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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
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Filename: blackth9.txt
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story_codes: MM/g(5), supernatural, rape, caution; g/g, cons

story_intro: The first of this year's stand-alone tales from one of my annual Halloween series: When a little girl moved into the Blackthorne Arm with her father, she is eager to explore. What she finds, to her horror, is that not all monsters are supernatural.


story_language: English




Blackthorne Arms, part 9

Written by madvlad


comments_readers: Hard to believe, but this is now the fifth Halloween season for this series.

	As Arthur and Pamela exchanged pleasantries with the new tenant, Simon Weatherby watched the man's daughter as she explored the lobby of the apartment building. At the moment, he pictured the little girl's bouncy blonde pigtails held fast in his hands while he maneuvered his dick into her mouth. Those plush red lips would feel wonderful around his member as he taught the five year-old all about deep-throating.

	After filling the child's tummy with unnaturally large wads of jism, he'd get to work under her skirt. As she had played about, he had spied her polka-dotted panties from behind as they stretched across her bubbly little rump. Perhaps he'd keep them as a souvenir after he wedged his meat between her ass cheeks and creamed her from the other end of her GI tract. 

	Then it would be time for her to say goodbye to her cherry just as he said hello to it. It would be an easy set of spells to make her take all of his more than manly size in her baby cunt. And he'd be sure to have her cumming like a nympho while he worked her tiny body up and down on his prick.

	"Down, boy," Arthur whispered from behind. 

	Startled, Simon turned to look at his grinning coven leader. A quick check back to where Arthur and Pamela had been standing showed him that their conversation with Andrew, the new lessee in Apartment 5H, was over. While Andrew was walking to fetch his daughter, Pamela was smirking at Simon with good humor.

	"Sorry," Simon said sheepishly. "I was lost in my dirty dreams."

	"Understood," Arthur replied. "Lisa, there, would be quite a catch. But she's off-limits."

	"Ah, she's reserved?"

	"No, simply off-limits. Andrew is certainly not one to be trifled with." 

	Simon considered the man who now had Lisa by the hand and they strode toward the elevators. He didn't look like much as far as a physical threat but then again, neither did Simon. Three months earlier, two would-be muggers accosted him at night. While Simon never laid a hand on them, they were rendered helpless as he did things to make their last few living hours a nightmare of agony and the slow, unimaginable biological destruction of their bodies.

	Arthur wasn't volunteering any information but Simon deduced that Andrew, while not a coven member, had some attributes that demanded respect. And that was good enough for Simon.

	Papa said this was a safe place for them. With the natural inquisitiveness of a five year-old, Lisa took that to mean the area outside the Blackthorne Arms. The sidewalk bordered a busy street but she knew she shouldn't cross it alone, even if she looked both ways. Finding an alleyway, she scampered down it, imagining the shadows created in the narrow urban canyon to be inhabited by all kinds of creatures - just not the type who gobbled up little girls.

	Her mind was racing with creatures of all nature as they courteously bowed (well, they naturally thought she was a princess) and introduced themselves. When the alley emptied into a less-travelled backstreet, she saw another creature, one of metal and combustion, approaching her. Without warning it sped toward her and...she was gobbled up.

	"Fuckin' easy," laughed Bodey as he held the struggling tot. "Good eye, Ken."

	From the front passenger seat, Ken nodded in acknowledgement. He had been surprised to see a little girl like that by herself. When she trotted into the alley, Ken had Morrie, the driver, take a couple of right turns. If they were lucky, the kid would come out the back and there might not be anyone in sight.

	They were lucky. The little girl wasn't.

	They already had one for today's video but this one with those cute little blonde pigtails meant it would be a two-for-one deal. Considering what they had planned, one little starlet wouldn't last long. 

	Eventually, Lisa's struggles slacked off she her adrenaline burned away. Weeping, she was roughly carried into a dilapidated building where she was locked in a room with another girl her age. 

	The first occupant looked like a ghost with her pale skin; her face seemingly floating in the weakly lit prison cell. Then Lisa made out long dark hair and eyes that were blue like hers, only lighter. 

	The other girl had been crying, too, but had already stopped. For some reason, she was resigned to a certain amount of cruelty in her life and she explained that her mother had made her go with these men who gave the woman stuff she used to make her happy (in a scary sort of way).

	"My name's Gracie," she said to her new companion. "Mommy says I'm good for nothing but being meth bait."

	Recovering somewhat, Lisa thought that Gracie was a nice girl, not just good for being meth bait, whatever that was. They stayed close together, huddling for comfort from forces they couldn't fight. Then Bodey came in and grabbed Lisa by the wrist. She yelped as he roughly pulled her to her feet.

	"It's show time, little bitch," he said. "Don't worry about your lines - they'll come to you all natural-like."

	Alone again, Gracie sat with her legs pulled up against her, wrapping her arms around them. She sniffled, the sound echoing oddly in the room. Then the sounds were drowned out by Lisa's screams.

	They had a scary knife and they cut all of her clothes from her. Lisa cried and managed the courage to tell the men they're not being nice. But they only laughed. It was then she remembered those other men from so long ago...

	She was jolted to the present when she was slammed back-first onto a table. Ken pulled her legs apart holding her by the thighs with a grip that threatened to bruise the soft flesh of her small and tender limbs. The next threat came to a more delicate place, the smooth bulge of flesh between her legs. Her puffy labia were spreading from the angle of her widely stretched limbs and the opening cleft was quickly plugged by the grease-lubed glans that pushed into it.

	Ken had no intent of being gentle; in fact, the rougher he was, the more likely he was to get to results he wanted. The child's diminutive size held him off for a moment before her inner lips tore and he bulled his way into the immature socket of her sex.

	As Lisa shrieked at her assault, Bodey grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the table. She could squirm all she wanted - that looked good for the cameras - but they wanted her unable to roll to one side. This way, the cameras got perfect views of a kindergartner's hairless pussy bleeding as a man's prick hammered at it and gradually went deeper with each brutal thrust. Ripping into the child, Ken forced her baby cunt to widen and tear as needed so he could fuck her with all the length she could possibly take. 

	The man would have loved to break her cervix open but that was not as easy as it sounded with only his hard meat banging at it. Where was talk of using some sort of medical instrument to force it open on one of their future girls. Of course, the girl's sex organs would be ruined afterward, but that would be a very short-term problem for her.

	So today, he had this little blonde to cram half of his dick into. Yes, cunnies could stretch deeper as well as wider. Arousal allowed them to do it. In this case, though, it was simply brute force. Her hot blood made her slick as he burrowed his member into her tiny chamber. Despite the damage, she was still tight and her defenseless little pussy clenched against his meat as he pounded her. With a series of curses, he told her what a great baby whore she was and punctuated his praise with thick ropes of salty jism that made her injured vagina jolt with more pain. 

	Lisa was dizzy, her nausea overtaken only by the fiery agony radiating from her crotch. She was rolled over on the table and felt rough hands pawing at her plump little buttocks. She tried to speak, to beg, but only senseless sounds emerged from her mouth before they coalesced into a scream as Bodey made her tiny pink anus tear with his dick. Finding new strength in her next round of horrified agony, Lisa thrashed on the table but was helpless to stop the next man from raping his way into her bottom.

	The pearly little bubbles of the five year-old's ass were spread by the wide shaft that slammed through her grossly stretched asshole. The ring tried to compress around the thing sliding through it, but the muscles were torn along with some skin and the new wounds aided the intrusion. 

	Lisa choked, trying to retch as her bloated colon was hammered. Something deeper inside was torn as her interior tubing was forced to unbend and take the member invading it. Scrabbling weakly at the tabletop, the whimpering child was forced to let her guts become a rape toy for the man who punched his way into her over and over until another steaming load of jism was injected into her.

	"What a messy little tramp you are," Morrie laughed as he lifted the sobbing girl and held her facing him while he stood. Her legs were striped with crimson from two wounded holes and her scream-roughed throat only produced a wet gargling sound as the man jammed her bald little twat onto his raging hard-on. 

	The presence of the man was immense inside her straining cunny. To Lisa's nearly uncomprehending horror, she felt another man pushing against her ass. She shook her head but then went rigid when a second cock lanced into her.

	Her lungs worked liked bellows, forcing her raw vocal chords to produce the sounds the video makers wanted. With Ken ripping his cock in and out of damaged anal chute and while Morrie roughly plugged and reamed the miniature twatlet, Lisa was utterly helpless. The five year-old's eyes rolled wildly and her golden pigtails flapped while she was double-raped below the waist in places that were not ready for such abuse. Her tiny tunnels were damaged and stretched as the two lengths of hardness grated wetly inside of them, pressing against each other and forcing the rest of her body's interior to accept their presence.

	When both men emptied their balls into the child, she went silent after a couple of spasmodic jerks.

	"Is she dead?" Morrie panted.

	He had worn himself out raping the five year-old's tiny pussy. And the ungrateful little bitch probably wouldn't even appreciate his efforts. Kids these days...

	"Damn, no," Bodey noted as he felt for a pulse. "So much for a snuff show. But she won't last much longer."

	No sense wasting cum and a hard-on on her," Ken spoke up. "Put her with the other brat - let that one see what's going to happen to her. We'll take a break and by that time, the next bitch will be scared shitless - that will make great footage."

	The others agreed that was an excellent plan and Gracie nearly fainted when the nude body of her unconscious and badly bleeding new friend was dumped in her lap. Lisa barely came awake; her senses fading and Gracie had to strain to hear her whispering the same word over and over like a prayer.

	"Sundown."

	With the waning golden rays dying to gray in the indifferent sky, Andrew's abilities grew and his frantic search became more methodical as he was able to home in on his missing daughter. She was gravely injured but now things would take hold. He raced toward her in ways that humans could not imagine.

	His entry into the building was stealthy but when he reached the door that barred him from his child, he shattered it effortlessly. Lisa was naked, the blood on the floor coming from places in her little body where the grievous attacks had occurred. This was not the first time he had found her like this.

	Her name had been Liesl then. His, for the moment, was Andrei; a major in Marshal Zhukov's forces that had just conquered Berlin. Perhaps her father had been crushed under the treads of Soviet tanks or atomized from the bombs dropped by British and American planes. It didn't matter to Andrei. Her mother was decent looking and he had bedded her easily enough.

	It could have been far worse for the woman who by now knew well that the stories of the raping Cossacks (and all other members of the glorious comradeship of the new Soviet Man) were quite true. Andrei had found her first and had declared her meager apartment his bachelor officer's quarters.

	This meant she was nominally safe from all of the others and had resignedly if not gleefully lain on the bed and allowed him to take her. He was neither cruel nor forceful and - using methods of which she couldn't possibly know - had induced pleasure in her. The woman had been surprised and Andrei wondered if her absent husband had ever made her feel this way in his earnest, fumbling efforts. He had felt the conflict of the guilt raging in her afterward, but it never prevented her from being ready in her bed for him during the following nights.

	This meant her daughter, Liesl, was under his protection as well. The five year-old with blonde braids could not make sense of this strange world the grown-ups had created around her but she liked this man who spoke her language in a funny way. Her mother thought it was how Andrei had learned German in Russia - little could she know that this was how he had learned it in the time of Frederick the Great. 

	While Liesl's mother was preparing dinner with the rations Andrei managed to secure, Andrei often played with the girl. In this time of dread, the mother smiled as her little girl's laughter filled their set of rooms. Some of this came from the small magic tricks that Andrei performed with skills that defied human ability. Others came with the child's dress was raised and the man created a different magic as his fingers manipulated her hairless sex while keeping her virginity intact.

	The sun was still barely above the horizon when Andrei came home one evening. Had it been down already, he would have known before the sight of it greeted his eyes. 

	Liesl's mother lay with the tatters of her dress strewn about. She had been beaten while she was raped but the bruising on her neck told him what had killed her. 

	Nearby, lay her young daughter. They hadn't strangled her but had inflicted adult cruelties upon her childish body that left her hovering near death and sliding inexorably into that final maw. 

	"Papa?" she cried weakly, her blue eyes already cloudy.

	Papa. She had called him that the night before and it game him a glow of emotion he hadn't known in ages. Now it was an entreaty not to leave her alone in her final moments. 

	He didn't waste time. In her delirium, Liesl didn't understand his bite but when he held his cut wrist to her and told her to suck, she did with the nursing instinct from infancy. It took some time, but her dying human strength was replaced with a new, ancient one.

	Humans might call his kind - now their kind - vampires. But it was a simplistic term as there were many variations of his race as there were differences among humans - even more so. He would not burst into flaming embers upon the touch of the sun. Instead, the solar orb simply reduced his powers to that of a mere human. Once it was gone from the sky, he became whole once more.

	Now Liesl was restored if still weakened. With his senses restored, he tracked down the drunken soldiers who had invaded his home earlier that day. They were Soviets but that meant little to a man who had served under countless banners. There, he wreaked his revenge; partaking of the thing that, while he didn't need it to survive, it did embellish his powers and senses. And he taught his new daughter to hunt while darkness reigned above. 

	He left Berlin that night and would create new identities for him and Liesl. This was nothing new for him and was quite easy in this time where records were destroyed or inaccessible and confusion reigned. By day, the Swiss businessman, Andre, and his daughter, Elise, ate and drank and lives like anyone else as they enjoyed the cities untouched by war. At night, he taught her how she could take him in a love and pleasure that their human friends would have found unnerving. 

	Over time, their identities changed again and again as they wished or needed.

	"Papa?" Lisa wheezed.

	Andrew noticed the girl holding his daughter's head in her lap. Her eyes were full of fear yet she held a protective arm across Lisa's middle. Andrew's eyes flashed, mesmerizing the dark-haired girl and leaving her catatonic.

	"Papa, the bad men hurt me like before," she said. "The sun is gone now, but it still hurts."

	She wouldn't die - her powers wouldn't let her. But she needed to heal quickly and she took his proffered wrist, nourishing herself while his hand gently stroked her blonde hair. He had read Anne Rice's book some time back, the one where the little girl vampire went mad as she aged but never grew. Lisa, his dear Lisa, was not like that, remaining exuberant and delightful as an eternal five year-old.

	When she was somewhat recovered, he knew she needed another recovery. Together, they went to where the men were. 

	It was Bodey who noticed her first - still quite naked and stained but showing no ill-effects from her rapes. His penis hardened and the girl took it in her hands, cuddling it until it was fully engorged with blood. When she opened her mouth, Bodey knew fear of a kind even he had never inflicted on his young victims. 

	Ken and Morrie stood transfixed by the ghastly scene. Perhaps they might have intervened but it would never be known as Andrew pounced on them first.

	Andrew was ready to go but Lisa was worried about the other girl, Gracie. Examining her, Andrew caught the scent of methamphetamine. She was still mentally out of it - that would last a few hours more. Gathering her in one arm while he held his daughter in the other, Andrew went home in a way that no mortal could see.

	Gracie awoke with her clothes off. Something smelled nice in a faint way and she realized it was her. Her body and hair were clean as were the silken sheets that caressed her bare body. Looking about the bedroom, she saw it was much nicer than anything she had experienced - it was like ones she had seen on TV. 

	"Hi!"

	It was Lisa. She was also clean and was smiling as she bounded onto the bed. Gracie had been scared she would die but she certainly seemed fine. The blonde girl tugged the top sheet from Gracie before shrugging out of the fluffy robe she was wearing.

	"Now we'll play," she giggled before pouncing playfully on Gracie. 

	Gracie giggled, too, when Lisa settled on top if her. It felt funny because they were naked but she liked having the other girl press against her as it gave her a sense of comfort. And Lisa was surprisingly strong as she pinned Gracie's arms to the bed before rubbing noses with her friend. 

	While it was strange, Gracie didn't feel the fear she did when she was naked with men who sometimes came to her apartment. These were men who out their fingers and other things into her and made her cry before they put sticky stuff all over her.

	When Lisa kissed her, Gracie remained still. It was a pleasant thing and for some reason, Gracie wasn't at all alarmed when Lisa pushed her tongue into her mouth. Now their tongues entwined with each other. It made Gracie feel new sensations; sensations that Lisa must have felt because she began rubbing her body against Gracie's in a way that was just perfect. 

	With her mouth wide open against Lisa's lips, Gracie wasn't even aware of how forcefully she and her new friend were tongue loving. When Lisa abruptly stopped the kiss, Gracie let out a low whine but Lisa wasn't finished with her. As Lisa slid down Gracie's body planting kisses and small tongue dabs, Gracie raised her head to watch. Lisa's blonde pigtails were jiggling as she moved lower until Gracie gasped. 

	Lisa was going to put her mouth on her pee-pee! That's where the bad men liked to hurt her the most but she didn't think Lisa would do that.

	Lisa's nostrils twitched at the faint aroma of Gracie's arousal. The other girl may not have recognized the bit of warmth between her legs for what is was, but Lisa's keen, post-sunset sense of smell detected it. She had been with women, those of her father's kind, but had never been with another little girl. And now she gazed at Gracie's pussy - so tiny and hairless and plump - just like her own!

	With a heavy sigh of wanting, Lisa opened her mouth and took the other little girl's cunny in her mouth. The other five year-old's mons was soft and pliable in her mouth like an extremely tender fruit. Seeking the juice something like this would inevitably have, Lisa thrust her tongue into Gracie's bald slit. Her added strength allowed her to penetrate the other girl's snug cunny as far as her tongue could reach.

	Mewling with a surprising need, Gracie pressed her hands against Lisa's head, hoping the other girl would not stop but to bring whatever was building inside of her snatch to it fruition. Gracie didn't understand it, but she desired Lisa's tongue as it pressed and flexed and dug into her tiny cuntlet.

	Holding her protruding tongue inside Gracie's soupy twat hole, Lisa clamped down with her lips on the other child's chubby vulva to compress her sex from both inside and out. It was a favorite trick of her father's and Gracie squealed to confirm that Lisa had done it just right. Now she concentrated on mining the nectar flowing from her friend's pussy, ravenously eating the kindergartner's hairless treasure until Gracie was nearly crushed by her first orgasm.

	This was the tastiest pressing yet for Lisa as Gracie's hormone-laden juices flowed, produced at the peak of her climax. But there was another fluid that was even finer and Lisa moved up with lightning speed until she was face-to-face with the weaker, compliant girl. Wasting no time as Gracie's orgasm was ebbing, Lisa began undulating, fucking her friend with a wet grinding of hairless little pussies against each other. 

	Both of their clitties were stiff and Lisa's slightly more protruding one (another gift of her night powers) lashed against Gracie's nubbin until both girls were panting for release. Gracie's mind was gone except for the instinctive reactions for intense pleasure. She hooked her legs around the other girl's waist to keep the pounding presence in place against her smooth crotch.

	Crying together in lesbian passion, the five year-olds came as one. Gracie arched her back, tilting her head in an unintended invitation to her neck. Even if Gracie hadn't done that, Lisa was diving for her there. Lisa's dainty fangs plunged into the other little girl's neck and Lisa's throbbing cunny lurched with an overlapping and even heavier orgasm as she tasted the sex-richness of her lover's blood.

	Gracie's climax flared a little higher as she was punctured and sucked. She was dimly aware of it happening and was somehow grateful to be tapped like this. After a minute of Lisa slurping greedily at her throat, Gracie's world went a deep, inviting blue that sank into blackness.

	Andrew had been watching the five year-olds making love, impressed by the passion that Lisa induced into Gracie. Of course, she had decades of practice from him and several of his kind. Observing from behind as his daughter's adorable little rump rose and fell as she humped her friend, Andrew had been tempted to join in - especially when Gracie's tiny feet locked behind Lisa's back. 

	He could have squeezed his cock into Lisa's bottom, encasing his member in the warm meatiness of the child's anal chute as she moved with Sapphic grace against the other girl. How wonderful it would be to share himself, implant his seed into his daughter's body and she and her new lover came together. 

	But this time was best for the girls together.

	After licking Gracie's throat clean of residue, Lisa turned to peer at her father. Her canine teeth had retracted to human size and now she looked at him with wide eyes free of any guile. It was a look that fathers had been rarely able to resist for eons.

	"Can we keep her?" she asked.



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