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The following story is of an adult nature and is intended for adult 
readers. If you think you would be offended or are under the age of 
consent in your country and/or locale then this is not intended for 
you and should be deleted immediately or I will tell your mommy.


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They call me Squick
by See-El 

They call me Squick. I think they hold me in contempt because I am 
not like them. I shall be one day. I will show them all.

I am running through the sewers right now. I find all sorts of lovely 
things in the sewers. Sometimes I catch rats if they are sick and 
slow. I like rats. They make a tasty addition to all the bugs in my 
diet.

I can also spy on people from the grates and drains in the sewers. 
Here, down this pipe, I saw a dog the other day. I wonder what it 
would taste like.

There in the distance, I spot that big dog again. There is a man 
kneeling down behind it. I think he is fucking that big dog. Yes, I 
see that he is and it makes me want to touch myself.

He and the dog look directly at me and growl. I turn and run as fast 
as I can. I know the sewers. It is almost dark out. I can run away 
and hide.

I arrive back at the house late, but I do not think that the master 
notices. He seems concerned about something. When I say concerned, I 
really mean angry. He is very old and does not show much emotion. He 
rarely shows joy and never sorrow, just anger.

"Squick! You are late Squick," he says.

"Yes, I was preparing the car in case you needed it tonight," I lie.

"Squick, lie to me at your peril."

"No, master. I was in the sewer."

My back is covered with scars from previous punishments. I am 
starting to get a thick hide, but do not wish another punishment.

"Squick, I told you to stay out of the sewer. I should punish you."

"Oh, no master, please."

"I should, but I won't. I am concerned about the rash of killings in 
the neighborhood."

"Yes, many have died."

"That will soon stop. I have found the cause and tomorrow we shall 
have a visitor. Be prepared."

We shall have a visitor. Oh, that frightens me so. I shall be sneaky 
and even though I am short in stature, I am strong.

"I will kill him, master."

"No. I want him taken alive. It is very important that you take him 
alive and unhurt," he says.

This makes things harder. I shall use a net and tie up this would-be 
intruder. He would pay for his killings and pay dearly.

"All shall be done as you say, master."

The next day I gather ropes and a net and place them at various 
points about the house. I keep the lights off and remain hidden, 
sneaking from place to place. I start to feel my legs cramp up from 
staying in one position too long.

At noon I am rewarded for my patience by someone at the back door. 
It appears he is using lockpicks to break in. This burglar is very 
quick and is through the door before I can sneak up behind him. 

I jump up and kick him in the solar plexus with all my weight. He 
crashes into the door and hits his head. He gets up, but I am savage 
with my fury. I punch him again and again until I am on top of him. 
He struggles, but I reach over and grab a cord of rope. I hit him 
with it and knock him unconscious. I then tie him to a pillar in the 
basement and await the return of my master.

That night the master comes to inspect my handiwork.

"You are to clean his wounds and chain him," he says to me. "I am 
going out."

"Monster," says the prisoner. 

I hit him for being rude. 

I did as I was told and the master arrives sometime later with a 
woman and a little girl. The two are gagged and have their wrists 
tied behind their backs. I see they have pained expressions of fear 
on their faces. The woman more so than the girl. The master pulls the 
woman's gag down and pushes her down to the ground near our prisoner.

"June," he says.

"Hank," she says.

Apparently they are married and this must be their daughter. The 
master takes a long-bladed knife and cuts the daughter's bonds loose. 
This freedom is short-lived, as he chains her arms and legs to a 
frame so that she is stretched out into an x.

"Oh, daddy. Why are we here? Who is this strange man?" she asks.

He does not give an answer and looks down at the ground. He lifts his 
head up with his eyes full of hate as he looks at the master. "This 
is a bad man, Sherri."

The master shows no emotion as he uses the knife to slowly cut every 
stitch of clothing off of the girl. The woman screams and sobs.

"Yell all you want. I can assure you, we are quite isolated here. The 
neighbors never complain," says the master. He walks over to her and 
lifts her up by her dress. It too gets cut from her body.

"Stop it!" shouts Hank. "Stop it. I will do anything you want."

"I want you to suffer," says the master. "You shall suffer by bearing 
witness to the humiliation of your wife and daughter."

"Hank, why is he doing this?" asks June.

"Come over here and kneel before your daughter. You shall lick her 
and lick her well," says the master.

"Never! I shall not give in to your horrible perversions."

"Come here," says the master, his voice in a different tone. She 
obeys and I know that he has bent her mind to his will. "Kneel and 
lick your daughter," he says with the same tone.

He looks with dispassion at Hank as I try to look at his daughter. 
June's head is blocking my view as she buries her face in her own 
daughter's cunt. 

My master slowly takes off his pants. He is sporting a massive gray 
and brown hard-on and positions himself behind the girl.

"No!" shouts Hank as my master reveals his intention.

He slowly works his dick into the small ass of the girl. She seems 
pained, but she does not cry. The master then works up a rhythm as 
the girl's mother licks her up front. "Your daughter is very tight," 
says the master. I begin to touch myself.

"You bastard! I will kill you!" shouts Hank.

"Did you want to take her ass yourself?" The girl looked at her 
daddy, but still did not cry. "Perhaps, you would like to be the one 
licking her pussy?"

"You bastard. June is under your control. That is the only reason 
she is doing what she is doing."

"Fair enough. I shall release her." That said, June scooted back 
and wound up on her ass. 

The master removes himself from Sherrie's asshole and walks over to 
where June lies. To her abject horror, he reaches down and puts his 
hand in her pussy.

"What is the matter? I am sure you would not mind if your daughter 
reciprocated?"

"You monster," says June. "How dare you suggest such a thing."

"I don't mind," came the small voice of Sherrie.

With her eyes wide, she looks to her naked daughter and then up to 
my master. She tries to scramble away from the hand buried in her 
crotch. 

Hank's eyes were wide as well. Then he looks away, defeated.

"Squick! Stop touching yourself and make sure our guest sees all," 
says my master.

I go over to Hank and turn his head to face his daughter. I use my 
fingers to keep his eyelids open and watch for myself.

The master lifts June up in the air and brings her to Sherrie. Her 
legs are draped over Sherrie's shoulders and her cunt pushed to 
Sherrie's mouth. He holds her there as Sherrie leans forward and 
licks.

"What are you doing, honey?" asks June.

"I don't mind, mommy," replies Sherrie.

"Honey, its wrong. This bad man is making you do this."

"No he isn't."

My master set her down and says, "I grow weary of this game." He 
walks behind Sherrie and says, "Look. Look at your wanton daughter, 
how she lusts for your wife and yearns for your destruction. She is 
your betrayer."

Hank could only stare in incomprehension.

"Fool, I encountered your daughter last week and turned her last 
night. It is just like parents not to notice the warning signs." The 
girl smiles and I notice her distending fangs coming into view. "I 
have no more use for her though," he says, sinking his fangs into her 
neck and ripping her head off. Seeing the look of shock and betrayal 
on the girl's face, I can not help but giggle.

"And you, hunter," says my master as he walks over to Hank. "You 
would come here to kill me with this stake?" He reaches into Hank's 
jacket to pull out a wooden stake. He then rips it into and across 
Hank's stomach, spilling out his intestines.

I hear a crash at the basement window and see a blur. My master is 
thrown into the basement wall. He is lying on the ground with his 
neck at an impossible angle.

"Damn werewolves," he says and crumples into a pile of dust.

I turn to face the attack and my throat is ripped out.


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Copyright (C) 1998 See-El, commercial rights reserved. Nom de 
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under the Berne Convention. Non-exclusive license is granted to 
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