Depraved Mom - Part 1 

By WintermuteX 
wintermutex.stories@gmail.com 
https://www.wintermutexstories.com/ 

Tags: M+g, rape, reluc, pedo, magic, demons, preg 

Content: Rape (graphic), Pedophilia, Mother/Daughter, Demons, Hell, 
Impregnation 

                                  ~*~                                  

Megan pushed the front door closed behind her with her butt, then kicked 
off her shoes. Her 12-hour shift at the diner had left her exhausted. 
All she wanted was to put these groceries away, make a quick dinner, 
then get the girls in bed so she could relax. 

Amanda and Ashley were on the couch in the living room, watching a 
horror movie on tv. "Hey Mom," they chorused, without looking away from 
the screen. Megan paused to watch, the plastic grocery bags on her arms 
bumping against the couch. 

A teenage girl was fleeing down a darkened hallway in some kind of 
industrial complex. Her short skirt was rent to pieces in several 
places, and her t-shirt dangled loose, torn to reveal the girl's bra and 
a healthy dose of tantalizing cleavage. She dashed around corners, 
weeping in terror, plunging through the shadows between harsh 
spotlights. The camera followed her closely, framing closeups of her 
exposed bra and the tattered skirt bouncing against her bottom, 
capturing the looks of raw horror as she stole glances over her 
shoulder. 

A beast followed close behind, snarling, cloaked in shadows, its claws 
barely visible at the edges of the darkness. Some kind of demon. Its 
monstrous bulk was revealed in brief flashes - powerful muscles, pointed 
horns, slavering jaws. It pursued the girl with ravenous hunger, closing 
inexorably on her vulnerable form. 

Megan couldn't help but envision just what the demon would do to her 
when he caught her. The demon had probably disposed of the rest of the 
cast already, but a sexy girl like her, no, it wouldn't kill her. It 
would catch her in its claws, screaming, her torn clothing offering no 
protection from their sharp edges. Then the beast would hold her to the 
ground, letting her feel his virile form looming over her, and it 
would... 

Megan shook her head to dispel the image, chastising herself for her 
overactive imagination. It had been too long since her last boyfriend. A 
tiny tingling sensation itched between her legs. 

"Maybe you girls should watch something else," she said. The girls were 
too young for this. Ashely had just turned 12 last week, and Amanda was 
barely any more mature at 14. 

"But Moooooom," they echoed together. 

"It's almost over," Amanda said. 

"Please Mom," Ashley pleaded. "Grandma never lets us watch good stuff 
like this." 

Megan sighed and gave up. She wished she didn't have to ask her own 
mother to watch her daughters sometimes when she worked double shifts at 
the diner. Her Mom was a prude, a true straight-laced puritan. Megan had 
always resented that. Mom had never explained a damn thing about sex to 
her. She had ruthlessly purged any mention of anything "unholy" from 
Megan's life; it was no wonder Megan had rebelled. She still remembered 
when her Mom had become so mad at her when she found her playing a 
computer game with demons in it. Mom believed in demons for real, and 
for some reason they always seemed to terrify her. 

"Ok but after this is over, come to the table and we'll eat dinner." 

"Thanks Mom," they trilled in tandem. Megan left them and walked into 
the kitchen. 

Fish and vegatables again. Megan didn't have the energy for anything 
else. She listened to her daughters shriek in fright every few minutes 
as the movie made them jump. It finished just as the food was done, and 
Megan called the girls and dished up their plates for dinner. 

"Amanda has a boyfriend," Ashley announced as she took her seat. She 
smirked and took a bite. 

Amanda glared at her sister, an outraged look on her face. 

"You shut up squirt," she said. 

"Boooooooyfriend." Ashely tittered at her own wit, enjoying the reaction 
her teasing got from her sister. 

"You're just jealous because you don't have one. No boy would want your 
ugly face." Amanda stabbed her fork into her food and took a bite, 
chewing defiantly. 

"Girls, please. That's enough." Megan knew exactly what her daughter had 
been up to. The whole thing had been caught by her nanny-cam. She had 
given the girls the talk about sex, of course, the immature pair 
giggling through the whole thing. She had vowed she would never keep her 
daughters in the dark about sex like her own Mom had done to her. They 
were both young though, too young. Megan wanted to be a good parent, but 
she felt...conflicted. What her camera had caught was the hottest thing 
she had ever seen, and the thought of her precious little girls, the 
screeching, hyper little pair of hellions she had raised all these years 
putting that energy to good use on a stiff cock, licking it, sucking it, 
spreading their legs and taking the firm flesh inside... 

She shook her head again. She wanted to slap herself. Her imagination 
ran away with her far too often. 

"Don't tease your sister," she said to Ashley. 

Amanda stuck out her tongue at Ashley. 

"Amanda.. We'll talk about this later," she said, and the look on her 
daughter's face was almost worth it. 

After finishing dinner and cleaning up, Megan told the girls to get 
ready for bed. They came to say goodnight to her in the kitchen. 

"Brush your teeth?" She asked Ashley, the little girl hugging her around 
the waist. 

"Yeah Mom." Ashley was a picture of adorableness in her peach-colored 
cotton pajamas. The cute little top hugged her chest tightly, riding up 
her waist and exposing her belly button. At 12, her tiny breasts were 
still flat - puberty hadn't kicked those into gear yet. Megan eyed them, 
knowing they would soon begin to fill out and boys would begin noticing 
her little girl too. She would be a real package, pretty, petite, with 
an impish smile. Maybe Megan should start getting her some sexier 
clothes. The pajama bottoms hugged a pair of sweet globes that were 
filling out nicely. 

Amanda leaned in to give Megan a hug once her sister was done. The 
14-year-old looked stunning in the white chemise Megan had gotten her 
for her birthday. She had noticed her daughter eyeing the negligee racks 
more and more when they were at the store, so Megan had gone and picked 
out an extra small slip of satin, with tantalizing bits of filigreed 
lace around the breasts and thighs that emphasized the girl's developing 
curves. Amanda had loved it. 

Megan kissed Amanda on the top of the head and let her go. "Ok girls, 
get to bed," she said. The pair scampered off, and Megan went to her 
room. Finally, she could rest. The tingle between her legs had been 
slowing growing all evening. She locked the door behind her. 

She pulled off her shirt and looked at herself in the mirror. Amanda 
looked just like Megan had at her age. Perky, sexy, full of youthful 
spunk and energy. Megan couldn't help but compare. Her body hadn't 
changed much. She ran a brush through her light brown hair. She was in 
good shape, with an ample amount of curves and a pair of C tits that 
still had a nice bounce to them. She turned to the side and cupped them, 
inspecting her profile. Men still fell all over themselves for her just 
like when she had been a teenager. She hadn't had a boyfriend in a long 
time though. She loved to suck, loved to fuck, loved to bend over and 
feel the hard shaft squeezing into her pussy and pounding away, but in 
the end it was all so...unfulfilling. Cute guys were a dime a dozen. 
Wind-swept hair, professional shirt, shining rolex watch, muscled 
forearms and a 5-o'clock shadow - bleh. Megan couldn't tell them apart 
sometimes. She knew since she was a little girl that she liked something 
else. 

She slipped off her panties and sat at the computer, then brought up the 
video she had been thinking about all day. Amanda had baby-sat for 
several of the neighborhood kids after school, and Megan had had no idea 
that the nanny-cams she had bought on an impulse would pay off so much. 

Amanda's bedroom flickered onto the screen. She entered, leading the 
little neighbor boy, Tom, by the hand. Amanda was as likely to babysit 
kids at their own house as hers - sometimes their parents just wanted 
some quiet time. Amanda led him over to the bed and she sat down on it. 
Megan could see what had drawn her daughter's eyes with such fascination 
- Tom had an erection, a diminutive little bulge tenting his shorts. 

Amanda hunched forward curiously while Tom stood shyly in front of her. 
Megan couldn't hear them, but she could imagine what was said as Amanda 
pulled her skirt up and encouraged the boy to explore underneath. He 
ducked with boyish enthusiasm, probing the older girl's panties 
cautiously with his fingers, as if he might scare her away. Amanda 
lurched suddenly and gasped, fingers curling in the boy's hair when his 
fingers prodded underneath the fabric and found her special place. 

Megan watched with interest, imagining herself in Megan's place, a 
little girl about to discover sex for the first time. Amanda shivered 
for a minute as Tom explored her glistening lips and apparently found 
her clit. She lurched and her mouth moved silently on camera. Megan 
could almost hear the squeal. Amanda grew impatient after that, and 
grabbed the little boy's shorts and pulled them down. His tiny dick 
sprung out, waving in front of Amanda's face, and she examined it from 
up close with eager curiosity. 

It didn't take long until her daughter had it in her hands, running her 
fingers along the stiff length. It was so tiny, fitting in her hands 
with room to spare, but it fixated her attention all the same. A look of 
feverish enjoyment rippled on Tom's face as the older girl opened her 
mouth and began to taste it, licking the head tentatively, then moving 
in long, slow strokes down the sides. 

Megan moved her fingers to her clit and began a gentle massage, stirring 
the latent itch that had waited so long. Her daughter wasn't a bad 
cocksucker, she thought. She wondered if Amanda had done this before. 
Amanda wrapped her lips around the boy's tool, and the image burned 
itself into her mind - her precious daughter, only 14, with a tiny dick 
between her lips, sucking on it like a tootsie roll. Tom was enjoying 
himself immensely, the little boy humping slightly, pushing his taut 
boyhood into his babysitter's mouth. Amanda's cheeks wiggled as she 
sucked with all her might, bobbing her head, and abruptly she pulled 
back with a surprised look. Semen shot out of the tiny head, spewing 
onto her nose, her cheeks, a stray rope crossing her lips and leaving a 
streak down her neck and shirt. Tom shook as his orgasm washed over him, 
ejaculating fiercely onto the older girl. 

Maybe she was surprised a 10-year-old boy could cum so fast. But even 
through the camera, Megan could see the look of determination on her 
daughter's face. Amanda pulled off her shirt and bra and touched Tom's 
hands to her little breasts, encouraging him. Her skirt followed suit, 
and then the girl pulled Tom up onto the bed, naked but for her panties, 
and began to undress him with hungry curiosity. 

Megan dug her fingers in deeper, slipping inside herself with a moan. 
Her other hand found her breast and squeezed it. It was so hot, watching 
her daughter on screen. They were both so cute - Tom, with his tiny 
little boy dick quickly reviving as he touched her, and Amanda, becoming 
more visibly excited with each passing moment as she peeled off his 
clothing. 

It was almost like watching herself at that age, Megan thought. Amanda's 
breasts were small but firm, and when her panties came off it revealed a 
plump pair of smooth buttcheeks that jiggled pleasingly. Instinct had 
taken over, as the pair maneuvered on the bed. Megan felt like she was 
right there, helping her daughter spread her legs, guiding the miniscule 
little prick to the folds of her tiny cunt. Her fingers worked her own 
cunt in a frantic rhythm, flicking her bud with her thumb on each 
stroke. The sight of that tiny dick made her horny in a way ordinary men 
couldn't. 

Her fingers thrust and squeezed, building the burning sensation to a 
gentle roar of pink pleasure in her crotch. She worked them in and out 
to the rhythm of the pair on screen, imagining her daughter's pleasure 
as a prick entered her for the first time. Tom encountered some brief 
resistance, a momentary look of confusion on his face, and then he 
pushed and was through. Amanda saw her daughter's shriek, though she 
couldn't hear it, the girl arching her back on the bed and wrapping her 
legs around the boy penetrating her. The bed rocked with their motions 
as they found the natural rhythm that their bodies guided them to. Boy 
and girl, making love for the first time, sweet affection on their 
faces, sweating, gasping, reaching for and exploring each other with 
their hands. Her pumping fingers flared, and Megan was pushed over the 
edge. Her thighs jerked and tightened and she squealed involuntarily, a 
blinding pulse of ecstasy rocketing up from her crotch and exploding in 
a torrent of primal pleasure in her brain. She thrust her fingers in as 
deep as they could go, rubbing her clit madly. The chair rocked back and 
forth with Megan's shudders, and the pair on the screen were caught up 
in similar convulsions. Megan watched euphorically as the boy's tiny 
bottom thrust forward and slammed into her daughter to the hilt. The 
kids vibrated together, arms and legs clutching wildly, and Megan 
imagined the heaping helping of little boy sperm shooting up inside 
Amanda. The girl writhed in pleasure, hips straining, urging him on with 
jerks of her legs on his backside. 

Megan floated, dreamy, blissful, coming down smoothly as the storm of 
her orgasm receded. The video was over, the camera pausing after the 
pair had quickly dressed and Amanda had led Tom out of the room. God, 
watching her daughter get fucked was so hot. Megan's parental instict 
burned with a sense of shame at this thought, but it was buried by the 
crushing tide of arousal from what she had watched. She couldn't wait to 
see Amanda get fucked by someone else, maybe another boy from school or 
the neighborhood. Maybe a man. And little Ashley, how long until she 
spread her legs and discovered the joy of a pumping prick in her 
12-year-old pussy? 

She languished in the chair, thinking back over the years, reliving it. 
She had been only 14 herself. Her first time. She hadn't known anything 
about sex, didn't know what men had between their legs, had only the 
most vague notions of where babies came from. And all at once it had 
crashed into her world. 

It had been at a beach party during the summer. Some older kids had 
invited her circle of friends to come out and have some fun. Megan had 
liked one of the boys, an older guy. 18. Too old for her, but she 
couldn't help herself when she looked at him. Cute, with brown eyes and 
dark hair that he kept spiked. She thought maybe she could talk to him. 
Maybe he'd notice her. 

And at the party he had ignored her entirely, talking to other girls his 
own age instead. She had been crushed. Her own friends had paired off 
with others, leaving her alone. There were adults and kids of all ages 
here, but nobody wanted to talk to her. She went back from the beach to 
the beach house after a little while, and went to go to the bathroom. 

She was washing up when the door opened. A fat man stood there, grease 
stains on his white shirt and a filthy baseball cap on his balding head. 
He looked at her for a moment, and she went white with embarrasment and 
shock. She forgot to lock the door. 

A chill went down her spine when he stepped in anyway, pulling the door 
closed behind him and locking it. 

"Hey little girl," he said, his voice dripping with a subtle hunger she 
couldn't identify. "Having fun at the party?" 

"Uh...um..." Megan's mouth bobbed stupidly as he advanced. His fat belly 
pushed her against the sink. 

"Yeah, it's uh, great." She tried to smile but she was too afraid. "I'd 
better go. My friends are waiting." 

He caught her arm as she tried to wiggle past, holding her tight. 

"What's the rush? Your friends are having a good time. That's what 
parties are for, right? Having a good time?" 

His grip was iron on her arm. He pushed her back against the open 
toilet, looming over her. Megan shrank from him, terrified. 

"Please...I..." He stunk. He smelled like he hadn't showered in a year. 
The odor of his hairy feet stuffed into sandals a size too small made 
her gag. 

She pushed blindly, panicking, trying to run. It was like pushing a 
whale. He pressed her over the toilet and spun her around with the 
terrifying grip on her arm. She felt her skirt lifted up and filthy 
fingers running along her thighs. They dipped into her panties, rubbing 
the cleft of her ass, then yanked them down. 

Tears filled her eyes. A meaty hand planted itself on her scalp and 
forced her forward, and she heard a belt buckle coming undone. His 
blubbery stomach held her pinned over the toilet. Megan struggled 
briefly again, but his grip was too powerful. 

Cold porcelain pressed against her cheek. The chill that ran across her 
exposed genitals was blocked when something soft but firm brushed up 
against them. Megan had only an instant to register what was happening 
before a meaty stick spread the lips of her pussy, and then rammed its 
way inside. 

She screamed. Something felt like it was ripped away. The massive organ 
pressed inside her began moving, working painfully in and out. She felt 
like she was being split open. A wave of sweaty fat began slapping 
against her bottom. 

"Good girl." Fetid breath clogged her nostrils as he bent his head over 
her. "Just like that. Do you like that, you little slut?" 

Megan had barely even had her fingers in her own cunt before. Mom would 
never have approved. Only twice, a pair of stolen experiences when she 
had been left alone in the house, able to explore herself without the 
risk of her mother barging in. The orgasms had been like awakening a new 
part of herself. 

The meaty invader was a whole different experience. It slammed in 
rudely, stuffing the 14-year-old girl's tiny cunt with agonizing 
fullness before drawing back and rapidly thrusting in again. Megan 
couldn't see anything, with her head squished against the back of the 
toilet. She cried, her tears flowing down and washing against her cheek. 
The rough rhythm picked up pace, the disgusting man banging into her 
with greater zeal, thoroughly enjoying his rape of the little girl. 

After a few minutes it didn't hurt anymore. The pain was still there but 
it had blended with a sort of fiercely boiling pleasure that she barely 
recognized. Like when she had touched herself, but so much more wild, so 
much more alive. It throbbed inside her, beating like a drum with the 
pounding cadence of the thick girth slamming in again and again. Megan 
felt a primal pleasure swirling in her crotch, rippling spirals through 
the spasming muscles of her cunt. It felt amazing. The fat man drove her 
forward, grunting like a pig, jerking her entire body, and Megan found 
herself pushing back. Her crying turned to heavy panting, an animal 
instinct rising up in her brain to take control. Everything else was 
blotted out but the pistoning pleasure in her crotch. 

This was sex. It felt amazing. Megan wiggled her hips and pushed back 
with zeal. Mom had never told her. The hand crushed against her skull, 
the fist curled in the fabric in the back of her shirt, the unyielding 
porcelain against her body - they mixed with the meaty, pulsing 
penetration into an explosive rumble of pleasure that rose up and swept 
everything else away. 

Megan shrieked. She quivered, she writhed as her first major orgasm 
exploded in her gut. Pushing, cramming, her tiny hole was spread and 
stuffed and worked in slippery jolts that sent tremors through her limbs 
like an earthquake. The man's hands suddenly steadied on her hips, 
holding tight, and she felt a warm, sticky sensation moving inside her. 
She didn't know what it was. The fat man slammed in with one last bounce 
of blubber and held her tight against the toilet, her back arched, 
lightning ecstasy shooting up her spine. 

Heat, sweat, a rotten smell of an unwashed body. Megan's senses churned 
on overdrive and then slowly cooled off. She sagged against the toilet, 
gasping desperately, her climax receding. A slippery sound accompanied 
the sensation of something pulling out. He wasn't holding her anymore. 

The door opened, and then closed. Megan looked back, drained of energy, 
heaving. He had left. She was alone. Gingerly, she reached down and 
touched a finger to her pussy, and brought it to her nose. What was 
this? Gooey, gelatinous, an eggshell-white fluid that glistened in the 
bathroom light. It smelled funny. She tasted it, and made a face. Salty. 
She flicked it off her finger. 

The door opened again and a man stepped in. Older, greying hair, with an 
ugly lined face looking down at his phone. He shut the door and then 
looked up in surprise, noticing her sprawled over the toilet. 

A young teenager, sagging over an open toilet, sniffling with her skirt 
and shirt pulled up as cum dripped from her gaping pussy. She saw the 
brief hesitation as he took the situation in and made a decision. 

He reached back and pushed the lock. It clicked. Megan cowered under his 
fiendish grin as he moved up behind her. The agonizingly long sound of a 
zipper focused her senses, and before she knew it, her body was being 
pressed down again, the old man forcing her against it. A firm tip of 
turgid flesh pressed against her slippery pussy, and Megan felt a wave 
of excitement wash through her. 

The thrusting cock didn't hurt as much, and the potent wave of pleasure 
frothed to a boil in her crotch even more rapidly than before. The man 
held her steady against the toilet, pistoning the helpless little girl, 
ramming his prick into the sloppy, used hole of her pussy with glee. 
Megan came rapidly, her fingers and toes curling, arms and body jerking 
as much as she could under the steady grip. The same sensation of syrupy 
warmth filled her up as the man grunted wildly. 

Megan had never felt more alive. The storm of her orgasm faded slowly, 
and she heard the door open and close again. She rested her head on the 
toilet back, panting wildly. A dripping slime was oozing out of her 
cunt, dribbling down her thigh and dripping into the toilet. 

Another squeak of the door. Another click. Megan looked back. It was the 
boy that had asked her to the party. 

His stunned look lasted only a moment. Megan reached a hand back, 
spreading her pussy lips with her fingers. Her shame mixed intextricably 
with her pleasure. 

"Do it," she said. Her thighs were quivering. Sex. Submission. Megan had 
never dreamed of something feeling so good. The 14-year-old girl wanted 
nothing more than another round with a tumescent cock shoving deep into 
her little girl pussy. 

He obliged her. She felt his fingers on her hips, squeezing, brushing 
her skirt, then running along her back. She arched and thrust her butt 
up even more, whimpering. Fingers curled around her tiny breasts. 

The thick meat positioned itself against her dripping tunnel, and 
pushed. Megan squealed. It felt better every time. This was sex. She 
fucking loved it. Her body felt sore from the abuse, but her cunt 
flickered violently with a tempest of pleasure. The boy rammed in, 
slapping her bottom and driving her against the toilet, then grinding 
her against it. Her head was squished in the nook between the porcelain 
and the bathroom wall. He drew back and slammed her again, then a third 
time. 

Something unfamiliar poked at her rear. She puckered involuntarily, then 
winced as it pushed in slowly. His finger, in her butt. Her body 
clenched and spasmed, driven to the wild, raging edge. 

Megan squealed and let herself go, shaking uncontrollably. Fuck me, her 
out-of-control brain thought, fuck my little girl pussy. The bucking 
motion increased into a wild frenzy as the boy rapidly swelled up inside 
her and then banged in to the hilt. A fountaining, gushing sensation 
spewed up into her belly, heaps of the white stuff flowing in and 
flooding the space. 

Megan lost herself in dizzy oblivion, drifting in a hazy static of 
flickering ecstasy. Her orgasm lasted even longer, rushing through her 
body in a tidal roar. By the time she came down the door was just 
closing again. Someone else had come. 

A greasy trucker. The paunch of his hairy belly slamming against her 
butt drove her wild. He left her sagging limply with a fresh trickle of 
white goop leaking from her cunt. A drunken frat boy followed, with a 
wicked smile on his face. She came with wild howls on the pumping end of 
his prick. More men came. She lost count. Word must have circulated that 
there was a party in the bathroom. Megan's thoughts were blown away by 
each crashing orgasm, leaving only a residual feeling of determination 
in the 14-year-old to fuck every last cock that presented itself. Her 
thighs shook. Her belly heaved. Her pussy vibrated and spasmed itself to 
new heights of a paradise the little girl had never known existed. 

The rest of the night was hazy. Megan could barely remember it. What she 
did remember, she thought, languishing in her chair in front of her 
computer, was how she thought her mother would kill her when she found 
out Megan was pregnant. She didn't, though. She just sat there, calmly, 
and told Megan that she would help with everything. 9 months later 
Amanda was born, a squalling, screeching little bundle of joy that 
changed everything for Megan. 

Megan fingered her cunt idly, drifting through her memories. That night 
was like a whole other world had been opened to her, a side of herself 
awakened that she still could barely admit to. The boyfriends she had 
had after that never satisfied her. They were boring. Nothing had been 
as good as that crushing feeling of being slammed against the toilet, a 
lewd little semen receptacle for an unending train of men coming in. 
Used. Raped. Defiled. Utterly degraded. Her relationships usually fell 
apart when she realized that she couldn't feel that same thing again. 

Megan got up and pulled on some panties, then tumbled into bed. Her 
shift had left her dead tired, and in no time she had dropped off to 
sleep. Her dreams stirred with thoughts of the movie that girls had been 
watching, of a beastial creature chasing her, catching her up and then 
slamming her down, grinding her into mud with its body before ramming 
its turgid prick inside her. Just a little fucktoy, just a slutty piece 
of meat to be raped and used and filled with cum. 

She smiled in her sleep and rolled over. 

                                  ~*~                                  

Fuck. Megan kicked off her shoes as the door shut behind her. Fucking 
John. She should quit. She was going to quit. She wasn't going to work 
anymore long shifts. She'd tell him off to his stupid, handsome face and 
then throw down her apron. Tomorrow. Maybe. She sighed. 

"Hey sweetie pie." She gave Ashley a hug from behind as the girl lounged 
on the couch, playing with her iPad. 

"Hey Mom. Rough day?" 

"A bit. It's ok." She smiled. Ashley was as sweet-hearted as they came, 
aside from an incorrigible urge to tease her older sister. Megan tousled 
her hair then went into the kitchen. 

"Where's Amanda?" she asked. 

"In her room. Doing homework I think," Ashley called back. 

Hmmm. Megan wondered if Amanda had done anything else in her room today. 
She'd check later. She had already resolved to get another camera for 
Ashley's room. If her 12-year-old daughter was going to lose her 
virginity, Megan wanted to watch. 

The thought stirred a shiver in her pussy. She looked out from the 
kitchen, seeing the back of Ashley's head on the couch. She loved her 
girls more than anything, and tried to ignore the dark, tiny part of her 
that whispered how wonderful it would be to see them experience what she 
had. Amanda was the age Megan had been when she was raped. Ashley was 
almost there. She wondered what the girls would say if they knew how 
their conception had come about, if they could understand the acts that 
led to their existence. Megan lost herself in her memories, staring at 
Ashely. 

She had been 16. Two years, and she had never quite recaptured that 
feeling of vile bliss. Megan could barely control her lust when she 
thought about that night. It had become too much for her. 

She walked along a narrow street in the filthiest section of downtown. 
The cab driver had shaken his head when he dropped her off, no doubt 
imagining what would happen to a teenage girl here in the middle of the 
night. That was fine. It was what she wanted. Two years, and she had 
grown desperate. 

Clutching her coat nervously, she turned down an alley behind a seedy 
club. She had heard only rumors. She wanted to see for herself. The 
flourescents flickered ominously overhead in the darkness. She followed 
the wall of ruined brick and plaster until she came to a black door and 
a shuttered window with a neon sign overhead. 

She pressed the buzzer, then waited. The slats rotated, and a beady-eyed 
man stared out at her. 

She stared back defiantly. His eyes travelled up and down her body, 
taking in her trenchcoat. They were red and watery, and had a sunken, 
unhealthy look. 

"You 18?" 

"Yup." 

They stared at each other in silence again. Finally he grinned and 
pressed a button. The door unlocked with a click. 

It was loud inside the club. Music pulsed through the walls 
oppressively. The walls inside were disgusting, paint flaking off, 
tainted with mold and unidentifiable stains. 

Megan followed the man when he beckoned, descending a narrow set of 
stairs lit only by a flickering neon tube. Her hands tightened into 
nervous fists. Maybe this was a bad idea. 

"In here." The man jerked his head at an open door, sneering 
lasciouvisly. "Hundred per hour." 

She nodded and stepped in, and he followed and closed the door behind 
them. The filthy booth was even worse than the hallway. It smelled of 
garbage and bodily fluids. The music was quieter here, but it still 
thumped through the wood and plaster. He pushed past her and gestured 
rudely to a waist-high plastic divider with a semicircle cut out of the 
top. A similar divider hung suspended from above by a cable. Both 
cutouts were lined with fuzzy red velvet. 

He patted the edge of the circle, wearing an unsettling smile. Megan 
took a deep breath and took off her coat. She had worn her sluttiest 
clothes, not that it mattered: an obscenely short schoolgirl skirt, and 
a narrow strip of white cloth around her chest, tied in front. She 
stepped forward, then bent over the divider, placing her waist in the 
semicircle cutout. 

An electric whine came from overhead, and the top divider lowered over 
her waist, fitting the top half of the circle to her body. She was 
trapped, bent over at 90 degrees, pilloried with her butt hanging 
proudly in the air in the back half of the room. The wall was not even 
an inch in front of her nose, and a crusty 2-inch hole hovered directly 
in front of her face. A slanted surface beneath her provided a place to 
rest her hands and support herself. 

She felt a squeeze on her exposed buttcheek, the man unable to resist a 
small sample. She shivered. Then she heard him leave the booth. 

The anticipation quivered in her gut, oscillating between excitement and 
terror. There was no getting out of this thing until he came along to 
free her. She was helpless, her 16-year-old body perfectly positioned to 
be used. The minutes ticked by. She began to struggle. Hopeless. The 
stirring itch that had been building in her pussy all night became 
frantic. She wanted to rub it, needed to, needed something, but the 
upper half of her body was cut off by the divider. She kicked a leg 
impatiently. 

That sound must be the door opening. She froze. Had someone come in? 
Were they looking at her 16-year-old pussy right now, ready to fuck it, 
ready to use it? She wiggled her hips as much as she could, which was 
barely at all. Come on, she thought, do it. 

Fingers on her skirt, lifting it up, digging into her buttcheeks. She 
shuddered with delight. No turning back now. Her body was offered up, 
bound, nothing more than an object to be used. She quivered expectantly. 
The fingers explored her genitals, sliding gently along her lips, then 
pushing inside, feeling the ample juices that were already flowing. 

She squeaked at the sudden intrusion, and almost came early. She was so 
wound up. She needed a cock in her body, needed a thick prick rammed 
into her tight little 16-year-old cunt until she screamed. Use me, fuck 
me. She whispered the words, panting. 

A tip of pulsing velvet pressed against her sopping lips, then slid 
inside. She jerked in her bonds. It was so wonderful, feeling that 
delicious firmness pressing up into her, knowing it was a stranger, that 
they had come to use her little girl's body and then throw her away. It 
slammed forward suddenly, jolting her hips against the divider, making 
it shake. Megan shook with it, muscles jerking when each slam came, then 
cringing expectantly on the outstroke. The man fucked her pussy eagerly 
from behind, not knowing who she was, not knowing she was 16, not 
knowing that she was definitely ovulating. She had timed it. It was why 
she chose today. 

Raw pleasure washed her body, just as it had two years ago when she had 
been raped in the bathroom. Just a little girl, worthless, good for 
nothing more than a quick fuck. Just a little semen toilet. Her head 
jerked in a rhythm, chin bouncing. The hands grabbed her skirt from 
behind, anchoring her waist as it slammed in roughly again and again. 
Megan shrieked, though nobody would be able to hear her through the 
walls of the booth. It was bliss. It was everything she wanted. The 
pumping organ smashed in one last time and held steady as a stream of 
white heat pumped into her belly. She felt it flow upwards, squirting 
chaotically, forced into the pinhole of her cervix and up into her womb. 
Her climax exploded in her head, sending her whole body into 
convulsions. She reeled, pink tremors breaking her senses apart like 
glass and flinging the pieces away. Megan came harder than she ever had 
in the last 2 years. 

The thick cock pulled out, and Megan whimpered. She shouldn't have 
worried. It was soon replaced by another, eager fingers fondling her 
rear and her genitals before the turgid cock pressed against her lips 
and thrust inside. She wondered if the price was reduced for sloppy 
seconds. The eager meat crammed inside obliterated the thought, slamming 
home roughly, banging into her 16-year-old cunt with gusto. Megan's 
second orgasm was building inside when something appeared in the hole in 
front of her face: a prick, proudly erect, stuffed through the glory 
hole and waiting. She tongued it, tasting the salty musk. Unwashed. 
Filthy. It tasted like sweat and garbage. She inhaled the scent, basking 
in it, savoring it, then took it into her mouth. 

Megan was fucked from both ends, the pricks stuffing her mouth and pussy 
banging zealously into her tight tunnels, unwittingly enjoying the 
pleasures of her soft, 16-year-old body. She writhed, feeling like 
skewered meat. The cock in her mouth suddenly exploded on her tongue, 
rich batter spraying like a hose, pumping over her face when it pulled 
out. She coughed and blinked, trying to wipe the semen from her eyelids, 
then convulsed when a boiling rush of male seed spurted up into her womb 
again from behind. 

The cock in her mouth was replaced by another, even more disgusting. It 
was short, fat, and had a misshapen head. She recognized the crusty 
granules of smegma behind the foreskin an instant before the whole thing 
stuffed itself into her mouth. Another cock entered her from behind. 
Megan kicked her legs and scrabbled against the wood with her arms. The 
tiny little schoolgirl part of her that wanted it to stop was dwindling 
away to nothing, replaced by the swelling dark side of primal lust. Her 
waist jerked in its restraint. She worked her lips and tongue over the 
fresh cock in her mouth, almost wretching on the foul odor. She had 
never tasted anything so vile, so utterly delicious. This was what she 
craved. The dirtiest cock, the ugliest one on offer, that was what she 
wanted inside her. Grimy, filthy, short, ugly. Give it to me, she 
pleaded. They obliged. The glory hole produced round after round of 
bristling penises in every shape and size, a squalid procession of 
pricks that thrust eagerly between her lips. She couldn't have avoided 
them even if she wanted to; there was barely any room to move her head. 
Their pumping vigor was matched by the thrusting thunder from behind, as 
man after man took their turn in her, grabbing her little hips, lining 
up, thrusting into her sloppy teenage pussy and leaving their own 
donation inside. She felt cum running down her legs all the way to her 
thighs, warm globules of animal passion boiled and baked and then 
spurted into the well-used little crevice of a worthless slut of a girl. 
She tasted different flavors of semen in her mouth, rolling her tongue 
to compare them, sampling them like a bouqet of wine. 

Orgasm after orgasm raced through her, overwhelming her body, slamming 
into her consciousness and obliterating every thought but one: the 
feverish dream of all that semen in her cunt, being squished up into her 
womb, billions of sperm swimming eagerly towards her egg, pushing, 
forcing, penetrating it, blossoming into new life in her gut. Each fresh 
spew rocked her to greater height of ecstasy, imagining it. Her cunt had 
been flooded full a dozen times over. Her belly sloshed with semen. And 
still she licked, still she sucked, still she quivered and wiggled and 
eagerly welcomed each fresh prick into her body, losing herself in the 
primal carnal tempest. 

Hours, maybe. She had lost track of time. How many dozens of men had 
fucked her? It didn't matter. She felt satisfied for the first time in 
years. The sallow-eyed man entered and slapped her bottom before 
pressing the button to raise the divider. Groaning, she stood up. Her 
spine felt permanently bent. It seemed as if being bent over taking 
cocks inside was her body's natural orientation, and it was standing up 
that was unnatural. She smoothed the skirt over her hips, trying to 
massage the aches away. 

"Ye can clean up," he sneered, handing her a roll of paper towels. "Come 
upstairs and knock when ye want yer money." 

He left her then, left her in the booth, a used-up little cunt of a 
girl, defiled and forgotten. She shivered, feeling sated at last. Her 
bottom was sore. Her jaw hurt from having been stretched all night. And 
she had never been happier. 

She left the paper towels on the floor. She wanted the cum on her legs, 
wanted the evidence of her degradation all over her. Let the world see 
what a depraved slut she was, what a contemptible piece of trashy little 
girl, good for nothing more than serving as a community cum dumpster. 

She climbed the stairs and left. She didn't realize until later that she 
had forgotten the money. 

                                  ~*~                                  

"I had a nightmare last night," Ashley said. 

Megan froze while tucking her daughter into bed. 

"It was that scary demon thing," the little girl said. 

"From the movie?" 

Ashley nodded. "He was coming after us. Me and Amanda." 

"I shouldn't have let you watch that," Megan huffed. 

"I was really scared." Ashley pulled the covers up to her chin 
defensively. "He got Amanda. I looked back and she wasn't there. I was 
running so fast. But it was weird...a part of me wanted him to catch 
me." 

Megan patted the covers, then bent to kiss her daughter on the forehead. 

"It's ok sweetie. You're big enough to know monsters don't exist. 
Nothing's coming for you." 

"I know. It was just a dream." Ashely smiled up at her mom, her face one 
of pure innocence. So lovely, Megan thought, running a finger 
affectionately down her daughter's cheek. She had been thinking of 
Ashley's conception all evening, of the repulsively arousing things she 
had done that led to this sweet little girl coming into her life. 

Megan got up and turned out the light, then shut the door behind her. 
After Ashley had been born, she had resolved to be a good mother before 
everything else. It had been so much harder than she had first realized, 
but she hoped she had raised them well enough. She had managed to 
suppress that dark side of her for years, the roiling, burning lust that 
commandeered every part of her and pushed her to such repugnant 
humiliation. That had been the hardest part of all, denying herself. She 
had almost given in several times. It seemed to grow worse each year. 

Amanda was already in bed. She had let the kids stay up late. Megan 
headed to her own bedroom and locked the door behind her. She stripped, 
sat in her computer chair, typed the password to her screen saver, then 
hit one of her favorite bookmarks. 

The site popped up on the screen. Black background with red lettering. 
Cheesy flames. A few cartoonish demons decorated the background. 
Amateur, but she didn't come here because the site was pretty, she came 
for the stories. 

"Demon's Delight. Satan's Spunk. Loli Warriors in Hell." She scrolled 
over the story listings. Erotic stories were one of the few outlets 
where she could let herself loose. She had found this site by a random 
search. It had contributions from various authors, all of them 
demonic-themed tales usually involving rape and young girls. It had been 
like finding a treasure. 

There was a new one. "Fun With Fiends." It sounded good. She clicked the 
link, and the text popped up on screen. 

"Megan was the best student at the magic school, so she didn't see why 
the instructors wouldn't let her see the books on advanced summoning. 
They dismissed her, saying she was only 12, not yet old or powerful 
enough for the proper control. So one night, under the cloak of an 
invisibility spell, she slipped into the school's library and stole a 
thick tome emblazoned with arcane patterns and a large 5-pointed star." 

Not bad. Megan read on, intrigued by the little girl who shared the same 
name as her. The girl had stolen the arcane book and used it to set up a 
summoning circle. The story included an elaborate incantation that the 
girl recited out loud, including a surprisingly detailed description of 
the occult ritual she performed. Most of the story was given over to the 
ritual's description, in fact. 

Megan played with her pussy absently. Despite the cumbersone details, 
the story had a great buildup. The little girl had to take off her 
clothes and offer herself in the center of the circle. There was a 
ritual focus she needed to use, an onyx pyramid that would contain the 
spell's power. The book promised that a being of great power would 
appear, and it did - a massive demonic fiend of bulging muscles and 
terrifying presence, sporting a magnificent phallus of overbearing 
proportions. The frightened girl made a mistake and her spell broke, and 
the story raced along to its climax, young Megan discovering how far she 
had overreached and how dire the price. Her rape was exquisitely 
described and Megan read the story to its end, fascinated, enjoying the 
slow flush of pleasure that crept up from her crotch. 

"'You're mine now,' the demon sneered. Picking her up again. The last 
shreds of Megan's tattered clothing fell away. She squealed with fright 
as the turgid demonic prick, bristling with spikes, lined up at her 
pussy. 'Your cunt will serve me in the abyss, forever.'" 

Megan rubbed furiously, losing herself in the tale. The girl was doomed 
to be an infernal plaything, a toy to be used. She rubbed her flowing 
juices along her own pussy lips, flicking her clit, then shoved a finger 
into her sucking tunnel. Just thinking about it, about the massive demon 
prick thrusting into the innocent girl, descrating her, coaxed the swirl 
in her groin into a wild frenzy. She added another finger and sunk in to 
the second knuckle, rubbing furiously, and found the special spot that 
felt best. Her orgasm washed through her, a carnal explosion focused on 
the singular scene of the young girl's demonic defilement. Ecstasy 
rocked her in her chair, shaking her limbs. She wished she was that 
girl, taken by an overwhelming power, abused, reduced to a pumping 
cocksleeve for a demon king. 

She came down slowly, vibrating like a violin string. Her arms and legs 
went slack, one finger still buried in her cunt. The blue light of the 
monitor played over her naked body as she sat, her heavy breathing 
competing with the sound of the computer fan. 

"Written by: Carol C." 

Carol? A woman? Megan had figured most erotic stories were written by 
men. Maybe that was naive. There was a link next to the name. "Contact 
Me" it said. 

Her mouse hovered over it. She had liked the story, but she wasn't 
really the kind of person to talk about them. Aw hell, she thought, 
what's the worst that could happen? She clicked on it, and an email 
window popped up. 

"Loved your story" she wrote, then paused, unsure how to continue. Maybe 
just be honest. "Megan's my name too. I liked how she was raped and used 
up. Something like that happened to me. It's a bit heavy on the spell 
details. There are a lot of them. The candles and the bowls and the onyx 
thing and all that. Hope you write more stories." 

She signed it, then hesitated, before forcing herself to hit send. There 
were more stories here; the site was popular. She browsed around by 
couldn't find anything else by a Carol C. 

A plink sound came after a few minutes, signifying a new message. She 
opened it. Carol had responded. 

"Thanks. It was fun to write it. The spell is an essential part of the 
story. I couldn't have left any part of it out. Life is stranger than 
fiction sometimes, wouldn't you say? It's funny what we can discover if 
we poke around and try strange things." 

Megan scratched her head. Life was stranger than fiction? What did that 
mean? Carol had a couple links in her email signature - her personal 
blog, and some website Megan had never heard of: demonsdomain.com. She 
clicked it out of curiosity. 

It was an occult storefront. Red candles were on sale apparently, in 
bulk packs of six hundred and sixty six. Megan browsed around. The 
section for 'Incantations and Spells' caught her eye, and she clicked. 

There it was: a four-sided pyramidal shape of jet-black onyx. 

'Demonic protection phylactery', the item read. 'Good for preservation 
of the soul when summoning, channeling, and containing infernal powers 
and presences. Often bought together with: chalice and ritual bowl 
2-pack.' 

Maybe it would be good conversation piece, she thought. So what's that 
black thing on the mantle? Oh it's my demon summoning focus. She smirked 
and, on a lark, decided to buy it. Apparently containing the infernal 
powers only cost $19.99. 

After entering her credit card, Megan yawned and tumbled into bed. 
Sordid thoughts of demons violating young girls danced in her head as 
she drifted off to sleep. 

                                  ~*~                                  

"Moooooooom! Your dumb package came!" 

Amanda flipped the box towards her Mom as she came in the door. 

"Uh, thanks sweetie," Megan said, shutting the door behind her. 

Amanda was slouched down on the couch in an undignified manner, one leg 
on the coffee table, causing her skirt to hike up. Megan saw a flash of 
deep purple between her daughter's legs. 

"Are those my panties?" 

"Uhhhhhm, no." Amanda dropped her leg, looking guilty. 

"Uhhhhhm, yes," Megan said. "Wear your own panties." 

"But these are so *cute*!" Amanda huffed. "Why won't you buy me anything 
like this?" 

"Because they don't make lingerie for 14-year-old girls," Megan 
retorted. "Look, maybe we can find something in an extra small size, ok? 
I'm the meantime, if you want to wear something for your 'boyfriend', 
stick with your own clothes." 

Amanda blushed furiously. Megan still hadn't had that talk with her. She 
kept meaning to, but, well, a part of her didn't really want to put a 
stop to it. The dark part of her. She should make them wear condoms or 
something. That was the responsible parent part of her. But the thought 
of Amanda with her belly swelling up with a baby... 

No. Megan put the thought away and slammed the door behind it. She'd 
talk with Amanda. Tomorrow. Seriously this time. 

It was movie night. Megan loved the weekends, when she didn't have to 
work and could instead be with her daughters. She popped some popcorn in 
preparation, and the three of them snuggled up on the couch together. It 
was the latest Harry Potter movie, tonight. Megan didn't really care for 
it. She just wanted an excuse to spend some time with her girls. 

After the movie was over and she got them to bed, she went to her own 
bedroom, locking the door behind her as she always did. She was going to 
have some fun tonight. She opened the package, and found the focus 
exactly as advertised. It was much lighter than she expected - she 
couldn't quite figure out what it was made out of. But no matter. She 
had the other things she needed: 12 small candles and 5 big ones, some 
black sand, and a white bowl with a golden rim. She couldn't quite 
remember when she had decided to do this. The story she had read had 
been lingering in her mind, and when she saw the candles and the perfect 
bowl on sale at the store, she made an impulse buy and got them. 
Roleplaying wasn't really her thing, but maybe this would be fun. She 
could get herself off, at least. 

She unpacked everything and got it ready, then stripped and turned out 
the lights. The story had been very specific - naked, and no light, or 
at least no more than needed to see by. The candles had to be placed in 
a specific order. She kept her laptop nearby as she crouched on the 
floor, open to the story. First the lateral prescription, 3 outer and 1 
inner candle, for the sanguine vertex. She didn't know what that meant, 
but she placed them on the carpet as described, using the light of the 
laptop screen. Then she scattered a tiny bit of black sand in a 
semicircle, and lit the candles. She could vacuum this up later. More 
candles had to be lit and placed, and before long she had all dozen of 
the smaller ones lit and the larger ones arranged in a 5-pointed shape 
around her. She scattered the sand in straight lines between the 
candles, forming a pentacle, then placed the black focus on the inside 
edge. 

Now for the fun part. Kneeling in the center of the circle, she took her 
vibrator and rubbed it over her pussy lips, then turned it on. The 
pleasing buzz sent a tingle swirling up her tunnel. 

She crouched, using the vibrator as she read the story again. The little 
girl Megan stole the book, waited until nightfall, then set up her 
ritual just as she had done. The tingle in her cunt grew into a fiery 
itch, and she tickled her clit with the vibrator just a tad. The muscles 
of her legs clenched and she shivered again. 

Megan worked the vibrator over her lips, massaging them until a pleasing 
warmth spread out in her crotch. She looked down. Moisture beaded the 
surface of the little pink rod. Good. She played with her naked breasts 
with her other hand, squeezing the C cups, tweaking her own nipples 
teasingly. Then she kept reading. 

The little girl masturbated on her knees in the center of her summoning 
circle until she came, juices squirting into a ritual bowl beneath her. 
It was bait. The demon appeared, a bestial form brimming with virile 
power. Little Megan stuttered, chanting a word at the wrong time, and 
that was it. Her eyes widened in shock, and the creature howled in 
victory and advanced on her, battering aside the protections of the 
summoning circle like it was nothing. 

Megan dipped the toy into her cunt, feeling it ripple. She was close, 
but she couldn't cum yet. The 'ritual' required one more thing and she 
was determined to play along. She grabbed the little bowl from the side 
of the circle and placed it under her then went to work with the 
vibrator again. 

The buzzing began to throb under its own power, mounting into a steady 
pulse of pleasure in her pussy. Megan pushed the vibrator a little 
deeper, working her clit with her other hand. She could feel her own 
juices, a few drops escaping past the buzzing barrier and dribbling down 
her legs. God, she was wet. She kept reading. Little Megan screamed as 
her scanty clothing was ripped off. Just a revealing little slip of a 
uniform, apparently. That was what they made magical girls in training 
wear. The demon's claws made short work of it, then it grabbed the tiny 
girl, one hand wrapping entirely around her waist, and lined her up with 
its impossibly oversized prick. The mammoth organ was as big as her leg, 
with backwards-facing spines and a huge, flaring head of blood-red 
flesh. Megan went weak in the knees, picturing it. 

Almost ready. She tested with a finger, careful not to let any fluid 
escape. So close. She squeezed her thighs, working her pussy muscles, 
moving the vibrator in and out just slightly, keeping it locked at the 
head of her pussy. Her own climax hovered in the wings, but she 
resisted. Just a little bit more. She read. The little girl was 
penetrated, shrieking as the collossal organ crammed itself into her 
tiny slit, her belly distending obscenely. The demon squeezed her flat 
little breasts and plump bottom with its clawed fingers, enjoying the 
gentle squeeze of little girlflesh even as it pounded away in her aching 
cunt. 

Megan was gasping. She couldn't wait anymore. She abruptly pulled the 
vibrator out and twitched her thighs. Gooey fluid dribbled into the 
bowl, the accumulations of her inner juices. She slammed the vibrator 
against her clit and let herself go, cumming wildly, hands shaking as 
much as the toy between her legs. She spread her pussy lips with her 
fingers, and a few eager squirts of fluid shot downward. Megan swayed on 
her knees, eyes fluttering as she squirted. She held her pussy open, 
trying to leak as much juice as possible. It collected in the bowl in 
errant spurts and small dribbles, oozing into a puddle in the center. 
She thought of every squirt of semen that had been shot inside her, the 
dozens of men taking their turns, thrusting inside, using her rippling 
cunt for their pleasure and then discarding her. The vision spun wildly 
in her head. Herself as a little girl, bent over a dirty toilet and 
rammed from behind. Locked in a pillory, spitroasted from both ends 
endlessly. She imagined herself as the girl in the story, suddenly in 
over her head and helpless before the overwhelming power of the 
rapacious male onslaught. 

She came to, still kneeling over the bowl, the thundering vibration 
ebbing slowly away. Her thighs were a mess. She looked down at the bowl. 
A healthy amount had collected inside it. 

"Mēum Pacta, Daemōnium īnstrūmentum." She read the words from the 
laptop absently. They meant nothing, and she had already got herself off 
like she wanted, but it was in the spirit of things. 

An icy chill went down her spine and she shivered suddenly. She felt 
dizzy and put a hand to her head. Her fingers were still greasy with her 
own fluids. Had the candles just dimmed? No, it must have been her 
imagination. She still felt hazy from her orgasm. 

Whatever. No demon appeared. No fiend from the infernal depths to rape 
her senseless. She blew out the candles and gathered them up, then 
dumped the bowl in the bathroom and rinsed it. A vaguely unsettling 
feeling kept prickling the back of her neck, but she ignored it. She 
knew how overactive her own imagination could be. 

She snicked a couple kleenexes from the box and wiped herself up, 
yawning. So tired. She hadn't really meant to stay up so late. She 
tumbled into bed, still naked, luxuriating in the feel of the silky 
blankets on her bare skin. The laptop's screen cast a pale light, then 
went out as its screensaver activated. Megan blinked. What was that? She 
raised her head. A faint source of light, almost imperceptible, shone 
from the floor past the foot of the bed. Was something glowing? She had 
left the sand on the floor, along with that focus thing. She blinked. 
No, it was dark. She was just imagining it. Her mind running away with 
her, again. 

Feeling satisfied, Megan closed her eyes and went to sleep. 

                                  ~*~                                  

She was floating, falling, drifting silently on dreamy currents of heat 
that swirled over her naked skin. Darkness wrapped her like a blanket 
all around, but a frail red light flickered from below. A lurking sense 
of menace suffused the atmosphere around her - eyes, invisible, watching 
her with malevolant hunger. 

Megan struggled to order her thoughts. She swam in the dark abyss, the 
crimson glow growing stronger beneath her. The space pushed in on her, 
oppressive. It felt like the darkness was sliding over skin, rubbing it 
with a ravenous velvet friction and a whispering appetite of insatiable 
desire. 

Oily smoke clogged her nostrils and a sense of tremendous depth pushed 
down on her. She was lying on rocky ground. When she raised her head to 
look around, she felt something sticky covering the side of her face. 
She went to touch it, and realized it covered her palms too. The ground 
was covered with slimy runners of a viscious green sludge. She trailed 
her fingers over the rock. The fluid had the consistency of snot and 
smelled like an unwashed asshole. Trying not to wretch, Megan got to her 
feet. 

She was in the crater of a fetid hellscape. Uneven walls rose all about 
in the distance - lumpy, misshapen mounds of porous rock colored in 
patches with a sickly green. Fear coiled in Megan's gut. She must be 
dreaming. But the fetid stench of bile and waste and the slime that 
seemed to ooze on the ground under its own power as she watched seemed 
all too real. The slippery stuff seemed as if it was being excreted from 
the rock, like some perverse sweat. A tingling feeling radiated in her 
skin where the fluid had touched, growing by the second. 

She took a slow step, then another, feeling dizzy and disoriented. The 
slime covered half of her naked body. She tried to wipe it off her hips 
and flick it away, but it stuck to her hands like gooey syrup. Yuck. She 
shook her hand harder. 

Fluid splashed under her feet and she cartwheeled forward. A milky 
surface rose up to meet her. She hadn't been looking where she was 
going, and had tripped. The white substance splattered against her face 
and belly as she landed on her hands. It was only an inch deep, a 
steaming pool of glistening goop that felt like pancake batter. It was 
all over her, dripping from her tummy and arms, clogging her nose, 
running on her lips. She blinked away the thick gobs. The stuff was 
vile, salty, brimming with a musky odor that oozed into her sinuses and 
refused to leave. She wiped her face, which didn't help. This *must* be 
a dream. She wasn't a little girl - she knew what that taste was, and 
that smell, although this stuff was so overpowering that it made her 
gag. Like something dripped from the nether regions of an unclean animal 
and left to stew in a puddle until it fermented. 

Coughing, Megan felt her muscles shaking. The tingling had intensified 
into a thundering buzz, pervading her skin. A swelling rush of arousal 
burned in her crotch, intense, stealing her strength and converting into 
a mounting blaze of horny energy. Megan crawled forward on her hands and 
knees and got her feet under her. 

Brown mushrooms grew in sickly clumps near the shore of the white goop. 
Megan stumbled away, trying to avoid them, but her foot brushed against 
one accidentally, and a green puff of vapor spurted up from the cap and 
expanded rapidly into a cloud in the air. Megan fell to her side, 
shocked, her lungs itching fiercely. She tried to scream, but only a 
pitiful mewling sound came out. 

The fear in her stomach had boiled over into a raw, clutching horror. 
Megan scrambled desperately on the slimy ground, crawling forward, tears 
leaking from her eyes. What was happening to her? Her body was trembling 
in rebellion. Violent waves of rippling passion coiled around her 
spasming pussy. She had never felt so aroused. Her burning cunt itched 
and vibrated. She felt her hips jerking involuntarily and she pushed her 
ass higher into the air, thrusting with wild shrieks. Naked, terrified, 
covered with vile fluid, Megan writhed on the hellish ground as a 
massive climax roared up inside her and swept her away. She felt herself 
howling, her muscles clenching as waves of primal ecstasy ripped through 
them. 

The thrumming tide of pleasure drained slowly away. Megan lolled on the 
ground, groaning. After a few moments, she sensed something, and opened 
her eyes. 

A vast presence towered over her. Megan blinked, trying to resolve the 
silhouette in the dim red light. The shadow shifted, and slippery 
tendrils twisted themselves around her wrists and ankles. 

She shrieked and kicked as she was lifted off the ground. It was a 
demon! The horrifying realization jabbed like an icy knife into her gut. 
The frightening beast drew her closer to him until she could make out 
the bestial visage in the gloom. An actual demon. Her mother was a loon, 
always whispering about them with dread when Megan was little, but she 
had been right. 

No, no, just a dream, she told herself. She shook her head, tears 
running down her cheeks. Her naked body was lifted in the air until she 
was right up against his head, and she screamed. 

The thing was wretched beyond imagining - a wide maw with rows of 
rotting teeth was centered in a lumpy, misshapen face. A pair of eyes 
protruded from thick stalks rooted in the heavy brow. Bulging, warty 
growths dotted the hideous flesh. Ugly could not have begun to describe 
it. Saliva dripped in the enormous mouth and a putrid breath washed over 
her, blowing her hair out behind her. Megan struggled instinctively, 
jerking her arms and legs, but the flesh holding her aloft was like 
iron. She looked down and saw that a dozen tentacles extended from the 
demon's grub-like body, coiling around her limbs, tightening hungrily, 
leaving warm trails of snot where they rubbed her skin. 

This was no powerful demon master with virile, bulging muscles and 
dragon-like grace, this was a grotesque nightmare - a fat, bulging worm 
with a row of small, sludge-covered digits protruding from both sides of 
its body, each tipped with a single claw that dripped with filthy rot. 
Those limbs reached for her as it drew her close, stretching out to curl 
around her naked body. Megan gagged on the stink of decay and disease. 
The slimy body pressed against her, a twisted nightmare, a maggot-like 
abortion, a reject of hell. 

The creature sniffed her hungrily, and a slimy pointed tongue oozed from 
its mouth and slithered over Megan's breasts. She struggled, her screams 
swallowed indifferently in the darkness of the open air. The tentacles 
lowered her and pushed her onto her back on the ground, and Megan got 
her first good look at the rod of oozing meat jutting from his 
underbelly. The horrific phallus was pulsing visibly, edged with obscene 
veins, sporting knotty ribs around its girth. Slimy fluid oozed from the 
bulbous head, dripping onto the rock. Shock froze her in place at the 
sight of such a monstrous shaft of demon meat. 

The tentacles oozed over her body, squeezing, pointed tips slithering 
into every little crevice of her body. They explored her naked belly and 
hips, squirmed under her armpits, then tickled her belly button and 
pushed teasingly between her legs. Megan shrieked and struggled, 
helpless in his grip. Horrified, she felt the lingering currents of 
wanton lust in her groin began to flow again. She tried to resist. She 
tried to curl up, look away, but the tentacles travelled her body 
relentlessly, sampling every private place she had with eager delight, 
rubbing along her bottom, caressing her thighs, leaving stinking trails 
of grime behind. The clawed tips of the stubby fingers curled behind her 
back, a double row of razor-sharp pricks near her spine. A loathsome 
point of flesh pressed up between her legs, and Megan's eyes flew open. 

The flaring tip of that revolting prick was pressed snugly up against 
her pussy. She could feel the warm drips from the end rubbing gooey 
tracks over her pussy lips. The demon's cock pressed forward, and the 
entrance to her tunnel spread wide open. Megan felt its pulse, a vile 
throbbing rhythm meshing with the growing drumbeat from her own genitals 
as it pushed slowly inside. 

Her body let go, overwhelmed by the carnal currents. The worm demon 
hunched its body and thrust its prick inside impatiently, and Megan's 
thighs jerked. The burning arousal from earlier had returned in force, a 
fire igniting her veins with dire cravings. The cock between her legs 
barelled forward and bottomed out in her cunt. Megan shrieked and 
writhed on the ground helplessly, a tiny figure squirming under the 
looming bulk. It pressed down, grinding her with its fat belly, 
tentacles squeezing her chest, holding her in place with coils around 
her throat as it began to pump its cock eagerly into her body. Megan's 
brain locked up. It was too much. The malodorous stench of the place 
clung to the inside of her nostrils, overwhelming her senses with a 
revolting bouquet of moist decay and the rank filth of the demon's body. 
Slippery globs of her own juices mixed with the creature's precum 
dribbled down into the crack of her ass. The sticky fluids all over her 
body tingled overwhelmingly, feeding the mounting storm of pleasure that 
grew from the straining focus of pumping flesh inside her. 

Her cries mixed with the creature's grunts of delight. The pair strained 
together on the rocky ground of slime and mold, Megan's legs in the air, 
thrashing, feet slapping against the sides of the grubby body. She 
thrust her pelvis, pushing back, revelling in the feel of her pussy lips 
sliding along that filthy girth. Her rational mind had fled from this 
hellish reality and the dark side of her had risen up to take its place. 
She had only ever felt this way twice in her life, the overwhelming 
pleasure as she was taken, struggling and helpless, raped and defiled, 
used like the worthless cunt she was. She flung her head back, her scalp 
rubbing harshly against the slimy rock. Fuck me. Use me. Megan 
surrendered utterly to her lust, surrendered to the demonic cock 
impaling her, welcoming her utter degradation to demonic fuckslut. Thick 
saliva dripped onto her face from the terrifying maw that loomed above 
her. The pounding pace in her rippling cunt increased. She squeezed her 
pelvis, massaging the invading girth as it slammed her backward on the 
rock again and again, rousing a symphony of hectic ecstasy that bubbled 
in her gut and then suddenly detonated into a wild bolt of energy that 
shot up into her brain. 

Megan's senses exploded. She howled in bliss. The ugly, filthy beast 
shoved into her welcoming cunt to the hilt and stayed there, twitching 
spastically. An animal bitch, that was what she was. A hot geyser 
exploded deep into her belly, a torrent of demonic cum blasting up 
against her cervix and flooding the puny space of her tunnel. A 
worthless, wiggling cocksleeve. Her orgasm washed through her, brimming 
with an infernal undercurrent that shattered her senses with a storm of 
pleasure. Just a shrieking tunnel of meat good for nothing else than 
accepting the geyser of greasy cum in her eager pussy. Megan quaked 
against the filthy rocks, her skin glistening with sweat and fluids and 
legs spread wide around the throbbing shaft of demon flesh, revelling in 
the corruption of juicy fluids flooding her insides. 

Drifting, insensate, Megan lost hold of reality, floating in the 
undertow of orgasmic currents. She had never felt so sated, never felt 
such satisfaction. From far off, in a dark space, she heard a rumbling 
voice - a deep, guttural sound of black words pregnant with vile meaning 
that she somehow understood: 

"You are mine, Megan. To me you are pledged, and to me you shall return, 
my eager mate, my eternal bride." 

Hazy tendrils of oblivion closed around her, and she slept. 

                                  ~*~                                  

"What a DREAM!" Megan thought, for the thousandth time that day. It had 
been impossible to focus. She had already got a dozen customers' orders 
wrong. She slipped between the kitchen and the tables as if still 
asleep, staring off into the distance whenever there was a lull. It 
wasn't just the overwhelming power of the memory, of the blinding 
recollection of herself in the deepest pits of hell screaming with 
pleasure as she copulated with the ugliest creature she could imagine, 
it was also the persistent itch between her thighs. It had started the 
moment she woke up, and lasted all day, growing even worse as the hours 
stretched on. Megan could barely resist the overwhelming urge to thrust 
her fingers under her skirt and shove them as deep into her sopping 
pussy as they would go. 

They were so busy that she didn't get a break until her shift was over. 
She doffed her apron and raced out, then sped home along the highway. 
The horny tingling in her crotch burned furiously. Her brain fixated on 
the singular vision that had occupied her all day: that monstrous demon 
cock, grotesque, filthy with slime, pounding rapaciously into her cunt. 
What a dream. She was going to get the girls to bed the moment she got 
home and then lock herself away with her biggest vibrator, eyes closed, 
reliving her rape at the hands of the repugnant beast that had forced 
itself upon her. 

They protested, but Ashely and Amanda finally went to their rooms at her 
insistence. They seemed weirded out by their mother's strangely animated 
behavior. When she got to her room, she hesitated before turning the 
light on. The onyx focus was on a shelf with the spent candles. It WAS 
glowing, wasn't it? A dull light seemed to pulse from deep inside, 
scarcely visible except at certain angles. She threw a towel over it and 
cursed her imagination. 

She unbuttoned her blouse and threw it across the room. Her skirt and 
panties veritably flew off. She went to the bathroom and reached into 
the cabinet to get her favorite: an expansive pink shaft with ribs and a 
flaring head. Tumbling into bed, she closed her eyes and began. 

And...nothing. The tingling itch in her pussy burned fiercely. She 
rubbed the plastic ribs delicately over her pussy lips, then angled the 
toy so she could tease her clit too. She was wet, almost gushing - her 
panties had had a substantial damp spot when she had torn them off - but 
even when she sunk the carefully-modelled glans into her slit, she 
couldn't cum. Her play just made it worse. She panted on the bed, her 
naked chest heaving. She squeezed her C cups. She twisted her nipples 
and flicked her sensitive bud, twisting all the knobs that usually gave 
her such delight, and her body responded, thighs shaking, genitals 
swelling and a coil of pleasure racing through her pussy walls, but she 
just couldn't do it. Frustrated, she gave up after 20 minutes. Something 
was missing. When she had cum so powerfully in her dream, she was being 
used, raped, violated, her body a filthy cum rag for a wretched maggot 
of grime and filth. That was who she was, deep down - an insignificant 
receptacle fit only to be a fucktoy and breeding sow for the most putrid 
creature on offer. 

She turned off the lamp, angry at herself. What was wrong with her? She 
didn't want to go down that road again. Sure, it had given her Amanda 
and Ashley, the two things most precious to her in the world, but she 
had a duty to be a good mother to them. To be there for them and provide 
everything that a pair of growing girls needed. She tried to banish her 
thoughts, to dispel the swelling ache that throbbed between her legs. It 
didn't work. 

Amanda. Ashley. Think of them, she chided herself, fidgeting restlessly 
under the blankets. Amanda would need a mother more than ever now that 
she was sexually active. Pretty, brunette, a cheerleader - more boys 
would be all over her this year. And little Ashley, with her lovely 
blonde hair and blue eyes, and her perpetual impish grin. She was going 
to discover boys at any moment. Megan would have to deal with that 
reality. 

Finally, Megan dropped off into an uneasy slumber, the images of her 
daughters with their legs spread, squealing their way to new heights of 
pleasure on a pair of pumping cocks competed with the vision of a foul, 
infernal prick slamming into her own pussy. 

She smiled in her sleep 

                                  ~*~                                  

Sulfur. Heat. Heavy breezes carrying the sickly smell of unwashed flesh 
and stewing bodily fluids. The aromas swirled into her nostrils like an 
noxious tide, making her gag. 

She was at the edge of a cliff, looking out into a vast space. A ragged 
plain stretched before her, broken by sharp precipices leering over dank 
rents in the rock that spewed baleful steam. 

Sensing a presence, she whirled around. The epitome of ugliness towered 
over her from behind, a heavy worm-like body rising from the shadows, 
bloated, deformed, a mottled ruin of sickly slime and gangrenous flesh. 
Pointed tentacles whipped out and snatched her off her feet. 

She shrieked despite herself as her naked body was fondled everywhere by 
the demon's slithering tentacles and foul claws. Not again! That lonely 
voice of sanity that rebelled was dwindling, but still present. But it 
was losing ground to the burning desire in her crotch. One of the stubby 
fingers rubbed upwards along her slit, collecting the juices dribbling 
from her lips onto the tip of its claw. Megan struggled, repulsed by the 
figure of the revolting demon, but it was hopeless. The horrid stick of 
meat jutted from the creature's groin, pointing upwards at her, 
throbbing with a visible hunger. Megan shuddered and banged her fist 
against the unyielding tentacles around her waist, but they stayed 
locked around her, maneuvering her body in the air and positioning her 
over directly over that imposing phallus. 

"No," she moaned, feeling the slimy tip brushing up against her pussy, 
but her hips shook on their own, saying yes. A bulging head of firm meat 
pressed up, splitting her pussy lips apart, and Megan's eyes bulged. It 
was happening again. She must be crazy, to dream of something like this, 
but the sudden thrust that slammed into her pelvis and thrust the 
engorged demon cock up into her cunt drove home just how real it was. 

She shrieked again, her wails dying out quickly as if stifled by the 
wretched odor of the hellish pit. Demon prick crammed itself between her 
cunt lips, seeking the juicy warmth inside. The sight of the sickly 
flesh stuffing itself into her body sparked the horny desire in her gut 
to a roiling blaze. All of the pent-up energy that had mounted over the 
course of the day seemed to swell up at once inside her. That disgusting 
prick. The horrid rod of grossly swelling flesh. That was what she 
needed, what she craved. The most vile organ imaginable - that was all 
that a little cunt like her deserved. The thrusting tempo picked up pace 
and Megan bounced in the air, gasping and sweating with the slimy 
tentacles coiled tightly around her waist. Filthy demon cock slammed 
home inside her, splitting her cunt and banging home at the end. A 
torrent of pleasure swirled up from the pounding force in her crotch, a 
mixture of Megan's tainted desire and a shuddering feeling of 
self-loathing. What if her daughters could see her now? What would they 
say if they saw their mother squealing with delight as a grotesque fiend 
pounded its cock between her legs, her thighs shaking, her hands 
clenching with ecstasy, whispering wordless moans of encouragement? 
They'd see her for the bitch she truly was. The hopeless slut, an 
abject, miserable little rag of flesh fit only to spread her legs and 
accept the filthy dominance that she craved. A little girl crying on a 
toilet as a train of fat pricks rammed her from behind. A whore locked 
in place as she was spitroasted by dozens of twitching cocks. A terrible 
mother, a vile woman debased to nothing more than the lowest rank of 
bestial urges. 

The pounding rhythm reached a crescendo. Megan wiggled like an eel in 
the air, twitching on the thick shaft that impaled her, and shrieked a 
final time as her orgasm ripped through her. A cockrag. A cum trophy. A 
mindless receptacle for the sudden gush of hot fluid she felt spewing 
inside her. Demon cum, flooding her cunt, splashing up into her womb. 
Megan twisted and writhed, out of control, her mind obliterated by her 
crashing climax. The hot, greasy flood spewed up into her like a 
firehose. She exulted in every fresh spurt, riding a wave of bliss that 
wrenched her muscles and jackhammered in her aching cunt. Megan was 
swept along, lost to herself, submerged in the currents of pounding 
ecstasy. 

Her body went limp, held aloft by the towering cock. Her arms dangled 
and twitched with residual spasms. Megan slowly came to, trying to piece 
together her senses. She was slumped against the demon's fat body, still 
impaled by the powerfully erect phallus. Slowly, she looked up. 

Baleful fire gleamed back at her from the glassy eyes at the end of the 
short stalks. The worm demon looked down at his little fucktoy, still 
stuck on his cock. The deformed face seemed to glower with a ravenous 
expression of approval. 

"Wh-who are you?" Megan managed to squeak. 

A rumbling growl came from his throat behind that wide, rotting mouth, 
guttural words that sounded like lumps of meat squished together in a 
layer of phlegm. 

"I am He who owns you." 

She shuddered in revulsion. His voice was as repulsive as the rest of 
him. The words were horrific abortions of sound, black and harsh, but 
Megan found that she understood them anway. 

"Where am I?" 

She thought the shaking of the creature was laughter. Its chest jerked 
against her with a squelching sound, rubbing slime and sweat from his 
body onto her naked tits. The motion forced globs of thick orange goop 
to squeeze out from around her straining pussy lips and dribble down her 
legs. 

"The lowest pit. The deepest realms of rot and waste. The domain where 
Hell discards its trash." 

Claws grazed her hips, gently, scratching against her skin. The reek of 
musky flesh was overpowering. The slimy sheen of sweat that covered the 
creature's fat belly was revolting. 

If he was the outcast, a demon so wretched that even Hell threw him 
away, what did that make her? 

Megan realized that the red landscape was fading away. She floated on 
currents of darkness, the glowering eyes of the demon still hovering 
above her even as his body disappeared. 

"Your cunt is mine," rumbled the darkness. "Your body will serve me 
eternally, and my seed will grow in your belly." 

The parting words sent a wild shiver up Megan's spine. She could still 
feel the foul fluid squishing out of her pussy like gelatinous bile. She 
reached down to dip her fingers in it - oily, putrid, an oozing scum of 
virulent orange shot through with veins of black and red. Demon cum. 
Demon sperm, swimming through her womb. The thought evoked a thrilling 
rush that she couldn't explain. 

The darkness reached out to smother her, and Megan knew no more.