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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
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story_codes: Monsters/gg(11,7), FFF/g, supernatural, triple penetration, mind control, rape

story_intro: A little girl who is consciously aware of everything around her while her body and part of her mind is under the control of others is taken from this world to one of magic. But it is a darker sort where she is witness to the rape of another girl before being drawn to the abuse as an outwardly willing participant while she is inwardly helpless.


story_language: English







Blackthorne Arms, part 11

Written by madvlad


	Author's Note: Steffi was introduced in Story 7, in which she was forced, via mind control, to give her virginity to a vagrant in the middle of the night. If you haven't read that story, that's all you need to know for this one.

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	Although she had just been sound asleep, her blue eyes were wide as she sat up. Outwardly, there was no stress as the girl sat up. But the true part of the girl, imprisoned once again in the back of her mind, shuddered as her body, now under the control of something or someone she simply thought of as The Other, rose and undressed.

	As the nightgown with the dancing unicorns on it lay discarded on the bed, the girl slid the large flat box out from under her bed. In knowledge gleaned from the close presence of The Other, the real girl, Steffi, understood that the darkness under the beds of children everywhere was truly a place where monsters could lurk. Save for the occasional missing shoe, parents never saw a thing under there, but it also made a perfect hiding place for things that the dark powers wished to keep secret.

	The Other ignored the collected items on the right and selected Steffi's outfit for the night. It was dark red, the color of dying blood, and the leather was made from the hide of a creature unknown to the world of light. The boots reached mid-thigh on the slim, milky legs of the little girl. The miniscule bra had holes in the middle of the triangles that lay flatly over Steffi's chest. As her controlled fingers cinched the top tightly, her nipples were forced out through the holes, getting pinched and being forcibly puffed out. Steffi knew they would soon ache and become exquisitely sensitive to any touch.

	The skirt was last, barely covering the tight curves of her petite rear end. If she moved too quickly, the front would lift enough to expose her bald little cunny. There were no panties included - there never were during her night roaming.

	Although she had no control over her movements and speech, Steffi could see, hear, and feel everything. Now looking in the mirror, the seven year-old, who by day loved happy magic animals, could see how she now appeared as an unholy slattern. The Other made sure the girl gave her reflection a wicked smile before licking her lips.

	Stepping into the hall, the ordinary looking apartment began to shift as a portal to somewhere else opened. In reaction to Steffi's inner horror, the girl's heartbeat increased. Sometimes, she stayed in her own world to do the things she did not understand but was coming to expect all too well.

	The first time this happened, a little more than two weeks earlier, Steffi had gone across the street in the dead of night to meet a scruffy-looking man on a park bench. She had taken his penis into her mouth before he lifted her and put his hardness inside her privates. Steffi vividly recalled the ripping pain of that first entry and how her hairless slit had bled while he made her ride his member. Sometimes, she still bled when she was roughly used but by morning all injuries - those that were physical at least - were gone and her stretched openings were back to normal.

	Openings... It had been the first time through the portal that the little girl learned that her "poop hole" was also another receptacle for the massive pricks that made her expand unnaturally. She had been shocked by that first anal rape by some reptilian creature but quickly recognized the thrusting and expected the steaming wad of jism was eventually injected into her guts.

	She had been a mess by the time all of them were finished with her. Then she got her first cleaning from the soiled tongues of the crones.

	She was in a castle. Normally, Steffi would have been enthralled but this was a place that had seen recent battle. Its smoke-stained surfaces reeked of sweat and blood and of voided bodies. The Other made her inhale the stench deeply, reveling in the aftermath of the carnage while Steffi could do nothing to avoid it.

	Walking further along, Steffi could hear the faint echoes of screams and weeping from elsewhere in the castle. The passageway eventually emptied into a larger room only partially lit by the few remaining candles that still burned in the fixtures hung from chains on the high ceiling. Several creatures were milling about. Large and dark-skinned in varying hues of black, gray, and blue, they stood like men but had clawed fingers and horns on their heads that were as mixed as the skin tones.

	A smaller figure stumbled out of the gloom and Steffi was surprised to see that it was another girl. This was one was older with long blonde hair and luminous, green eyes that were slightly tilted. Beneath her skin-tight pants, her legs were slender but firm. Her tunic was looser and secured by a belt from which hung an empty sword's scabbard. Despite a nasty bruise on one cheek and her hands being manacled, the girl still looked defiant as some of the creatures gathered around her.

	"Do you have a name, bitch?" one of them said.

	"Daphine," the girl answered with a glare.

	"You're rather young to be taking weapons against us."

	"I'm eleven - plenty old enough to have spilled some filthy trullock guts on the ground this day."

	Some of the creatures - trullocks, apparently, murmured angrily but the one who was interrogating the girl simply chuckled.

	"If you're old enough for that, than you're old enough to be treated like a woman in other ways."

	"Careful, Dox," one of the others warned. "The bitch still has teeth."

	"She won't bite once she's broken," Dox darkly vowed and he grabbed the chain on Daphine's manacles.

	When he jerked the girl toward him, her hair swayed and Steffi could see the delicate points of the girl's ears. She must be an elf! Steffi knew from cartoons and storybooks how clever and swift elves could be. The two of them could join together and escape this bad place. Maybe outside they could find a flying horse.

	Steffi's brief foray into a happy fantasy ended as The Other laughed in a woman's voice the girl had heard before. And as it often happened, she could hear other voices of men and women laughing with her in the background.

	As Steffi's hope disintegrated, Daphine noticed her standing nearby. She sensed that this scantily dressed little human girl was not everything she appeared to be. Outwardly, she was enjoying the spectacle but Daphine could sense the small part inside that was frightened and desperate to be away from this place. The elfin girl wished she could somehow help the child, but she was in no position to offer anything.

	Daphine's attention quickly turned back to her own predicament as Dox jerked her arms up over her head hard enough to lift her from her feet. The trullock captain hung the manacle chain over an iron hook protruding from the stone wall on a long arm and left the girl dangling.

	His claws made short work of the elf girl's clothing, leaving it in shreds as two of his soldiers pulled the knee-high boots from her. Daphine's pearl-like skin nearly glowed and Dox pawed her body in appreciation. After a few sweeps up and down the sides of her torso and her legs, he played with the preteen's tiny breasts. Pinching the firm young mounds until the girl yelped, Dox praised her modest attributes.

	"These little sprouts will grow fat and ripe with milk once you're carrying our whelps in your belly. And we'll make this little thing nice and wide, too."

	Dox drew a finger over smooth swell between Daphine's thighs before nudging a claw tip between the girl's labia. Daphine did not struggle, fearing what thrashing against the claw would do. Understanding this, Dox laughed.

	"You're going to bleed there, anyway, wench!"

	Dox's huge hands grasped Daphine by the middle; his fingers easily encircling her. The bulbous end of his prick blotted the girl's cunny from view until he forced it in and made her hairless lips bulge out around it. He hunched his hips, making Daphine grunt loudly as her small hole resisted the over-sized intruder. A few more attempts seemed to get Dox no further until one made Daphine's eyes widen as her inner labia started to give.

	"Ah," Dox rumbled as he sensed that his desire was almost at hand. "The harder the labor, the sweeter the harvest."

	With Dox's next thrust, Daphine lost all control and sent a scream that skittered throughout the catacombs of the castle. Blood from her shredded hymen burst from her wounded snatch as two inches of the creature's cock wedged inside her. Clutching the eleven year-old's body, the trullock hammered his meat into her bit by bit, making her virgin pussy reluctantly and painfully open for him.

	Only Daphine's elfin anatomy kept her from being completely torn as the cudgel of hard meat lanced into her preteen tunnel. More blood from the sundering of her virginity was forced out by gradually tapered away as the remainder of the fluid was used to allow the monstrous prick to slide along the hot, velvety interior of her little twat.

	With the youngster fully penetrated, Dox drew fucked her with long, heavy strokes. The eleven year-old's sleek figure was marred by the moving bulge on her belly that signified how deeply she was being raped. Her little breasts jiggled from the force of the creature's thrusts and her snug cunt burned from grinding contact.

	Standing off to the side, the little human girl busied her hand beneath her lifted leather miniskirt. Liquid leaked from her bald slit while inside the child's mind, Steffi wept for herself and the elf girl.

	With a triumphant bellow, Dox let loose, sending heavy gobs of thick, burning sperm into his young captive. It was to be the first wave in the prolonged assault to force the girl's prepubescent body into early womanhood. The trullock yanked his prick free in a spray of semen and gore. It was still fully erect and he turned to Steffi with a leer.

	"Come here, whore!"

	Steffi wished her mind could look away from the dripping mess that was slathered along the massive penis. But The Other hungered for it and greeted Dox's member with an open mouth. Having no control to make her body retch, Steffi tasted everything as her little mouth sucked as much of the dick as it could. Dreading what was next, Steffi felt the thing enter her throat and cut off her air. It mattered not as The Other made her swallow everything until her little nose was buried in Dox's thatch of unwashed pubic hair.

	While another of his men was taking his first turn in Daphine's poor, abused cunt, The Other was rewarding Dox with a full oral fuck that ended in a belly full of monster spunk for Steffi. When he was done, Dox was still completely hard, as was worthy of a leader of warriors.

	He lay on the stone floor with his erection pointing up while another solder lifted Steffi. Despite the treatment she was enduring, Daphine tried to protest.

	"This one is under spell protection," Dox told the older girl. "It means she won't die from this. And so she won't get any reprieve by dying."

	The trullock holding Steffie slammed her hairless pussy down onto the wet glans of Dox's dick. While The Other rejoiced, Steffi wailed as the thick cock bludgeoned her dainty twat, making it enlarge unimaginably until the front of her torso was bloated from the entry.

	She expected to be grabbed and worked up and down, but Dox only tilted her forward. Another trullock pulled the soft cheeks of her rump apart and began boring through her pink little anus. Although well-used to being orally used while another chose one of her other places, Steffi had never taken two pricks at once below the waist. Even The Other reacted to the searing agony for a moment. But then that presence rejoiced in it while Steffi could only feel every bit of cruel stretching and friction as her rectal tissues went taut around the heavy meat plunged through into her colon.

	As another wad of semen burst inside of her, Daphine gaped as the smaller girl's midsection was obscenely swollen by the double penetration. Then the raping action began as both creatures stroked together. The seven year-old felt her innards turning to burning mush as her tight pussy and ass were viciously plundered. The thick meat in both places kept her legs flung apart as if she welcomed the twin abuse.

	The trullocks, though, thoroughly enjoyed how the child's compact body pressed her flesh against their rods. Eyeing Steffi's painfully protruding nipples, Dox pinched and prodded the flesh with his claws. He and his fellow trullock also praised the gooiness of the little girl's delectable fuck tubes, showing that they weren't completely bad guys.

	Steffi had no answer for him as her head was turned to receive a third prick. Gargling and drooling, she took the member all the way in her throat. With her formerly innocent body now completely sealed with cock meat, the second grader was worked like the rape doll she now was. Pinned by the trio of pricks invading her, Steffi could not escape the pummeling that her tender flesh endured and was fully aware of every bit of contact inside.

	Besides Daphine's weakening grunts that accompanied every push inside her savaged cunny, the fetid air carried the thick, liquidy sounds of hard pricks sluicing in and out of tight young holes. But the lewd concerto was interrupted when Daphine regained enough strength to shriek wildly as her next rapist slid between her firm butt cheeks and breached her anus.

	"Thrag!" one of the others guffawed. "You won't get her knocked up in that hole!"

	"I'm so potent that I just might knock the bitch up back here," Thrag countered as he sodomized the thrashing eleven year-old's virgin ass.

	The fight soon left Daphine again and, despite Thrag's bragging, she was spared a possible pregnancy was her guts were washed with splooge. Steffi's three-on-one rape continued as she took the deep stabs of cock meat that moved in sync. The three trullocks were already to cum and two of them followed Dox's lead, when after prolonging the assault, he roared.

	They joined him, injecting their boiling seed inside the tiny whore-slave. Steffie's tummy expanded even further, making the skin tight as she was force fed a load down her gullet while her unready womb was filled. The last wave of slime added to the pressure inside as her bowels were sullied.

	Steffi lay panting as the rape goo poured from her three fuck holes. She would have remained there had The Other not made her rise and walk from the room, leaving Daphine alone as the sole object of her conquerors' lust.

	The castle went away and she found herself walking in a dark and twisted forest. When she approached a fire in the clearing, the little girl shuddered inside her mind.

	Three ancient women argued as they fussed over vials of powder and liquid while a caldron bubbled over the flames. Steffi had been afraid of witches even before her first foray into this otherworld. And these women were fouler than even their darkly aged appearances showed.

	"She's back!" one of them cried.

	"Our little slut needs a bath before we use her."

	"Oh yes, then we'll have her just right."

	The three witches descended on the child, planting their blubbery lips on the places where she had been used. Steffi wanted to choke as one of the women forced her long tongue, blackened by eons of spoken spells, into her mouth to lick the trullock dregs from there before fishing into her throat.

	Jagged fingernails scratched her little buttocks as they were pulled apart so her asshole could be plumbed by another tongue. The last mouth clamped down on the plump bald mound of the second grader's cuntlet, pinching the fleshy part before sliding a ravenous tongue that reached all the way to Steffi's jism-leaking cervix.

	Once again trapped by a trio, the little girl was thoroughly tasted in every private place until the semen was completely gone. Aged hands molested her young, smooth flesh everywhere. Greedily, the old crones kept defiling the child, making her writhe as her body was forced to cum for them.

	"Now, now," said the one who drew her tongue from Steffi's pink puckered bung hole as she loosened and removed the tiny leather bra from the child.

	"Yes, look what a pretty thing we have for you tonight," added the one who had been lip-locked with the girl.

	"A pretty thing for a pretty thing," cackled the last as she accepted the object from her sister.

	Steffi felt The Other's appreciation for the dildo carved from stone. Every time, the witches had a different one and the girl dreaded them as much as The Other looked forward to them. This was carved from black stone and, like the others, was set with gems spread over the surface.

	While two of them held Steffi over the bubbling caldron, the third forced the object into the seven year-old's hairless cunt. The thrusts were not as forceful as those of the trullocks, but the witch twisted the perverse toy as she stroked, making the gemstones rasp against the child's cunny walls. The two witches holding her chewed and sucked at the little girl's engorged nipples while she was mercilessly fucked in her tiny but grossly stretched pussy.

	The pain of it all seemed to focus the tongues of arousal that also assaulted Steffi's loins. Like those of the witches' these invaded her and forced her to point she couldn't resist. When her body convulsed in another orgasm, the witch yanked the dildo free with a moist pop. The three witches cackled in delight as the little girl's twat, after being so foully used for hours, responded with a copious flow of cum juices that poured into the caldron. The contents of the pot hissed and bubbled.

	"It's a lovely start," one woman said.

	"But just a start," another admonished.

	"Back to work, out little pretty," the third one finished as she once again raped the seven year-old with the studded dildo.

	Steffi's eyes flew open. Lying in bed, she turned her head - all under her power - and saw it was just five minutes before her Cinderella alarm clock would ring. She lay there trying to convince herself that it was all a dream.

	But it wasn't. She pushed the covers down to reveal her naked body. In the glow of the night light, she spotted her nightgown still on the floor. Before she could sit up, she knew what must be done.

	Fumbling between her legs, she felt the base of the dildo protruding from the smooth ring of her spread pussy lips. Whimpering, she eased the thing out. It made rich, fleshy noises as it slowly broke contact with her clinging snatch. When it finally came completely free, she exhaled loudly and wondered again how all of that had fit inside of her.

	Already, she could feel the mysterious spell working as her inner plumbing contracted back to its normal, little girlish size. That fact was of relative comfort as she knew it would only be a matter of two or three nights before it was all stretched again.

	The Other wasn't in her head at the moment but had left her with commands that Steffi was compelled to follow. The first was to clean the gifts she received from the witches. Using her tongue (as had been specified), Steffi carefully licked the dildo clean. She wasn't aware of how intently she was doing her task until The Other popped into her head - not to take control but to simply share the experience.

	"My, you're starting to like the taste of your own pussy, aren't you?" The Other chortled in a whispery voice. "As well you should - you are quite delicious."

	Steffi wanted to deny it but as she swirled her tongue, wondered if The Other was right. What was she becoming?

	The Other slipped away as easily as it had arrived. Finished with the bejeweled twat plunger, she followed the other standing order. Sliding the box back out from under the bed, she opened the lid to find her leather outfit folded and back in place. She didn't remember doing that, but the last part of her night had grown hazy while she was being raped by the witches.

	With a sigh, she placed the dildo on the right side of the box, joining the others that had been shoved in her to mine her childish quim of its nectar for purposes she didn't want to know. Then she thought of poor Daphine, left alone with those monsters. Tears began to well before she was interrupted by a knock on the bedroom door. Her mother's voice came through it.

	"Sweety? Are you up?"

	"Yes, Mommy," Steffi answered in what she hoped was a normal voice.

	Closing the box, she slid it back into the safety of the under-bed shadows. She put her nightgown on and went to use the bathroom so she could cleans herself as much as possible before resuming her other life in the light of day.

	As she entered the lobby to leave the building for the school bus, Steffi saw Mrs. Darby, who was in charge of the whole apartment building along with her husband. The woman greeted her with a cheery hello and a warm smile. Steffi smiled back. Mrs. Darby was always so nice, especially to the kids. If only the woman knew how to stop the night time things that haunted Steffi. But how could she explain this to anyone?

	As Pamela Darby watched Steffi exit through the lobby doors, a breeze blasted through them and briefly lifted the little girl's skirt. She enjoyed the view of that compact little bottom in polka dotted panties, but her mouth watered as she remembered this morning's last taste of kiddy cunt she had shared during Steffi's cleaning of the dildo.


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