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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Monday, October 19, 2015

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: blackth6.txt
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story_codes: MM/g(8), creatures/g, supernatural, first, rape, semi-cons

story_intro: Young Giselle is quite pleased when the couple babysitting her let her stay up late by herself to watch a video. Although it stars a girl her age, the content is unfamiliar to the child was, despite her innocence, begins to strongly empathize with the actress' responses to her brutal and carnal treatment.



story_language: English



Blackthorne Arms, part 6

Written by madvlad


	"I can't thank you enough," Giselle's mother gratefully as Pamela led her to the door. "I mean, getting us into this place was so incredible. And if weren't for these work crises happening all at once we'd..."

	"I've been there," the older woman interrupted, patting Giselle's mother on the shoulder. "And it still happens where Arthur and I are pulled in different directions at once. But at least now our kids are long out of the house so we don't have to worry about babysitting. I remember the time some friends helped us with our daughter when Arthur and I had a can't-miss event and I'm glad we can 'carry it forward', so to speak."

	Pamela remembered that time well. The Spanish Inquisition was just kicking off a scant eight years after she and Arthur had decided to create another spawn. That was one was female - just Giselle's age now - in 1492. Pamela and Arthur knew a damn good party when they saw one coming and made sure they didn't miss a thing in Spain. The mind-fucks they pulled on Torquemada's minions had been the stuff of legend. 

	Anyway, they had left their girl with a couple they had known for centuries who had subjected the child to all manners of perversions. She and Arthur still appreciated everything they had done and their daughter still had fond memories of that experience.  

	Their "little girl", Anastasia, now running a coven in Omaha, had recently had a chance to visit with that couple who currently used the names Wendell and Kara and operated a traveling carnival as a front for their activities. Anastasia, being the thoughtful slut that she was, had repaid the favor from all those years ago with some delicious nastiness with Wendell and Kara's young daughter, Tanith while the couple watched.

	Giselle's mother thanked Pamela again and got a cheery farewell from Arthur from across the room as she left. Walking toward the elevator, the woman thought about Pamela's description of her children being long grown and out of the house. Arthur looked like he might be fifty or so at the most but Pamela appeared to be in her mid or late thirties and with none of the telltale signs of plastic surgery. 

	Giselle's mother sighed. Some women had all of the luck when it came to looking younger than their age. 

	"Could I please stay up and watch TV?" Giselle asked with good manners after Arthur and Pamela announced they were going to bed. "I won't stay up too late, I promise."

	"What are you going to watch?" Pamela asked.

	"I don't know."

	"Mm...no," Pamela responded. "There's too much junk on TV these days. Hundreds of channels of garbage - much of it unsuitable for an eight year-old. We'd only allow this if we knew what you were watching."

	"Tell you what," Arthur chimed in. "What about a movie? I have one that stars a girl just your age?"

	"Sure!" Giselle enthused as she sat up straight on the sofa.

	Arthur handed her a remote.

	"I won't tell you how to use it. You kids know these things better than we do,' he chuckled. 

	Pamela kissed Giselle on the top of her head and the couple returned to their bedroom just as Giselle thumbed the "Play" button.

	There was neither music nor opening credits. On screen, the room was shadowy as two figures, one large and one small came in to view. The smaller one was a girl Giselle's age, her face blurry and obscured by tricks of the light. But the rest of her body was openly displayed and she was quite nude.

	Giselle sucked in a deep breath. She'd had heard some vague stories of people who took pictures and videos of little naked kids and she knew she was supposed to tell her parents or a police officer. But her parents were away and there were no police in sight. Mr. and Mrs. Darby were her parents' friends and had been very nice to the entire family.

	The larger figure - no doubt a man judging from the huge appendage between his legs that made Giselle both blush and stare in fascination - lifted the girl's arms. His face was also concealed by camera trickery and Giselle's daze fell on the chain and manacles that bound the girl's wrists.

	The man lifted the girl up, looping the chain onto an overhead hook. Wriggling like a hooked fish, the girl tried to escape the man's probing hands that seemed intent on touching every place. When he had gone everywhere else, the man slid his hands up the child's slim legs, approaching her hairless vulva. 

	So transfixed on the sight before her, Giselle was barely aware of the rustling whispers around her, curling into her ears lie tendrils of smoke and laying into her mind with feathery grace.

	Watching the hands, Giselle did the same to her legs, stroking them until she reached her panties. The man's hands paused, teasing his young victim. Desperate to match the girl, Giselle pulled her nightgown up and yanked her underwear off. The man's hands groped again, capturing the little girl's pussy. With a sharp grunt, Giselle grabbed her crotch and squeezed hard. Relaxing her grip, she used her fingers like the man was, stroking her smooth mound, prying her bald lips open, and sampling the pink interior. 

	The man's finger stopped just as Giselle felt something impeding her digit. He poked and she did the same, wondering about the fleshy wall inside.

	The camera zoomed back, showing the man's massive cock as the head dug into the girl's slit. Giselle watched open-mouthed. The glans was so large that it nearly covered the girl's quim but now it was pushing into her, making her tiny labia stretch grossly. The girl on TV writhed in pain and panic. On the couch, Giselle was murmuring and shifting her butt on the cushion.

	With a horrific lunge, the man pushed into the girl, making her scream as her virginity was thoroughly breached. Giselle slammed back against the couch, her cunny muscles squeezing defensively in sympathetic response to the other girl's plight. Blood poured from the little girl's hairless pussy as the man's gargantuan member kept moving in. 

	It was impossible, Giselle thought, for something that large to keep moving into the girl. She had no idea how far a vagina extended into a body (for that matter, she had never conceptualized that anything could enter her there), surely this big thing was completely filling her up, threating to come out of her mouth.

	But the only thing pouring from the girl's mouth were continuous wails as the man stroked his cock in and out of her impossibly ravaged cunt. Giselle groaned as she felt a grinding pressure inside her own sex, something that hurt and yet made her wish for more. She was vaguely aware of her hands becoming wet as her childish cunny lubricated with a heavy flow. 

	The whispers in her ears seemed to sigh in satisfaction. 

	The man drove his prick in and out of the little girl with heavy wrenching sounds of soaking flesh on flesh. The girl's body flexed with every thrust that made her midsection expand every time it went in and threated to pull her inside out with every withdrawal. 
As the rape continued, the child's gibbering cries were piteous but did nothing to deter the man. 

	Feeling the icy grip of terror in her gut, Giselle scrunched tightly on the couch while her fingers busily worked her draining twat. The man roared and the girl's tummy suddenly bulged. Giselle twitched as her innards seemed to swell but when she risked a look her belly remained perfectly flat. With every jerk from the man, the girl's stomach pulsed as she was filled with something.

	Finally, the man pulled himself free. Giselle stared as a flow of thick white stuff, streaked with strings of red, poured from the child's abused little snatch. It made an obscene puddle beneath the girl but the man didn't seem to mind as he turned her around, her chains twisting.

	When the man pulled the girl's tight rump open to show her small pink asshole, Giselle's orifice puckered tightly. It was going to be awful, she knew, but she couldn't take her eyes away when the mammoth erection tore into the child's anus. The child screamed, her legs kicking in futility as her dainty little ass was cruelly penetrated. The hard thrusts inside this new place left fresh streaks of blood on the engorged cock as it continued to lance the girl's guts. 

	A second man approached the girl from the front, his penis erect and nearly as large as the first man's as it neared the child's bald, defenseless pussy.

	"N-no...no," Giselle whispered helplessly, her own virgin snatch twitching as she continued to rub herself.

	With a powerful lunge, the new man tore into the little girl. Together, the men slammed their cocks in and out of the little girl. Her tender young holes were tight around the meaty shafts that stroked without mercy.

	The girl had gone mostly silent and her movements were feeble as she was used by two men at once. With her cries diminished, the thick, wet sounds of the vile copulation could be heard clearly. 

	The man came again, pounding the child's slender body with more lava. But the girl had no respite as other men joined and ravaged her little pussy and ass, leaving her further bruised and sullied with each of their orgasms. A force beyond her control, Giselle's own arousal grew, aching in sympathy for the hardness pounding inside those tender little places but never releasing as she watched this other girl's relentless violation.

	Then it seemed to stop. The girl hung limply from her manacles, the fluids from so many rapes still streaming down her legs from her wounded orifices. Two more naked figures appeared - this time women. They knelt in front of and behind the girl, pressing their mouths to her injured holes and feeding on the succulent, ravaged girl flesh. 

	The girl moaned again, this time in a different pitch. Giselle's moans were like hers as she imagined a mouth between her legs where her hands remained employed. The girl jerked hard, shouting wordlessly and Giselle somehow knew she had attained some kind of peak. Giselle didn't understand this phenomenon or what it was exactly, but she found herself envying the well-raped little girl.

	The women stepped from the camera's view, showing the girl from the front. Her little bare cunny was shiny with wetness. Two more figures came into view, there cocks even larger than any of the men. But their shapes and postures weren't right. Then Giselle could seem them clearly. Their faces were monstrous with red slitted eyes and yellowed fangs dripping with saliva.

	But like the men, they took the girl in her ass and cunt. The first creature went into her rear, his bluish, ridged cock spreading the child's buttocks painfully. Her anus held for a moment, keeping the creature at bay. But the weakened ring gave in eventually, dilating painfully. The girl shrieked with renewed energy as the creature plowed its member into her ill-used rectum.

	The second creature silenced the girl as it skewered her little snatch with his prick. The child's hairless labia bulged so widely that it opened her legs a little further.  The creature rutted with the girl, using her immature reproductive tunnel for his pleasure.

	The little girl's head lolled on her shoulders, the strength gone as her monstrous double rape continued. Her tongue protruded slightly and her eyes were turned upward as two inhuman pricks ripped and slid inside her preteen body. Giselle imagine what it must be like for the girl having those hard members with the crenellated surfaces tearing and stretching her in impossible ways.

	The girl on TV became more alert, her eyes shining with terrorized awareness as the creatures seeded her little body. Her abdomen swelled as the hellish sperm invaded, seeking a tiny egg to implant. When they were done, the creatures stepped away as more figures approached, these appearing even less human than the last two.

	It suddenly dawned on Giselle that she could see the girl's face clearly - she had been for several minutes. It was her own. There was no denying it was her. There was even the small birthmark on the side of her neck. 

	The screen went dark and Giselle jumped as she heard the clank of metal behind her. She tried to jerk her nightgown to cover her heavily dripping cunt, but her hands would not obey. 

	Arthur and Pamela stood behind the sofa, peering down at her with indulgent smiles.

	"What you saw was something like a crystal ball," Pamela said in a musical tone. "But those gypsy contrivances are rather murky as this little display showed precisely what is in your future."

	Giselle became aware of other movements in the room, of low voices eager and ready. Some were human and others were...

	Arthur playfully twirled the manacles around his finger by the chain as he raised his eyebrows. 

	"Shall we get started?" he asked politely.


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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