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story_codes: Creatures/ff (13, 12) Creature/g(7), caution, supernatural, rape, semi-cons

story_intro: Pursued by bullies, Wendy, a little Brownie Scout trying to sell Girl Scout cookies, seeks refuge in the lobby of an elegant apartment building that always reminded her of a fairy tale castle. Even fairy tales often have a dark side and she and her tormentors get taken by unspeakable creatures. Wendy's captor finds her cookies quite delicious before turning to her as the tastiest treat of all.


story_language: English







Blackthorne Arms, part 10

Written by madvlad


	Quietly walking into the room, Pamela caught her husband just as he plowed his prick into the bald pussy of a struggling eight year-old. This was unexpected and the woman stopped cold.

	"I thought you were going to fuck Giselle in the ass," she stated.

	"Already done," he grunted as shifted his hips to force more of his meat impossibly deep into the little girl. 

	Under normal circumstances, the length of his member that was already buried inside of the child would have ruptured her cervix and her uterus and would be crushing some vital organs. But in their preternatural abilities, seasoned coven members could do the impossible by stretching their partners on the inside without regard to the small size of their bodies. Many creatures that existed in the dimension that bordered the Blackthorne Arms building in many ways were able to do the same thing with any humans, adult or child, that were occasionally sacrificed to them.

	With another heave, Arthur bored the last of his dick into the third grader. Giselle's breath escaped her mouth with a winding groan as her young snatch was incredibly elongated and bloated.

	Arthur pulled her up against him and turned around to face Pamela with the child impaled on his prick. Taking the girl's springy little buns in his fingers, he pulled them apart so that Pamela could duck slightly to see her husband's semen plopping from the eight year-old's fiery red asshole. There was a little blood mixed in with it as Arthur sometimes liked to add some damage for creativity's sake. As always, Giselle would neither remember anything nor have any injuries to indicate the foul abuse she had just suffered. 

	"My, that was quick," she remarked. 

	"You know how Darius likes his meat tenderized before a marathon rape. He and Elena should be here in an hour so I'd like to have Giselle properly ready."

	"Of course, dear. I've had Simon uncork a bottle of the '69 Maison Sylvana to let it air. Elena enjoys that kind while watching her husband dally with a little one. You know, it really has been too long since we've seen them."

	"How the years fly," Arthur agreed as he stroked his prick in and out of Giselle's little twat with thick, soupy noises emanating from the child's painfully spread cunt lips. "I believe the last time was in '37 or '38 with Joe at his dacha."

	Pamela nodded. Mr. Stalin had been a lively host - a bit provincial perhaps - but earnest. And there had been that troupe of angelic little ballerinas who entertained them all quite wonderfully after dinner. Thinking back, Pamela couldn't quite remember if the tots had danced for them before the post-meal entertainment really got underway. Shrugging, she left the room to attend to some other business before she paused, sensing...pursuit. 

	And opportunity.

	Douglas thanked the woman and clicked off the phone before opening the front door to the Hembly Towers apartments. The little girl was standing there in her Brownie vest with one of those two-wheeled grocery carts at her side. The cart was filled with Girl Scout cookies and the doorman knew she'd be disappointed. 

	"Wendy," he called.

	The girl turned to look at him, her light brown curly hair dancing in the breeze as a UPS truck pulled up to the curb. She had been smiling in anticipation of her first cookie sales event and Doug hated to burst her bubble.

	"I'm sorry, Mrs. Dooley just called. She has to work late and won't be able to take you to the plaza to work the sales table."

	Surely enough, the girl was crestfallen but before Douglas could say anymore, the UPS driver came wheeling a dolly stacked with boxes. Douglas let him in and then followed so he could inventory and sign for the residents' packages. Assuming Wendy would also come back inside, he gave her no more thought.

	Wendy pouted, hoping that would help her not cry. She had been looking forward to being at the plaza with Mrs. Dooley and a couple of other girls as they sold cookies to shoppers and people out for a walk. The boxes she had with her were extra ones to be sold after she had already delivered the ones that people in her building had ordered from her but she was looking to selling even more like some of the older girls in Girl Scouts did. 

	In her distress, she wondered if she could simply go to the plaza herself. She knew the way - it was one block south, then seven blocks east. Along the way, she pass that other apartment place, Blackthorne Arms, that she always thought looked like a magic castle in disguise. Of course the grown-ups would say that she was too young to go by herself, but if she went ahead and did it, they'd know they were wrong.

	But she wasn't too young! She was already in second grade and walked her little sister to the kindergarten classroom every morning when they got to school. Mrs. Abernathy, the kindergarten teacher, often remarked what a great big sister Wendy was. That proved to Wendy that she was quite capable of taking on this cookie venture. Turning to the right, she pulled her cart along - confident that it would be empty by the time she returned.

	"Check it out," Dana said as her friend, Cheryl, rolled a joint. "Do you want some cookies?"

	Cheryl turned to see a little girl pulling a cart of brightly colored boxes heading their way where they stood near the entrance to an alley. She had just turned thirteen - officially a teenager, now and was proud of that. Dana had to wait another six months to match her age but it was no big deal. For years, they had been partners in crime as teachers and guidance counselors could attest.

	"Cookies are good," Cheryl coolly remarked. "And maybe she's got some cash on her, too."

	"Hey, kid. Are those for sale?"

	Wendy stopped as the two older girls called to her from the alley. She had seen them hanging around before and had heard that they were rather naughty. With some caution, she nodded.

	"Cool," said Cheryl. "Come over here and show us what you've got."

	Wendy took one step their way before she stopped. They had backed up slightly and, despite her generally trusting nature, sensed that they were trying to draw her into the alley.

	"I can't," she mumbled and hurried past the alley.

	"Hey, bitch!" Dana spat. "You can't blow us off like that."

	Whimpering, Wendy tried to run but the cart was cumbersome and her speed was limited. The older girls jogged behind her, keeping an easy pace but not daring to do anything out in the open.

	"The Blackdick Arms is up ahead on the right," Cheryl said to Dana, using their crude nickname for the place. And it has an alley after that."

	"Good, we can push her in there," Dana agreed.

	Sensing the panic in the first one approaching, Pamela sent a mental suggestion - an impression rather than words as the latter was difficult to do on short notice and without proper focus. But it would probably suffice.

	As Wendy neared the magic castle place, she had an urge to go inside. There was safety in there - somehow she knew this. There were two low, wide stone steps up to the glass doors and her cart bounced on each one but she kept her grip as the doors parted on their own. The big girls behind her said some bad words but went in after her.

	As they entered the lobby, Dana's frown became a feral grin. The place was empty except for the little shit who looked for all the world like a scared rabbit.

	Pamela was standing openly in the lobby but the shadowing trick she used on the minds of the others made her go unnoticed. It was an easy thing for her to do - so much so that she hardly needed to give it any thought. Instead, she concentrated on not one bit of prey, but three. Oh, the two other girls thought they were the hunters but that notions would be corrected in due time.

	Then the woman focused on the one she had drawn in. A Girl Scout - no, better yet, a delicious little Brownie. There were so many possibilities but she had to act fast. With a command, she made the elevator door slide open with a cheery ding!

	Wendy raced for the car. Laughing, Cheryl and Dana went after her, cornering her at last as the doors closed behind them. But before they could do anything, the elevator suddenly plummeted; racing through depths beneath the building's sub-basement levels and past Earth itself.

	Chuckling, Pamela checked her watch. She had plenty of time before the guests arrived and her wait in the lobby would take only a few minutes. Down where the car had gone, time moved differently and there would be hours that passed before it returned to the lobby. Pamela had no idea who would return - or if any of the trio would come back. That's what made this little diversion so amusing.

	Dana thought she was going to puke. The damned elevator was broken and was plunging fast to...how many floors did that fucking Blackdick Arms have, anyway? Cheryl was in no condition to laugh at her distress as she lay on the floor as if trying to hug it. Dana wondered if her face matched the same pale green as Cheryl's. The cookie girl was slumped in a corner, shaking, while her cart was canted in the back corner. 

	The thought of cookies started to push Dana to the point of evacuating her stomach when the elevator stopped with a jarring whump that seemed to rattle Dana's inner ears. The doors shot open as the car pitched forward.

	"Out!" she croaked; more of a desperate cry than an order. 

	She stumbled out as Cheryl scuttled behind her. Despite her stomach still doing gymnastics, Dana stood straight as she gaped at their surroundings. 

	It was a city - or was at one time. Rubble that may have been roofs and walls were scattered about, some of them retaining the shape of partial slabs. Other pieces were recognizable as columns like the ones in videos about the old Romans and Greeks. 

	Strewn through the wreckage were skeletons and pieces thereof. They didn't look right. Some bones appeared to have been chewed but there was more to it than that. No, they were sort of human but not quite. 

	Trying to avoid the sights, Dana looked to the horizon and regretted it. The sky was red and stained with clouds of swollen, pulsing black like infected wounds about to burst. Intermittent strings of lightning shot through the mess - it was not the bright white she knew but more of a diseased yellow.

	Other things whipped low - too low. They were dark and long and they were...seeking them? Cheryl ran, abandoning Dana but made it a dozen steps before one of the whips caught her in the thigh, making it snap with a meaty sound that made Dana's stomach revolt at last. 

	She was still retching when one of those whip-like things snaked around her stomach. Dragged through the rubble, she saw legs with barbs - like giant insect legs. Looking up, she saw the tendrils and the legs attached to bodies that looked like armored carapaces. The tendrils were flailing at her and her clothes were coming off in shreds. 

	Her bra flew off, letting her firm young tits pop free. The mounds Dana had charged some boys to play with were caught by tendrils and squeezed for a moment as if judging their value. The other ones holding her body rolled her while they prodded her with the tips. 

	Hearing Cheryl's screams, Dana saw her friend placed on the ground on her hands and knees. Her broken thigh was already an ugly purple and green and she could not support any weight. The creature holding her lowered its head with and with the pincers jutting from the edges of its mouth, squeezed her leg and seemed to set the bones straight for a moment. But they kept squeezing until Cheryl's leg was sliced free at the break. Green goo was spat from the creature's mouth, coating the area where the shrieking girl's leg sprayed blood and sealing it within seconds. 

	Small, leathery-looking rodents skittered forward and began gnawing on the young teen's severed leg. Now resting on her hands, one knee, and a stump, Cheryl's next horror came when an opaque tube slid out from the creature's body and between the thirteen year-old's buttocks. Dana shook her head, praying to anyone she didn't believe in that it wouldn't go farther than that. But it did and as Cheryl wailed, Dana found herself in the same position, only with both of her legs intact, nude and helpless as the same tube descended from her captor.

	"No...no..."she tearfully begged as her ass cheeks were spread far apart. 

	The thing there was far too thick and there was no way it could...

	If her air hadn't been punched from her by the violent thrust into her ass, Dana's screams would have been nearly bone-piercing. With the sounds of ripping and gushing that the preteen felt as rendering damage in her flesh, her anus was bludgeoned open. She could sense the hot liquid flow of blood running down her legs but it was pushed to the background as the thing slammed into her rectum. She was expanded quite unnaturally as the member moved in further...then out...then in...

	Despite her agony, the twelve year-old moaned in shame. She was being fucked in the ass by a giant bug. Looking over to Cheryl for some hope of escape, she saw the thing in her friend's butt swelling in places - and the bulges were moving toward the trim body of the captured girl. Jolting, Cheryl discovered new octaves to her cries. And Dana knew what was to come in her body.

	The pulses in her damaged ass made her vision go blank with sizzling sheets of white. Along with thick goo, things were being pushed inside of her. Her bowels ached, interspersed with spears of pain, as they were reshaped by the new additions. The tube withdrew, leaving the preteen's bleeding asshole gaping open as the fetid air seemed to lick at it. 

	Something jumped into her mind, as if inserted there. Eggs. She was carrying eggs inside her. She would be a living incubator, warming the eggs until the larvae hatched and crawled out of her anal tubing. Another thought-video permeated her brain. Then an insect - the one who had raped her or another - would return to lay more in her body. 

	Somehow connected, she sensed there was a symbiosis between the creatures that had just attacked and implanted her and Cheryl and some other beings - beings who were emerging from...below. Her colon was not the only place to nurture developing offspring.

	Something red and muscular erupted through the shattered stones on the ground in front of her. As Dana opened her mouth to yelp, the thing plunged into it, cutting off her noise and her air as it went into her throat. It quivered and she felt liquid squirting down her throat and into her belly before the thing suddenly pulled away. The mental link gave her the wordless knowledge that she had just been fed. 

	More things - thicker and splotched with white on their reddish length came up around her and then in a shower of dirt and rock, some huge being emerged and crawled to her while its limbs snaked around her body. 

	One limb slid between her legs, pushing at the lightly haired mound there. Dana mewled in fright. Despite giving some oral sex, she had not gone all the way like Cheryl had. But a sudden thrust that shredded her hymen made her equal to her friend. With several limbs holding her, the twelve year-old's last untouched place was wrenched open widely by the ravaging member that filled her developing sex before making it enlarge in ways it could never do in her own world. 

	But that world was lost to her as her preteen snatch was raped with bruising strokes. With the eggs packed in her rear, she was already uncomfortably bloated as the muscular limb fucked her in her newly-opened cunt. Her pert, A-cup breasts jiggled as she was cruelly taken. This new creature's mind joined hers in the same strange way as the other's had. It knew of young human females and how those small mounds would grow heavy with milk so the babies - the babies it would force her to make - could feed. 

	Dana had no idea of the time. In her misery, she saw Cheryl in the same dog-like position that she was another red thing mated with her. The smaller animals were gone and Cheryl's lost leg was now another chewed relic of bone like so many others.

	The limb burrowing incredibly deeply in Dana's elongated pussy convulsed and the twelve year-old felt the hot sting of sperm invading her uterus. It would be the first of many. After the violator withdrew, another promptly plugged her quim and the cycle began again; to be repeated until she became gravid and perhaps still beyond that.

	Wendy shivered as she huddled beneath a tilted slab with one edge lying on some larger rubble to make a small shelter. With huge hazel eyes, she saw the older girls subjected to things she could not comprehend. As the vaginal rapes continued in the same way, she eventually became more aware of her surroundings. There were footsteps of some kind drawing closer and she looked for an escape. 

	The elevator car remained where it was with its doors open, looking somehow incomplete as it sat among the remains of the city. But she had already been trapped there once by the girls and saw it as no refuge. In desperation, she scrambled out from beneath the slab and managed to run a dozen steps before a grayish creature that resembled a jungle cat with porcupine quills instead of fur pounced in front of her. 

	Wendy stepped back and saw three others approaching from different angles. Having seen the fate that befell Cheryl and Dana, the second grader couldn't help to notice the erections these newcomers were sporting.

	Another being suddenly landed beside the first cat-like thing. This one was more human-like with a leathery, gray-skinned, and massive musculature as it stood upright. Atop its shoulders was a head with no neck exposed. Beneath red ridges on its brow were ink-black eyes and a lipless mouth that displayed triangular teeth. 

	It swung a fist and sent the cat-thing airborne. As the cat squealed and flailed before landing unseen with a distant thud, the others made a quick retreat. Turning its attention to the trembling child, the creature scooped her up and cradled her easily in one arm. Wendy's rear end fit in the palm of one hand with fingers tipped by claws. 

	The creature stepped over to the elevator and sniffed inside. Pulling out the cart of boxes, it lifted it to its face and sniffed at it with the two vertical slits that comprised its nose. Then it peered at Wendy with its solid, unblinking eyes.

	"Um, they're cookies," she meekly explained.

	"Coo keees," the creature repeated.

	"Yes, I'm a Brownie. I sell them," she continued. Perhaps the thing would not hurt her if she was polite. "You can have some for rescuing me if you want. My name's Wendy. Uh, what's yours?"

	"Gurff," the creature said.

	"Okay, Gurff, you can have a box of cookies if you want."

	"Coo keees," the creature repeated as he carried his newfound treasures up to what may have been a temple before he scaled the edifice with his clawed feet until reaching a high, flat roof. He looked about, sniffing the air before setting the girl and the cart down. 

	The little female kept repeating the word, Gurff, as if it was his name. In truth, he didn't have a name - his kind had no use for them. "Gurff" was just a general comment he used for "What's this?", "I'm hungry", "How about this weather?" and other common phrases where a simple syllable was more efficient. But if his new pet wanted to call him that as well, he had no particular issue with it.

	Gurff lifted a box from the cart and sniffed it. 

	"Those are Thin Mints," Wendy explained helpfully.

	"Tin Maunts!" Gurff bellowed. 

	Before Wendy could correct his pronunciation, Gurff jammed the entire box his box, gnashing the cardboard, plastic insert, and the cookies into bits before swallowing. Having witnesses this display, Wendy decided that "tin maunts" was just fine.

	Gurff selected another box, which Wendy described as Do-Si-Dos.

	"Do Seeee DOOOEEEEEESSSSSS" Gurff proclaimed, using the last portion as a battle cry. 

	When he devoured that box, Wendy felt responsible to warn him of something she had been told.

	"If you eat too many cookies, you will get a tummy ache."

	"Coo keees!"

	Gurff turned to the girl, deciding to forgo any further contents of the cart for a moment. He picked her up and smelled her. 

	"Coo keee," he confirmed.

	"Please don't eat me!" she cried, accompanying her plea with a burst of tears. 

	Gurff cocked his head as he looked at his weeping pet. Her response was odd since coo keee signified something quite enjoyable. Obviously, she had limited language skills so he clarified. He pushed her skirt up, enjoying the feel of her smooth thighs beneath his thumb pad. There was a bit of thin, light green cloth around her waist that covered her most delectable part. Poking at the tiny bulge beneath the fabric, Gurff explained.

	"Coo keee."

	Wendy stopped crying but now murmured worriedly. Gurff wanted to do something naughty to her. Between his poking and the hard rod now protruding from his crotch, there was no doubt of his intent. 

	"Coo keee," Gurff confirmed as he tried to get her panties off. 

	But everything about the girl was so little and he was not used to delicate work. He set her down and used both hands. With breathy huffs of impatience, he gently pulled at her blouse and vest, trying to remove them instead but with no result. As he started to pull harder, the girl called out.

	"No! Don't rip my uniform! Please!"

	"Coo keee."

	"Ohhhh," Wendy mewled. 

	She didn't like where this was going but she didn't want her clothes torn apart, either. Resigned, she started to remove her clothing while Gurff watched. She was going to be naked with her rescuer and his big thing. And he was going to be naughty with her kitty.

	Once she was completely nude, Gurff hungrily surveyed her smooth, creamy little body. His tongue ran along his upper teeth before he picked her up with one hand, holding her by her midsection with his fingers completely encircling her flat chest and soft belly. Wendy tried to keep her legs together but Gurff easily poked them apart as he brought her crotch to his face for more olfactory investigation.

	"Coo keee."

	Then Wendy felt the slurp of his tongue over her bald little vulva. The thing was rough but coated with a thick slime that was his saliva. She squeaked and wriggled but could do little else while he lapped away. The way it rubbed her made her feel kind of shocky inside as if she was vibrating. And melting.

	While Wendy did not understand how her sex functioned, Gurff was enjoying how tasty she was becoming as her nectar oozed from the smooth and chubby lips of her quim. The seven year-old's genitals became a snack for him until another need made him change his actions.

	Lowering the girl to his dick, he pressed her cunny against the head. She may have been ridiculously small, but instinct told him that in this realm, her kind could take everything.

	"Coo keee!"

	And then the creature jammed the helpless little Brownie onto his prick, making her hairless pussy lips spread obscenely before her maidenhead disintegrated as she was entered. Wendy's thin screams carried out over the hellish landscape, disregarded by other denizens. Gurff's thick meat stretched her virgin cunt widely, penetrating it as the child was pushed in sharp jerks until her cervix was reached. And there was more for her to take.

	Wendy saw her tummy swelling as the beast's member filled her immature tunnel. Then she felt herself expanding in other ways - more deeply as her little body took everything Gurff had to give. Her crying petered out as she was impossibly stuffed.

	Gurff though she looked positively cute with her little legs angled widely where his prick was jammed between the taut hole where that delicious mound was now stretched. Now he pulled and pushed her, making her ride his length while her straining twatlet clamped around him and pleasured him with its liquidy heat and smoothness.

	"Coo keee," he crooned as he played with his new sex toy.

	By the third stroke, Wendy began squirming. With her tiny pussy stretched so incredibly, the surfaces were overly sensitive and now those early shocks were becoming heavier and feverish. She didn't understand her body's reaction but felt a momentary bliss as her orgasm exploded. The heavy thrusting inside her ravished snatch brought her back to reality before Gurff came and flooded her unready womb with thick blobs of steaming seed. 

	The second grader mumbled incoherently as she felt and saw her body swell with the heavy injection of jism. Gurff stopped moving her but kept her impaled on his dick. But at least some of the semen was able to leak out as selected another box from the cart and held to so she could see.

	"Tagalongs," she croaked, never having suspected when her Brownie troop was taught about the different flavors that she would be doing this with a customer whose massive cock was buried inside her deflowered little pussy.

	"Tah Gah Loooongs!"

	And the box disappeared into Gurff's maw. 

	Satisfied with his snack, he once again used the human child to wank his prick, enjoying the snug heat of her gooey cunt. It was especially nice when she came and her overtaxed twat muscles managed to squeeze him convulsively before he reciprocated by inflating her baby-making chamber with his ejaculate.

	The cycle continued for hours as the creature fed on the cookies while his prick was caressed and scrubbed by his seven year-old pet cum socket. When the cart was at last empty, he pulled Wendy from his dick with a very lewd plop. With one finger, he gave her a quick wiping to remove much of his gunk from her crotch and legs. Not everything was gone and her once-again little slit was leaking. But this was a good thing as her new scent would mark her as his and protect her from other creatures. 

	As she donned her panties, Wendy stopped and looked at her mons. Aside from being a little flushed in color, it looked like it had before. Then she realized that it was probably naughty to be staring at her kitty and she quickly got dressed. 

	As Gurff carried her to the elevator, they passed near where the older girls were still being continuously mounted. Sensing the pheromones of these other two creatures, Gurff discovered that the one with the damaged leg was pregnant. The other one would get that way before long and they would still be used for pleasure until they were nearly full term and delivered. The eggs in the other chamber would be replenished as well as these females would continue on as breeders. 

	It did not matter to Gurff as he finally set his prize and her car by the elevator. 

	"Coo keee," he said quite meaningfully as he gently pushed her inside. 

	Wendy turned to say something to him but the doors slammed shut and the elevator rocketed away.

	Five minutes after the elevator had gone from this dimension, Pamela heard it arrive with a cheerful ring of the chime. It wasn't until the doors opened that she learned if there were any returning passengers. The little Brownie staggered out with her empty cart in a way that told Pamela all she needed to know.

	What a lucky girl, the woman thought. Pamela certainly hoped that the seven year-old appreciated how lucky she was to get her tiny pussy ripped open by a monster (literally) cock for her introduction to sex. Of course, she looked a little dazed at the moment, but who could blame her?

	Now allowing herself to be seen, Pamela approached the girl with a pleasant smile.

	"My! You had a successful sale. All of your cookies are gone."

	Wendy tried to speak but couldn't. Then Pamela took a wad of bills from her pocket and counted out enough to pay for the lost load with a nice tip as an extra. She placed the money in Wendy's hand and patted her on the head.

	"Be sure to come back as much as you can," she told the Brownie. "Now that you have loyal customers, you'll be welcomed back with all of your tasty treats. And I do mean all of them. So be sure to return soon."

	The girl nodded with a vague expression on her face before she turned and left the lobby, toddling a bit from the adventure she had experienced between her legs. Pamela grinned as she watched her exit. She had spell-shaded her voice as she spoke, planting the suggestion to keep returning as a subliminal command in the child's brain. Chuckling, she wondered of the little girl even needed that extra push as she already knew what kind of delicious treatment awaited her.



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