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story_codes: Monsters/g(7), Animal/g(4), supernatural, bestiality, rape, cons

story_intro: Fascinated with horror movies, David loves to torment his little sister with his monster models. But in the dark magic of the Blackthorne Arms, torment can go much deeper, as David's sister discovers after he's asleep. When a younger cousin comes to visit, the action of the witching hours becomes even more intense.


story_language: English




Blackthorne Arms, Story 13

Written by madvlad


	David knew that taking them out of the box would reduce their mint value, but he didn't care. What good were toys if you couldn't play with them? Of course, he didn't consider what he was doing as mere playing.

	They were figurines from an uncle who had collected them in his childhood and had discovered them in a moldering box in David's grandparents' home after the elderly couple decided to downsize from the old rambling house to a condo in Florida. While his uncle had lost interest in movie monsters by the time he entered his teens, David was growing more passionate about them at the same age.

	There were some other boys in his middle school that liked monster movies but probably more of the newer stuff. David liked the special effects of current horror fare but also appreciated the classics. He didn't know if other kids did because he never asked. For David, his favorite company was his own in the privacy of his bedroom with the door shut.

	When his father's job required a transfer to the city, David's family found a large and comfortable apartment in a place called the Blackthorne Arms. Although modern-looking in the family's apartment, the outside looked like it could harbor a few ghouls and other supernatural fiends which suited David just fine. One of the other residents, Mr. Weatherby, shared an affinity for the old movie monsters as well which he revealed after he noticed David staring at a Bela Lugosi t-shirt he had been wearing one day.

	David thought Mr. Weatherby was pretty cool although he didn't hang out with him aside from occasional movie talk in the lobby because the guy was an adult, after all. Still, he could imagine Mr. Weatherby at age thirteen and being just like David; a loner and considered weird by his classmates and probably teachers. What David would have thought had he known that it had been centuries since Simon Weatherby was thirteen is another story.

	While girls in his class thought movie monsters - and David, by extension - were disgusting, David liked that the creatures also frightened his little sister, Daisy. (Yeah, his parents named their two offspring with similar-sounding names - ugh!) Even the posters and figurines were usually enough to scare her off although she still occasionally burst into his room with some annoying surprise or question. Fortunately, the family had moved into the place that had lockable knobs in the bedroom doors just at the time where David discovered the pubertal joys of having one hand busy while his pants were pulled down. 

	Sometimes during those moments, he stared at pictures of women in lingerie or swimsuits on his computer. Other times, he pictured some of the women in the horror movies in his mind (particularly a couple whose braless chests were exposed after losing their shirts in movies that his parents didn't know he had seen). Another guest star in his masturbation theater was Clarissa Butler, a girl in several of his classes who might be thirteen but had the tits of a fourteen year-old, to be sure. As of late, though, memories of Daisy coming out of the bathtub (she wasn't much for closing doors) had invaded his visions. 

	She was only seven and his sister to boot. There were no boobs to ogle but that chubby mound between her legs had no hair obstructing the view and David's fevered adolescent mind wondered about the mysterious pleasure she had inside the little slit. She was a girl, after all. After his carnal release, David felt guilty and disgusted for including his sister in such thoughts. But Daisy had an annoying habit of barging in where she wasn't wanted and he was glad his locked door had prevented her from ever catching him with his hard tool in his hand. 

	David also didn't want her running in right now and startling him as he added some gory details beneath the fangs of the twelve-inch tall Bela Lugosi Dracula figure he was altering. Again, it would destroy the value of it but David didn't care about some forty-something year-old reliving his childhood at a vintage toy store. His Dracula looked cool as hell! 

	Up on the shelf was a similarly sized Frankenstein as portrayed by Boris Karloff with David's alterations complete including some scorch marks in the neck where the bolts protruded and a little pus around some of the stiches. Maybe some bloodstains on the cuffs of his sleeves from a victim or two might work, too. David would have to consider that.

	At the moment, the miniature tips of Dracula's fangs were now graced with the red elixir drawn from the neck of a helpless damsel (one with big tits, according to the joint directive issued by his brain and dick). Pleased with his work, David decided to share his satisfaction. 

	Unlocking the door, he crept over to Daisy's room where she was playing with some toys from one of the kiddy shows she liked. Quietly, he slipped behind her before suddenly bringing Dracula over her shoulder so that he was in front of her face. The little girl's screech was high praise and he happily returned to his room and locked the door to spend some fantasy time with the girls from the latest Victoria's Secret catalog.

	That night, David once agaim had his trusty cock in hand as he lay in bed. It was turning out to be a good weekend. Tomorrow was Saturday and Mr. Weatherby had told him about a monster movie marathon at this old, restored theater just four blocks away. His parents had given him the green light to attend and he was quite eager.

	At the moment, the busty brunette from Sorority Slash House III blinked out of his jack-off mind-movie and Daisy in the bathtub replaced her. David never missed a stroke, focusing on the glistening nude body of his pigtailed little sister as she was chased not by a butcher-knife-wielding guy wearing glowing welder's goggles but by Messrs. Karloff and Lugosi with open flies and weapons at the ready.

	The party was in full swing inside Arthur and Pamela's spacious apartment; attended by humans and non-humans alike. At the moment, a dark, swirling mass in the shape of a man was holding court in the middle of the living room.

	"...and so the priest says to the lawyer, 'But it was another altar boy's ass!'"

	The partygoers around him laughed. To his left, a huge, blueish-gray trullock was doubled over with mirth.

	"I must have heard that one five or six times now," the creature wheezed as he shook his great, horned head. "But it keeps getting funnier every time!"

	At that moment, the grandfather clock by the far wall became to chime for midnight. The dark man held up a finger and cocked his head. Then he turned to the host and hostess.

	"Sorry, it's business upstairs calling," Echo Man explained. "Gotta run."

	And with that, he vanished in a whirl of smoke that disappeared a second later.

	"Speaking of business," Arthur said to the mild-looking man in the old-fashioned glasses standing next to him. "How's your latest project going?"

	"It should be starting tonight," Simon Weatherby replied.

	The others nodded; the females moistening while the males hardened. They would feel and feed on the rawness of it soon.

	David slept soundly as moonlight shone in through his parted curtains, casting dim shadows. Two shadows shifted, enlarging before they moved toward the door. Although the door remained locked, they opened it anyway, unencumbered by the metal mechanism. 

	Daisy's sleep was more fitful as menacing shadows kept appearing in the imagery of otherwise benign dreams. Then the shadows were touching her and she bolted upright in bed, her heart pounding as her waking banished the dream. For a minute, she considered retreating to the safety of her parents' bed where nightmares could never reach. But she calmed herself enough to decide to remain in her own bad. After all, she wasn't a baby anymore.

	Feeling a little proud now for making such a grown-up choice, Daisy knew that she could scare off any stupid old shadows if they came in her dreams again. She was just about to lie down again when the hand clapped over her mouth.

	A torn nightgown would have been easier, but it would have been evidence. The recently animated creatures understood that. The one appearing as Dracula leaned in to stare into Daisy's eyes, the depthless black of his own freezing her into silence. Nodding to the other creature, he stepped back. Large, green hands sewn onto the wrists now unbuttoned the yellow flowered nightgown and removed it from the girl. Daisy desperately wanted to tell them to stop or to struggle but neither words nor movement were under her control anymore. When the matching panties were pulled down from her slim hips, Daisy couldn't even squirm.

	Then the scary monsters became bad monsters as Dracula touched Daisy on her private parts while Frankenstein pawed her butt. Daisy desperately wanted to tell them to stop because they were being mean and naughty because no one was supposed to touch little girls in their panty places. But she somehow understood that a firm scolding would do no good as they were doing exactly what they meant to do. Then Dracula opened his pants and...

	The head of Dracula's dick mashed against the bald snatch and he could see Daisy's throat trying to work, trying to force out a scream but it would do no good. Frankenstein easily held the girl by the thighs while standing upright, having her face his fellow nightmare while he kept her soft limbs nicely spread. 

	The vampire slammed into the little girl, ripping through her delicate, virgin membrane and finding her innocent pussy deliciously hot around his icy cock. Forcing his overly large member forward, he made the second grader's tunnel expand unnaturally to take his entire length and girth. The powers that made him would keep her from breaking apart although the rape-impaled child certainly felt as if that was going to happen.

	With thick, meaty-sounding thrusts, he pounded inside the snug, seven year-old cunt. Dracula's tongue brushed over his fangs as he inhaled the scent of her virginal blood which was forced out of her undersized snatch and now stained her hairless lips. With her mouth open in silent agony, the little girl's blonde pigtails bounced as the monstrous prick sluiced in and out of the ravaged hole between her spread legs. 

	Now Dracula also held the child as he continued to make her a woman against her will. Frankenstein used one hand to free his hard-on before returning it to the smooth thigh that was small enough for his huge fingers to completely encircle. His greenish prick was rife with scars and stiches and it worked between the plump smooth globes of her ass. 

	Liquid from her vaginal assault had wicked between Daisy's buttocks and served to lubricate the second tool as it forced its way into the pink pucker of her asshole. Daisy wanted to faint but the powers involved in this perversion would not let that happen. As the second grader felt every grinding thrust inside her ravaged cunny, she also felt her anus cruelly stretching and her rectum twisting to accept the second, inexorable penetration of her body. 

	The two creatures lustily slapped against the softness of their helpless prize, skewering her front and back and driving into her deflowered little places to satisfy their urges as well as those of the people and beings gathered several floors below. In Arthur and Pamela's apartment, the partygoers communed with Simon's creations, feeling every stroke inside the slick, ravaged twat and the simultaneous, churning grip of her anal tubing.

	With each passage incredibly bloated with cock, Daisy felt as if she would burst apart. And the hard instruments of her defilement bore deeply as if to push her stomach against her wildly beating heart. The tandem penetration of her bulging, intimate tunnels continued, scraping and searing her until a series of horrific bursts created further pressure inside.

	At first, Daisy thought she had finally broken and had blood pouring out of her all over. The stuff was heated in contrast to the cold members that pumped it into her. Daisy didn't understand what these ejaculations were but still felt polluted with every surge that filled her guts and baby chamber. Their savagery complete, the creatures dumped the girl to the floor while their jism poured from the reddened orifices which still looked terribly little despite their temporary, stretched state. 

	When they left, Daisy found she could move again. A warning played in her head; nothing in words yet the meaning had been clear. If she told anyone, a fate even worse than this assault would be waiting. Or even if she allowed someone to see what had been done. Sobbing with her restored voice, she staggered to the bathroom to clean herself before she returned to wipe the floor.

	Waking with a boner was nothing new for David. But this morning, he was so hard that it nearly hurt. Grabbing an old dishrag he kept hidden for catching his shots, he jacked off quickly and was rewarded with an explosive ejaculation that set his mood right. Sitting up in bed, he turned to the shelf where Dracula and Frankenstein stood frozen. 

	"You guys don't know what you're missing," he said.

	Daisy wasn't feeling well and wanted to stay in bed. That suited David just fine as he didn't have to listen to her usual chatter at breakfast. Then he was off to the movie theater for hours of monster-binging fun.

	By Monday morning, Daisy still didn't seem right. On Saturday and Sunday nights, David had dreamed about his monster figures coming to life and he would have been slightly disappointed to wake up and find them as they always were if it had not been for the erections he sported and the magnificent releases he enjoyed after a few minutes of manual labor. This must mean he was becoming a stud! Maybe someday soon, Clarissa would find out what kind of stud he was as he was doing it to her while squeezing her young teen titties.

	Despite her listlessness, Daisy was insistent about going to school; to leave the apartment. As they attended different schools, David could have cared less since she wouldn't be his responsibility. Tuesday passed the same way and he was feeling incredibly fine until he came home to find the visitors.

	His mother's younger sister was in town with her husband and their little girl, Amanda. David resigned himself to having two little girls to put up with for a few hours until his mother suggested that they keep Amanda for a few nights so that her sister and brother-in-law could enjoy some "couples" time without the loveable but intruding presence of their four year-old.

	Amanda insisted, however, that Alex also be allowed to stay. Alex was a teddy bear she had who wore a pink t-shirt with the name of the place where her father had won it for her; Carnival Alaxizz. When Daisy suggested that Alex (named for the strange-sounding carnival) should be a girl since he had a pink t-shirt, Amanda shook her head and insisted that he was a boy. 

	"Can Alex and me sleep in Daisy's room?" Amanda innocently asked.

	Her cousin's presence had lifted Daisy's spirits but the thought of Amanda being subjected to the monsters made her go pale. Her mother, noting her daughter's pallor, shook her head.

	"I think Daisy's running a low-level bug although there's no temperature. She's insisted on going to school but maybe it would be better for Amanda to sleep in our den. There's a pull-out bed she can use."

	"Can Alex sleep there, too?" Amanda asked with the utmost seriousness in her brown eyes.

	All of the adults agreed while David rolled his eyes. For the next two hours, he had to stay in the living room with their company while two pairs of blonde pigtails darted about. At last, it was Amanda's (and Alex's) bedtime and Daisy would soon follow. With their daughter tucked in, David's aunt and uncle left for their hotel.

	When David retired to his bedroom, he locked the door as usual. His primary reason was always so that his evening and morning stroke sessions wouldn't be interrupted - especially the recent morning ones. And now he also didn't want Amanda wandering around at night and exploring his bedroom and getting into his stuff. After he went to sleep, others awakened.

	Sensing new prey, the creatures stalked their way toward the den. This other girl was younger and smaller and would be even tighter as they brutally violated her and made her another slut for the coven's psychic feeding. Dracula entered first only to be confronted by snarling presence. 

	The Kodiak bear rose up on his hind legs but the ceiling prevented him from reaching his full height of over nine feet. Nevertheless he was intent on attacking. The two monsters backed away toward the possible refuge of David's bedroom; cowed by the bear despite the ridiculously bright pink t-shirt it was wearing. 

	But the bear was faster, pursuing them to the locked yet open door of the boy's room before a swiping paw that tore through Dracula's chest. The nick to his heart was slight but, like wood, the claw was organic and severely crippled the vampire. Tumbling backward, Dracula inadvertently tangled with Frankenstein and kept him from getting away before another huge, clawed paw tore the monster's head from his neck stiches. The next blow to Dracula caught him more fully in the chest, cleaving his dark heart. After a few minutes more of slashing while everyone else in the house remained curiously asleep, the bear turned around and went back to his little mistress.

	"Thank you for being brave, Alex," Amanda said as she hugged his huge head. Saliva dripped from the beast's teeth onto the little girl's bare shoulder before he nudged her back to the bed. 

	Eagerly scrambling up onto the bed, Amanda smiled sweetly and spread her legs. Her pajamas were on the floor and she was happy to resume their nightly activities that the bad monsters had interrupted. Alex liked her pee-pee a lot and Amanda certainly didn't mind sharing it with her furry friend.

	Alex planted his muzzle between the preschooler's fleshy little thighs, his fur brushing the silky soft skin. Against his nose, the four year-old's hairless pussy was round and fragrant with the bouquet of her immature arousal. Now familiar with the game, Amanda's cunny began lubricating when the girl undressed each night for this special time. 

	Hungrily, Alex lapped at the bald little treat, making his mistress and owner coo and squirm. With his tongue nudging at the plump labia, he soon tasted what he had already smelled and the tot's nectar flowed freely.

	"Good bear," Amanda sighed as she leaned in to hug his head as much as her arms could reach. 

	His fur tickled the nipples on the child's titless chest and Amanda kept hugging him while he snacked on her juicy twatlet until the pressure started to build.

	"Oh! I'm gonna go pop!" she squeaked as the bear delicately munched between her legs. 

	Like the earlier carnage, Amanda's orgasmic squeals did nothing to disturb the slumber of the others in the apartment. Humping her tiny pelvis against the hungry bear's snout, Amanda had the satisfaction of knowing she was squirting plenty of her yummy "happy pee-pee juice" into her friend's mouth.

	When the last wave had passed, the weary tot rested for a minute while Alex silently regarded her. She knew what he wanted next and she wanted it to. Rolling over on her tummy, she got to her knees waved her little rump in the air in presentation. Alex towered over the child, bending and planting one forepaw in between her shoulder blades to pin her in place. The size and strength of him could have easily crushed or disemboweled the girl but Alex merely wished to hold her down so they could get to the next part.

	Twelve inches of hard, ursine cock protruded from below Alex's stomach. When the tip found the bubbly entrance to the preschooler's hairless honeypot, Alex slowly drove it in. Amanda moaned as she was stretched and penetrated by her bestial lover's tool. The carnival magic, like that of the Blackthorne coven,  allowed her body to accept the entire length without harm and when she was fully impaled, the little girl moved her arms and legs on top of the soft sheets in satisfaction. 

	With strokes that nearly matched the length of his penis, the bear mated with his tiny mistress. Amanda's head rolled from side to side, making the glossy gold of her pigtails dance in the low light of the room. Gasping for air as the immense size of the cock inside her created pleasure, the tyke moved her hips as much as she could while she was lewdly pounded.

	For Amanda, though, there was nothing obscene in this act; it was merely something very fun between the two best of friends. Her dainty pussy was reamed while more of her nectar coated the bear's prick. With her bald, spread cunny lips joining her gooey tunnel in hugging the wonderful thing moving inside her, Amanda panted raggedly. The first twinges of her climax began just as Alex came. Seeding the quivering four year-old with musky bear sperm, Alex completed their nightly ritual to both of their satisfaction.

	Amanda knew that good girls were never messy and she waddled down to the hall to the bathroom, cupping her heavily creamed little cunt. Once inside, she made herself clean before returning to bed. Tonight, she remembered to put her pajamas on although there were some mornings when her confused and amused mother wondered why her little girl had decided to go commando in the middle of the night. Holding the small brown teddy bear with the pink t-shirt in the crook of her arm, the child settled in for a peaceful, innocent sleep.

	David awoke and sensed something was different. Then he realized there was no tent forming in the sheet covering his crotch - he was totally limp.

	"Damn," muttered at his reduced studly stature. Well, Clarissa Butler would never know.

	It was only until he was out of bed that he noticed the detritus on the floor. Several pieces he noticed instantly but he still whirled around to check his shelf where is monster figures stood. The spaces that Dracula and Frankenstein had occupied were empty.

	Furious, David yanked on his door. Daisy, or maybe that little shit, Amanda, was in for it!

	But the door was stuck.

	No, not stuck, but simply locked. David unlocked it and opened it. With the door ajar, he locked it and tested the knob on the outside. 

	It wouldn't move; locked.

	David looked at the pieces scattered on his rug. They weren't merely broken; they had been...sliced? As much as he despised his sister, he couldn't see Daisy managing something like that. Amanda? Hell, she was even littler.

	Behind him, he heard the two girls giggling. They weren't looking at him as they were well inside Daisy's bedroom. Feeling furious yet frustrated since there was no obvious target for his anger, David walked to the bathroom. Passing Daisy's room, he saw his sister and Amanda sitting on the floor playing with the stupid teddy bear with the pink shirt.

	For some reason, he was drawn to the toy. The ends of its stubby arms and limbs were simply round and furry but Alex had a brief image of claws there in his mind. Shaking his head, he dismissed the absurdity and as he started to walk again, he caught a glimpse of...something...in the teddy bear's inanimate plastic eyes.

	David's ire turned to something else and he hurried to the bathroom before his bladder suddenly gave way.



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