with my right.
I withdrew the twist of Claire’s auburn hair. She had such beautiful hair. That was what had drawn me to her in the first place. I smelled it. It still held her scent. It was almost two feet long. Long enough to strangle a woman, although I hadn’t used it for such. At least, not since Claire, herself.
I decided that I would use it on Hannah. Someday.
I let Hannah up and she gasped, spit drooling from her lips and onto my cock like a warm shower.
I took a small, plain box from the drawer. Inside were two emerald earrings and three finger rings. I took the diamond wedding ring and placed it on Hannah’s finger.
“So, do you think you married me, now?” she asked. “Or do you just want a bigger thrill by making me think about how you murdered my mother? Jesus Christ, you watch her tape every fucking night! How could I fucking forget it? You’re a joke! A sick fucking joke!”
I looked at her, enraged. This was submission?
My backhand knocked her to the foot of the bed. I grabbed her ring-gag and wound it around her head, fitted it between her teeth.
I sat on her head and shoved my cock down her throat. Ruthlessly, I fucked her, pausing only to smack her face every other stroke or so. Deep and hard, I pressed into her, feeling her tight throat, as I tried to ram straight through her head and into her brain. I took her roughly, working her slutty young throat for long, hard minutes of excruciating abuse. She spit out saliva and it collected on her bright red face.
I pulled out of her throat.
“Mercy…” the single word bubbled out, twisted by the ring-gag.
I flipped her onto her hands and knees, got behind her and pulled her up to me. I caught her in a sleeper hold, one arm across her throat, the other behind her blonde head. She struggled as I choked her, but eventually went limp and dropped from my grasp.
I twisted her around, held her unconscious body up and fucked her slack throat, as I squeezed her neck and head. I came hard, crushing her head to my groin as I pumped my semen down Hannah’s throat.
It didn’t matter where it ended up. She could drown for all I cared.
I got up and turned off the video of Claire’s snuffing.
On the news there was a report: Congressional hopeful’s family missing for two weeks. Are they still alive?
“Not all of them,” I muttered.
That was Hannah’s family. Her father was the hopeful congressman-to-be.
I watched the report. The sheriff was being interviewed. From the sound of his report, he was still following leads. Of course, it was hard to trust what was on television. As a rule, cops didn’t give any useful information out to the media. But, if I was reading him right, he didn’t have anything. Yet.
Beside him were two suits. FBI. They must be. One was a woman.
I paused the picture on my DVR and stared at her. Blonde. Early thirties. Nice, athletic legs. Muscular arms. A fine chest, from what I could see. Strong face with a serious look. Strange eyes…
I stepped up to her image for a closer look.
The right eye was deep blue, almost a violet color. But the left eye… it was a brilliant green, harsh and piercing. Fascinating. Heterochromia. I had seen it before, but never in such beautiful and rare colors.
And that look… this beauty’s eyes showed she had seen some things. Jaded eyes. Desirous eyes. Sadistic eyes.
I knew that look. I saw it every time I looked in the mirror. Others might not know it or acknowledge it, but I knew.
I also knew why she was here. She was the one they expected to catch me with. My nemesis. With eyes like those, steeped in darkness, she had to be a criminal profiler. One of the best and brightest.
A question crossed my mind. Abort or go?
I already had my targets marked for tonight, but it was risky. I pondered the thought for a moment. Finally, I decided that I would go tonight, if possible. I certainly didn’t want to get caught, but I felt the intense need for some new blood.
I pulled Hannah up by the hair and felt her chest. Her heart was still beating. I dragged her unconscious body back to my Chamber.
A serious assfucking would teach her some manners.Chapter Two – Invasion of the Body Snatcher
I checked my watch: 2:31 A.M. It was the time when the whole world seemed asleep.
I had lain in wait for several hours, anticipation and desire burning my chest. Over an hour ago, the last light had gone out in the Lincoln house. I had nearly gone in a dozen times since then. But I had forced myself to wait. Now, the waiting was over.
I moved through the darkness like a wraith. Barely a sliver of the moon was in the sky and I doubted that anyone could catch a glimpse of me in such a dim glow.
I approached the house.
No floodlights. Probably couldn’t sleep well with them on. I knew I couldn’t.
My previous examination of the residence had revealed a basic security system that was simple enough to bypass with my expertise. That was rather foolish for a woman alone with a teenage daughter, but no one had ever accused lawyers of being intelligent.
Jessica Lincoln and her daughter, Abigail. I had watched them for several days, shadowed their movements. The mother was a partner at a local law firm, specializing in family law: adoptions, divorces and such. The daughter went to an all-girls private school.
Which probably meant that she was ready, willing and untouched.
I smiled tightly, as I shut the system down. I turned my attention to the door. With a click, it opened. I slid inside, quickly. Closed the door.
I felt a thrilling rush of adrenalin, and the sensation of curiosity that always accompanied such infiltrations. Who were these people? What were their lives like? I walked past photos too dim to see in the dark.
Unable to control myself, I removed a small flashlight from my pocket and shined it on the pictures. My mind tried to categorize: a doting father, a good-looking mother, a husband, probably, and then: a photo of the mother and daughter. The mother, Jess, was dark of hair and eye. The daughter, Abby, had a lighter shade of brown and brown eyes.
They made a cute pair, one that I planned on taking full enjoyment from.
I removed the picture from the frame and pocked it.
I took out an aerosol spray. It was a little toy that I had employed in my previous vocation. It was filled with a compound that would knock the victim unconscious in just a few seconds.
I proceeded upstairs.
Four rooms, three with closed doors. I glanced into the fourth door. It was a bathroom.
The next I opened, as silently as possible. A girl’s room; the wall was covered in posters of movie stars, music bands and models. There was a desk and a computer; a dresser with open drawers and clothes hanging off, and… a teen-age girl huddled in the bed.
I stepped up to her. Her brown hair and cute face made me want to climb right in with her. It would be the dumbest of mistakes, but it was a fantasy of mine to rape a girl in her own house and bed. But I wasn’t fully prepared for that, yet. I sprayed her face with the aerosol. She inhaled deeply, stifled a sneeze. Her breathing grew deeper still.
I smiled. She wouldn’t wake for several hours.
On impulse, I pulled back the covers. The girl wore a t-shirt and trim panties. She had slim legs and a shapely bosom for a girl her age. She reminded me of Hannah, different coloring, but a very similar body type. A lucky catch.
One down. I turned.
The next door creaked as it opened and I froze.
No movement in the bed. I waited for a moment, ready to jump, should she awake.
Nothing. I entered.
A dark-haired woman was dozing fitfully in bed, the covers kicked off of her. Her head moved from side to side, as if she were caught in the throes of some dream or nightmare. She wore a button-down pajama top that concealed her breasts and tight pajama bottoms that showed a fit lower body.
I sprayed the aerosol mist on her mouth and watched as she drifted off.
I replaced the spray in my pocket.
“Jessica Lincoln, I presume,” I said softly.
I caressed her face. Not quite forty, I guessed, and young-looking even so. At first glance, she didn’t have the spectacular beauty that I usually liked. But she had smooth, unblemished skin and a fresh vitality that gave her an uncommon sort of attractiveness. Lush lips implied oral ability and I felt my dick hardening. Slim but broad shoulders. Long, strong arms.
I unbuttoned her pajama top and flipped both halves aside. Her succulent breasts met my touch. The full, heavy orbs were ripe with her milk, ready for the plundering. My questing fingers slipped under her bottoms. She was bare beneath and… bare there, too! No pubic hair at all!
A sweet surprise. This was one who enjoyed sex, then. I would give her her fill of it.
I imagined giving it to her, hot and heavy, thrusting my cock inside, as I fucked her against the wall of my Chamber. And after, I would hang her up by the neck, enjoy her strangling as she watched me take her lovely daughter…
Suddenly, I heard footsteps and a voice from the door.
A slim figure was standing there, blinking the sleep from her eyes. Her shapely breasts were bare; she wore only a pair of red panties.
Not the daughter, my mind registered. Who? How?
The woman’s eyes opened and she focused on me. She opened her mouth to scream or speak, and…
My kick caught her in the belly, threw her back to the floor, gasping. I hurried to her and caught her by the throat. Heaved her to her feet and pushed her against the wall. I stared into her face.
She was a dark-haired woman in her thirties with eyes the color of sapphire.
I squeezed her throat. She struggled with me, managing to take only little gasps of breath, not enough to fuel the full-throated scream she wanted to utter. She brought her knee up, and I blocked it with my leg. Her hands were around my wrist, trying to break my hold on her throat.
I stuck my hand into my jacket pocket.
One-handed, it was difficult to restrain her. But, I managed to hold on to her as I retrieved the spray from my pocket. I sprayed the aerosol right into her face and she sucked it in, in short gasps.
I felt her strength fade and she went limp in my hands. I lowered her gently to the carpet. I triggered another spray right into her face just to be sure she received a full dose.
Who the hell was this?
A brilliant move, I told myself. Not checking the last room. Only a novice would make such as stupid mistake. I shrugged it off. I had handled it.
I looked down at the woman. A house-guest, then. You can plan for all contingencies and still be taken by surprise. Grabbing the woman by the hair, I pulled her to cock-level. A hot house-guest, too.
Unzipping my pants, I pulled out my engorged cock. The woman’s head hung from my fist, lips hanging slack. It was such an erotic sight; I just had to try her out.
I put my cock on her warm lips, placed the head between them. I looked down at the nameless woman’s face and slowly pushed my large cock inside. Inch by inch, it disappeared down the woman’s throat until it vanished completely. The brunette’s unconscious lips were tight around the base of my manhood and I pulled out, already on the edge. I knew that I had to stop. One drop of semen on the carpet and forensics would go nuts.
I zipped myself up. I promised myself that I would have her like this later.
I placed her on the bed beside the mother.
Time to find my way out of this place. I turned my flashlight on. I checked the rest of the house, just in case, but found no one else. Keys. I needed keys. I had arrived here on foot, trusting to my victims to provide my escape, at least as far as the car I had stashed at a transfer location away from prying eyes. I found a set in the living room and another in a purse in the spare room. I took both. I paused for a minute to rifle through the purse. I found a cell phone, a wallet, some makeup and a bag of fine white powder.
I flipped open the wallet and looked at the driver’s license.
Madison Wade. Black hair. Blue eyes. Thirty-seven years old. Five-foot-eight. One hundred and thirty pounds. San Francisco, California.
“A long way from home, Madison.”
I took the wallet.
Quickly, I set the cocaine up to make it look as if Madison had been using it. With any luck, the police would believe that the missing women were related to the drugs. Perhaps a woman on the run from a vengeful gang?
It was worth a try just to throw them off for a few hours or days.
Out in the garage were two cars: Madison’s and Jessica’s. I unlocked the first one. It was Jessica’s car. On the passenger’s seat was her purse. It, too, was quickly searched. A laptop was sitting beside it. I took the wallet, the computer and the garage door control that I found inside and locked it back up.
The next was Madison’s. I threw the loot on the passenger’s seat and popped the trunk.
Madison went into the trunk, first, after being bound and gagged. I placed Abigail in, after her, also restrained.
My last trip was to Jessica’s room. I bound her wrists, elbows and ankles. Before I left, I did a quick search of the bedroom.
A sparkling necklace of diamonds and rubies lay on her dresser. Unable to resist the temptation, I slipped it into my pocket. Perhaps she would consent to wearing it for me, sometime.
Or not. Either way, it would look great around her neck as I fucked her face.
I picked her up and took her to the garage. Three made a tight fit in the trunk, but I squeezed her in. You would be surprised how many bodies you can fit into a trunk when you have to.
I opened the garage door and backed out. Another click and it closed. I casually drove away from the house, never to return.Chapter Three – I Wish They All Could Be California (Snuff-) Girls
I arrived at the transfer point without complications, precisely thirty-two minutes later. I pulled up beside the vehicle I had stashed there: a non-descript brown sedan.
No one was around.
I popped Madison’s trunk and unlocked the sedan’s. I quickly transferred the girls and closed both trunks. I grabbed the stuff from the passenger seat and threw it in the sedan. I left the keys in Madison’s car and, after a quick once-over to see if I’d forgotten anything, I drove off into the darkness.
On to my house.
It was situated by itself, on a plot of land I had purchased after my stint in the agency. Few people ever came out this far. I had a post office box for official correspondence. I had no relatives to drop by unannounced. Signs were posted all around. They kept some people away. Most people.
I drove up the long driveway. Stopped at the garage, opened the door with my code. I drove inside and parked. Retrieved my house key from the hiding place and closed the garage door, as I entered.
I walked through the house and stepped up to the antique mirror. I stared at my reflection for a second. Then, I opened the secret door and walked down the stairs to my Chamber. I unlocked the door to the Chamber, flipped on the lights.
Hannah hung suspended from a hook in the center of the room. She now wore a golden mask that almost matched her blonde hair. The mask covered nearly all of her face, excepting only her jaw, so that I could gag her, either with a rag or my cock.
She was asleep or faking. Who knew or cared which.
After dumping the loot on a table, I unlocked three cell-doors.
Back in the garage, I opened the trunk. Three sleeping women lay in a tangle of limbs. Jessica, the mother, was coming around. I took her first.
She went into the first cell. I stripped her pajama top off, but left her with her bottoms. The bonds I cut. I slammed the cell door on her and locked it. When she woke, she could watch what I was doing through the small window in the door.
I’m sure she would find it interesting.
The daughter was second. I scooped her slender form up in my arms and took her downstairs.
I could hear moaning from Jessica’s cell. It seemed mommy was awake.
I slit Abigail’s bonds and cuffed her. Hung her up from a hook on the overhead track. I left her in her tee-shirt and panties.
Madison was last. She would probably be sleeping for a while. I had hit her with a double dose of anesthetic.
I closed the trunk, turned off the lights and locked the house door.
I carried the toned brunette downstairs. I removed her bonds, cuffed her and hung her up beside Abigail. Grabbing the track control, I lowered her until her face was at crotch-level.
“Who are you?” The voice came from the window in the second cell-door.
“Hello, mommy,” I said.
“Who are you? What am I doing here?”
I looked inside, saw Jessica struggling. Her tits jumped as she did; an arousing sight, to be sure.
“My name is unimportant,” I replied. “It’s enough for you to know that I am in control of you, your destiny and your daughter. Your lives are in my hands. If it helps, you can call me master.”
I walked back, ignoring the questioning cry.
I emptied my pockets and laid the contents beside the loot I had gathered at Jessica’s home. I stripped off my clothing and stuffed them in a bag for later burning. All of them, shoes included.
I stepped up to the hanging woman and girl.
Madison first. I lifted her head and plunged my cock into her limp mouth. The delightful wetness of her tongue caressed my cock, as I fucked in and out. I adjusted my grip on the head, placed my thumbs over the eyes and pressed down softly.
There was nothing better than a woman’s head my hands. Feeling her hair, her eyes, her lips and throat. So soft and so vulnerable. A quick twist of my hands and she would never wake, a thrust of my thumbs and she would see nothing ever again.
I emptied a load into her mouth. My spunk dripped out the corners of her lips and I grabbed some of it, rubbed it on her face. Another trickle oozed out and I caught a glob on my fingers.
To the side, Abigail was waking.
I pressed my fingers to her lips, giving the brown-haired girl the first taste of my seed. She woke up licking my semen from my fingers. Her eyes blinked open and met mine. The beautiful brown irises had an intoxicating innocence to them, tinged with confusion. For a moment, she was sucking the come from my fingertips. Then she realized something was wrong and pulled away.
I tore the tee-shirt from her chest, revealing her fine breasts.
She screeched like a whipped cat.
I slapped my hand over her mouth. “Shhh!” I tried to soothe her. “You’re making your mother afraid, girl.” I petted her long brown hair. It was such a lovely shade of chestnut. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. You’re with me, now. What happens will happen. There’s nothing you can do. Do you understand?”
I released her mouth.
“Who are you? What are you doing? What do you want with us?” the girl asked, voice cracking. Her lip quivered.
“How wonderfully childlike,” I said. “Who I am hardly matters. What I’m doing should be obvious, even to you. I want your attentions, girl. That’s all. The attentions of a woman. I know that you know how. You’d be a natural. I just know you would.”
“No…” she said, weakly.
“If you don’t, I’ll do something to your mother. Something unpleasant. Do you want to know what I’ll do?”
I leaned forward and whispered it to her. I watched as the girl’s face went white. “Do you agree to do what I want?” I asked.
Abigail nodded.
“Good girl,” I said, as I smiled. I snatched up the track control, pressed the button to lower her to cock-level. “Pleasure me, girl,” I ordered.
“How, sir?” she asked, innocent eyes on me.
How! What a thrilling girl!
“You must know,” I said. “You must have heard some stories from your girlfriends, right? How to please a boy when you are with him. Surely you have some idea how to suck a cock.”
She blushed and looked at me, helplessly.
I smiled. This girl was a treasure.
“Alright,” I said, smiling. “First, you pucker up your lips, like you’re going to give it a kiss.”
Her blank look caused me to go on.
“Like this,” I said and mimed a kiss. I watched as she tried, very sweetly, to copy the technique.
“Good. Then, put your lips on the head of the cock. On the very tip,” I explained.
I felt the sensation, as she did exactly what I described, pursing her sweet young lips over the head of my engorged cock.
“Now, push slowly until the head pops into your mouth.”
There was a soft pressure and, then, a warm wetness.
“Ah… excellent,” I sighed. “Now, run your tongue around the head, in circular motions. Slide it around softly. Feel the texture of the cock; feel the soft flesh of the head. Lick through all the cracks and creases. Lick the slit at the very tip. Now, lick up and down with the tip of your tongue.”
Her pleasuring lips followed my instructions.
She stopped and pulled away. “There’s something sticky,” she said.
“It’s supposed to be. It won’t hurt you. You might even find the taste pleasurable. Try again. Purse your lips on the head, then push forward and let the cock part your lips.”
Again, Abby did as instructed. The head of my cock popped into her mouth.
“Excellent, girl!” I praised her. “Now, I want you to take it a little deeper. Push your lips down and let the cock slide over your tongue. Take as much of the rod as you can. Just go slowly. If it gets too big, just stop and give yourself a moment to adjust. Understand?”
She nodded with the head of my cock in her mouth.
“Ready? Go.”
Slowly, she slid down on me. I felt the teenage girl’s lips explore every inch of my meat, lips and tongue moving as she worked half of my cock into her glorious, youthful mouth. The head of my cock bumped against the entrance to her throat and she stopped, her lips locked around the middle of my cock. She pulled back and slid off of me.
“It’s sticky again,” she said.
“It won’t hurt you, Abby. Take a lick.”
I watched as the girl did just that. Felt the soft tickling of her tongue on the tip of my cock, as she licked off the pre-come.
“What do you think?” I asked.
The girl shrugged diffidently.
“You like it?” I pressed.
“I guess so,” she said, finally.
“Well, right now,” I said. “I want you to try to get my cock all the way inside you.”
“I already tried,” Abby said. “I can’t get more than half of it inside. The rest just won’t fit. Where will it go?”
“Down your throat, girl.”
Her jaw dropped. “I can’t,” she said as she shook her head.
I rubbed her hair. “You can and you will, girl.”
She shook her head. “No way,” she said. “It will suffocate me.”
“That’s the general idea, girl.”
Abigail looked away, defiantly.
What was with me and defiant girls these days? Still, she was arousing. And it was always a blast to persuade a young girl to obey.
“Very well,” I said and turned to Madison.
I retrieved my leather belt. I used the track control to raise the older woman until she was standing. She was just waking, eyes barely opened, when I slipped my belt about her neck and pulled it back. I thrust my cock into her from behind, rammed it in to the hilt.
She was awake, now, that was for sure.
Pounding her cunt from behind, I was pleased to find that her peril induced an extremely tight experience. I pulled harder on the belt and heard her neck begin to creak.
“Stop!” Abby screamed. “You’re killing her!”
“Not quite, girl,” I said, as I pounded my cock deep into Madison’s pussy. My hands tightened on the belt. “Whatever happens to her is your fault, not mine. You’re making the decisions, here. Should I strangle her? Snap her neck? Would you enjoy that? I bet you would. I bet you are wet in anticipation, already.”
“Stop!” Abby screamed, again.
I ignored her protestations as I fucked the brunette’s pussy savagely then pulled hard on the leather belt as I came. Her head was wrenched back; her tits thrust outward and her eyes bulging. She choked, retched and passed out from lack of oxygen. I expected to hear the snap of her vertebrae and to feel the barbaric thrill of taking her life. But she was strong and resilient; my belt left only heavy bruising on her neck.
I released her and stepped up to Abby.
“You’re lucky,” I said. “She’s strong. Most women wouldn’t survive that kind of abuse.”
I thrust my cock out at the girl and she stared at it like it was a poisoned snake.
“Clean me up, now,” I ordered. “Bathe my cock in your warm saliva and suck my jizz down your throat, girl.”
She hesitated, unable to look at me.
“Do it now, girl,” I said, my voice icy. “Do it or I will bring your mother out here and snuff her before your eyes.”
I watched the girl sob as she sucked the come from my shaft.
“You’re a horrible man,” she said with my come on her lips. “I hope you die.”
“Is that so?” I asked. “Have you ever seen someone die?”
I stood and walked to Madison. I rubbed my cock between her butt-cheeks. I grabbed the belt still hanging around her neck.
Slowly, I entered her.
Then, I pulled hard on the belt. Her neck snapped with an audible crack and hung at an unnatural angle.
I smiled at the raging thrill running through me. I had ended a woman’s life for nothing more than a demonstration. Unable to contain myself, I fucked her again while Abby watched.Chapter Four – Tales of the Golden Mask
I entered Jessica Lincoln’s cell. The brunette mother lay on her cot, face and body turned away from me. She trembled at my approach, breasts shaking with silent crying as she stifled her sobs.
“It’s your time, sweet Jess,” I said.
“You’re going to kill me,” she said to the wall. She turned to me, suddenly.
I nodded; a smirk was on my lips.
“Oh, my god,” she moaned. “Don’t do it. Please. I beg you. If you do, then my baby will be all alone. Please.”
“Not for long,” I said, cruelly. “I’ll be sure to send her to meet you soon.”
With a howling cry, the dark-haired woman leaped up and charged at me. A single slap sent her sprawling to the floor, breasts bouncing as she fell heavily.
I grabbed her by her black hair and pulled her to her knees. Her tits wobbled back and forth and I had visions of titty-fucking her, my hands wrapped around her vulnerable neck, choking the life from her as I came all over her chest.
“There is another option, cunt,” I hissed.
She looked at me with sudden hope. Just a glimmer, but it was there.
“Anything,” she promised.
“Hannah…” I whispered. “I want to take her and make her mine, forever. Help me with her and you and your daughter can go free.”
“Help?” she croaked. “What are you saying?”
I kissed her lips and drank my pleasure in. I whispered to her, softly. “I want to take her life, together. With you.”
Her face was filled with shock. She shook her head. “Please, don’t, I can’t…”
I threw her to the floor and kicked her in the ribs. “It’s not a request, cunt! It’s a fucking order! If you don’t do her with me, then you and your daughter will join her in hell!”
She coughed, cried out. She said something I didn’t catch.
“What?” I asked.
“I’ll do it,” the brunette said. “I’ll do anything, please! To save my daughter. But you have to promise me that you will keep your word!”
I grabbed her hair, dragged her to her feet, slammed her against the door. I squeezed her neck, hard.
“Promise me or you don’t get your fun…” she gasped out.
She was giving me an ultimatum? I couldn’t believe the fucking bitch. I would kill her right here.
Slowly, ever so slowly, my rage cooled. “Alright. I promise. But you have to willingly participate. And you have to do it. You must be the one to take her life. A life for a life, as they say.”
“I will,” Jessica said, “for my daughter.”
I looked into her eyes. I believed her.
I opened the door and pulled the brunette outside.
Jessica stepped up to her daughter’s door and looked inside. The brown-haired girl was sleeping, face turned to the wall. She shivered, either from the cool or from the nightmares.
“Let me speak to her,” she demanded.
“After,” I said.
I pulled Jessica towards the ring of chairs, to stand solemnly before the young blonde-haired girl. Hannah was chained to one, gagged but with her mask still on. I wanted her to wear it, even in death.
“Hannah, baby,” I cooed into her blonde hair. “It’s finally time to join your mother.”
I saw Jessica cringe, as if I had slapped her.
Hannah struggled against her restraints.
My fingers went behind Hannah’s hair and I tilted her head back to look up. Her brilliant green eyes shone up at us.
I seated myself in my Master’s Chair.
I threw Jessica a key. “Bring her to me, dear.”
Jess looked at it, then at the girl and then finally at me. I could almost hear the thoughts rolling through her pretty head. Defy me and face torture and death with her daughter? Or stain her soul with an unpardonable sin for the hope of release from this hell?
Slowly, she unlocked the girl.
“Leave the cuffs, baby,” I said. “And bring her to me. Drag her here by her sweet blonde hair.”
Jessica dragged the girl to her feet, the fresh blonde locks clinched between her fingers, and pulled her over to me.
“Kneel her before me,” I ordered. “Offer her to me.”
Hannah shook her head, looked to Jess. I smacked her hard, a strong blow that snapped her head to the side.
“Unbuckle my pants,” I ordered Jessica. “Remove me.”
She manipulated my zipper. Her slender fingers pulled my cock out. She cradled it in her warm hand.
I looked at her. I flicked a lock of black hair away from her face. I searched her eyes for any hint of suspicion. Partially shed tears glistened in the corners of her eyes, as she did her best to control herself.
“Blow me,” I ordered.
She went down on me, taking me halfway inside with the first slurp.
Heaven, I thought, absolute heaven. Her second embrace took me nearly all the way inside her. She pulled back and spit dripped from her red lips in a long line that connected to my cock. Again, she went down and my hips met her, my cock thrust up until she was all the way on me. I felt a choke and a gag and I held her to me by the back of her head.
I released and she pulled off. Spit slid down to wet my pants and drip on her tits.
“Do you like this, baby?” I asked, my voice tight. “Does it get you hot? Does it get you off? Tell me you like this.”
Jessica swallowed. Her nearly-shed tears seemed about to fall.
“Tell me you like this,” I ordered. “Tell me that you want this. Tell me that you want to give Hannah to me. Her life, her soul. Everything. Tell me that you want to sacrifice her to her lord and master.”
“Oh, god,” Jessica nearly cried. “Yes… I want this. I love it and I want to give this girl to you, master.”
“Mount her upon me,” I said. “And get behind her, squeeze her tits.”
I relished the feeling of the girl as she was forced upon my cock. She rode me for long minutes, her young body bouncing up and down on my quivering rod. She sobbed, tried to cry out through the ball gag. Our pace quickened and Jessica forced her down on me, as I thrust upwards.
I came spewing into the girl’s womb.
She slowed to a stop and I backhanded her, sending her flying from my cock.
I looked at Jessica. “On your knees and blow me, cunt,” I demanded.
Obediently, she dropped to her knees and took my softening cock in between her succulent lips.
“Suck my jizz down, bitch!” I ordered.
I pushed her down and choked her on my cock until I was hard again.
“Are you ready, cunt?” I asked her. “We’re going to do it now. You’re going to do it. You will commit the ultimate sin, the final taboo. It’s time. Do everything I tell you to do or your daughter will die. Do you understand?”
She nodded, tears finally falling.
“Give her to me,” I said.
Jess pulled Hannah to her knees and over to me.
I punched Hannah hard in the jaw, stunning her. I quickly removed the ball gag and fixed a ring-gag about her head and mouth.
She gasped and tried to speak. I punched her again.
Jess raised a hand to her mouth, appalled, tears flowing freely.
“Put her face on my cock and fuck her until she dies.”
Jessica tried not to look into Hannah’s green eyes, as she placed the girl’s head over my cock and pushed it down.
For long minutes of luxurious domination, Jess savagely throated the girl upon me. She followed all my orders. She slid the blonde’s head up and down on my cock. She pushed Hannah’s head down, holding her upon me, violently squeezing the throat until the suffering girl gagged and nearly vomited. Jess pulled Hannah’s head up. A river of spit slid out from the open O of her mouth and she coughed. She gasped and turned her head towards Jess, struggled to make coherent sounds.
I smacked Hannah, hard.
“Slide her back down!” I yelled. “Skullfuck her on my cock!”
Jess complied, thrusting the tortured girl on my relentless cock.
“Hit her,” I said.
“What?” the brunette asked, aghast.
“Hit her in the back of the head,” I ordered. “Now!”
Jess struck and I felt the blow through the girl’s skull, luxuriated in the ripples of pleasure running down my cock. “Again,” I said, and I felt the pleasure of the blow. “Again!” I ordered, and felt a third rush.
I was so ready. I was so close to coming.
Jess pulled the girl up again. Spit dripped from Heather’s lips: spit and blood. I caught some of it, smeared it on Jess’s face.
“Finish her, you stupid cunt,” I said to Jess. She really was a stupid cunt.
“Hold her down. Murder her on my dick.”
“Ahhh,” the girl began, but was cut off, as Jess thrust her head back onto my cock, pushed her, oh so deep, and held her.
I looked at Jess. “Taunt her, cunt. Tell her why you’re killing her.”
She hesitated, then…
“How does it feel, to know you’re dying?” Jess began, her pretty voice small and cracking, but growing until she was hissing.
“It’s unfair, I know. But you have to die so that my daughter and I may live. You’re nothing, anyway. A slut that I know nothing about. Your mother was probably just a whore. You’re a nothing. A stupid piece of shit that doesn’t matter anyway. Just go the fuck away! Just die. Just fucking die!”
The girl struggled, blood and spit sliding between her lips, trickling down my balls to puddle on the floor between my legs. She tried to scream, her choked protestations reverberating through my cock and bringing me to climax. My come spewed out into her lungs, as the girl shuttered and passed out.
“Hold her, finish her…” I ordered Jess.
Tears ran down the brunette’s cheeks, as she held the blonde head down on my cock. Long minutes passed. She looked at me, crying, wondering when I would let up. Her grip slackened, but I quickly grabbed the back of the blonde head and held it like a vice. “Not until she’s gone,” I moaned.
Jess let go, sat back on her legs. She rubbed at her tears. She sniffled.
“Push her down,” I said.
“Ssshe’s dead…” Jess whined, tears falling.
“Hold her down, now!” I ordered. I watched as Jessica complied, pressing her hands to the back of the girl’s head. I felt at the girl’s neck for a pulse. Nothing. She was truly gone. My cock twitched and I came again. The white fluid shot up into the corpse’s mouth and oozed out between its lips.
I stood and the girl slid from my cock. She dropped to the floor in a puddle of spit, blood and come. Her face mask was broken, the strap snapped in half. It only partially concealed her face. A dark brown eye stared out at me. Jess avoided looking at the girl.
I pulled Jess to me and kissed her.
She pushed me away with sudden strength.
“You sick, perverted fuck!” she screamed in full-throated hate. “I did it for you… I did it for you! Now, let my daughter and I go! No one will ever know. We’ll spend the rest of our lives trying to forget about you!”
I smirked at her.
“Why are you smiling like that?” she demanded.
“You mean you didn’t know?” I asked, surprised. “Oh darling, sweet Abigail was here, but now she’s gone…”
I watched Jessica as she turned white as a sheet. Her mouth hung open and for several long moments, she could say nothing; her blood running cold.
Slowly, Jessica turned to Hannah’s body. The dead brown eye stared at her, accusingly. The mask just covered the face.
Tentatively, her fingers reached out. She pulled the broken mask away and stared into Abigail’s face. One eye was still green, the other it’s natural brown.
“The hair was a problem, getting the length and shade just right, but the contacts worked like a charm! The plan was so simplistic. I couldn’t believe that you bought it. I can’t believe you didn’t know. Hannah was no problem, either. A nice brown wig and a little something to make her sleep for a while. You never noticed that she wasn’t your daughter. Their ages and body types were so very close, you didn’t know your own daughter even when you were touching her, taunting her and snuffing her on my cock!”
It was just too rich. I couldn’t help myself. I tossed my head back and laughed.
Jessica screamed, a sound torn from the inner depths of her damned soul. She threw herself at me, clawing at my eyes.
I punched her in the face, grabbed her by the throat. “You really are a stupid cunt,” I said.
I threw her to the floor and raped her beside her daughter’s corpse.

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Light of Hellfire: The Series

The war between Heaven and Hell has spilled out into the world of the living, and Baltoh, a Demon-Archangel Hybrid and enemy of both worlds, may be the only one who can stop it.

Cursed!

Visit http://nightboyart.blogspot.com/ for more. This was a short story I wrote for DarknestFantasyErotica and is set in the Warcraft universe.