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story_codes: M/f, monster/g(2), supernatural, oral, anal, first, toddler, nc, semi-cons

story_intro: Another unnatural resident of Blackthorne Arms has his designs on a young, virginal teen. But when things don't go quite as planned, the girl's baby sister provides a delicious little alternative.

story_language: English



 

Blackthorne Arms, part 2

Written by madvlad


	The creature known as Arthur Darby gave a friendly nod to the latest human family to move into the Blackthorne Arms. Another member of the coven, Elliott Bartley, said something that made the parents laugh as he held the door for them. The father and older daughter, Debra, were each carrying a bin while the mother had the two-year-old, Molly, tucked between her arm and hip.

	As the family, got into the elevator, Elliott waved and casually walked over to Arthur.

	"A lovely family," remarked Arthur who appeared to be perhaps twenty-five years older than Elliott. "And Debra seems almost unusually conservative for a fifteen year-old - blouse buttoned up, jeans that aren't obscenely tight, hardly any make-up at all. How delightfully virginal, although I couldn't help notice how smitten she seems with you. Did that come naturally or with a little spell on your part?"

	"That latter," Elliott replied. He gauged Arthur's reaction, making sure that he hadn't overstepped the boundaries that Arthur had established. Arthur may have only been two centuries older than Elliott - not very much when considering the true ages beneath their human appearances - but Elliott was still a subordinate.

	"Her parents will be out later this week. I want her," Elliott hissed.

	"And all of us look forward to it," Arthur said benevolently.

	"Oh, Mr. Bartley!" Debra said. "Please come in. My parents are at a dinner thing for my dad's company and won't be in later."

	"No problem," Elliott said as he entered the family's apartment. "I just wanted to make sure everything was fine with the new place and let the committee know if you needed anything."

	"I don't think anything's wrong - at least my parents didn't say anything," Debra replied."

	"Fine, I don't mean to intrude," Elliott said, making as if to leave.

	"No, wait!" the teen started, not wanting this handsome young man who made her stomach flip to leave so soon. "Um, can I get you a coke or something?"

	"Sure, coke will be fine," Elliott said, anticipating the "something" in a very short time.

	After Debra returned with the soft drinks, she settled nervously on the couch about a foot away from Elliott. He was handsome, no doubt, but Debra couldn't explain why she felt flushed and her heart raced just being near him. She estimated that he was around ten years older than she and assumed he wouldn't be interested in her. But here he was, perfectly content to talk with her, locking his eyes onto her so that she felt like she would gladly drown in his bright blue orbs.

	"I'm surprised to find you here," he remarked. "I figured you'd be out on a date every night."

	Debra blushed and felt a twinge between her legs. Merciful God, she was getting wet down there! Knowing what that might lead to, she quickly changed the subject with an explanation.

	"Oh, I'm watching Molly while my parents are out. I don't mind 'cause she's so adorable. Do you have any younger brothers or sisters?"

	"No."

	"Oh, that's too bad. Because Molly is..."

	"I'm not interested in Molly at the moment," Elliott said, leaning very close to Debra.

	The teen felt as if the air had suddenly grown warm and dense, pressing in on her from all angles. And then the pressure was more acute in certain areas; molding around her breasts and digging into her crotch.

	Suddenly, she was aware of Elliott kissing her on the lips. When his tongue slipped in, she tried to meet him with hers, knowing she shouldn't but unable to resist. They met but then she felt his tongue growing thicker and then plunging past hers and embedding itself in her throat. She nearly gagged as more and more of his impossibly long tongue kept sliding deeper in to her. Although some small part of her mind was screaming in panic, the rest of her was losing strength and allowing this unnatural invasion.

	Elliott retracted his tongue and told her to undress. The small voice still shrieked and she was terribly frightened of what might happen, but she was powerless to stop herself as she unbuttoned her blouse. Elliott pushed the shirt from her shoulders and reached behind her, tearing the clasp of her bra apart. The fifteen year-old's breasts were apple-sized and nearly as firm, capped with red nipples that were already erect.

	Debra stretched her torso as the man cupped her young mammaries, letting her head fall back as he mouth found one nipple. She moaned, her panties feeling incredibly tight beneath her loose-fitting jeans, as the man sucked at her nipple. Then came the outrageously long tongue, wrapping around and tasting the entire mound while his hands were busy with her pants. The fifteen year-old's induced lust overrode her horror.

	Not that he ever had any doubt, but Elliott knew the girl was his as she raised her ass, aiding him as he pulled her jeans and panties from her. Masticating on Debra's other tit, Elliott pawed at the silken hairs above the teenage slit before sliding it into her furrow and finding it readily wet. He pushed his finger inward, smelling the pubescent arousal of the girl as the hot fluids of her cunt gurgled around his digit until he had it fully inside her.

	Elliott froze as the clouds of his own hunger quickly vanished. His finger was buried to the last knuckle - there had been no hymen. Yanking his finger out, he slapped Debra across the face.

	"Whore!" he snarled.

	Debra blinked, trying to get the stars out from her vision while the right side of her face burned from the slap.

	"You act like a virgin, dress like a virgin, but you're a fucking whore!" Elliott roared, sending flecks of spittle onto Debra's face.

	For a moment, Elliott was ready to kill the girl. Taking anyone was always a pleasure, especially when the energy was shared among the coven. But a virgin - taking one for the first time - held a special energy. And every time that former virgin would be used by a member of the coven, there was something particularly enticing in the power that the coven had been that female's first.

	"Who was he?" Elliott growled, trying to rein his anger in. He'd find the boyfriend and tear his-

	"It was an older boy," Debra sobbed. "I was twelve and had a crush on him and once when we were alone he....he..."

	From down the hall came a small, questioning voice. That would be the other girl, Molly.
Elliott cut Debra off with a snort.

	"Maybe Molly isn't a whore yet. Shall we find out?"

	"NO! Please leave her a lone, she's just a baby!"

	Elliott paused, attracted by something in Debra's voice. Of course she was concerned for the little girl. And yes, there was genuine love there - always a welcome spice to the mix when the love was for someone who was being defiled. But something wasn't quite right. It wasn't sisterly love, it was...

	"Your daughter," Elliott leered. "Molly's not your sister, she's your daughter!"

	Debra nodded with pleading eyes.

	"After that one time I found out I was pregnant. Then I had Molly a month after I turned thirteen."

	Elliott roared with laughter, listening to this stupid cunt who had been tricked out of her innocence and got saddled with offspring.

	"And so Mommy and Daddy pretended their granddaughter was their daughter? And then you all moved to the city. Tell me, did you breast feed your baby girl?"

	"For a little while, but I couldn't make enough milk after a few months."

	Elliott pictured Debra two years earlier, her slender, developing body sporting an enlarged belly. And then her new teeny titties bulging with milk as her baby suckled. It was too rich and he doubled over, laughing as he undressed.

	Still chuckling, he grabbed Debra by the hair and pulled her down the hall to Molly's room. The two year-old was standing in her crib, grabbing the rail. The tyke's curly hair was messy from her pillow and her hazel eyes were puffy with sleep. She didn't understand what the commotion was about, but when she saw her sister and a strange man naked she smiled and raised her arms.

	"Baff?" she called, eagerly hoping to play in the tub.

	"What's that?" Elliott asked, confused by the tot's happy reaction to their intrusion.

	"She loves taking baths and playing in the water," Debra explained in a trembling voice, hoping he'd take pity on an innocent toddler.

	Elliott walked over to the crib, pulling Debra with him and matching Molly's grin.

	"So Molly likes to get naked and have fun? Get the little bitch ready."

	Debra tried to resist, but felt compelled to obey. She pulled Molly's nightgown off, leaving the child in only her diaper. Elliott growled behind her and then she unfastened the tape and let the diaper drop, exposing Molly's round, hairless cuntlet.

	"Show me your little whore's cunt," Elliott commanded as a shadow of his voice kept whispering in Debra's ears.

	The helpless teen reached down to the little girl's pudgy twat, spreading the soft labia and exposing Molly's pink inner tissues to Elliott's hungry gaze. Molly looked down and touched her finger between her spread pussy lips, delighting in this new exploration game.

	Elliott yanked Debra back, pulling her against him so she could feel his engorged member pressing against her buttocks. An odd humming sound emanated from his throat and the building seemed to vibrate in response. Through a psychic channel, he connected to the others, finding them ready. In his own focus with Debra earlier, he hadn't felt the presence of another young child, one recently taken for the first time, now being used by two members at once. What a strong night this was.

	The structure of Blackthorne Arms, consecrated in many unspeakable ways over a hundred years ago, was part of the coven's collective being. Hot mist swirled from nothingness in Molly's room, the carnal stench of it incongruous with the pink dcor and pictures of smiling kittens and teddy bears on the wall. As the mist grew thicker, something moved within it, making heavy, rustling sounds.

	Debra wanted to scream, but her voice would not cooperate. Large tentacles, their skin a reddish brown, emerged from the mist and slithered into the crib. Molly touched them with small, curious hands as they coiled around her tiny body and limbs. The toddler was lifted from her sanctuary, two tentacles pulling her smooth legs wide while a third stroked between them, rubbing back and forth over her tender pussy. Molly squirmed and innocently cooed as the unearthly thing molested her.

	The sounds of the rubbing slowly changed, becoming sloppier as Molly whined peculiarly. Tears dribbled down Debra's cheeks when the tentacle retracted, showing the two year-old's snatch wet with arousal.

	Molly started to say something when a tentacle darted into her mouth. The child grabbed at it with her hands, but could not prevent it from sliding in and down her throat. Molly's neck bulged from the intrusion and her eyelids fluttered as the thing's pheromones took control. Molly's arms sagged to her sides and the fleshy tendril sawed in and out of her mouth in a grotesque parody of sexual intercourse.

	Elliott spoke into Debra's ear.

	"Now watch your daughter become our whore."

	The soft flesh of Molly's thigh's bulged around the tentacles wrapped around them. The one that had touched her before, now shiny with the toddler's sex fluids, pressed against the tiny mound, making it swell as it pushed apart. Molly became more alert, making indignant noises around the flesh in her throat as the thing between her legs bore down on her defenseless quim.

	With a heavy push, the tentacle lanced into the two year-old's pussy, obliterating the cherry and forcing its way into the miniature tunnel. Elliott and his kind knew of the ways to make a human's flesh change and accept their unnatural flesh. Debra watched in terror as the thick tentacle kept pushing more and more into her baby daughter's virgin cunny, making Molly's tummy swell.

	The tentacles lifted the feebly struggling tot, now exposing the round little buns of her rear. Debra could not look away as yet another foul snake-like thing rammed into the child's anus, relentlessly filling the tiny rectum. As one tentacle worked in and out of Molly's mouth, the other two pumped her other little holes with one plunging in as another tugged out; every stroke impossibly long for a grown woman to take, let alone a toddler. Debra could see the blood of Molly's shattered hymen staining the tendril violating her daughter's pussy and soon the one in her ass was streaked with crimson as well.

	Molly's eyes were glazed and wide at first, but then they slowly closed halfway. A low, satisfied groan emerged from around the thrusting flesh in her mouth. The obscene image of Molly's round little body, so smooth and soft, being raped by three monstrous things while the toddler writhed in pleasure, was burned into Debra's mind.

	Elliott was watching too, and feeling every slick, agonizingly stretched bit of delicate flesh in the two year-old's body as the tentacles invaded her in every way. Molly's gullet massaged one tentacle. The one in her ass made her curling guts straighten and expand as it raped ever more deeply into her. And the one in the toddler's creamy, over-stuffed pussy made her strain most incredibly, finally making the cervix surrender so it could touch the most sacred organ beyond it. The coven rejoiced.

	Two floors above, Arthur and his "wife", Pamela, paused in their actions, closing their eyes and soaking the sensations and energy of the delicious little sacrifice. Between them, a seven year-old named Rebecca was helplessly trapped with her face buried in Pamela's crotch and Arthur's huge member skewering her hairless cunt.

	In a limousine across town, an international business call was put on hold while the solitary rider in the back drank in Molly's rape.

	During a meeting of church officials, conversation ceased respectfully as the committee saw that the bishop's eyes were closed; the man obviously in deep prayer. The man's cassock concealed the abnormally huge erection beneath it.

	"Like baby whore, like momma whore," Elliott hissed as he stabbed his prick into Debra's ass. "Ah, at least you're a virgin there. Or you were."

	In his lack of concentration, Elliott had forgotten to keep Debra's voice frozen. But her scream was cut off by a tentacle that rammed into her mouth. As it plunged down her throat, she could feel Elliott's prick spearing deeply into her bowels, threatening to rip her apart.

	Elliott could feel the girl's pain and rammed her harder, taking revenge for being deprived of her maidenhead. A mental tap of warning from Arthur made him stop, switching instead to his kind's method of making human flesh alter to fit them. Debra moaned as her conquered ass was subjected to the incredibly long thrusts of the creature assaulting her.

	It was no accident that Elliott's rhythm and that of the tentacle in her mouth matched those of the trio assaulting Molly. The two year-old squealed and writhed as her innocent body was forced into a mind-bending orgasm as the heavy flesh kept burrowing into her tiny holes. It set Debra off, the young mother cumming as she was doubly raped, joining her defiled baby daughter in climaxes that fed the coven.

	The tentacle in Debra's mouth released, sending something into her belly while Elliott's hot jism boiled in her ass. Molly whimpered as all three things inside her came at once, her tummy swelling obscenely as the tentacles buried in her throat and rump filled her while the last one made her womb enlarge years before its time as she was relentlessly inseminated there.

	Molly was dropped unceremoniously onto the floor as the three tentacles tore loose with loud popping sounds. Thick lumps of white goo dumped out of the little girl, the streams from her aching little bottom and cuntlet laced with red threads of blood. Molly cried feebly for the teen she thought was her sister. When the tentacle withdrew from Debra's mouth, Elliott pushed her from his cock. Debra collapsed next to her daughter, feeling the sticky, vile leavings exiting her torn ass.

	For some reason, Debra's tits were even aching. A drop of white fell from a nipple and she realized she was full of milk. Behind her, Elliott snickered.

	"I thought you'd enjoy nursing your little girl from now on. The milk won't stop at, so you'll have to feed her every few hours between sunset and sunrise. And we will taste every drop that Molly does and we'll feel her sweet little mouth pulling on your nipples, licking them with her tongue. And of course we'll feel her baby cunt, all wet and bothered as it squeezes your finger while you're fucking her and your mother and father sleep oh so soundly. But if we don't, we'll have to pay a visit and let your parents in on the game. Do as we say and Molly won't remember a thing during the day."

	Debra wasn't sure who else the "we" in Elliott's explanation were, but she knew it meant more than just him and those awful things which had now disappeared with the mist. She cleaned Molly in the bathroom, amazed to find no damage (aside from the missing hymen) after cleaning up the disgusting stuff. Then she sponged herself clean before taking Molly back to her room.

	Before Debra could retrieve the fallen diaper from the crib, Molly was pulling on one milk-swollen breast. Sighing, Debra sat in the rocking chair, lifting the child's head to her chest. Molly latched onto it and began hungrily feeding on her mother's milk. Debra's nipple stiffened inside her daughter's mouth and she could feel the other one hardening as well. Now her cunt was moistening and the teen rubbed her thighs together to heighten the sensation while she gently fingered Molly's tiny sex.

	The toddler's bald cuntlet was soon wet. Debra closed her eyes, feeling the milk drain from her body into Molly's insistent mouth, her own pussy aching lustfully while she plunged her finger into daughter's warm and gooey little snatch.

	


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