Title: Jumping Hotdog's The Loli Assassin from the End of Time
Author: Jumping Hotdog
Keywords: Mg, Fg, bf, fg, Mdom, gdom, Fdom, bd, ds, nc, inc, mc
Summary: Lilith, the last human, comes from the end of time with a mission 
of murder from the Lord of Monsters. She is tasked to strike at the ancient
enemy of her master, but the world of the past is full of tantalizing 
distractions, most often of the sexual kind.

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                                    ~#~                                    

   The Pharaoh of Red and Black ruled a court of monsters at the end of 
time. From his throne atop the Citadel Terminus he looked at his people.

   He was a gunmetal giant, featureless in all but outline. His sole piece 
of ornamentation was a golden mask that showed all faces and none - the 
Imagines Maiorum. Above that, like the ruby center piece of a crown, hung 
the dying embers of the last charnel star. Its failing rays were the sole 
source of light remaining in the sky.

   The court of monsters were terrors and nightmares. From within the deep 
darkness tentacles writhed, blood red eyes blinked, unseen bulks shifted, 
chittering voices jabbered and deeper voices moaned.

   "Lilith," he spoke. If such a thing as planets still existed, that 
single word would have rent continents and boiled oceans. "Come forth 
Lilith." He laid his fell gaze upon his court.

   The court broke apart to reveal a young human girl. She hung in the air,
held aloft by oily black tentacles. The tentacles wound around her limbs 
and torso, their non-color in sharp contrast to the earthy tones of her 
nutmeg skin. They penetrated her weak human body. Pulsating heads entered 
her mouth, ass and cunt. Unseen muscles twitched and twisted within the 
invaders. The girl moaned in eternal pleasure.

   At the Pharaoh of Red and Black's command, the tentacles pulled free of 
her body with a slurping sound. Her orifices gaped at their lack. She fell 
to the ground gasping, body twitching as her endless orgasm finally abated.

   After a few moments she crawled forward towards the Pharaoh. Her body 
was weak from abuse and pleasure. Luminous green slime dribbled from her 
pussy and ass. It ran down her legs and she left a glowing trail in her 
wake.

   In the appropriate place before the Pharaoh she stopped and kowtowed. 
Her breath came hard, gasping, but her pains were secondary. She pressed 
her head hard to the ground and elevated the curve of her boney naked ass 
into the air. In that position she froze. She dare not move until the 
Pharaoh gave her leave.

   "How old are you Lilith," spoke the Pharaoh.

   Lilith didn't look up. Forehead still plastered to the ground, ass in 
the air, she said. "I am ten years old, sire."

   "And how long have you been ten years old?"

   "Fifty million years."

   Only fifty million. It was young by the standards of the court of 
monsters. This was the entropic epoch at the far end of time. Few things 
yet existed and those that did were ancient indeed.

   "I have many enemies, Lilith. They lurk in the forbidden corners of the 
universe, in the hidden places and in the infinite reaches of the darkest 
void, but my most dangerous foes hide themselves not in space but in the 
depths of time. I speak of the Cancer."

   Whispers rushed through the court, a million voices in a million 
languages. The court knew of the Cancer. All knew of the poison star.

   "I would strike at them, Lilith. I would have you be my spear."

   Lilith's heart beat faster. "Me, sire?" she asked. "Surely there are 
others stronger, better suited. The Horror Fiend of the Black Night, the 
Reverence Collective or even the Formless Yig."

   The Pharaoh of Red and Black was silent. His non-words crushed down on 
Lilith's back. At last he spoke.

   "The Cancer is a potent foe." The ground of the Citadel Terminus shook 
and twisted. It had been millennia since the Pharaoh of Red and Black had 
spoken at such length. "It is well protected by its machinations. To strike
at them even from here, in my place of power at the ed of time, is near 
impossible. But you are the loop hole in that impossibility."

   "Me?" said Lilith. The word was barely spoken, more a shaped breath.

   "You are the last girl-child and last human in existence," he spoke and 
if it hadn't already been true, such words spoken in such a way would have 
made it so. "You alone understand our foe and can bypass their many 
protections. I will send you back. Destroy the Cancer. In that last I give 
you this."

   He raised one great hand and tiny motes of violet light danced upon it. 
Lilith drank in the weapon with eager eyes. It would be deadly indeed.

   The Pharaoh of Red and Black closed his hand and the weapon winked out 
of existence.

   For a long moment, silence reigned. Then he turned his terrible power 
against a universe almost too depleted to hear him, but here him yet it 
did. The Citadel Terminus groaned as cosmic forces warped its structure. In
the far distance, the last star darkened, like cooling charcoal. A chill 
leached the heat from the air. The little hairs on Lilith's body stood on 
end as her bones grew cold.

   A gaping maw ripped open with a titanic crash. It hung between Lilith 
and the Pharaoh, a vortex through space and time. The court of monsters 
shied back, fearful of the power, fearful of the danger. Lilith didn't 
retreat.

   She stood up and stood tall. Her thin, preteen body didn't shake as she 
walked towards the vortex. The metal floor chilled the soles of her bare 
feet. The weak cosmic rays of an almost ended universe played across her 
body.

   "Go," spoke the Pharaoh.

   Lilith went.

                                    ~#~                                    

   The terrible tides of time slashed at Lilith's body as she hurtled into 
the past. A tunnel shot to infinity before her. Light blasted at her, too 
much, too bright. It tore away her eyes in moments.

   Fell was the rage of time.

   The tides cut at her body and ripped away her flesh. They tore and tore,
until she had no physical structure remaining. Bodiless she continued on, 
supported by her indomitable will and the command of the Pharaoh of Red and
Black.

   In her mind's eye, the only sense remaining to her, she could feel her 
target approaching. She'd traveled a million, million years and wouldn't 
fail now.

   She extended her will and probed for targets.

   One called out to her.

   The mind of the girl shone like white stars of legend, so full of life 
and so innocent. It would be the perfect host to begin her campaign against
the Cancer.

   As the time vortex neared its end, Lilith forced it to target a specific
unit of space-time. She held her target in the very center of her bulls-eye
and-

   She took a gasping breath, once more wearing flesh. And not just flesh, 
young flesh, real flesh. In her old body, she'd been ten years old for 
fifty million years. Time wore everything down and at the end of time, even
the atoms were old. This was like being a new born again. Strange hormones 
rushed through her veins. The world shone. Incredibly vibrant pinks pasted 
her walls. Strange scents almost blanked her mind with awe.

   The mind of her host screamed in terror but Lilith crushed it back. That
feeble will scrabbled and fought. Its fingers tore at the outermost edges 
of Lilith's will, but it was for naught. Lilith called up a basic thought 
form and locked it away. It could watch and feel but nothing more.

   Lilith took stock of her surroundings. She was alone, in a small room, 
lying on something smooth, soft and pink. An ancient memory bubbled up from
the depths of her mind. This was a bed - you used it for sleeping - which 
made this a bedroom.

   She flipped to her feet and padded to a nearby mirror. The easy energy 
of youth made every step a joy.

   The mirror showed her body. Well, not her body, but the body she was 
currently inhabiting. She wore the flesh like a disguise or costume, but it
was more than that. It was like a deadly warship of a bygone epoch, a 
weapon empowered and aimed by her will.

   Its skin was pale, very pale, almost like transparent milk.

   Milk! The thought stirred long buried memories of tastes, smells and 
textures. It had been millions of years since such a treat existed. Her 
mouth watered and her tiny pink tongue shot and licked her thin lips.

   No, focus. She had a mission.

   Her eyes were larger, watery and blue. Her hair was platinum blonde and 
so long it tickled her ass. She was rail thin, body and limbs both. No 
tits. She turned and bent forward slightly. No ass either. She shimmied out
of her loose cloth pajamas and ran a hand over her tight, immature cunt. A 
virgin too. Well, this was a more prudish time.

   She closed her eyes and turned her gaze inwards. Almost no muscle, very 
little fat and something wrong with the heart. It was malformed and 
damaged. Not too bad; she'd just need to keep an eye on it.

   A gentle knock came from the door. "Dear, are you awake?"

   Lilith turned just as the door opened.

   A man stood there, tall, broad shouldered and with stubble on his chin. 
Lilith had eyes for none of that. Her eyes locked on his crotch and the 
bulge in his blue-jeans.

   Cock. Cock. Cock.

   Her knees shook at the very thought, her clit buzzed and her tiny 
nipples tried to poke holes through her t-shirt. It had been so very, very 
long. In fact, she knew the time exactly. It had been thirty-nine million, 
nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety years since 
she'd seen a human cock. Held a human cock. Sucked a human cock. Had her 
preteen cunt ripped open and fucked by a human cock. She groaned. The 
tastes, the smells, the indescribable texture that no tentacle could ever 
come close to matching. All of it swum through her mind.

   "Avery," he said in a firm but loving voice. "You know the doctor said 
you should stay in bed. Your condition. I know its Halloween but you must 
concentrate on getting better."

   Lilith ignored his words but stalked towards him. She was a lioness and 
he her prey.

   "Avery?" He was confused now and worried. Lilith cocked her head. Her 
hair tickled her tiny flat ass as it moved. It was strange to hear 
recognizable human emotions in the voices of others, but the interpretation
of such things came back to her quickly.

   Lilith met his eyes and called up a thought form. The multifaceted hyper
-shape spun in her mind and the universe crinkled around her. That was 
enough for her to reach out and fuzz his mind.

   His expression clouded and he stood gormless in place. Lilith reached 
him and pressed her spread hands to his muscled chest. His flesh was hot, 
even through his clothes. In the court of monsters at the end of time, heat
was a fading thing and a prize beyond gold. She pushed with all her preteen
strength and he tottered back, swayed and fell. With a thud he landed on 
his back.

   Her mission could wait. The burning need inside her required feeding 
first.

   She dropped to her knees at his side and began fiddling with his jeans. 
The buttons took a few seconds to figure out. It had been long years since 
she'd had to deal with such things. But at last the metallic disc popped 
open. The jeans pulled apart and she slid his cock out through a hole in 
the front of his boxers.

   It sat soft and pink in her tiny hands but perfect despite that. She 
leaned down and ran her small, darting tongue over the head. The rush of 
flavors just about made her orgasm right then and there. A shudder ran 
through her body and her cunt juiced up like nobody's business.

   More. She needed more.

   Lilith slipped the cock into her hot tiny mouth and sucked for all she 
was worth.

   Even with his mind fuzzed, he knew something was happening. "Avery, 
please," he moaned as she gobbled down his cock. "I'm your father. This is 
wrong."

   Wrong, it might have been, but his cock still hardened in her mouth. 
Lilith swirled with her tongue as she sucked, really giving it her all. She
wanted, needed, his cum. Something burned inside her for it, begging, 
pleading, demanding. That this was her 'father' made it all the sweeter. 
Her last incestuous cock was even further gone than her last human cock.

   Steeling herself, she rammed the cock deep into her immature throat. Her
gag reflex went crazy and tears rolled down her eyes, but, well, fuck this 
body and fuck its pain. This was about her and no one else. She kept going 
until her nose ran up against his wiry pubic hair. It tickled. She drew 
back and let the head pop from her mouth. Gooey spittle rolled down her 
chin but she smiled wider than she had in twenty million years. How she 
missed this. The taste, the fullness, the pain.

   She deepthroated the cock again and again. The cock raped her throat, so
powerful, so primal. As she did, she rubbed the veiny shaft and her 
father's balls with her tiny hands. She kept going until she sensed the 
tension there start to build. At the last moment she plopped the cock from 
her mouth and jacked it with her hands.

   It erupted, gooy white cum shooting towards her face. The first blast 
hit her right in the eye, which stung like you wouldn't believe, but after 
that she got it aimed properly. She opened her mouth wide, so her small 
white teeth glimmered, and let blast after blast land on her tongue.

   From the very first taste she was cumming.

   Her frail, stolen body shook and shook as waves of pleasure boiled up 
from Lilith's withered core. The orgasm battered her, the best she could 
remember. Better than her brutal six year long rape at the 'hands' (or 
rather tentacles) of the Beyond Horror. Better than her final release after
a century of forced edging by the last Baryon Lord back when she had been 
ten years old for barely a million years. Better even than the narco-sperm 
of the Formless Yig, which that monster had pumped into all three of her 
holes by the gallon.

   Her clit grew so hard it hurt, cunt juice rolled down her legs and a 
flush ran over her body, turning her almost bright red.

   This was real human sperm and that was the best thing in the universe.

   When both she and her 'father' finally stopped cumming, he started 
getting all emo, mental fuzzing or no. "No, no, no," he moaned while 
shaking his head. "What have I done?"

   To make things even more complicated, someone screamed. A woman stood in
the doorway, eyes wide with horror, terror and shock. She had the same 
platinum blonde hair as Lilith's host and a tall, willowy build.

   "Jeremy!" she shrieked. "What have you done! You, you monster. Avery, 
our daughter, how could you?"

   "Olivia," he gasped. "I- I-"

   And then to top everything off, 'Avery', or whatever the slut had been 
called, chose that moment to throw a tantrum. She wailed and smashed at the
mental walls keeping her locked away. It was a desperate fight to regain 
control and escape the horrors of incest. Hopeless of course. On one hand 
you had Lilith. The last human in existence, with a will forged over 
millions of years and an arsenal of thought form weapons fit to tear down 
stellar empires. On the other you had some dying fop of a girl from the 
stupid end of time. Still gave Lilith one hell of a headache, though.

   In fact, no, she wasn't going to stand for this. Oh, no, not stand for 
it at all.

   Lilith called up another hyper-shape, one more complicated than before. 
Its thousand axises coiled and uncoiled in her mind. In sympathy, the 
universe twisted around her, breaking, tearing, changing. She reached 
through the cracks in ordered space-time and distorted her 'parents'. She 
upped their rage, aggression and libidos. She warped their sexualities and 
focused it all on a single target: her. She could have done more, but 
powerful thought forms risked detection, and it would be simply terrible if
the Cancer spoiled her fun.

   In a split second, their eyes shifted as fuzzed incomprehension and 
anger turned into predatory lust. Olivia the mother smiled and it wasn't a 
nice smile at all.

   "If you want to be in control so badly, I'll let you play," said Lilith 
and released the walls that held Avery apart from her body. This was going 
to be so fun. A girl never forgets her first rape. The memory stays with 
her forever, always good for a quick tear-fueled cum in the dead of night.

                                    ~#~                                    

   The first thing Avery did when she regained control over her body was 
start to cry. Her throat burnt, her eyes stung, a horrible taste hung in 
her mouth and she'd done terrible, terrible things to her daddy. Sobs 
wracked her tiny form, and she brought her arms up, hugging herself tight.

   That didn't last for long. Her mother scowled down at her, her face more
terrible than Avery had ever seen before, even when she was very, very bad.
Olivia squatted down and there was no love in her hard, gray eyes.

   "Do you know how sick we are of taking care of you?" said Olivia and 
squeezed Avery's cheeks between her fingers. "Do you? You're so needy. We 
have no life! It's always you, you, you. Miss an injection and you're dead.
Let you get too much exercise and you're dead. Let some pedo play with your
rape-bait body like you deserve and you're dead. Dead, dead, dead. Well, 
I've had enough of it."

   She grabbed Avery by a frail wrist and dragged her up right.

   "Mummy, please," shrieked Avery but it was no good. Olivia dragged Avery
to her pink bed, sat down and pulled Avery over her knee.

   "I should have done this a long time ago. This is for dressing like a 
slut."

   Her hand hammered down on Avery's naked upturned ass, and the resultant 
blow was like nothing Avery had ever felt. Fire shot across her poor abused
rump and a heavy sickness built in her throat. She felt like she was going 
to throw up.

   "And this is for seducing your father."

   Olivia struck again. Pain flashed across Avery's body in a wave. 
Everything hurt, from her teeth to her toes, but her ass out shone it all. 
It felt like it was on fire.

   She tried to struggle free and flailed with her arms, but her mother was
having none of it. Olivia grabbed Avery's frail wrists and held them in 
place in the small of her back. Next Olivia gathered up the great waterfall
of platinum blonde hair that fell down Avery's back and wound it around her
wrists in a tight knot. When she finished, Avery's arms were trapped and 
her head pulled back, her throat bare and straining.

   "Please," she begged. "Please, no, stop. I'll be good."

   Olivia ignored her. "And these are for being such a terrible daughter."

   Again and again Olivia struck. She laid down blistering spank after 
blistering spank. Avery screamed, tears streaked her cheeks and despite 
everything she tried, she could not escape. Each jerking movement sent 
sharp stabs of agony through her scalp and pulled back shoulders. All put 
together, it was the worst thing she had ever felt, worse than the doctors,
worse even than when the terrible force made her do awful things to her 
daddy.

   The blows just kept coming and then her daddy was there. He crouched in 
front of her.

   "Ahh, poor baby, does it hurt?" He stroked her pulled back hair.

   Through the pain and tears Avery managed a tiny jerking nod.

   "Well, you shouldn't have been such a slut." He slapped her across the 
face with his heavy, blood filled penis and tried to jam it into Avery's 
mouth, but she slammed her teeth shut.

   Jeremy was having none of it. He squeezed his daughter's cute, slightly 
upturned nose closed and looked deep into her eyes. Said eyes went wide 
with panic, blows rained down on her ass and her lungs must be gasping for 
air. Finally it all became too much and she opened her mouth in a combined 
scream and gasp.

   Jeremy thrust his penis deep inside. Her mouth was so warm, tight and 
small. Occasionally his wife would suck him off but it was nothing like 
this. Avery's throat spasmed around his cock as it desperately tried to 
keep him out. That only made it better. He took hold of her hair in a 
double grip and started fucking her face.

   As he did, he leaned forward and met his wife in a passionate kiss. It 
was perfect. Their tongues dueled as she beat their daughter's ass black 
and blue and he fucked her mouth as she deserved. They should have raped 
the prostitot years ago.

   They broke apart, both wearing manic smiles.

   "I think her ass is about done," said Olivia. "Let's flip her."

   Jeremy smiled as he read the evil in his wife's gaze.

   Shock ran through poor abused Avery as her entire world spun. Her 
father's strong hands gripped and twisted her. The new position crushed her
trapped wrists into the small of her back but at least her blazing ass was 
free. All the while his penis never left her throat. On every thrust his 
balls battered her face. It was the most she could do to steal a breath 
when he pulled back.

   Avery looked up at her mother through tear-stained eyes. Was her 
punishment finally over? Had her mother forgiven her for being a slut and 
could she go back to being a good girl? The sadistic glee in the older 
woman's eyes told her otherwise and she started to sob anew.

   "Let's strip the slut," said Olivia. She looked down at her bound and 
choking daughter. The slut had taken her pajama bottoms off, no doubt to 
shove something large and hard up her disgusting kiddy-cunt, but she still 
wore her sleeping t-shirt.

   Jeremy groaned and nodded as his daughter's throat milked his cock.

   Of course, there was a problem. With her arms bound and her throat 
filled with hot man-meat, getting the t-shirt off would be hard. He solved 
that problem by reaching down and ripping it apart. The thin cotton tore to
shreds, leaving Avery's preteen chest bare. Her nipples were hard and red 
but they sat on a completely flat chest.

   "Flat as a board," said Olivia. "Just as useless here as everywhere 
else. When I was her age, I had some fine titties." She ran her hands over 
her large womanly breasts.

   "A real tit-less wonder," said Jeremy and squeezed his eyes shut as he 
ground his crotch into her face. "Should be punished until she grows some 
proper tits."

   "Yes!" hissed Olivia and scraped her sharp, manicured nails down Avery's
chest. They left ten parallel red lines in their wake, not quite bleeding 
but they still burned like fire. Avery sobbed and hiccuped around the cock 
in her throat.

   "Poor baby," crooned Olivia in a false motherly voice. "Do your little 
titties hurt? Yes, hum? Well, you should have thought of that before you 
chose to join the Itty Bitty Titty Committee."

   Like a viper striking prey, she slapped Avery's non-existent left tit 
and then her right. Red hand prints grew on her milky chest and Avery felt 
like she might die. The pain in her chest leached all the life from her 
body, stealing even her breath. It was worse than the spanking. Only a few 
moments ago she didn't think such a thing was possible but it really was.

   "Fancy a shot at this?" said Olivia. She twisted about and forced 
Avery's immature cunt open with her fingers.

   "Sure," said Jeremy as he yanked his cock free. A wave of drool ran down
Avery's upside down face. "Was getting tired of her throat. Barely even 
struggling anymore."

   He shuffled around to between his daughter's legs and looked at her 
pussy. It was small and tight, a real coin-edge cunt. The only reason he 
could see pink at all was because of his wife's fingers, which forced the 
lips open. Her blood red nail polish stood in stark contrast to Avery's 
intimate flesh.

   "Think she's a virgin?" he asked as he pressed the fat head of his penis
up to the starting line. The slut was leaking cunt juice like a drugged up 
whore.

   "How about it, dear," said Olivia and stroked Avery's cheek with the 
back of her hand. "You a virgin? You ever let a boy shove his hot, hard 
cock up your useless excuse for a cunt?"

   "Please," moaned Avery. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

   "Sorry for what, dear?"

   "I- I-"

   "Sorry for being sick?"

   "I'm sorry for being sick!"

   "Sorry for being a slut?"

   "I'm sorry for being a slut!"

   "Sorry for being a rapeable cunt?"

   "I'm- I'm-" Avery squeezed her eyes shut and shouted the words. "I'm 
sorry for being a rapeable cunt." After that she just broke down, a cascade
of semi-audible words. "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry."

   "Not good enough." Olivia turned to her husband. "Fuck the bitch."

   Jeremy thrust his hips forward and tore through Olivia's cherry. She 
screamed and blood mixed with cunt slime to ease his passage.

   "What do you know," he laughed. "Bitch was a virgin."

   He started thrusting in and out with such violence Avery's body almost 
flew off her mother's lap. To poor Avery, the assault was beyond hell. The 
engorged flesh rod tore apart her fragile young body. There was no 
pleasure, only rape pain. This wasn't how love was meant to be. This wasn't
her magical first time. Then she gasped as a jolt of joy stabbed into her 
body.

   "That's right," whispered Olivia as she twirled a cunt slime coated 
finger around Robin's tiny clit. "Enjoy your rape. Enjoy your daddy pushing
his long, hard cock all the way up your tiny little body. He's going to cum
so deep inside you. Just pump it in. And then I'm going to suck it all out.
God, you'll be virgin sweet."

   Pain pleasure. Pain pleasure. Avery thought she would go insane. Her 
mother's finger wove a sickly spell of delight through her body. At the 
same time, her dad's penis made her want to die just to escape the pain.

   She tried to just block everything out, counter-balance the two forces 
and go dead to the world. Of course her mother would have none of that. 
Whenever she sensed Avery wasn't giving sufficient attention to her rape, 
she'd pinch Avery's clit. She didn't even do it particularly hard, but even
slight pressure on the engorged nub sent sickly daggers straight into 
Avery's soul.

   "Shu, shu, shu," said Olivia after one such assault. "Almost over now. 
See, look at your father." She dragged Avery's head up, which yanked on her
hair and made her trapped shoulders blaze. The knots tied with her own hair
had grown only tighter with time. "Look at him. See his face. See how he 
tenses. He's going to sperm you good soon." Olivia let Avery's head snap 
back and drew her hand dancing down Avery's body to her stomach, above her 
womb. She rubbed the milk-white skin almost gently. "I wonder if you can 
get pregnant, yet? Doesn't really matter. We can always keep trying."

   And then her father was cumming as promised. He slammed balls deep into 
her trembling preteen body and shot long wads of boiling hot cum deep into 
her clutching, sucking cunt. At the same time, Olivia leaned down and gave 
Avery's clit a long lick with her tongue.

   That sent Avery over the edge. Her body twitched like a dying fish as 
waves of pleasure battered through her. The pain of her rape was terrible 
but the pleasure of her orgasm equaled it in intensity. As the worst moment
of her life to date played out, she came and came and came.

   And then something broke inside her chest.

   It felt like an immense weight bore down on her broken ill heart. She 
couldn't breathe. Her vision darkened. She was dying. They'd raped her to 
death. Killed her!

   "And I think that's enough of that," said Lilith as she retook control 
of the body. Swift psychic surgery set her heart beating correctly again. 
How did the residence of the stupid end of time survive without the ability
to properly control their bodies?

   Avery could only sob in her cage.

   "If you want to come out and play again," continued Lilith, "I'm sure 
your parents would love to fuck your ass next. Or perhaps we can find you 
something else. A dog perhaps. Human cock is probably too good for you. And
I've always wanted to fuck one. My mother spoke of dog-cock, but they were 
all long gone by the time I was born."

                                    ~#~                                    

   Lilith had felt and enjoyed Avery's pain and suffering. It had been a 
truly great rape. Her ass blazed, her tits burned, her cunt ached and her 
throat was rubbed raw. That was all good, butt her arms were tied behind 
her back and Avery's parents were still looking at her with lust filled 
eyes.

   Part of her wanted to let the mind-fucked parents go another round, but 
her thirst for cock had been sated for now and she had a mission to 
complete.

   She called up the same thought form as before and undid her changes to 
Jeremy and Olivia. They blinked and horror flooded their expressions. Hum, 
perhaps that wouldn't be much better. She changed horror to loyalty and 
obedience. They looked upon her with adoration and love. Much better.

   "Untie my hands," she commanded with a rasping, raped-out voice.

   Olivia and Jeremy were almost too keen as they jumped to obey. They soon
had her hands free from the knot of hair and she rotated her wrists as she 
worked feeling back into her fingers.

   "Good," she said as she stretched and stood. There really was nothing 
like a hard rape to scratch a sexual itch, but she did wish the stupid end 
of time had some better medical care. With that, she could have wiped away 
the worst of the pain. As it was, she hobbled a bit as she made for the 
door. Cum and blood dribbled from her well fucked cunt and down her legs.

   Her two new slaves fell into step beside her.

   "You don't live in a cave, do you?" she asked as she looked around. If 
it was a cave, it was a well decorated one.

   "No, Mistress," said Olivia. "We live in a house."

   "Well then, good." Next item: her mission. "Do you know what the Cancer 
is? The Poison Star?"

   They looked confused.

   "It should be near here, somewhere. The Pharaoh of Red and Black sent me
back to destroy it. I can almost feel it; a shadow is upon us."

   "Mistress," said Jeremy slowly. "What is the Cancer? Is it a disease?"

   "The Cancer is," said Lilith. How to explain this to someone from the 
stupid end of time. "It is a meta-entity and a festering wound on the 
structure of space-time. It takes many forms in many ages, but all are 
toxic. It has agents who work with it, either knowingly or unknowingly, but
they are only part of the Cancer. It is the combination of people, places, 
ideas and power, stretching from the very start to the very end of time. It
is an enemy of my king and its very presence diminishes his power.

   "If I can find its center in the here-and-now, I can use a weapon that 
will destroy or at least weaken it across all of time"

   A buzzing sound rang through the house, and Lilith jumped. The talk of 
the Cancer had her on edge. Her human nature should have let her bypass its
protections but who knew what other guards and watchers it had.

   "Tell me what that was," she demanded.

   "The door, Mistress," said Jeremy.

   "It is Halloween," said Olivia. "Trick-or-treaters come round the houses
and ask for candy. They wear costumes - monsters and animals and TV 
characters."

   "Very well," said Lilith. "Let's see these 'trick-or-treaters'. Maybe 
they know of the Cancer."

   Lilith stayed back in the hall with Jeremy while Olivia opened the door.

   "Trick or treat," the two children cried and held up half full sacks. 
Their faces beamed.

   They were a boy and a girl. The boy was the younger of the two, perhaps 
ten years old. He wore a puppy costume, complete with fake, floppy ears and
furry boots and gloves. His hair was sandy brown, which went well with his 
round smiling face. The girl was older, maybe thirteen though she was at 
that stage of puberty that made age hard to judge. Coltish. She wore a 
flowing ornate dress and a tiara. Under one arm was tucked a jewel 
encrusted scepter. Her hair was chestnut and fell in ringlets to her 
shoulders.

   "Ooh, look at you two," said Olivia with an exaggerated gasp. "Why don't
you tell me about your costumes."

   "I'm a dog!" said the boy through a gap toothed smile. "Woof."

   "And a very fine dog you are." Olivia dropped a chocolate bar into his 
candy-sack.

   "And I'm a princess," said the girl. She performed an almost passable 
curtsy. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

   "Greetings, Your Majesty," said Olivia with a bow of her head. "And it 
is a pleasure to meet you too." She dropped a candy bar in her bag.

   They moved to go, but Lilith wasn't done with them yet.

   "Do you know the Cancer?" she asked as she idley played with Jeremy's 
turgid penis.

   Both newcomers looked up and gasped, which really wasn't that strange. 
There was Lilith, naked as the day she was born, casually giving a handjob 
to a grown man.

   The princess brought up a hand to cover her mouth. The boy raised an 
accusatory finger. "You're naked," he said.

   Lilith rolled her eyes and muttered, "Only the stupid end of time would 
worry about clothes when the Cancer is near." Louder, she added, "The 
Cancer, do you know it?"

   "Our granny died of cancer," whispered the girl, her eyes averted from 
the perverted show.

   The dog-boy was still on the old conversational track. "You're naked," 
he said again. "You're not meant to be naked."

   "This is Halloween," said Lilith. "I am given to understand costumes are
traditional."

   "Uh-uh," he said. "Naked isn't a costume. My mummy said so."

   "Of course naked is a costume. I'm a rape-slut, and you can hardly be a 
rape-slut and wear clothes." She ran her thumb over the fat, purple head of
Jeremy's cock. It glistened with precum.

   The girl gasped and started to tug the boy away from the house, but 
Lilith wasn't done with them.

   "Bring them inside," she snapped. "They may have valuable intelligence."

   The girl screamed and ran for freedom. Olivia dived after and grabbed 
her by a handful of dress. The dress ripped and the girl made it just out 
the door before Olivia got a good grip on her arm. Olivia threw the girl 
back through the door, shoved the boy after her and slammed it shut.

   She stood there panting while the girl quailed and the boy looked 
confused.

   Lilith walked forward, her naked body sweat covered and beaten red. As 
she did, she spun up an interrogation thought form. "Let's discuss the 
Cancer."

                                    ~#~                                    

   As it turned out, neither child knew anything directly, but evidence of 
the Cancer's subtle manipulations existed in their minds and recently too. 
Sometime during their night of trick-or-treating, they had come close to 
the Cancer. Lilith now knew for sure she was on the right track.

   The dog-boy and the princess-girl lay prone on the ground at Lilith's 
feet, still dazed from their interrogation. Lilith looked down at their 
costumes and a thought occurred to her.

   "Are there many children like these wearing costumes?" she asked.

   "Yes, Mistress," said Jeremy, nodding his head.

   "Many," said Olivia. "Most of the town children will be out on the 
streets tonight."

   "Perfect," said Lilith and raised her hands into the air. "I have a plan
which will make the best possible use of this unexpected resource."

   She called up a deceptively simple thought form, let the hyper-shape 
bloom in her mind and watched the world change.

   To Olivia and Jeremy, the change was unexplainable. They saw the whole 
house darken, as if under a shadow, and saw the two trick-or-treaters 
shimmer as a heat haze ran over them. They looked upon their Mistress with 
love and awe.

   To the trick-or-treaters, it was more intimate. They felt a tingling 
wash, which ran over their bodies.

   The boy felt his fuzzy fake ears prick up, felt his tail wag and watched
as the world lost color, becoming gray. His thoughts grew dull, becoming 
simpler, more primal. He growled as his hackles rose. He was in a strange 
place with strange people. That was bad.

   The girl's changes were different. The plastic of her tiara shimmered as
it took on the character of gold. The gems made a similar transformation as
the plastic glamored into precious stones. Her dress grew even more 
impressive than it already was, full of lace, petticoats and ruffles. She 
shifted, unable to lie comfortably. Somewhere under all her cushioning 
clothes, a loose Skittle dug into her back.

   To Lilith, this was almost more an exercise in restraint than power. It 
was a major working, powerful in the way of few things. If she didn't keep 
it perfectly focused on her targets, the Cancer would surely detect her. 
The hyper-shape danced in her mind, the universe warped and the World of 
Forms was brought into the world.

   The power of the Higher World rolled into the trick-or-treaters and they
shifted towards the Platonic Ideals of their costumes. The boy became more 
dog-like, body and mind. More accurately, he became The Dog, the standard 
by which the very concept of Dog is understood. He was still recognizably 
human but his fake ears were no longer quite so fake and his fake fur 
ruffled as if alive. The girl likewise was becoming a true princess. Her 
features sharpened to aristocratic perfection and when her eyes opened, 
they flashed piercing blue, full of promised imperium.

   Both children began to move. The Princess came gracefully to her feet 
while the Dog-boy clambered to all fours. He growled as he circled the 
Princess. He stuck his nose up her pleated skirts and she knocked him away.

   "Filthy mutt," she snapped in an upper class English accent. Then she 
turned her attention to Lilith. "What is the meaning of this! I demand 
proper respect! Why are you not wearing clothes, girl? Where are my 
attendants?"

   Lilith ignored the girl and smiled. In fact, she resisted the urge to 
jump into the air with joy. This new body and its strange, youthful energy 
took some getting used to. The first stage of her plan had been a complete 
success. These children and others like them would be her army, an army of 
monsters empowered by the Higher World of Platonic Ideals to fight the 
Cancer. Of course, she'd need a way to control the children. Luckily, there
was a useful back door. Since she sustained the thought form, she could 
insert herself into the Platonic meta-narrative. All she required was a 
proper focus.

   "I need something large and metallic," she snapped. "Gold is best but 
any thing will do."

   Olivia and Jeremy glanced at each other and then dashed into the 
kitchen. They returned a few seconds later with a roll of tinfoil. Lilith 
cast an appraising eye over the silver sheet. It would do.

   In a few quick motion she fashioned a mask from the tinfoil and placed 
it on her face. At once the power of the Realm of Forms rolled into her. It
empowered and defined her. It changed her. It improved her.

   The mask turned gold and strange half seen faces flickered across its 
surface - the Imagines Maiorum. Her skin turned to gunmetal. Power and 
command flowed through her veins as she forced the Platonic meta-narrative 
to recognize her as lord of all monsters and commander of the army she 
would soon make.

   In moments, simple Lilith was gone. In her place stood a miniature 
Pharaoh of Red and Black, wielding a potent echo of that being's fearsome 
power. But where as the Pharaoh of Red and Black ruled a court of monsters 
at the end of time, she would rule her court in the hear-and-now.

   Pharaoh Lilith turned her fell gaze on the Dog-boy. "Fuck," she spoke in
a voice to render continents asunder. He didn't even hesitate.

   Dog-boy launched himself at the Princess, the command to fuck echoing 
through his animal brain. Despite being smaller, he bowled her down and at 
once began tearing at her dress with his fangs.

   "Stop!" she cried as she tried to struggle upright, "I command you to 
stop. Beast! Beast!" But it was no good. Any time she tried to rise, Dog-
boy would nip at her hand or leg. His teeth were fearsome sharp.

   After only a few seconds, Dog-boy had the Princess's dress thrown up 
over her back and her silk panties torn apart. Tattered scraps of silk 
covered the floor and a few strips even hung from his mouth. Her teenage 
ass was completely bare. It was still boney and pale white. His penis stuck
out from his flux-fur trousers, long and curved and red. The two would go 
so well together.

   Pharaoh Lilith felt a small shudder at the sight and her metallic cunt 
juiced, but the treat wasn't for her. It was the final test of her control.

   She made a tiny motion with her hand and Dog-boy leaped on the Princess 
doggy-style. His penis smashed into her chaste cunt, and she screamed as he
cruelly took her virginity. Dog-boy battered in and out, shaking his and 
her body. His tongue lolled out as he panted for air.

   The Princess didn't scream for long.

   Within seconds her cries of discomfort became sluttish moans. She fucked
back with her hips, driving her cunt into his doggy cock. It seemed 
princesses were whores in the bedroom, no matter how refined they were 
elsewhere. Cunt juices ran down her legs, staining her dress. Her eyes 
where shut and her perfect white teeth bit into her pouting lower lip.

   "God, yes," she hissed. Her velvet tight cunt hummed as if it was a 
Stradivarius violin played by a master musician. "Harder, harder. Fuck me, 
I command it! I command it!"

   Whether he understood or not, Dog-boy did as bid. He slammed his dog-
cock into the Princess's thirteen year old ass. Slam, slam, slam, he went. 
Her whole body shook at the force. After only moments of the tempestuous 
assault, she lost her balance and went down, her head and still developing 
tits smeared against the floor. Her ass stayed in the air and Dog-boy 
continued to fuck his canine brains out.

   That was too much for Pharaoh Lilith to bare. She scooted forward and 
dropped to her ass in front of the Princess. Her spread open legs pulled 
open her immature cunt, displaying metalic pink flesh and still oozing cum.
Her tiny clit buzzed with the need for a hard orgasm.

   "Lick," she commanded and grabbed the Princess's head by her flowing 
tresses.

   The Princess let out a throaty moan as Pharaoh Lilith forced her face 
into place. Metallic shining thighs trapped her head and the dripping wet 
cunt smeared juices against her nose. She didn't want to lick, just as she 
didn't want to fuck a dog or perform any of the other horrifyingly bestial 
and perverted things forced upon her, but she had no choice. She stuck out 
her tongue and gave the offered cunt a full lick. A minigasm ran through 
her body at the taste.

   "Good slut," said Pharaoh Lilith as she gloried in the tongue lashing. 
The other girl's tongue sent sparking bolts of joy into her body. She 
hadn't missed human tongues as much as human cocks, but damn if it didn't 
feel good all the same. She let out a long moan. "Bet you used to eat out 
all your friends. Their little lezzy pass around."

   "No," groaned the Princess, right into Pharaoh Lilith's pussy.

   "Mmm," moaned Pharaoh Lilith in reply and ground her cunt into the 
offered face. "You didn't think you'd marry your prince, did you? A whore 
like you? A dog fucking, cunt eating slut? No, he'd throw you right into 
the gutter a get someone better. Someone who can wear white."

   She smiled as a devilish thought came to her and clapped her hands in 
joy.

   "In fact, let's make this complete. Dog-boy, fuck her ass."

   Inside her mental cage, Avery started weeping anew.

   "Woof!" cried Dog-boy and slipped his glistening red cock out of the 
Princess's cunt and jabbed it up her ass.

   The Princess screamed like a stuck pig.

   It was a hard savage insertion. A more careful lover might have stopped 
to let her adjust, but Dog-boy just kept on fucking. He drove balls deep 
into her ass, jerked out and then started right again.

   At the climax of each battering thrust, the Princess let loose a grunt 
of pain. However, just like before, pain gave way to pleasure and the 
Princess was soon moaning like a happy whore. The ideal of the Platonic 
Princess included a like of buggery apparently.

   Pharaoh Lilith played with the Princess's silky hair as she took her 
savage anal fucking. Dog-boy jack hammered in and out of her tiny hole. His
body was draped over her back, doggy style, and his mouth hung open in a 
happy gape. Pharaoh Lilith dragged the Princess's head up and looked into 
her eyes. They were red with tears but the flush on her cheeks and her 
quickening breath told a tale of an on-coming rape-cum.

   "Come forth Jeremy," barked Lilith and he scampered over. She pushed the
Princess back to licking and sucked the cock into her mouth. It tasted tart
with Avery's fuck juices and that made it an even better treat. A cock in 
her mouth and a tongue up her cunt, Pharaoh Lilith was just about in 
Heaven.

   Of course, not even the Realm of Forms could create Heaven on Earth for 
very long.

   Pharaoh Lilith came first, a long, hard toe curler. She ground her 
twitching cunt onto the Princess's face and smeared cunt juices from chin 
to forehead. Her tiny nips popped like nobody's business and she squeezed 
them tight. The sharp pain drove the cum to even greater heights.

   Once she stopped jerking, she shoved the Princess from between her legs,
spat out Jeremy's cock and took it in both hands. She started pumping it, 
her tiny, soft fingers working his pleasure. It wouldn't be long. She could
already feel him tense.

   "Here he cums," said Pharaoh Lilith as she lined the cock up with her 
target.

   "No!" moaned the Princess. The terrifying eye of the cock loomed large 
before her.

   It was too late.

   Jeremy exploded. Sizzling globules of cum plastered down upon the 
Princess. At the same moment, she came. Her body shook and shook, battered 
by utterly unprincesslike pleasure. Not that the cock cared. Or the 
Princess for that matter.

   Within moments she was a real painted whore. Cum sealed one eye shut and
droplets hung from the long, smoky eyelashes of the other. Large drops 
rolled down her nose and gave her lips that real whore-sheen that only 
fresh cum can provide. The look of cum dazed and glazed lèse-majesté was 
priceless.

   And of course Dog-boy was still to go.

   A bumfuck from a thirteen year old is almost enough to get anyone off 
quick, man or beast, but Dog-boy required one more thing.

   "Cum," said Pharaoh Lilith.

   He orgasmed a moment later. He slammed balls deep into her ass one final
time and let loose a doggy-howl. Hot cum filled the Princess's ass past the
brim. The overflow dribbled down her thighs and splashed on the floor.

   Hot sweaty silence settled on the house, the only noise rapid panting.

   "That was fun," said Pharaoh Lilith as she levered herself upright. Her 
legs shook just a little.

   Dog-boy woofed and wagged his tail. The Princess started sobbing 
quietly, in pain, pleasure and humiliation. She reached back and touched 
her abused cunt. The lips where red and puffy and her poor, assaulted 
asshole felt even worse. Her fingers came a way with a mixture of foaming 
cunt slime and just a hint of blood.

   Pharaoh Lilith rolled her eyes and took the Princess by the scruff of 
the neck.

   "A good whore cleans up after herself," she said and rubbed the 
Princess's face in the nearest pool of steaming fuck juice. Dog-boy was 
back on all fours and sniffing around her ass. Pharaoh Lilith didn't really
care. What they got up to was their business.

   While the gently sobbing Princess licked up the diverse sexual liquids 
smeared on the floor, Pharaoh Lilith returned to her plan. First thing, she
let her connection to the Platonic Realm fade a fraction. Her skin lost 
some of its metallic gunmetal sheen and the faces which flashed across the 
Imagines Maiorum mask settled into something of a combination of her own 
and that of the host body she wore.

   "Well," said Lilith, sounding more human. No more was her voice fit to 
rend continents. "I think I shall call that a successful test. Now is the 
time for the full thing."

                                    ~#~                                    

   With all the majesty of a lord of creation, Lilith and her small court 
of monsters left the house. They all wore costumes and so more or less fit 
in. Lilith, of course, was a naked gunmetal pharaoh of great power. The 
Princess was, well, a princess and Dog-boy was the Platonic dog. Dog-boy 
bounded along, all boundless happy energy, and the Princess did her best 
impression of an effortless glide. A pained look on her aristocratic face 
put lie to the effortless part. A little discomfort in the ass, mishaps?

   Lilith left the Princess to her pain and looked up at a sky painted with
wondrous stars. They were nearly countless, without number and limit, but 
she knew time cared not for such things. Time would wear them down, one by 
one, red giant by brown dwarf. At the end there would only be one star, a 
charnel star, a dying star, and in its orbit the Pharaoh of Red and Black 
would rule a court of monsters. Even that great court might falter if she 
failed in her mission.

   The town was dark but full. Packs of costumed children traveled from 
door to door, shepherded by board looking adults. Lilith built her army 
slowly and carefully. She wielded the Platonic realm like a scalpel. Even 
now she moved in earnest, she must be careful. Every second the Cancer 
delayed their counter-attack was a second for her to grow stronger.

   From scattered groups and wayward souls, she gathered her army. They 
soldiers and astronauts. They were superheros, supervillains, and beings of
power. They were monsters from myth - vampires, werewolves, mummies, 
aardvarks and stranger things. They were things she didn't recognize but 
that didn't matter.

   The Higher World of Platonic Ideals granted them skills and powers 
beyond their mortal child bodies. Her place in the Platonic meta-narrative 
made her their queen.

   As her forces grew, she took on larger groups. Her minions blocked all 
paths to escape and she called the Platonic Realm down upon them. They 
changed. Their costumes shifted from homemade scraps to things of artistry 
and reality. Vitality filled them. Dark power hung in the night.

   She led her assembled court to the center of town. It was a garden park,
filled with green plants, barren brown flowerbeds and gray statues. Lilith 
clambered up onto the center-most statue's plinth and assessed her court. 
Two hundred miniature monsters looked up at her. More were princesses than 
she really needed but for some reason most were able to create and control 
ice, which was something. The few adults nearby wandered dumb and aimless, 
their minds fuzzed to incomprehension. The vampires had proved particularly
able at the task.

   "There is a Cancer in this town," she said and an echo of the Pharaoh of
Red and Black's world-breaking tone ran through her words. "Its power has 
touched you, all of you, but you are more now. I have made you more. Find 
me the Cancer. Find where it is and come to me."

   A werewolf of perhaps twelve with great hairy muttonchops threw his head
back and howled at the moon. Dog-boy joined in and then others, dozens of 
voices lending their own battle cries. Others stamped their feet with 
enough force to rumble the ground. Still more clapped and cheered.

   "Go!" she cried and threw up her arms. Her gunmetal body glowed in the 
light of stars and moon.

   The court split into dozens of dashing groups, headed in every 
direction. Vampires disappeared in puffs of smoke, superheroes flew into 
the sky or leaped to rooftops, a group of blonde princesses worked together
to raise a giant snow monster which carried them off, a little green man 
(well boy) tried to call up a ride on his space phone and a group of sleek 
sexy cats slinked away into the shadows.

   Of course, not everyone was quite that eager or able. The Princess and 
Dog-boy stayed by her side as her lieutenants, of course, and the dozen or 
so zombies were almost painfully slow as they shuffled away, muttering 
about brains. Still, they were edge-cases. There were only two real 
exceptions.

   The first was a princess, though of a very different character than the 
Princess. She was slightly shorter, had a rounder face and her long blonde 
hair was bound in a single ornate braid. She wore a dress of ice colors, 
aqua-blues, frost whites and sketched silver. She could have been fifteen, 
though perhaps that was an over estimation.

   She also moaned like a whore in heat as the vampire girl bit into her 
neck.

   A miniature vampire girl of perhaps eight years old hovered in the air, 
the better to position her fangs. She was short even for her age and 
stocky, a bit dykey even. She had short black hair that fell evenly around 
her head but under that hair, her eyes burned red.

   Lilith turned her gaze upon the girl. "What are you doing?" she asked.

   "Feeding mistress," she crooned. She looked up. Blood dripped from tiny 
milk-fangs and splattered against the pale neck of the princess. There it 
froze and spiraling crimson hoarfrost patterns spilled out from the impact 
points. She raised her hands around the princess and groped her breasts, 
pale fingers sinking into the voluminous swells. The princess moaned anew. 
"I must be strong to be of use to you."

   Something didn't feel right. It tugged at Lilith and she narrowed her 
eyes behind her golden mask.

   "What is your name," she asked.

   The vampire girl looked up and sneered. "Dracula, King of Monsters!" She
sprung for Lilith.

   A challenge to the Platonic meta-narrative! Lilith threw up her arms in 
defense and at the same time deepened her connection to the World of Forms,
but Dracula turned to smoke half way through her leap.

   Pharaoh Lilith whirled, trying to find her, but was too late. Dracula 
coalesced behind Pharaoh Lilith and bit down with her tiny fangs. They 
raised a line of sparks on Pharaoh Lilith's gunmetal skin. And then it was 
Pharaoh Lilith's time to move. She span and knocked Dracula flying with 
more than human strength.

   Dracula slammed into the shadowed grass, bounced, rolled and tried to 
rise but Pharaoh Lilith was ready. She called up a thought form that 
shattered space like breaking glass, extended her will and locked Dracula 
down.

   "You shouldn't have challenged me," said Pharaoh Lilith as she stalked 
forward. The Imagines Maiorum which flashed across her mask were dark, 
terrible things. She held the paralyzing hyper-shape strong in her mind. 
The most Dracula could do was twitch. Her eyes smoldered like embers. "Now 
I have to establish my dominance."

   She stood over Dracula, a naked gunmetal goddess. Through her connection
to the Platonic hyper-shape still spinning away in the back of her mind, 
she could tell the costume from the Ideal. The slinky dress, the billowing 
cape, all glamor. She ripped them to gossamer threads with a wave, leaving 
Dracula naked.

   Dracula's body was round with puppy fat in the way of some girls, though
the alabaster skin was not so normal. Her lips and nips were the only two 
points of color and they were sanguine red. Her tiny fangs pointed out from
her mouth. Pharaoh Lilith flicked her wrist and Dracula's thighs twitched 
apart. They showed a fat little baby cunt and a third area of color on her 
body. The meaty lips were blood red.

   Using her big toe, she split the lips and pushed inside. Dracula's body 
vibrated with concentrated but impotent rage. Despite that, she started to 
juice up.

   "Dog-boy, Princess," snapped Pharaoh Lilith, and they appeared behind 
her like magic. Dog-boy panted happily and the Princess tried to look 
stoic. The effect was slightly spoiled by the teeth biting into her lip. 
"Hold her legs open and up"

   They both took an ankle and forced them wide. Dracula's bubble-but hung 
just above the grass.

   Pharaoh Lilith dropped to her knees between Dracula's legs and began 
fingering the little bitch out. She started slowly with two fingers, just 
some basic in and out. Next she added a little curve, rubbing the upper 
wall. From there she progressed to three fingers, then four.

   Dracula's pussy strained at the intrusion, stuffed almost to breaking 
point. Despite her paralysis, she managed a strained, humming sound. Her 
muscles were as tense as a violin string, but that desperate need to act 
was kept locked away.

   "You brought this on yourself," said Pharaoh Lilith. "You challenged me.
Now I need to beat you down. If I just killed you or removed your powers, 
another would arise to fill the hole you created. You need to submit."

   She tucked her thumb in with her other fingers and pressed forward. 
Dracula's rubbery pussy stretched and resisted. Her moan went hyper 
pitched, like some kind of demented bee. And then Pharaoh Lilith was threw.
Her little-girl fist popped into Dracula's eight year old pussy and she 
began to fist fuck in earnest. Back and forth, she went, moving with enough
force to rock Dracula's body. The intrusion created an outline on her 
abdomen.

   The fire left Dracula's eyes, the tension left her body and her moan 
ended. A broken doll lay on the grass.

   "Princess," said Pharaoh Lilith. "Ride her face."

   The Princess blushed red but did as bid. Dainty as a lady at a flower 
market, she stepped around Dracula's body to her face. There she arranged 
her petticoats and squatted down. Dracula's head disappeared under an ocean
of pleated silken skirts. Though her dress hid the point of contact, the 
Princess's blush, hip movements and the squelching sound showed the 
Platonic Princess was once more letting her perverted side out to play.

   Pharaoh Lilith let the paralyzing thought form slow and weaken a 
fraction. The Princess let out a gasp a moment later.

   "She's licking me!" she cried and then at once covered her own lips at 
such uncouth words. Not that she stopped rolling her hips, of course, and 
the pace of her breath began to quicken.

   Dracula's cunt squelched around Pharaoh Lilith's balled fist and her 
tiny clit was rock hard.

   "Lick," said Pharaoh Lilith and pointed Dog-boy towards the nub.

   He gave a happy woof and set to licking. His long, wide tongue smeared 
half of Dracula's stomach along with her clit, not that she cared. Her 
pussy gushed like a faucet.

   Pharaoh Lilith let the last of the paralyzing thought form fall away and
Dracula's arms shot up. "More," she hissed. She clutched the Princess' legs
and pulled her down.

   The Princess let out a startled yelp. "Bitch just bit my-" She never got
to finish her sentence. Her voice ended in a scream as the most powerful 
orgasm she'd ever felt rolled through her. Her eyes rolled back in her 
head, hard blood pounded in her ears and cunt, and she just about rubbed 
herself raw grinding against Dracula's face. A tiny trail of blood appeared
from under the Princess's dress and wound its way down Dracula's alabaster 
torso.

   Pharaoh Lilith ignored the interplay and continued her fist fucking. Now
the paralysis was gone, Dracula's cunt muscles were crushing back against 
her gunmetal hand. From the power buzzing through her flesh, her climax 
wasn't long off.

   The Princess gushed blood and cunt juice, Dog-boy licked and Pharaoh 
Lilith slammed her tiny fist as deep as she could. Dracula exploded. 
Literally. Smoke boomed in all directions and then sucked back together 
just as quickly. A naked, cumming Dracula materialized on the grass, body 
locked in contorted pleasure as she tried to screw her own baby nips off. 
Deep red blood smeared her unnaturally white face.

   Dog-boy bounded up and down, clearly enjoying the scene. The Princess 
looked a bit white, though whether in horror or from her own blood loss 
wasn't clear.

   Pharaoh Lilith let her connection to the World of Forms fade until her 
flesh was merely gunmetal colored rather than metal in truth. Lilith looked
down at Dracula with a self satisfied smile.

   "Kneel to me," she said.

   Dracula stumbled to her knees and managed to fall forward into a bow. 
Her upturned ass twitched as her orgasm continued.

   "I am the Pharaoh of Red and Black," said Lilith. "I am the ruler of 
this court of monsters. I am Lilith, last and greatest human. I will 
complete my mission. None shall stand in my way."

                                    ~#~                                    

   Lilith had assigned her court of monsters a single mission: find the 
Cancer. A runner came shortly after she finished dealing with Dracula.

   She was a thirteen year old girl, dressed in a sleek sexy cat costume 
that had a slit from throat to bellybutton. The gap showed some fairly 
large breasts for a girl her age. She preened as she stood before Lilith.

   "Mistress," she said and yowled, black fuzzy ears twitching. "We'z has 
found something. I can has cheezburger now?" She held out her fuzzy 
mittened hands, palms together and up as if begging.

   Lilith ignored the frankly insane question (this was the stupid end of 
time after all) and instead said, "Take me to what you have found."

   The cat girl led Lilith, Dog-boy, the Princess and Dracula through the 
city. With so many of the children under her control, it was quiet. Perhaps
too quiet. Would the Cancer have noticed?

   Their destination was near the edge of town, where high craggy buildings
gave way to fields and wild woodland. An old rusty iron gate blocked a dirt
path between a school and a boarded up factory.

   Perhaps two dozen of her monsters milled about.

   "Here'z, Mistress," said the cat girl and cocked her head. Her long 
black hair fell over one luminous cat's eye. "Can'z youz feelz it?"

   Lilith could feel it. The shadow was thick here, potent. She couldn't 
see anything, though. The Cancer hid itself well.

   "Be ready," she said and sent out a silent call to the rest of her 
court. They trickled in alone, in pairs and in small groups. Bats dropped 
from the sky and turned into underage vampires, wizards appeared in flashes
of light and the princesses arrived, still riding their giant snow monster.
They looked at her with eager faces.

   When most of her court was assembled, she called up a twisting, turning 
thought form. Space collapsed around her, condensing, merging, complex 
dimensions mapping onto the mundane three. When she opened her eyes, she 
and everyone around her could perceive what was once hidden. The 
multidimensional polylight was bare for all to see.

   An immense black tower twisted into the sky. More than the sky. Into 
infinity. It was conceptually tall. Strange growths shot from its walls, 
halls, towers, walkways, walls, entire cities. It was impossible and its 
shadow chilled the soul.

   The gate was different too. Gone was the rusting iron. In its place was 
a baroque thing of twisted eye-bending shapes, made from a dozen different 
metals some of which even Lilith couldn't identify. It looked a formidable 
obstacle but the gate was sealed with more than metal. Three quantum locks 
held it closed, impossible things, written into the very foam of space-
time.

   In front of it stood two giant stone lions, so lifelike they could have 
been living things frozen to stone.

   The time for subtlety was over.

   Lilith tied off the Platonic and polylight thought forms so they would 
self-sustain for the time being without further input from her. She'd need 
all her will for what was to come. Around her the court of monsters 
gathered close.

   The thought form she called up was a terror even to comprehend. It was 
one of the great war forms, power and control incarnate. The hyper shape 
pressed against her skull, too many angles, too many fractal faces. It was 
complex beyond complex, fractal and recursive. It could have served as a 
geometric proof for the theory of everything. When it bloomed, the universe
changed in a way not seen since the first Planck moment of creation, 
predating even the great powers and monsters of those early epochs. All 
four of the four fundamental forces were unified in her will and all four 
were hers to command.

   She struck against the many-metal gate and strove to unbind its quantum 
reality. The gate screamed as it resisted her. Such was her focus, she 
didn't even see the stone lions rise from their crouches. Their stone coats
cracked around their joints, showing dense hyper-technological circuitry 
running with light. They let loose great rocky roars and advanced. The 
court of monsters charged to meet them.

   A wave of superheroes shot through the air and struck the lions head on,
but even their strength was not enough. Great stone paws swatted them out 
the air and they smashed through the abandoned factories walls.

   Lilith wrenched open the first quantum lock.

   The princesses moved forward. Ice rose in a wave before them and froze a
lion solid. The vampires struck while it was immobilized. Their fists 
smashed cracks in the lion's stoney coat but little more.

   The second lion sprung at the princesses. They screamed and scattered. 
Then one of the superheroes was back. He flew through the wall of the 
abandoned factory. Red laser light shot from his eyes. The blast tore into 
the lion and he was only a moment behind. Their impact shook the ground and
they rolled, punching, biting, kicking. Others of the court piled in. Every
fist was a weapon, every tooth, nail, fang and spiked claw.

   Teeth clenched, Lilith forced open the second lock.

   The lion locked in ice broke free with a great roar. Half its coat of 
stone fell away, revealing a cybernetic body. Lightning sparked from 
exposed circuitry and humming power filled the air.

   A wizard caused great metal spikes to shoot from the earth and flaming 
comets to streak down from the sky. They struck in titanic fury but the 
lion weathered it without problem.

   It tore into the assembled court. Its great teeth and claws ripped apart
costumes to leave only normal naked children and broke bodies, and sent 
others fleeing in terror. It carved a path towards Lilith, who was too 
consumed with her task to offer a defense. If she let up even for a moment,
the locks would reestablish.

   The Princess stood in front of Lilith, her body without special powers 
but willing to serve as a shield all the same. Others joined her, sexy 
cats, a zombie and a small green alien, holding a zap-gun. He fired and 
colorful blasts of energy battered into the lion as it forced its way 
forward.

   The lion knocked them aside and rose above Lilith, ready to strike.

   A cheer fulled with blood lust rose. The superhero held up the broken 
head of a lion, full of sparking technology, and threw it with all his 
force. It slashed into the intact lion and knocked it aside. And then the 
remaining court was on it. They tore into its electrical guts and rent it 
asunder.

   Lilith forced open the third and final quantum lock and the gate melted 
under the fury of her gaze.

   They were in.

   Lilith and her much reduced court of monsters tore through the still 
smoldering gate. More defenses spat at them. Her court dwindled by the 
moment. Dog-boy froze, locked in a looped millisecond of time, and Lilith 
barely managed to deflect the same fate. An invisible monsters swooped down
from its perch on the black tower and suddenly a dozen ice-wielding 
princesses were simply gone. Their giant snow monster shuddered and 
collapsed. A huge ballista bolt glowing with occult sigils shot from the 
tower and only a frantic push from a cat girl saved Lilith from being 
impaled. More attacks. Explosions, temporal rifts, chemical weapons, fields
of killing light and emissions of psionic bliss. Lilith and her court 
dodged, blocked and redirected but it was never quite enough.

   Only Lilith, Dracula and a superhero reached the door in the tower's 
side, and even they were not unscathed. Dracula's hair was burnt half off 
and the superhero had a bleeding cut down his chest, where the large 'S' 
had once been.

   The door was made of old black wood, warn and warped with age, but it 
was only slightly less guarded than the many-metal gate. Lilith gathered 
her power and destroyed it utterly. A tsunami of hard radiation ruptured 
from the ruined thing but Lilith bent space to her will and directed it 
back towards the tower. A huge swath of its face glowed red.

   Then they were in the tower itself. The corridors were alien arteries, 
made of almost living stone. They tried to crush her but she held them back
by force of will. The stone screamed as it strained against her. It tried 
to keep her back, tried to keep her from the heart. If she reached the 
heart, she could use the weapon given to her by the Pharaoh of Red and 
Black and deal the Cancer a terrible blow.

   Panicked voices sounded from distant corridors, running, screaming, but 
always away. That was good. If the Cancer wished to keep its servants out 
of her way, Lilith wouldn't object.

   An armored knight shimmered into existence. He swung a sword which cut 
with more than just matter. It slice through the superhero and he dropped 
to the ground, body uncut but twitching as if having a seizure. Then 
Dracula was on him. She turned to smoke and clawed her way in through the 
holes in his armor and tore him apart from the inside. He exploded in a 
cloud of light.

   And then Dracula was gone too, snapped away as a great wall of rock fell
from the sky and sealed mistress from servant.

   Lilith was alone but not yet beaten. She gathered all her power and 
fought on. Stone fell apart and vomited high energy electrons as she voided
the strong nuclear force that held their atoms together. Invisible demons 
assaulted in untold numbers and she tore them asunder with quantum 
gravimetric waves. She left a trail of radioactive slag in her wake, the 
product of the weak force run wild. She blocked the worst of the radiation 
with her mastery of electromagnetism and let her gunmetal skin soak up the 
rest.

   As she fought, Lilith marveled at just how responsive the universe was 
this far towards the stupid end of time. In the Court of Monsters, the 
cosmos was old and cold. Energy was a scares thing. Only one star remained 
in the sky and conspiracies relied on the feeble warmth of proton decay for
their meetings. Here, though... Here you could truly live.

   As she battled deeper, that opinion changed. The shadow of the black 
tower grew stronger, heavier. It stole the universe from her, denying her 
command. She fought it with every fiber of her will. Still the Cancer's 
minions came at her and still she managed to destroy them. As she 
approached the heart, the sphere of her control dwindled almost to nothing 
and innumerable foes pressed in.

   The final barrier appeared before her, a shimmering black sphere. The 
heart was just beyond; get through and she could destroy the Cancer.

   She slammed her will against it, again and again. She slammed her fists 
against it too and kicked with all her strength. Nothing short of her war 
thought form could have cracked the sphere; the barest sliver of that power
remained. She wielded it against the sphere and it cracked, the smallest of
fractures. She shoved her mind into the gap and ripped it apart. It broke 
with the snapping of super strings and she stumbled into the Cancer's 
heart.

   The pressure eased, as if in the eye of a storm. The shock of that 
release meant Lilith didn't notice her attacker until too late.

   He knocked her golden mask spinning from her face with a back hand slap.
Lilith went with it and skidded along the floor. Gunmetal leached from her 
skin and the echo of the Pharaoh of Red and Black's power left her. Ten red
lines appeared on her chest, no longer hidden. They stung.

   That didn't matter. Nothing mattered. She was too close. She let the war
form dissolve and called up the Pharaoh of Red and Black's weapon, shown to
her at the End of Time in the Citadel Terminus. It started to form, taking 
shape. The chemicals of battle made it seem almost slow. Fractals built 
upon fractals. Hyper spheres slotted into hyper cubes and ovoids. Axises 
aligned and twisted and joined in strange ways.

   It was only then that Lilith noticed the ring of teenaged girls that 
stood in a circle around the heart, penning her in. Even focused as she 
was, she could taste the Cancer's taint from them.

   By the time she saw the crude hyper-shapes forming in their minds, it 
was too late. By the time she realized the significance, there was no 
chance at all.

   The power of the Realm of Forms poured into the room. It heterodyned 
with the Platonic hyper-shape Lilith had left active and tied off.

   In less time than it took to form a thought, everything in the room was 
transformed into the truest representation of what they wore - costumes, 
uniforms and, if none of that existed, even bodies.

                                    ~#~                                    

   "What's your name," he said. A kindly smile sat on his age gnarled face.

   Avery quailed, lips dry. "Avery," she whispered.

   The man smiled wider.

   "Hello Avery," he said. "I'm glad to meet you. I'm sure there is much we
can learn from each other. Why don't you come with me, and we'll see about 
getting you cleaned up."

   Avery nodded. She was naked and sore. He took her hand and led her away 
into the depths of the dark tower.