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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Sunday, October 16, 2016

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Filename: blackth7.txt
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story_codes: M/g(7), M/g (3), dog/g(3) supernatural, bestiality, mind control, first, rape

story_intro: Another stand-alone installment of the annual Halloween series:

	After watching her husband savagely use the preschooler they were babysitting, Pamela feels the urge to relive losing her own virginity. Taking control of a little girl whose family recently moved to the Blackthorne Arms, the woman turns the terrified and innocent tot in to a late-night whore.


story_language: English





Blackthorne Arms, part 7

Written by madvlad


	Holding the glass of Amontillado before the fire, Arthur admired the play of reflected gold licks of flame against the dark amber contents inside the crystal. The deepening twilight shadowed the room through the lace over the windows, adding to the richness of the old, stately colors of the room.

	Arthur cherished these little moments, basking in the refinements of life's luxuries. Sipping the lightly chilled wine, he savored the flavor flowing over his tongue, nearly matching the pleasure of the ass of the three year-old currently impaled on his cock. Unnaturally large by human standards, Arthur's prick was nevertheless completely planted inside the little girl's intact bottom by way of his dark talents.

	The preschooler feebly worked her body in a vain effort to free herself of enormous thing that was stretching her guts. All she accomplished, however, was to twist the soft surfaces of her violated rectum over Arthur's hard-on. The friction of the snug flesh against him was enough for Arthur to release an obscenely huge load of semen into the toddler's guts.

	Sadie moaned at the burning seed assaulting her and the pressure it created inside her already bloated bowels. When the flow abated, Arthur whistled to the canine figure curled up by the fire. It rose to the size of a mastiff although its build was leaner. Its muzzle was furless, covered instead by ropy twists of skin and marked by the four sets of saber-like fangs protruding from its upper jaw. In short, it was a perfect specimen of a breed that had given villagers of old plenty of nightmares for generations.

	"Come, Milhouse," Arthur called to the beast as he pulled Sadie from his dick with an audible and sloppy pop.

	The first gob of semen that escaped the child's rump was caught by Milhouse's tongue. Arthur lowered Sadie to the floor, letting her fall forward on her knees so that her freshly raped little ass was open for the hound's tongue. Sadie whimpered as the pointed snout dug between her plump cheeks and the slimy tongue dug into the gaping portal of her reddened anus. When the girl had been cleaned, she was summoned to the matching chair by Pamela, Arthur's wife.

	Pamela had been watching her husband brutally sodomizing the tot and now wanted her closer. With whispers of overwhelming commands snaking in and out of the woman's voice as she called her name, Sadie was compelled to obey. After the plunging cock in her ass, she found herself unable to walk and had to crawl like a baby to her mistress.

	The dog followed her, his ears pricking up like that of a hellish puppy when he saw Pamela lift Sadie up onto the plush arm of the leather chair, draping her belly down over it so that the girl's hairless snatch was presented to him. At the moment, Sadie's mother was out shopping, secure in the knowledge that her daughter was safe under the watch of her wonderful neighbors.

	"Rape, Milhouse," Pamela stated.

	Ever obedient from his training, Milhouse reared up on his hind legs, pressing the red, barbed head of his dick against the child's twatlet. With one thrust, he speared Sadie's pussy, bruising the tender girl meat as he crammed his engorged member all the way in, an impossible feat without Pamela's murmured incantation that prevented Sadie from literally exploding. An earlier spell of Arthur kept the girl's full-throated screams at a whisper.

	Instead, the preschooler's sex expanded to take it all in and Milhouse happily rutted with the wide-eyed tyke. Pamela slid her hand under the girl, feeling the bulging tummy as it pulsed with the strokes of the dog's fucking member. Moving her hand more, Pamela found the bald cunt, its tiny labia spread around the gnarly canine prick sluicing in and out of the grotesquely enlarged entrance. Pamela reveled in the contrasts of flesh and sighed longingly.

	She kept her hand there, empathically spying on the sensations that Sadie was feeling as she was raped and drilled by the tortuous flesh. The agony was terrific, as were the bolts of corresponding pleasure that coursed through those immature loins. Frothy girl juice began coating Milhouse's cruelly shaped dick. Shifting her senses to the dog, Pamela experienced the heated grip of Sadie's slick little pussy. Then child and beast melted into each other in Pamela's mind as they both came at the same time.

	Pamela repeated the sigh as Milhouse pulled back from the chair with Sadie's twat still jammed on his cock. The dog was unfazed by this, carrying the naked girl on his dangling dick until he reached the hearth and curled up. His spiky black fur brushed against Sadie's baby soft white skin but the girl was already asleep, overcome by her rude treatment. Another sigh escaped Pamela as she observed the sleeping doggy sex toy.

	"What is it, My Sweet?" Arthur asked, recognizing the tone.

	"Hmm?"

	"You want something - you're longing for it. And this want is deep."

	"You read me too well, Darling," Pamela chuckled before she sighed that sigh again. "It's just..."

	"Just?"

	"I have this insatiable need to get my cherry popped."

	Arthur paused in mid-sip of his wine. Looking over at his wife, he cocked an eyebrow. She had been no virgin when they first met back in Babylon of old - she hadn't been for a few centuries at the time.

	"And just how do you intend to regain this innocence of yours?" he laughed.

	"I'll just borrow it," she explained. "From that delicious little Steffi in apartment 3E. Her family's been here for a month and none of us has done a thing to her. The poor dear is being neglected."

	"Oh, her," Arthur chortled as he pictured the dark-haired seven year-old. "Your lust at first sight was so plain, no one in the coven had the heart to get between you and her."

	"Hopeless romantics - the entire lot of you."

	"Perverted romantics is more like it."

	Later, Pamela's trance was building strength. Already, Arthur and the others were linked to her, ready to feed from the energy. Pamela's will stretched out, reaching through closed door and locating her prey.

	Steffi awoke with a start, her blue eyes blinking in the darkness. Through the glass panes of her closed bedroom window, she could hear the muffled sounds of the city outside. After hearing tawdry tales from classmates about scary people and monsters who lived in the city, the little girl was nervous about the urban wilderness and was glad she was safe in the nice apartment. 

	But something was telling her to go out there now. Defying the unseen presence, Steffi shook her head, making her pigtails wag playfully. The presence poked at her in her head, playfully but forcefully. Steffi felt her self being pushed into a corner, growing smaller as the presence, the "Other", took control.

	Steffi wanted to snuggle under the protection of her covers but her legs swung out of bed. She didn't understand why she was removing her pajamas - it was way too early to be up for school. Then she stood before her mirror, surveying her nude form with... satisfaction?

	Steffi shouted in her head to get her pajamas back on or else she'd get a cold. And she was becoming unsettled the way the Other was enjoying her nakedness. With a grin that was not her own, Steffi reached between her legs, squeezing her bald cunny. Then she ran a fingertip along the chaste, smooth lips of her tightly pressed labia. For a moment, Steffi regained enough control to make a worried noise in her throat.

	But then she watched in the mirror as she wet her finger in her mouth and brought it down to her crotch. 

	No!

	The smiling girl in the mirror inserted her finger into her small mound. But it was something not only seen as Steffi could feel the intrusion in her privates as well as her inner flesh pressing against her finger. Nice girls didn't play with their private parts but she was and the Other was liking it - liking it a lot. 

	When she tried to drill deeper, something blocked her digit's progress. The Other was quite pleased and removed her finger. Steffi was relieved when her hand was gone and she turned to go to the closet. She was getting dressed now, but why not back into her pajamas so she could go to bed?

	Instead, she donned a shirt and skirt- both of which she had outgrown since she wore them in first grade. The shirt was snug and the skirt barely covered her rear. After slipping on some socks and sneakers, Steffi exited her bedroom. 

	Panicked, Steffi silently cried out a reminder to put some panties on. The Other understood but only laughed as Steffi walked through the silent apartment and toward the door. Steffi wanted to yell for her parents, unconcerned that they'd be unhappy with her for being out of bed and not wearing underpants. She wanted this to stop and desperately shouted in silence as the apartment door was unlocked and she quietly padded into the hall.

	Pamela's ancient heart thudded with the rapid-fire anxiety of a seven year-old. Her fingers worked between her legs, stoking her internal fires as her innocent young puppet darted across the street and into the park.

	Steffi wanted to cry, but had no physical control to enable the process. The cool nocturnal air licked at her nude bottom and quim, especially with an inadequate skirt to protect them. Was there a policeman nearby? Policemen helped kids all the time. 

	"But what would a policeman do," the Other whispered in her head. "To a naughty little girl out on her own in the middle of the night? Especially a naughty little girl without her panties? How many years in prison do you think you'd get?"

	Steffi quailed and suddenly her being was flooded with visions of men. These were cruel, dangerous men who were shucking off their orange jumpsuits and holding nasty lengths of flesh in their hands - their private parts. The men were reaching for her between the bars of her cell and suddenly the door swung open and she was defenseless before them.

	"Hey, sweet thing."

	The visions dissipated and a scruffy looking man on a park bench was leering at her.  Steffi was on a winding path deep in the park - away from the street and the sight of passersby.

	"I want some cock," Steffi said, her voice sounding eerily normal to the frightened child inside the pigtailed head. 

	Rudy blinked through the haze born from his five-dollar bottle of whiskey. Of course he'd love to hear a little girl tell him that - he'd fantasized as such while watching all of those pretty young things from day to day. The best part was when he was lying against the building, his eyes appearing closed but actually cracked open enough to ogle those bare little legs.

	The ones in skirts like this one were the best. With his head on the sidewalk, he could peer up those smooth young limbs, mentally caressing them and the sweet little buns and camel-toes brightly packaged in tiny panties.

	The sober bits of his mind could have sworn he had misheard what she said, but there was no mistaking her actions when she unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis.

	"Mmmm..." she hummed with a lick of her lips. Then she bent down and slurped the unwashed meat into her mouth.

	Rudy hardened quickly inside the second grader's mouth as she worked it up and down. Her lips wetly rasped along his rigid shaft and her tongue was that of a slutty little angel. And - Good Lord - she had him in her throat!

	Without warning, the girl removed her mouth from him. Rudy shook his head in protest until she climbed into his lap and went upright on her knees as she balanced on is thighs. She raised her skirt, displaying the perfectly bald little pussy glistening palely in the nearby lamplight. Glistening...yes, she was dripping there. 

	Dripping for him.

	"Put it in me," she said in her sweet young voice. "Put your cock in me and rape me."

	"Shit yes," he croaked as he grabbed her by the hips.

	His fingers stretched, reaching for her plump buttocks and digging into the prime little globes of ass meat. Pulling her onto him, he sighed as her moistened cleft greeted his head. 

	Steffi's hairless mound opened for him, the lips flexing apart until the bulbous tip of his dick was pushing at her tiny portal.

	"Do it!" she hissed.

	And Rudy did, pulling the little girl onto his cock with years of pent-up lust driving his motions. The fragile hymen was shredded, anointing the man's cock with the blood of her innocence. The girl opened her mouth in agony and ecstasy although Rudy heard not a thing.

	Pamela bucked ferociously, cumming in violent waves that rocked Arthur and the other coven members as they had been communing with her experience.

	Steffi's cries echoed blankly, pummeling her as the grotesque tearing in her sex seared every fiber of her being. Then something immense was invading her, changing her shape inside, in places she didn't understand.

	Rudy's prick lanced deeply into the squirming little girl's virgin twat. In all of his fantasies, he always went all the way in so he never thought it possibly that any other forces might be at work to allow the girl to take him completely. With his dirty fingernails cutting into her satiny ass cheeks, he brusquely pulled the girl up and shoved her down over and over, making her bruised little pussy ride his rampant prick.

	Steffi's deflowered cuntlet gurgled lewdly each time she was driven down onto the impaling implement, staining the man's gnarly organ and the bulging ring of her smooth labia. The heated, straining walls of her tunnel gripped the tool of her defilement, lovingly stroking it as he pounded her virginal flesh.

	Although his balls were boiling, Rudy couldn't cum. Instead, he continued to rape the helpless child at nearly blurring speed. Her pigtails bounced with the rhythm, unable to escape the pink bands holding them. His unsated need for release aroused him and angered him and he pounded his meat even harder inside the ravaged little cunt of the newly minted slut.

	Like a meteor strike, his balls unleashed his load into the brutalized seven year-old, washing her tiny sex organs with his sperm. Steffi's frightened, high-pitched bleats were drowned out by the dark, throaty laughter of the coven in her head.

	Rudy blinked and looked down at his wilted, exposed member. It was sticky from the consummated act and the little girl was standing in front of him, smiling.

	"Thanks, mister," she said shyly as she twisted one sneakered toe into the mulched surface of the path. "If you come to the delivery entrance of the Blackthorne Arms, there are people there who will have special work for you to do for them. And you'll get special pay, too."

	With that last statement, the girl reached under her skirt and squeezed, closing her eyes for a moment in dreamy recollection. Then she raised her dripping hand, gazing at it thoughtfully before licking it clean. With a giggle, she scampered away.

	Steffi blinked, startled by the brightness of the bathroom lights. She was back home but didn't remember returning after...

	She exhaled loudly, relieved. Raising and lowering an arm with perfect ease, she knew she had control of her body again. It had all been a very bad dream. 

	But why was she wearing her regular clothes instead of pajamas? 

	Shifting her legs, she felt the stickiness on the inner portions of her thighs. With a whimper, the little girl raised her skirt, feeling the throbbing aftermath of her assault return as she saw the oozing mess leaking from her raped, hairless slit.



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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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