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Danielle's Corruption
by Limeade Hippo (address withheld)
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A dark fantasy. Danielle is visited by a succubus,
enslaved and retrained. (Ff, ped, reluc, mast, oral,
mc, fantasy)
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Author's Note: This is entirely a work of fiction and
contains disturbing and offensive material. If reading
this type of thing isn't your cup of tea it would be
best to stop now. No humans or animals were hurt in the
writing of this story. Contents may have settled due to
shipping and handling. Serving suggestion only. Apply
liberally to infected area, rinse, repeat. Why are you
still reading this, the good stuff's right down there!
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Chapter One
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She floats high above the houses, seeing by spirit-
light, searching for darkness. She hungers. Most of the
souls below are already far too bright, some are almost
blinding. She fears she will never accomplish her task;
her Master will not be pleased. She almost misses the
discrete pocket of blackness directly below her; she
had thought the house empty. But no, there is a soul
there, one perfect for her needs...
Danielle stirred in her bed. Sleep wasn't coming easy
tonight. She'd already taken a hot bath and drunk a
glass of warm milk. But so far sleep eluded her. She
closed her eyes and covered them with an arm. She
sighed. A few more minutes and she'd get up, do
something else until she felt tired. She opened her
eyes and shrieked, there was someone in her bedroom!
He stood at the foot of her bed, not moving, seemingly
not even breathing. His hazel eyes bored straight into
hers. He was naked. Firm, sculpted body, just the kind
she would imagine in her very rare sessions of
daydreaming. Long wavy brown hair fell past his broad
shoulders. Danielle's gaze traveled down his body to
his erect cock. It looked... it looked somehow mouth-
watering, she felt a sudden gush of saliva. Her nipples
crinkled tight at the sight of it, and sudden heat
filled her groin. Wait a minute, something was wrong.
She pulled her eyes away from that magnificent cock. He
had no belly button. That was it. So she must be
dreaming. Danielle was not a sexual being; almost never
feeling the urges of lust. Her rare moments of
excitement were always contained, cauterized, chopped
off and dealt with at appropriate times in appropriate
places. And this was a shame for males in general,
because Danielle was gorgeous. Tall and slender, with
pert B-cup breasts, olive skin and long black hair. A
killer ass. Men flocked around her whenever she went
out, but she just had no interest in sex.
In her twenty-eight years she could count on one hand
the number of times she had masturbated. So this must
be an erotic dream, she thought to herself. And a
damned good one. Well, maybe the release would help her
get to sleep... "Okay, come on," she said, "Let's get
this over with."
She loathed taking this form, but it was the correct
one to begin with. The soul before her made the
invitation, now she could act. Invisible tendrils crept
into the soul's shell, altering here, amplifying there,
sifting through memories for material it could use...
The stranger floated towards her; now Danielle was sure
she was dreaming. He straddled her face and his legs
seemed to sink right into the mattress below. His cock
was right at her mouth, pulsating, leaking pre-cum.
Feeling arousal stronger than anything she'd ever
experienced Danielle took him into her mouth. He smiled
down at her. God, the sensation of his prick on her
tongue was fantastic! Her nipples tightened further and
she felt a gush of juices flow from her now-gaping
cunt. His hands reached down and held her head as she
sucked.
Oddly it also felt like he was caressing her tits,
gently sliding hands over and near but never on her
excited buds. Now more hands roamed her awakening body;
cupping her ass, stroking her inner thighs, her whole
body was on fire with such strong sexual sensations it
was driving her mad! Vivid bursts of memories began
flashing in her brain, almost too short to grasp; the
shower-room of her high-school gym class, filled with
naked, playful, giggling girls. Her best childhood
friend, Amy, six years old, laughing as she fell and
her skirt flew up to expose her panties.
As each memory flew past a ghostly hand would circle
her nipple or brush her now achingly swollen clit,
making her moan and thrash. A girl scout camping trip
when she was twelve, bathing in the river with Amy and
the other girls. Days at the beach when she was five,
and how good the sun's warmth felt on her chest and ass
as her mother chased her around pleading for her to put
her swimsuit back on. That one drunken party in college
when a sorority sister had kissed her and groped her
chest.
As the memories flashed past her excitement grew and
grew, she was creaming helplessly and clawing at the
sheets. The ghostly hands kept up their invisible
caresses, subtly linking images to sensations. Danielle
was so intent on her own mounting pleasure that she
barely noticed the form above her flow and change. The
throbbing cock in her mouth shrunk and split as she
kept licking and sucking, unfolding into a delicious
tasting pussy that drooled juice for her to swallow.
The stranger's hair lengthened and straightened, the
skin darkened and the pectorals grew into beautiful
breasts capped with dark, excited nipples.
A small part of Danielle's mind rebelled at the
creature's transformation; she knew she was not a
lesbian. She was barely even heterosexual, to come
right down to it. But the creature kept smiling down at
her, her body kept screaming messages of arousal to her
brain, the feather-light touches to her clit and
nipples, belly and ass kept up their relentless
assault.
Danielle was now more aroused than she'd ever been in
her life, more sexually aware and awake than she'd even
thought possible, and her mind screamed for more. She
wormed her tongue into the stranger's cunt and was
rewarded with a strong suction on her own clit. She
pumped her tongue in and out and felt a welcome tickle
on her virgin anus. Her hands flew up to pinch the
stranger's nipples and she felt her own nipples respond
in kind; it felt as if twin mouths were sucking and
biting at her suddenly sensitive peaks.
Danielle was far past the point at which she normally
would have exploded in orgasm, she felt maddened by the
lack of release and at the same time welcomed the
erotic tension; she wanted to ride the waves of bliss
forever! She moaned her need to the creature and it
smiled down at her again, a wicked smile full of
promise, full of sin. Danielle tried to suck the
stranger's entire pussy at once, her hands dropped to
cup its ass and force more hot meat into her mouth. It
just kept smiling at her.
She once again felt the tickle of a tongue at her
rosebud and her orgasm loomed visibly nearer; she stuck
a finger into the stranger's ass and her own pleasure
multiplied tenfold, a hundredfold! The ghostly hands
were suddenly everywhere; stroking, pinching, her
entire body one giant nerve ending, sending her brain
messages of pleasure, pleasure, pleasure! She freed her
mouth and screamed as her orgasm finally broke over
her; her back arching, knees trembling, hands clawing
her own nipples, every muscle in her body galvanized by
the current of desire and fulfillment. Black roses
bloomed behind her tightly shut eyes. She rocked
helplessly as her orgasm went on and on, bucking and
shaking, sweat springing out in a fine sheen everywhere
at once over her quaking body.
Her head whipped from side to side, she moaned and
squirmed, needing something further, knowing it,
feeling it but unable to find it in the delirious
madness overtaking her. Her pleasure redoubled again
and again, the mental images went past too fast to
follow, and then her achingly empty cunt was suddenly
filled with something huge, something that buzzed and
shook and thrust into her over and over and that was
it, that was too much. Danielle passed out, her now
responsive body twitching and curling into the fetal
position.
She had done her work well, she was pleased. Much
remained to be done but the beginning was better than
she had hoped for. She marked the soul clearly so it
would always be able to be found, then adjusted a few
more neural links. The soul's shell was now dormant.
Nothing further could be done this night. But there
were many, many more to come...
Chapter Two
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Danielle awoke the next morning exhausted and sore. She
groaned, then opened her eyes. Rain-washed light
filtered in through the curtains. Saturday, it was
Saturday, right? She could sleep in. She closed her
eyes again. Suddenly images sprung up in her mind;
girls, young women, in all types of dress and undress.
She felt her crotch get that hot, heavy feeling she
normally associated with handsome men. And then the
events of last night leaped into her mind; the
stranger, the ghostly hands, the waves and waves of
bliss leading to the strongest cum of her young life.
Her eyes flew open in shock! What the hell had happened
to her? That was no dream! She bounded out of bed and
raced through the house, looking for some clue...
Danielle sat in the kitchen, drinking her second cup of
coffee. She'd checked all the doors and windows, made
sure the alarm system was on and had checked its log on
her computer. No intruders. Not unless whoever it was
could get past the high-tech security system and re-
lock deadbolts from the inside. So it must have been a
dream. But it had seemed so real... Danielle had never
had much use for spirits, ghosts or anything
supernatural.
She barely even considered the possibility and
dismissed it at once; such things were for the kooks of
the world. Her mind wandered back to the stranger...
Odd, how she could remember all the details of this
dream so clearly when she normally forgot her dreams in
less than an hour. Odd, how every time she thought of
the stranger her pussy got damp and her nipples
tingled. She put it all out of her mind and got on with
her day.
She drove to the supermarket. Went up one aisle and
down the other. She was almost done with her shopping
when she noticed... A little girl, probably around
seven or eight. Shopping with her mommy. Very well
behaved for her age, not begging for anything off the
shelves. Danielle (wonder what her tender young pussy
would taste like) caught herself staring and quickly
looked away. Her eyes wanted to creep back, see if she
was (wearing any panties) maybe from the neighborhood
but she had strong self-discipline; she passed the
mother and daughter and quickly finished up and paid at
the register.
She was putting her groceries into her car when the two
came out of the store; Danielle's eyes once more locked
onto the youngster and (she could be fun we could play
together I could show her things) she felt her nipples
tighten with need. This was crazy, it was just a kid,
not even that good looking (how about naked I bet she
looks good naked and dancing on the end of my tongue)
and she was probably a brat anyway. Danielle got into
her car and drove home.
Later that afternoon Danielle was watching TV, flipping
mindlessly through the channels. She finally found a
movie she remembered not being too bad; she settled on
that. One of the characters was a girl of twelve;
Danielle found herself getting more intent every time
the girl (so pretty want to stroke her hair her skin I
want to I want her I want) came on screen. She moaned
gently and her hand rose to her breast, lightly teasing
the nipple through her T shirt and bra.
The crotch of her shorts was getting damp again;
Danielle inhaled her own musk and her excitement grew.
The girl went off screen and she groaned in loss and
flipped through the channels again, looking for but not
finding images of tender young female flesh. Suddenly
she stopped, my God, what was wrong with her! She threw
the remote from her hand as if it were a spider and
jumped off the couch, running into the bathroom to take
a cold shower. The stinging spray brought her back to
her senses, the rest of the day she kept her mind under
her harshest discipline.
But every day ends with a night. Danielle was in bed.
Once again sleep was eluding her, but not for the same
reason as before. Danielle was horny. Her body
remembered very well what had happened twenty four
short hours before and it wanted it again. She finally
gave in halfway and rummaged in her nightstand for the
latest Hollister catalogue. Holding it open to a two
page spread of shirtless young beefcake she tentatively
began touching herself, stroking her pussy and thighs.
Nothing. No dampening of her labia, her nipples flatly
refusing to erect.
She moaned her frustration and turned to a page with
teenage boys and girls together. She tried focusing on
the guys, just barely glancing at the nubile young gals
in their tight tank tops. Less than nothing. She wanted
to close her eyes, picture the little girl from the
store (so delicious and tender probably has a plump
little pussy I wonder how sensitive her nipples are)
but she refused to allow it. Her body craved release.
Her will was iron. She finally got up and took two
sleeping pills; fifteen minutes later she was out like
a light.
Chapter Three
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Three days later and Danielle had put the strange
events almost totally out of her mind. She stayed at
home Sunday, worked on crosswords and sudoku, kept the
TV off and the radio on. She felt a twinge of guilt at
missing church but made up for it with an extra on-line
donation to her favorite charity. And despite her
feeling that everyone would be able to sense some
change in her, the last two days at her job had been
completely uneventful. The strange thoughts had (soft
warm giggles) vanished and she felt in control once
more.
She rises toward the planar gate and passes through.
She desires to be at the dwelling of the marked soul
and is translated there instantly. She spends a quiet
eternity observing. The soul is as she left it; no
marks of others of her kind, no wards or barriers from
the Other Side of the Struggle. Some of the neural
links are weakened, and there is little new material in
memory to work with. But it is enough. She begins her
manipulations.
Danielle yawns, looks at the clock and decides it's
late enough; she heads into the bedroom and begins
undressing. The feel of her shirt sliding over her
shoulders is suddenly sensual, all at once she gets the
feeling that she's being watched (yes watch me watch me
undress I'll put on a show for you). She shudders and
looks around but of course no one is there.
(Disappointed I want them to see I want her to see me
to find me sexy yes...)
She hurriedly finishes stripping and climbs into bed.
The roughness of the sheets irritates her; she should
get some satin sheets, they'd feel so nice on her skin.
Danielle stretches and closes her eyes. Her body feels
so warm. Without any thought her hands begin stroking
her skin. Images begin flitting through her mind again,
girls she knew as a child, who'd have thought she could
still remember them so clearly, they all look so
innocent, so sexy...
Her eyes open wide with shock. Sexy? Little girls? A
wave of fear and disgust sweeps through her as she
realizes what she's thinking. She rolls onto her side
and someone is there, it's that girl from the
supermarket, she's naked and right beside the bed and
staring deep into Danielle's eyes and Danielle moans
with need as her body ignites, moans with shame and
fear and lust. The girl smiles at her, a sunny happy
smile, and reaches out to Danielle's breast. Her touch
is impossibly light, the slightest contact and yet it
sends Danielle into orbit, her cunt immediately gets
wet, her tits feel heavy and hot. Her need overwhelms
her and she reaches out to the girl.
Suddenly her mouth is filled with hairless young pussy,
the weight of a six year old body presses against her,
invisible hands stroke and caress and Danielle feels
something inside her mind break, she welcomes it all,
revels in the sensations. Her pussy begins pouring
nectar and she feels a tiny tongue lapping it up. Each
nipple has a tiny mouth fastened on, licking and
biting. Tongues and hands flutter over her belly, her
inner thighs, stroking her back down to the crack of
her ass.
She's helpless under the total erotic attack and yet
suddenly frantic to give, she laves the pussy
straddling her mouth and pushes her tongue between its
fat lips. A welcome gush scalds her and she swallows it
down and whines for more. Her body is gyrating on the
bed, frantic to pursue the pleasure, more frantic to
give. She somehow senses that her own orgasm won't
arrive until she's satisfied this stranger, this
apparition, this precious darling girl who's driving
her insane with lust.
Look at me. Danielle feels the command. She lifts her
eyes to the shape above her. The girl changes, melting
impossibly fast from one outline to the next but all
are recognized, all are girls Danielle has known. The
changes slow, with a gasp of pleasure she sees again
her childhood friend Amy, thrusting her five year old
pussy against Danielle's mouth; the shape shifts again
to the girl from the store and then with a wicked smile
to one last form. Long dark hair, olive skin, huge
chocolate eyes; Danielle is looking at herself at age
seven; she's licking her own cunt, tasting her own
juices.
Young Dani's eyes close with bliss and her hips thrust
faster against the invading tongue, her/their nipples
erect and tingling madly. Danielle grabs the ass of the
girl-thing and forces more of her tongue into the tight
pussy, kneading the firm ass cheeks and feeling her own
being kneaded in return, feeling a slippery tongue lash
her clit. Young Dani above her trembles, her back
arches and she cums, flooding Danielle's mouth, musk
pouring down her neck and fouling the black hair spread
beneath her. Danielle is teetering right on the edge,
one second more and she'll be there but suddenly
everything stops, the ghostly touches still, her
muscles lock in place. She looks up into the eyes of
the creature and moans her need, humps her body to find
invisible hands now absent.
Can we play again? The question fills her very being,
every cell of her body. In a rush Danielle realizes
what she's doing, what she's thinking. Shame rushes in,
guilt and fear close behind. The Dani-thing gazes
implacably down at her, waiting. Danielle somehow knows
what is being asked of her, what dark path lies ahead.
She closes her eyes against sudden tears but can still
see the Dani-thing above her; it changes back to the
girl from the store, then once again to Amy. Can we
play again? Please?
Once again the hands are stroking her, fondling her
secret places, the need to cum is overwhelming, she
must give in, she has to feel the pleasure, the
pleasure is all that matters. Danielle throws her head
back and screams, "Yes, yes make me cum make me wild
make me bad I want to be a bad girl please don't tease
me anymore I need this I need it so bad..."
The creature smiles unseen and Danielle is overcome,
great crashing crescendos of lust sweep over her.
I like you, you're hot. "Please, more, I need more..."
Her back arches, thighs tremble and cord, her nipples
burst with orgasmic fire. It feels as if hundreds of
hands and tongues, hundreds of lovers are all
worshipping at the altar of her body. Something hot and
hard invades her cunt, someone pries open her ass,
scores of feather-touches stroke her skin.
We'll have lots of fun together. "Oh God, keep going,
yes, take me, make me yours..." Her mind spins out of
control; she surrenders herself to the pleasure, seeing
little girls everywhere around her, all cumming with
her, all reflecting her own supercharged lust. Pink
bodies, tan and yellow and brown and palest white, all
writhing with her on the bed, their tiny nipples hard,
their hairless slits open and creaming.
We'll make lots of other friends. We'll all play
together. You'll bring them to me, won't you? Danielle
moans her agreement and her orgasm triples in strength.
Her hands reach out to grasp tiny waists, stroke
hairless legs, kiss virgin lips. She throws herself
from side to side just to feel the smooth skin of her
multiple lovers impact her own. "Yes, I love it, I'll
do anything, just never stop, keep loving me, keep
going, I need you, I need this, make me cum more, I
want it, I need it, I need more, more, more!"
Her body is an instrument of lust being played by a
master and the final release is total, overwhelming,
she rides the crest until finally unconsciousness
claims her.
Chapter Four
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Danielle awakened slowly that Wednesday morning,
stretching like a cat, completely aware of her body as
a pleasure machine. She'd had the best dream last
night, she couldn't remember it very well at all but
she knew it was fantastic. She closes her eyes again
and (tiny cunts glistening with virgin dew) reaches a
hand down to slowly cup her hot sex. She smiles and
gives a soft grunt of pleasure. It feels sooo good...
She rubs her clit and pinches her nipples one by one.
Slickness floods the hand at her crotch and she rubs
harder, faster. Her tongue (lots of little tongues they
feel so good licking me sucking me) darts out to
moisten her lips and she moans, grinding her hips in
slow circles. Her other hand drops to her pussy (gotta
shave today be all smooth and nice) and two fingers
slide into her sopping cavern as she continues
strumming her erect clit. In mere seconds she cums,
body arching from the bed, crying out her need to the
empty room, images (so pretty all the innocent little
girls) dancing behind her closed eyes. Danielle has
been rewired, reborn. Danielle, who's that, she thinks
to herself, I'm Dani now, why did I ever not like that
name? No matter.
Giving herself one last lingering stroke she opens her
eyes and smiles. She notices the time; she's already
late for work. She frowns and pouts her lips. Being a
paralegal used to be so cool, but now she thinks it's
boring. She's got some savings and some vacation pay
coming, she decides to quit and do something else with
her life. After a while, of course. First she deserves
some time for herself.
"Janice? It's me, I know I'm late... It's me, Dani.
Dani! Danielle, yeah. Listen, I'm not coming in, in
fact I quit. Sudden? I guess. Look, I don't care, okay?
I need to do something... different. Just mail me my
last check, and make sure I get my vacation time on
there too. What stuff? Oh, yeah. I don't care, burn it
or give it away, whatever. Yeah, I'll miss you too.
Bye." Click. "Whatever, bitch."
One bath, one shave and several orgasms later Dani
stood in front of her closet. What the hell had she
been thinking when she bought this crap? All her
clothes were drab greys and browns, ugh. She finally
found a pair of jeans shorts that were a size too small
and wiggled into them. That and a white shirt tied at
the midriff would have to do. She turned in front of
the mirror, loving how the shorts clung to her ass,
feeling the rough fabric against her freshly shaved
pussy.
Wow. She was tempted to bring herself off again but
shopping was more important right now, gotta get some
bright, fun clothes! She tied her hair into pigtails
and admired the effect. She felt herself getting wet
again, in this get-up she looked like she could pass
for a teenager! Giving her braless tits one rough
squeeze she headed for the door.
She was driving her Mustang convertible to the mall
when she noticed the shop; she quickly braked and
parked up the street. Why didn't she think of this
before, a consignment shop would be perfect! And this
one catered specifically to teens, the thought of
wearing a top or some shorts that had been worn by a
young hottie was a real turn on. She went in and began
browsing. A sales woman offered help but Dani shooed
her away, she was too busy fantasizing about the girls
who'd once worn each item she examined. She had quite
an armful selected when a male voice again offered her
assistance. It was the store manager, a handsome man in
his forties.
It was clear from his manner that he found her
attractive; his eyes barely rose above Dani's neck. At
first she was irritated but then (watch me look at me
I'm sexy you think I'm hot don't you you want to fuck
me) she realized it was really quite flattering. She
began teasing him; bending over or sticking her chest
out, playing with her pigtails. The poor man had to
hunch over to hide his obvious cock-stand. She finally
brought everything up to the register; the manager
handled her purchases himself, trying in vain to get
some positive response out of her but she kept playing
dumb. And when she handed him her ID for the credit
card check his face grew red as a brick; she didn't
know how old he thought she was but he sure as hell
didn't think she was twenty eight! Dani giggled all the
way back to her car.
One of the items she'd bought was a bikini top; Dani
almost drooled at the thought of the pert young titties
it had once held. She decided to drive to the beach and
work on her tan a little. Once there she changed into
the tiny top right there in her car, the thought of
someone seeing her cute B-cup tits got her pussy damp
all over again. She got her lounge chair and towel out
of the trunk and hiked to the sand. Now where to set up
her chair? Oh my God, there's a mother and three
daughters over there, look at them, they look so cute
in their swimsuits!
Dani set up camp nearby and tried not to stare too much
as the girls frolicked in the waves. All of them have
hair of gold, like their mother, but the youngest one
doesn't have curls at all, Dani thought to herself with
a giggle. The youngest of the three ran up to her mom
and Dani drank in the sight of her; the way the wet
fabric clung to her bubble butt, the tan lines, the
tiny bumps of her nipples hidden by a single layer of
cloth. Dani (I want her want to play with her have her
lick me) had to calm down, she had an overwhelming urge
to just grab the child and (eat her right here in the
sun they can all watch us cum they can join in we can
all cum) bring her home with her. She got up and ran
into the waves to cool off.
Later that evening and Dani was back home. She hadn't
been able to resist playing with herself in the ocean,
just a quick cum, that girl had been so innocent, so
sexy! Then she'd driven around with the top down,
checking out the (playgrounds the parks where do all
the little girls go after school) neighborhood and
showing off her new bikini top. For right now though
she was starving.
She rooted around in the fridge but couldn't find
anything she wanted to eat, just disgusting stuff like
tofu and wheat-grass juice, ugh. She'd have to go to
the store again, she sat down and made a list of (gotta
buy some rope and duct tape find some pot some
chloroform maybe some percocet get wine too gotta go to
the sex-shop vibrators big ones little ones butt plugs
nipple-clamps) foods that appealed to her now. But
going out again would be so much trouble. She called
for a big greasy pizza instead. While she waited she
fired up her computer and went online.
Many hours later and Dani was dizzy with excitement.
She's had no idea, none, of all the wonderful pictures
and video available online! Type the right words into a
search engine or peer-sharing network and you were
practically bombarded! Now she was sitting in a pool of
her own pussy juice, her nipples sore from all the tugs
she'd given them when a particularly sexy image or
video came up. She'd managed to hold off masturbating
but it was getting to be too much, she finally shut
things down and went into the bedroom. She lay on her
queen sized bed and began rubbing her naked skin all
over with slow, gentle strokes.
Her legs scissored open and closed as she kneaded her
swollen cunt lips with one hand and mauled her right
tit with the other. Her thighs began trembling
uncontrollably as her excitement rose higher and
higher. Memories of the girl at the beach flashed
behind her closed eyes, that little girls butt was so
enticing! She rolled over onto her stomach and stuck
her own ass into the air, moaning and fingering her
clit.
She watched the marked soul writhe in lust, feeding off
the powerful energy. She examined its mind. The
connections were stronger than ever. There were
thousands of new memories to work with. But no plans
other than vague, unworkable ideas that would quickly
remove its freedom. That would never do, she was to
bring in new souls, innocent souls to feed her and her
sisters. Innocence corrupted was needed; the tool would
have to be sharpened...
Dani was frantic, she imagined the girl from the beach
tonguing her pussy but it just wasn't the same, she
needed (her master where was her master please come to
me cum with me make me dirty make me bad) something
more, and then suddenly it was there. She felt two
little hands grab her ass cheeks and spread them apart,
felt a hesitant tongue lick her. She looked back and
someone (some thing) was there, looking just like her
fantasy girl.
Dani suddenly remembered everything; the creature
behind her was her corruptor, her demon lover, her
sweet master. She remembered her life before, how dull
and purposeless she had been. Now she has a purpose, a
dark purpose yes but one that gives her what she
craves, what she needs! Dani cried out in joy as a
little fist pushed into her cunt and pumped in and out.
She moaned and panted, thrusting back at the welcome
invasion. Her abused nipples crinkled tight and sent
jolts of excitement directly to her brain and her
pussy.
"Oh, yes, fist me, it's so good, you make me feel sooo
good, fuck me with your little hand..." A probing
tongue wet her anus and slid inside and Dani gushed out
a gallon of juice from her cunt, lubricating the girl-
creature's fist and making wet sucking sounds. Dani
moaned again in pleasure and ground her tits into the
sheets, licking her lips and shaking with the nearness
of release.
Dani. The voice was everywhere inside her, its
soundless power making her cream again with the need to
serve. Dani, you must find us a playmate. We need to
teach her, to show her all this... And wild sparks of
pre-orgasmic joy shot through Dani, her body helplessly
quaking with the power of it. If you don't help me soon
I'll leave, I'll find someone else...
"No! Don't leave don't stop I'll be good I'll find her,
you'll see, just never leave me I need this so much!"
Dani was sobbing, tears scalding her cheeks as she
thrust her ass back onto the creature's impaling fist
and tongue, "Show me, teach me, tell me how to help
just don't stop don't ever stop pleasing me, I beg
you!"
The fist withdrew from her and Dani cried out with loss
but then tiny but incredibly strong hands flipped her
over and the girl-creature's head lowered to Dani's
sopping crotch. Its lips fastened onto Dani's clit and
Dani threw her head back and screamed out her
satisfaction. She whined in lust as images once more
began spiraling behind her eyes; a twelve year old
stripping for the camera, the sweet plump curve of an
eight year old's pussy mound, tiny nipples begging to
be sucked, beautifully curved young asses sticking up
in the air. "Oh yes, suck me, bite my clit, bite it
hard, you beautiful thing you, I need you, want you so
bad, give me your cunt, I have to lick your cunt!"
The girl-creature rotated her body instantly, her mouth
never leaving Dani's soaking pussy but now its mound
was directly over Dani's face and Dani plunged her
tongue between the fat hairless lips. The feel of its
weight on her, pressing into her tits and grinding
against her belly was sheer heaven. Dani moaned into
its open cunt and grabbed its ass, kneading and
squeezing the tender skin. Little whimpers of lust
sounded from the succubus, feeding Dani's need to give,
to please, to make it cum with her.
The girl-creature began to change, to shrink, and Dani
curved her neck up to keep contact with its nectar-
filled box. She opened her eyes to see what looked like
a four year old girl riding her, writhing in need and
clutching her thighs, giving out high sweet moans of
pleasure. Dani's tongue was gripped tightly by the now-
shrunken pussy and she waggled it fiercely and pumped
it in as far as it would go. The girl-creature's head
pushed down and it sucked harder on Dani's clit and
then it and Dani came together, spasming uncontrollably
as their orgasms crashed through them.
She watched her new slave thrash and quake and fed
richly off the lust streaming brightly out of its body
and mind. The feedback-loop was firmly in place, never
to be broken; whenever its lust-energy reached high
enough levels it would perceive its master as cumming
with it, heterodyning the energy, supercharging it and
simultaneously reinforcing Her control. Once again the
soul's consciousness suddenly retreated from the
overdose of bliss; She noted with satisfaction that the
tolerance level had increased. She poured new knowledge
into the sleeping mind, when it awoke it would be much
more cunning in how its prey was stalked.
Enough for the moment. She must return to Her own
Master, she knew he would be pleased...
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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