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Date: Thu, 22 Jun 95 23:46:31 EST
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cynner@netcom.com (Cynner)
DemonChilde - The Conception


WARNING!!!  This story contains graphic violence, violent sex & rape,
demons, satanism, human sacrifice, gay sex, child sex, torture, bondage,
and alot more.  If you find these things offensive, stop now!  If not,
read on.


DemonChilde - Part One - The Conception;  by Cynner
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Comments are welcome, but not hate mail;  If you want to tell me
how sick and twisted I am, keep it to yourself, if you have
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     Kelly was awakened by a noise in her bedroom.  She held still
and peered about the room.  She saw nothing out of the ordinary. 
Must have been the house settling, she thought, as she settled back
down to try and get another couple hours rest before having to go
to her dreary day job.  When she turned her back towards it, one of
the shadows detached itself from the wall and crept towards her. 
The shadow hovered over her for a moment, and then attacked.  It
extended tendrils and encircled her body and limbs.  Kelly's eyes
widened in shock and as she opened her mouth to scream, a black
appendage thrust itself into her mouth.  The other shadowy limbs
pulled the sheets back, exposing her pale body to the moonlight
that streamed in through her window.  They grasped her arms and
pulled them out at right angles to her body, her legs they spread
as far apart as possible.  Then the shadow demon raised her up off
the bed.  She closed her eyes to blot out the form that floated
above her, but smaller tendrils extended and pried her eyelids
open.  She saw eye-shaped pits filled with flames directly over her
face, and the thick tendril that filled her mouth seemed to
originate where this creature's mouth must be.  
     The black shade was predominantly human shaped, except where
various tendrils branched off it's body.  More phantom filaments
stretched from it's head and weaved themselves into her long blond
hair.  It jerked her head up so she was forced to view the rest of
her body.  Multitudes of appendages had extended themselves from
it's torso and were caressing her.  Some encircled her full, round
breasts.  They flickered over her nipples and squeezed her breasts,
then tightened around her nipples and squeezed hard.  The nipples
responded by hardening and turning a dark purple.  Kelly writhed
from the pain, but the phantom held her still.  Her tormentor
started to pinch her nipples rhythmically, clamping down and then
loosening it's grip repeatedly.  
     As this was occurring, numerous small tendrils were extending
to her nether-regions.  They fluttered over her vaginal lips,
slowly prying them apart.  Kelly tried desperately to tighten her
muscles and hold her pussy shut.  In her head she heard dark
laughter at her worthless attempts.  One tendril pulled the hood of
her clitoris back and another lightly caressed her exposed sensory
organ.  It felt wet and hot against her clit and she was becoming
aroused in spite of herself.  Other finger-like shadows explored
her lips, pulling back first the outer pair then the inner.  Her
vaginal walls glistened with her juices as they moved to explore
the depths.  They caressed her insides like butterfly wings,
turning, and twisting.  Completely beside herself, Kelly came.  As
she climaxed she felt a piercing pain deep inside as one of the
tendrils forced it's way past her cervix.  Her uterus cramped as
more and more of them thrust their way through.  They pulled her
cervix open, one inch, then two inches, then three and four. 
Kelly's eyes streamed with tears, she had never given birth but was
sure this must be how it felt.  Deep guttural moans issued from her
throat.  When the foul wormy limbs had forced her as far open as
they could, most of them withdrew, except the few that held her
inner doorway open.  They weren't done yet though.  They moved
towards her anus and slipped inside.  Kelly's muscles flexed and
strained, but that was all she could do.  She could not move an
inch.  Her arms and legs ached with the strain of being pulled so
far apart.  She bore down on her sphincter muscle, but the tendrils
relentlessly pulled them apart.  She felt the delicate skin of her
anus rip and tear as it was stretched open further than it was ever
meant to be.
     She felt the limb in her mouth move and she shifted her vision
to it.  It was thickening and growing, pushing deeper and deeper
into her throat.  The demon pulled her head back, opening her
throat up in a straight line from her mouth.  The organ extending
from it's mouth was becoming more and more phallic like.  Two large
penises were growing from between it's legs, they were well over
two feet long and thicker than Kelly's ankle.  The member in her
mouth began to thrust in and out, never pulling completely out so
she could scream.  Her neck would distend from it's deep thrusts,
and she was forced to swallow her vomit as her stomach heaved
repeatedly.  
     The other two organs ripped into her at the same time.  The
one in her cunt barreled it's way through her canal, cleaved her
cervix and bruised her womb.  It pounded into her like a battering
ram, and her stomach bulged with each inward thrust.  The other
penis tore her ass apart.  Blood flowed freely each time it pulled
out.  Both would pull all the way out and then slam into her
repeatedly.  Her stomach cramped from the beating it was taking, as
did many of her other vitals.  Kelly passed out from the pain, the
demon paid no heed, but continued fucking her.  It's body bucked as
it drove all three of it's members into her.  Blood and other
juices glistened wetly on all three shafts.  The organs thickened,
ramming into her like logs.  A number of her teeth were knocked
lose and blood flowed freely from her vagina as well.  Kelly
returned to consciousness just as the hell shadow's burning jism
shot into her.  All three organs poured their loads into her at the
same time.  The only noise that accompanied the shadow's orgasm was
a wet slopping sound, the sharp smacking of flesh against flesh,
and Kelly's frenzied breathing.  



DemonChilde - Part II - The Birthing

     This chapter was written while listening to the soundtrack for
"EraserHead".
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                    June 7, 1994 - 14:23

     "Oh..baby..ugh.  Oh yes!  Do it to me!  Ummmmmmm. 
Harder...yes!  Fuck me!"  Yelled the bleach blond as her partner
pulled out his huge cock and pumped come all over her back.  The
couple was suddenly blotted out by the globs of jism that
splattered against the television screen.  The origin of the sperm
was sitting three feet away from the tv, furiously jerking his
cock.  
     "Ughhhhhh!!!"  he moaned, as he watched the porn star shove
his thick rod into her asshole.  
     "Thokk!!  Thokk!! Thokk!!" suddenly interrupted his orgasm as
someone banged on his door.
     "Go away!  I'm busy!"  he cried while sliding his organ
through his greasy hands, furtively trying to bring it back to it's
former glory.
     The door rattled in its frame as the person on the other side
hammered it.  
     "Open the door!" cried a female voice, "It's an emergency!"
     At the sound of a woman, Joe quickly shoved his penis back in
this pants.  Searching around desperately he grabbed a pillow from
the couch and wiped the come off the screen with it and threw it
back on the couch.
     "I'm coming!!" he yelled, then under his breath he laughed at
his own joke.  He tried to pull his shirt down over his
considerable girth, but he couldn't get it below his belly button. 
He glanced in the mirror next to the door and tried to slick back
his thinning hair.  Shaking his head at the hopelessness of it, he
opened the door.
     "Uh, yeah?  Can I help you?"  he asked, taken back by the
black and white figure standing in the hallway.
     "I think so.  Are you the landlord of this building?"  the nun
asked.
     "Uh yeah."
     "My name is Sister Catherine, my sister hasn't been to work
for three days, and when I tried to call her, no one answered the
phone.  I would like to check her apartment.  Her name is Kelly
Anderson, do you know her?"
     "Oh yeah!" he said with a little too much enthusiasm.
     The nun looked at him askance, "Can I have the key?"
     "Uh, no, but I'll take you up there.  I can't let just anyone
into a tenants apartment."
     Sister Catherine glared at him.
     "Not that I don't trust you or anything Sister, it's just
policy." he quickly added.
     
     Joe grabbed his set of passkeys and the two of them went up
the three flights of stairs to Kelly's apartment.  Catherine
sniffed at the air when Joe opened the door.
     The two of them looked at each other puzzled and she hurried
through the small apartment.  Catherine opened the door to the
bedroom and they both heard a faint buzzing noise.  Joe took one
look into the room, fell to his knees and heaved up his breakfast. 
Catherine gasped and ran to her sister's side.  Kelly lay in a heap
on the ripped and blood covered sheets.  The walls were splattered
with red and a shifting black pattern.  She drew back in revulsion
when she realized that the black was a mass of flies.  Looking down
at her sister she saw dozens of the winged insects crawling out of
Kelly's mouth.  She uncontrollably retched and covered her mouth. 
Getting her stomach under control she waved her hand at the flies. 
They buzzed irritably at the interruption of their meal and circled
away warily.  She reached out and felt Kelly's throat for a pulse. 
There was one, faint, but it was there.
     "Call an ambulance!!" she shouted.  Then grasped the crucifix
that hung around her neck firmly in her hand and mumbled a prayer
under her breath.
     Catherine looked at her sister's body.  The eyes staring
sightlessly at the wall.  She looked closer at the eyes and saw the
eyelids were torn.  Kelly was missing all of her front teeth and
her arms and legs were at weird angles.  Catherine moved further
down the bed.  She saw that the sheets under Kelly were stained
with feces and urine as well as blood.  There were more flies
covering her genitals which she shooed away.  She drew back in
shock to see the mutilation that had been done to her sister.  The
bones of her pelvis were obviously broken, her vagina was a mass of
ripped and torn flesh.  She looked in horror up at Kelly's face to
see her looking back at her.  The room around her faded as she fell
to the floor.

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     Catherine awoke with a concerned face looking down on her. 
She quickly sat up and looked around.  The room spun for a moment,
then resolved itself into a hospital room.  She looked back at the
nurse who smiled at her.  
     "Where's Kelly?" she asked.
     The smile slipped from the nurse's face, replaced with
sadness.       
     "She's in surgery." the nurse answered.  "We need to know if
she has any other family that we should contact."
     "No," Catherine replied, "I'm her only family."
     "Then we need you to sign some forms for us as soon as you
can."
     "What happened to her, do they know yet?" 
     "I can't really go over that with you, you'll have to wait for
her doctor.  The police want to ask you some questions too." the
nurse replied.  "You'll have to excuse me, I have to finish my
rounds."  She hurried out of the room before Catherine could ask
her anything else.

     
     A few hours later a tall man with black hair and wearing a
doctors uniform visited her.  He carried a pile of papers with him.
     "Good evening Sister Catherine, I'm Dr. Jordon.  I know that
you've had a large shock today, I take it that you are feeling
better now?  At least physically?" he questioned her.
     She nodded her head.  He swung the table over her bed and
placed the papers he'd brought with him in front of her.  
     "We have some release forms that need signed.  Your sister has
suffered serve trauma, it appears that she was beaten and raped by
at least three men."
     Catherine gasped in shock and began to whisper prayers.  Dr.
Jordon waited in silence for her to finish.
     "All four of her limbs were dislocated, and she suffered from
over a dozen broken bones.  She has internal bleeding and injuries
to her vagina, mouth and anus that could not have been caused by a
human male penis.  We think that some large object was forced into
these orifices.  The police will want to talk to you, but I need
you to sign these forms so we can go ahead and give her the "after-
pill"."
     "The 'after-pill'?" Catherine asked.
     "Yes.  When there's been a rape, it's used to make sure that
the victim doesn't become pregnant."
     "No!"
     "What?  If she's pregnant she'll have the child of her
rapists!  Surely you can't want that to happen?" the doctor asked
incredulously.
     "You can't murder that baby!  I won't allow it!  It shouldn't
be punished for its father's crimes."
     "I would say that Kelly shouldn't be punished either, but
she's catatonic, and there's no sign of her recovering.  We need to
make arrangements for long term care."
     "I'll have her admitted to "Our Lady of Blessed Silence", I
work there.  That way I can take care of her."
     The doctor regards her silently for a moment, then shows her
what forms to fill out.

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                    Feb. 14, 1995

     Footsteps echoed hollowly through the door lined corridor. 
Disturbing their numerous denizens, who respond in differing ways
to the noise.  Some scream and rant, curse or beg to be released. 
Others retreat and cower in the furthest corner of their cells. 
Many were too absorbed in their own worlds to notice the reality
around them.  When she reaches a doorway towards the end of the
hallway, she paused for a moment.  Gathering her courage around her
and praying to Mother Mary for strength, she punched a code in on
the keyboard lock.
     Out of the corner of her eye she saw something move back down
the hall.  Glancing quickly towards it, she saw nothing.  So
proceeded into the room.  As soon as the door shut behind her, the
shadows began to writhe and creep towards the various cell doors.


     Catherine looked at her sister as she lay naked strapped to
the table.  Another nun was fitting a plastic bit in her mouth, so
she wouldn't bite her tongue from the pain.  Kelly's stomach was
hugely swollen, and her breasts heavy with milk.  After the
previous incidents, when she had suddenly come out of her catatonia
and attempted to kill herself, they had kept her restrained.  They
would take no risks now.  The door opened behind her and a man and
a woman entered.  The other nun, whose name-tag read "Sister Anne",
greeted the pair and introduced them to Sister Catherine.
     "This is Doctor Ramen," she said gesturing towards the blond
man, "and this is Doctor Hillen.", motioning to the raven haired
woman.  Sister Catherine shook hands with both of them, then gave
them Kelly's medical file.  
     "Her contractions are about a minute apart, we don't have much
time." she told them.
     "Put her legs in the stirrups, and prep her." Dr. Ramen
ordered as he slipped on his rubber gloves.
     Sister Anne placed Kelly's feet in the stirrups and buckled
the soft straps around her ankles.  She then broke the wrapper on
a sterile wipe and swabbed her exposed vagina and surrounding area. 
     Dr. Hillen pointed her flashlight up the canal and exclaimed
sharply, "I can see the head!"  Looking up, she could see Kelly's
stomach writhe with contractions.
     "Jesus."  Dr. Ramen breathed, earning him a sharp look from
both nuns.  "Sorry." he apologized.


     The guard sat at his desk staring intently at the monitor that
showed the interior of Kelly's cell.  He had adjusted the camera so
it zoomed in on her exposed pussy.  His hands rubbed his crotch and
he moaned with desire.  As he inhaled, a dark smoke seemed to flow
into his nose.  His eyes widened in shock and he began to cough
violently.  Blood flowed freely from his nose and he doubled up in
pain.  He fell to the floor, knocking his chair aside as he fell. 
His feet pounded against the tile and he thrashed about, slamming
his head against the base of the console.  Suddenly he stilled and
stood up.  He gazed at the console with pupil-less eyes and reached
out and hit the override switch.  He punched in his security code
and flipped the lever to "Open".  Then a huge smile split his face
and he walked to the now open door of the violent ward.  

     The four stared in horror at what was emerging from Kelly's
birth canal.  Clawed hands reached out from between her lips and
dug into the outer flesh, pulling itself out.  Kelly slammed
against her restraints, they cut into her wrists and ankles and
blood dripped on the floor.  A misshapen head tore the skin of her
pussy as it forced its way out.  It vomited the fluid out of its
lungs while pulling its torso out of its former prison.  It nosed
around blindly then clambered up in Kelly's stomach, using its
claws to help it climb.  It chewed through the umbilical cord and
crawled to one of Kelly's swollen tits.  Where it began to suckle. 
Kelly looked up at it in horror, intelligence showing on her face
for the first time in nine months and she struggled to dislodge it. 
It dug in with claws on its hands and feet and blood oozed out from
around its mouth as it sucked greedily.
     "Ughhh,...Kill it!"  Sister Anne cried, "It's an abomination!"
     As Dr. Ramen moved towards the baby the cell door sprang open,
and they saw the security guard standing there.  Catherine yelled
in surprise, as she was about to ask him what was going on, she saw
the inmates clustered behind him.  They burst in the room,
descended on Dr. Ramen and dragged him out into the hallway.  Six
more rushed in and grabbed Dr. Hillen, she kicked and screamed as
they took her out of the room.  More jumped on Sister Anne and
Sister Catherine.  The guard moved towards Kelly and picked up the
baby, he handed it to a mad woman who stood behind him.  She
wrapped it up in a towel and slipped out of the room.  He moved to
Kelly's head and removed the plastic bit from her mouth.  Kelly
looked up at him and saw his eyes with their unbroken circles of
blue, which were suddenly superimposed with gaping pits filled with
flame.  Her scream echoed around the padded room.
     "Shut up bitch, I don't want you this time." said the guard as
he knocked her unconscious.  He unbuckled her straps and tossed her
effortlessly aside.  She hit the wall and slid down into a heap in
the corner.  He motioned towards Sister Anne and her captives
dragged her to the table.  He pulled her habit off as they strapped
her down.  Her brown hair fell over the edge of the table.  He
pushed the head rest all the way in, so her head just hung over the
ledge.  He walked around the table, surveying his captive.

     In the hallway the inmates had ripped the clothing off of the
doctors and had forced Dr. Hillen to take Dr. Ramen's penis in her
mouth.  Hands moved her head up and down on his quickly harding
shaft.  Dr. Ramen struggled to break free, but there were too many
of them.  An extremely fat woman came and sat on his face.  She
ground her pussy into his nose, cackling madly.  Her buttchecks
completely engulfed his head.  She screamed and jumped up, blood
flowing from her vaginal area.  Dr. Ramen spit out a piece of flesh
and screamed.  The fat woman laughed at him and kicked him in the
head.  Then she squatted over him and defecated.  Her shit
splattered all over his face.  She then sat back down on his face
and rubbed herself against him, smearing shit everywhere.  
     Dr. Hillen's ass was forced up in the air and one of the men
started fingering her anus.  He forced two fingers in, then four,
then he folded his thumb alongside the other fingers and shoved his
hand up her into her ass.  She screamed in pain and another of her
torturers yanked her head up by the hair and shoved his cock into
her mouth.  Vomit leaked out around her rapists penis as he shoved
his nine inches down her throat.  The man at her backside was
shoving his arm up her ass as deep as he could.  She fought and
tried to contort her body out of their grip, but the others held
her tight.  Another woman squirmed under her, started sucking on
one of her nipples, looked at it questioningly, then bit it off. 
Dr. Hillen's body convulsed and she struggled to free herself.  The
man at her head looked confused as he pulled his groin away from
her mouth and his severed member spurted blood on Dr. Hillen's
face.  He fell over backwards and another took his place.  The
doctor tried to spit the penis out, but the other man shoved it
back inside her mouth, then drove his own member in.  
     The man with the amputated penis crawled away from the scene
of violence and vomited a black, oily substance onto the floor. 
When he finished he started screaming and grasped his genitals. 
The puddle of oily stuff slid over to Dr. Ramen.  His captives saw
it and forced his face in it.  The liquid flowed upwards into his
nose and he started to convulse.  He looked up at his captors,
their pupil-less eyes met and they all laughed.  
     Dr. Ramen crawled over to Dr. Hillen, the man at her ass had
pulled his arm out and was shoving his cock into her pussy.  While
the one at her face was still raping her mouth.  Her face was blue
and her eyes bulged out.  The woman was still chewing on one of Dr.
Hillen's tits, shredding the flesh with her teeth.  She smiled up
at Dr. Ramen, blood dripping from her lips.  Various other couples
and groups were copulating about the hallway.  A woman was shoving
a broom handle into another man's ass.  A large man was raping a
petite woman, his thick, greasy cock lifting her off the ground
with each thrust.  The fat woman who had defecated on Dr. Ramen's
face approached him and began to lick it off his face.  He forced
her roughly to her hands and knees, spread her cheeks apart and
shoved his member rudely up her crack.  

     In the room the guard was playing with various surgical
instruments.  He used a scalpel to cut off her clothing.  Then he
locked the stirrups in the fully open position.  Anne's heavy
breasts shook with fear, tears streaming from her eyes as she
prayed.  He pushed a speculum up Sister Anne's ass and cranked it
as wide open as possible.  While he kneeled between her thighs he
examined her pussy, then with an exclamation of delight he leapt
back up to her face.     
     "Are you a virgin, sister?" he questioned.  Sister Anne's eyes
widened further with fear and the demon possessed man laughed
manically.  He looked about the room and spotted Sister Catherine. 
     "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you!" then to her
captors, "Strip her and warm her up."  The madmen immediately
complied, tearing her clothes off with their fingernails.  They
pinched and licked her exposed flesh.  One of them buried his head
in her pussy, while another straddled her neck and jerked off on
her face.  
     With the scalpel he carefully cut patterns into the skin of
Anne's breasts and stomach.  Just barely dragging the instrument
over her flesh.  She screamed, more in fear than in pain.  The
guard looked down at her and "tsked" his tongue against his front
teeth.
     "My, my, my, such a little cry baby."
     "Who are you?  Why are you doing this to us??" Anne cried.
     "I?  I am the Lord of Flies.  Why?  To celebrate the birth of
my child and because it's fun.  My minions have possessed the
bodies of the crazed.  When we are finished, they will leave them
and they will have to face what they did.  They experience
everything that happens, they feel everything, and they will
remember.  It's nearly a divine form of torture, don't you think?"
     Anne jerked her head away as the creature reached out to
caress her face.  He grabbed her hair and turned her head towards
him.
     "But you my dear, you I think I'll take with me."  Beelzebub
striped off his clothes.  Looking down at his five inch hard on, he
laughed.
     "This will hardly do."  He looked towards one of the insane
and with a cutting gesture a black shadow flew out of it's mouth. 
The body collapsed to the floor as the shadow attached itself to
its Lord's penis.  The organ thickened and elongated, its surface
grew bumps.  It darkened to a deep black and the bumps became
scales.  It stretched out to three feet in length and the head of
the penis split open, revealing sharp fangs and a forked tongue. 
Its mouth closed and it reared back, it fixed its gaze balefully on
Sister Anne.
     "Much, much better.  Now I'll enjoy myself, but I'm not sure
you will." he giggled.
     The trousersnake lunged at Anne's pussy and shoved its way in. 
Screams were torn from her throat as she felt it bite her inside. 
The snake wiggled around, then stiffened as its master began
thrusting it in rhythmically.  Its scales glistened with her
virginal blood.  Anne's screams slowly subsided, to be replaced
with moans.
     "Oh, I see, you do like it.  You're not a nun, you're a
whore."
     Her vaginal lips slipped along the black shaft, the scales
gripping the flesh and pulling.  Half of the long cock forced its
way inside her.  The snake suddenly writhed and thrashed around in
her tunnel.  Anne's moans rose in volume and pitch as the demon
cock twisted inside her.  
     "Yes!  Oh yes!  Don't....don't stop." she groaned.
     "You like this?  Oh, yes you do.  Say that you're mine and
I'll make you feel like this forever."
     "Noooo...oh..oh"
     A small appendage extended itself from the base of his cock
and lightly tickled Sister Anne's clit.
     "AHHHH!!!!!"
     It began to vibrate quickly against her hard nub.
     Her body bucked against the restraints and she slid more of
the demon's cock into her juicy pussy.  She started to jerk and her
nipples hardened.  Beelzebub reached a hand up and lightly pinched
one of her erect nipples.  Then twisted and rubbed it between his
fingers.  He placed his other hand on the opposite breast and
kneaded them both.  
     "See what you were missing?  Though no human lover could make
you feel like this.  Say you'll be mine!"
     "Yes!  Yes!  I'm yours!"  Anne yelled.
     "Noooooo!!!!!" screamed Sister Catherine.  "No!!!" She
struggled to escape, to stop Anne from selling her soul.
     "Too late!" the demon laughed gleefully and shoved all three
feet of his cock into Anne.  Her body jerked and blood fountained
out her mouth.  Her throat stretched and the snake's head erupted
out of her mouth.  Beelzebub dug his fingers into Anne's breasts as
he shot his load across the room.  The snake hissed at Catherine as
it sprayed her with a milky white fluid.
     The sound of sirens could be heard approaching from the
distance.
     "Oh, time to go!  I'll come back for you some other time
Catherine!" the demon pronounced as a thick cloud oozed from his
mouth and nostrils.  The penis-snake liquified and poured out of
Anne's pussy and mouth, then faded into the shadow of the table. 
All the inmates collapsed as their various demons left them. 
Screams and sobs filled the room as they realized what they had
done.  Realized what they now had to face as the police burst into the ward
and stared in horror.


DemonChilde - Part III - Childhood   by Cynner

                         March 9, 1995

     Sunlight reflected blindingly off the gleaming snow.  Mrs.
Ross shaded her eyes with her hand as she regarded the couple on
the doorstep.   Mr. and Mrs. Hoffman were in their late thirties
and it was obvious that they had money.  He with his Armani suit
and she with her diamonds and pearls, not to mention the mercedes
parked in front of the orphanage.  The woman held a baby bundled up
against the winter chill.  
     "We found her right here, about a month ago." Mrs. Ross told
them.
     "We were just lucky, I guess." the man answered as he smiled
at his wife.
     "Do you have a name for her yet?" Mrs. Ross inquired.
     "Danae." the woman replied.
     


     "Melissa, this is your new sister."  Lisa Hoffman told her 7
year old daughter.  They stood looking down at the baby as it
wiggled in its crib.
     "But why mom?  Was I bad?" the girl asked beseechingly.
     "No honey, I told you that you weren't bad.  We didn't get
Danae because we don't love you anymore, but because we wanted
another daughter and for you to have a sister.  We tried for a long
time, but something happened to me and I couldn't have any more
children." her mom answered.
     "Well I don't like her!  I don't want a sister!  Take her
back!" she yelled as she ran from the room crying.
     Lisa hurried out of the room after her natural born daughter.
The baby began to cry, but no one was there to hear it.

     

     The nursery's windows were shuttered tight against the
blizzard that roared outside.  The baby lay in its cradle, wrapped
warmly in its blankets.  Melissa glared down at her adopted sister,
her eyes glittering with hate.  
     "Mommy and daddy don't love me any more, and it's all your
fault!  Mommy spends all her time with you, she doesn't do anything
with me!"  The older girl reached down and squeezed the baby's
face.  The infant began to wail in fear and pain.
     "They can't hear you, they went out to dinner.  I had to stay
here with you!" she hissed through gritted teeth.  "It's all your
fault!  When you're gone they'll love me again!!"  Melissa slipped
her hands around the baby's throat.  
     "I'll be mommy's little girl again!"  Danae's face turned blue
but she still struggled against her sister's hands.
     Melissa didn't know what hit her when she suddenly found
herself cart-wheeling through the air.  Her body hit the far wall
with a thud and the crunching of bones.  The pink elephant
wallpaper was smeared with red.  She weakly raised up her head and
looked towards her sister.  A large shadowy figure was bending over
the crib.  Then it swung around and faced her.
     "You would hurt my daughter?" the voice that sounded like the
buzzing of flies inquired.  "You would try to KILL my daughter?" 
The figure loomed over her and she felt herself jerked roughly into
the air.  Wisps of smoke surrounded her, seeming to hold her up. 
The bones in her right leg scraped together eliciting a series of
ear splitting screams from deep in her lungs.
     "Like you said, there's no one here to listen to your screams,
except me, not that I mind.  I think it's quite beautiful, so
scream all you'd like."  
     Melissa shrieked, cried, and tried vainly to free herself from
the grip of her hellish captor.  The shadow just held her in the
air until she wore herself out.  Finally, she lay there limply,
sobbing quietly.
     "There, now that you got that all out of your system, I'll do
your a favor.  I wouldn't want you to leave this plane with out
experiencing the full pleasures of it."
     The girl looked at him in fear as his features began to
coalesce into those of her father.  Though she was pretty sure that
her father didn't have a pee-pee like this thing had.  It wrapped
around his waist and peered up at her with one large green eye.  It
blinked at her in what would be a comical way, if it weren't so
horrifying.  Her father's double held her tightly to its chest, it
raised a black clawed hand in front of her face.  (She was sure her
dad didn't have those).  He reached out and lightly flicked at the
buttons on her blouse.  They fell off, their threads severed by his
razor sharp claws, and rolled aimlessly about the floor.  He tucked
one finger into the waistband of her pants and slowly traced
downwards.  The fabric parted with a soft sighing sound and fell
open, revealing her thin leg.  He then repeated the process on the
other leg then pulled the jeans and shirt off.  
     Melissa lay in his arms, clad only in her Barney underwear,
shivering from fear and cold.  Her nipples pointed out sharply from
her flat chest.  The demon's fingers seemed to dance over her
panties, then they floated to the floor in at least ten pieces.  He
looked down at her bald pussy and lightly parted the folds.  He
drew his finger over her untouched clit and began to rub it
lightly, in small circles.  Melissa's body stiffened when she felt
his hands down there, but then it began to feel good.  She moaned
quietly and relaxed in his arms.  He continued to caress her tiny
button, dipping his finger between her nether lips and covering it
with the moisture that he found there.  He seemed to know exactly
what she wanted him to do.  He pressed harder and rubbed faster
when she ground her pelvis against his hand.  The girl breathed
faster, then her feet began to wave wildly in the air.  Her head
fell backwards and she uttered a long, "UuuuuuuuhHHHhhhhhhhh....
Uuuhhhhh.....UuuuHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
     The demon put both of his hands under her back, so her head
was furthest from him and lifted her to his face.  Her legs lay on
his shoulders and her arms just hung limply.  He brought her pussy
to his face and inhaled deeply, rubbing his nose in her juices.  
     "So sweet, and untouched, Ummmm." He mumbled as his tongue
dips into her sweet hole.  Melissa's body quivers, her body so
overcome with pleasure that she only feels her broken leg as a
distant ache.  The demonic tongue laps up her sweet cum like a cat
drinking milk.  It traces circles around her pleasure nub, and
delves between her folds.  The girl whimpers softly, and grinds
herself onto his face.  His tongue stiffens and he slides it in her
tight hole.  He feels her walls flex and grasp his tongue. 
Swirling and twisting he drives his tongue into her tight pussy.  
It swells and flexes inside her, expanding and stretching out her
cunt.  
     He spreads her butt checks with his hands, his thumbs running
along her crack.  The claws on his thumbs seem to melt away as he
presses them gently against her back door.  He slowly pulls his
tongue out of her, then just as slowly slides it back in, each time
forcing his way further in.   He flicks it over her clit quickly
every time he pulls it out.  Melissa wildly humps his face, moaning
and panting like an animal.  He eases one thumb into her extremely
tight asshole and slowly wiggles it around.  The girl's eyes fly
open and she tries to pull her butt off of his hands, but he holds
her firmly.  He pumps his thumb in and out of her other virgin
orifice, then pushes the other thumb in with it.  He works the two
in and out alternately, pressing at the sides, making her anus pout
open.  He has at least four inches of tongue darting in and out of
her nether lips, his nose grinding against her clit.  Her juices
run out of her cunt, smearing across his face as she flails about
wildly and the walls of her vagina grasp his tongue.   
     "Uuuuuhhhhhhh.......ohhhhhhhhhhhh....oh..oh..ohhhhhHHHHH!!!!"
she manages to get out between huge gulps of air as she comes. 
Then she screams, loudly and horribly as he turns her body vertical
and slams it down on his raging cock.  The eye on the head of the
penis closes as it rips into her tight hole.  He holds her there,
impaled on about eight inches of his throbbing cock and stares her
in the eyes.
     "Now for what you tried to do to my daughter, you die!"  He
howls at her, spittle and cum splattering her face.  Scream after
scream is ripped bleeding from her lungs as he pushes her down on
his cock.  It presses up through her undeveloped uterus, tearing
through flesh and muscles.  Blood flows out of her cunt, running in
rivulets down his pole.  Her stomach distends and vomit fountains
out of her mouth, covering the demon's face and chest.  His eyes
glow with fire and he laughs in glee.  He shoves her roughly
further down on his cock and her chest expands and she vomits
blood.  He lifts her completely off his cock, she stirs slightly as
blood gushes out of her cunt.  The eye on the head of his penis
opens wide and glows with a fierce green light and he impales her
fully on his monstrous penis.  Blood runs out of mouth and nose as
her skins glows with the green light.  Her bones and veins show in
outline from the bright light inside her.  Her eyes fly open and
shine green like two demented headlights.  Sick green radiance
spills out of her nose, ears, mouth and cunt.  The demon throws his
head back and howls.  
     Twin green beams focus on the demon, and the little girls face
twists into a parody of a seductive smile.  She reaches out,
putting her hands on the demon's shoulders and pressing down,
raises herself upwards on his pole.  She then lets herself slide
back down with a sucking sound.  The demon grabs her by the hair
and pulls her off his throbbing cock.  She dangles there, laughing
and giggling insanely, trying to wrap her legs around his waist. 
He drops her contemptuously to the floor.
     "I don't want you anymore whore, I summoned you to possess
this child's body so you could watch after my daughter.  You
watched her come into this world, SISTER Anne, so now you can watch
her destroy it."   The nun turned succubus looked down at her body.
     "But this is just a baby!  How am I supposed to have any fun
in it?" she whined as she sat down and straightened out her leg,
snapping the bones in place.  She then pressed down on her chest,
forcing the rib cage back in place.  Standing up, she jumps around,
testing the leg.  She then bends over and nearly puts her head in
between her legs.
     "Oh, wow, look!  I'm a virgin again!" she squeals with
delight.
     "I'm sure you'll find something to entertain you, as long as
you don't expose yourself or Danae, I don't really care what you
do."  
     The girl walks towards him, her hip sway completely out of
place on this body.  She runs her hand up and down his cock.
     "Sure we can't have any fun, Daddy?"
     "No, you fucking slut, now get away from me."  He shoves her
roughly away and then dissolves into roiling black smoke.  Which
quickly fades away.  Anne/Melissa sticks her tongue out at the
fading cloud.  Then she looks around at all the blood, sighs and
goes to find a sponge and bucket.


DemonChilde - Part III - Chapter 2 - Childhood Continues     


                         9:35pm March, 12 1995
     When Melissa/Anne steps out of the shower she hears the garage
door clanking open.  She quickly rinses the last of the blood down
the drain and checks the rest of the bathroom.  Satisfied, she
hurries to the nursery and double checks the floor and walls there. 
She can't see a speck of blood, she smiles happily and peers into
the crib.  Danae coos as she ruffles the baby fuzz on top of her
head.  
     "Hi honey, how's your baby sister doing?" a man's voice asks
her. 
     She looks up and sees her father at the entrance to the
nursery.  His square shoulders fill up the doorway and his head of
black hair nearly brushes the arch.  She runs to him and throws her
arms around his waist, pulling herself tight against him, and
pressing her chest against his crotch.
     "I missed you daddy!" she says in a squeaky voice.
     "I missed you too, hon." he answers, running his fingers
through her hair.   Melissa/Anne wiggles against him, and smiles
when she feels his cock grow hard.
     "Eh hemm" he rasps, clearing his throat, "let's go see your
mom."
     "I want to be with you!" she cries
     "But you are with me." he counters as he picks her up and
carries her out of the room.  
     Her mother is just coming up the sweeping blue carpeted
stairs.  Her red evening gown clings to her perfect form as she
sways up the steps.  Melissa glares at her enviously, then looks
down at her child's body and frowns.
     "Time for bed." Lisa tells her and kisses her on the forehead.
"I'm going to check on the baby, Robert, why don't you tuck Mel
into bed?"          
     "Ok, come on snook-ums, you've got school tomorrow." he says,
bouncing as he walks to her bedroom.  He opens the door and flips
on the light.  The room in its pink and purple riot of color nearly
makes Melissa/Anne vomit, especially when she sees the large purple
dinosaur on her bedsheets.
     "Daddy, can I get my room re-decorated?" she pleads.
     "Umm, sure hon, I suppose so.  It's only been this way for
less than half a year, but if you want we'll get it done."
     "Thank you daddy!" she yelps, throwing her arms around his
neck and giving him a long kiss.  He gently pulls her off of him
and sets her on her bed.  She raises her arms up over her head and
looks at him expectantly.
     "What?" he questions.
     "Undress me!" she blurts, then quickly hides a smile at the
shocked look on his face.
     "Ehmm, ok hon."  He answers as he pulls her shirt up over her
head.  Melissa/Anne falls back on her bed and lifts her legs
towards him.  Her father's face flushes red as he pulls down her
elastic waist pants.  She lets her legs collapse back on the bed,
spread wide.  Her little bald pussy lips gaping at her father.  He
stares between her legs, then glances up at her face.  She smiles
slightly and sticks her thumb in her mouth.  Then she removes the
thumb and places it on her little clit.
     "It hurts daddy, right there." she whines.
     "Oh, what happened honey?  Did you fall?" he asks, shifting
uncomfortably to hide his growing arousal.
     "I don't know, it just hurts.  Will you kiss it better? 
Please?" she pleads.
     Her father looks utterly confused as he leans down and places
his lips against her nether region.  Melissa jerks and pushes her
snatch against his face.  He can not help but smell her excitement
and he lightly flicks out his tongue.  
     "Oh yes, daddy, the feels much better!"  She moans in
response.
     "Is Mel in bed honey?" they both hear Lisa's voice inquire
from the hallway.  Robert quickly jerks back and pulls the covers
over Melissa.
     "Yes dear, I'll be right there." he yells.
     "Good night daddy!" Melissa cries, raising her arms up towards
him.  He leans over to give her a hug and her lips lock on his. 
His mouth engulfs her tiny lips, but her tongue darts hungrily in
between his lips.  He pulls away from her, shaken, and backs out of
the room.  Flipping off the light he closes the door and she hears
his footsteps recede.
     She reaches down between her legs and rubs her clit furiously. 
Dipping her short fingers into her wet cunt.  Frustrated she leaps
out of bed and stalks about the room.  Her eyes glow green and she
searches the room.  She gives a happy squeak when she sees her
baton sitting in the corner.  She inspects its metal length and its
rounded rubber ends and nods happily.  She roughly jams the end
with the bigger knob into her snatch.  Grunting, she works it in
and out.  Holding onto the far end she pumps it in her cunt.  Her
arms working like pistons as she wiggles on the shaft.  Grinning
ecstatically she twists it as she plunges it between her soaking
wet lips.  Her little nipples point out off her chest as her body
shudders with her orgasm.  
     As she pulls the baton out with a wet sucking sound, she hears
a startled high pitched squeal and her father's deep voice. 
Curious, she opens her door and creeps down the hallway to her
parents room.  Their door is still open a crack and she slowly
pushes it open enough for her to see.  She hears a grunting sound
and her father's moans.  Her mother is kneeling before Robert, his
pants are around his ankles and she is still in her evening dress. 
His hands hold her head firmly as he thrusts his cock into her
mouth.  It glistens with her saliva, the veins standing out along
its shaft.  Lisa tries to pull back, but he savagely grinds his
crotch in her face, making her gag on his shaft.  He looks up, some
how alerted to her presence and sees Melissa in the doorway.  He
groans and fucks Lisa's mouth with renewed vehemence.  She finally
breaks free and falls back away from him.  His face contorts with
rage and he grabs her and forces her to her knees.  He shoves her
face roughly against the floor, then pulls up her dress and tears
off her panty hose.
     "Stop!  Robert!  EeeeeeEEEEEEEEEOOWWW!!!" she screeches as he
rudely forces his cock up her ass.  "Shit!  GOD DAMNIT!! STOP!!"
     Robert's eyes are locked to Melissa's as they glow green and
pierce him.  Lisa continues to scream as her husband's nine inch
cock plows up her anus.  His fingers dig into her butt checks as he
slams into her repeatedly.
     "Come on you fucking bitch!" he growls "Make me cum!"
     "Damn you, you fucking bastard!  Let me GO!" she screams.
     "Oh, yes, you stupid goddamned whore.  You love feeling my
meat in your shit hole!  Admit it!  You love being treated like the
animal you are!  You love it when I fuck you!"  Each syllable is
punctuated with a thrust hard enough to raise her knees off the
ground.  She grunts as all her weight is placed on her chest and
her breasts get smashed against the floor.  He leans back, pumping
furiously as he begins to cum.
     "OOowwwoooooooOOowowwwwwwwwww!" he moans, his body nearly
vibrating as spurt after spurt of jism fills up Lisa's asshole.
     Melissa quietly sneaks off when she hear's Lisa's voice
explode in a string of curses vicious enough to melt the paint off
the walls.



DemonChilde - Part III - Chapter 3 - Growing Up     

     "No, no, no, yuck!" Each "no" is accompanied by an article of
clothing flying across the room.  Melissa/Anne holds a yellow and
red flower print dress up, makes a face at it and tosses in the
corner.
     "Shit, doesn't this kid have a single decent thing to wear?" 
Finally she settles on a dark blue dress with white lace trim that
comes to just above her knees.
     "At least I won't wear any underwear!" she crackles, grabbing
her book bag and galloping down the stairs to the kitchen.  
     In the kitchen she sees her father holding the newspaper up to
his face, and her mother getting a cup of coffee.
     "Morning Mel, here's your cereal." Lisa says, handing her a
bowl and spoon.  Melissa shovels the tiny letters down her throat
then peers up at her dad again.
     "Good morning dad." she says as she crumples his paper out of
the way.  Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees the large black
and purple circle around his eye, not to mention the scabbed up
furrows on his checks.
     "What happened to you?" she asks innocently.
     "Oh, I ahhh, fell down the porch steps and landed in the rose
bush." he answers, darting a glance at Lisa who stands there with
her arms folded glaring at him.
     Looking down at her cereal Melissa jumps in surprise to see
spelled out in her alphabets, "Behave."  Quickly she jabs her spoon
at the letters and mixes them around.  They spin around the bowl
and then say, "Or else."  Dipping her spoon into the milk she
rapidly devours the "else", then lifts the bowl to her mouth and
slurps the rest of it down.
     "MELISSA!" her mother's voice resounds.
     Peering up over the edge of the bowl, her mouth full of cereal
and milk she gurgles, "What?"
     "You KNOW you aren't supposed to do that!" Lisa reprimands.
     Swallowing quickly and pushing her chair away from the table
she darts to the sink and rinses off her dishes.
     "I'm sorry mom, I was just trying to hurry."
     "Oh, come on, let's go." Lisa sighs picking up her brief case
and clicking out of the kitchen.  Melissa darts over to Robert and
gives him a kiss on the cheek.  At the front door they are met by
an elderly woman who helps them both into their coats.
     "Call me if you need anything, Ms. Cranton, and keep an eye on
Jose." she tells the servant.
     The old lady smiles, nods and says, "I will Ms. Hoffman, have
a good day.  You too Melissa."
     The snow had stopped sometime during the night and the yard
keepers had already shoveled the walk and driveway.  A white Lexis
sat idling in front of the door.  A young man wearing a black
chauffeur's cap opens the driver's side door and Lisa gets in.  He
then quickly jogs around to the passenger side and opens the door
for Melissa.  She smiles up at him as she scuttles into the car.

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     A few days later in school...
     "Thwakk!" Melissa's erotic dream is rudely interrupted by a
sharp pain on her right hand.
     "MELISSA!  Wake up!"  Peering up through her bangs she sees
the gross, overweight, disgusting creature that is her English
teacher holding a ruler over her threatening.
     "Thwakkk!" she swings the ruler down on Mel's already red
knuckles.
     "Go to the office right NOW!" she screeches.  Melissa grits
her teeth and struggles not to tear into this bitch right now as
she gets out of her seat.  The class giggles at her as she walks
out of the room.  Spinning around she pierces each of them with a
baleful glare, memorizing their faces, then stalks out of the room.



     "Go ahead, call her." motions the principal towards the phone
on his desk.  Reluctantly she picks up the phone and dials her
mom's work.  After two rings someone answers the phone.
     "Hoffman, Young and Smith, this is Lisa Hoffman speaking.  May
I help you?"  Her mother says when she answers.
     "Uh, hi mom.  This is Melissa.  I, uh, have to stay after
school today." she mumbles.
     "What?  How come?" Lisa asks.
     "I have detention."
     "What happened?" her mother snaps.
     "Ms. Haymaker has it in for me!" she blurts out.
     "Give me the phone." the principal demands, pulling the
receiver out of her hand.  "Excuse me, Mrs. Hoffman.  This is
Principal Reggs.   Your daughter Melissa fell asleep in her english
class today, and this isn't the first time this has happened. 
Actually this is the third time this week.  So this time we are
giving her detention, which will be for two hours after school
today."
     "Alright, I'll have a long talk with her when she gets home,
and I'll have someone pick her up after detention." Lisa sighs.
     "Thank you Mrs. Hoffman.  Goodbye."  Mr. Reggs says, then
places the phone back in its cradle.


     
     I'm not going to some stinking detention, thinks Melissa/Anne. 
I have better things to do!  She walks down Livingston Ave to the
nearby Walnut Ridge High School.  Walking around the building, she
finally finds the smoking section behind the Auto Shop.  Four young
toughs stand there passing a joint around.  The snow crunches under
her feet and the boys jump guiltily.  Then seeing the little girl
they laugh and one of them falls back on the white covered hill
that slants sharply up from the back of the building.
     "Jesus girl, you gave us a scare.  What are you doing back
here?" questions one of the guys.  He has dark brown hair coming
down to his shoulders.  His patched and torn jean jacket is covered
in numerous rock buttons and his combat boots are unlaced.
     "What's your name?" Mel pips.
     "I'm Steve." he replies.  "And this is Tony," pointing at the
guy rolling on the hill.  He wears a black leather jacket with
strange and bloody pictures painted on it, and long dirty blond
hair.  Steve then points to a tall blond kid behind him.  "This is
Rusty."  Rusty's hair is shaved on the sides and long on top and in
the back.  He currently has it pulled back in a ponytail.  Rusty
makes a face at her as he takes a deep drag off the joint.
     "Whacha doing here little girl?"  Rusty asks as he exhales a
cloud of smoke.  A black guy from the back snatches the burning
butt out of Rusty's hands.  His hair is all done in little braids
with silver skull beads at the end, it's also shaved on the sides. 
His biker's jacket has spikes and a wolves head hanging over his
shoulder.  The beads clack as he nods at her.
     "I'm Artie, and this is my crew." he bellows.  Tony lifts
himself off the hill and tackles the black guy in the middle. 
Grabbing a hand full of snow he mushes it in Artie's face.
     "We ain't your "crew", give me a fuckin' break!" Tony laughs
as Rusty quickly grabs the joint out of Art's hand and they roll
around the ground playfully wrestling.  Steve cackles madly then
glances at the little girl.  He freezes like a deer pinned by
headlights, as twin beams of green light pierce his brain.  Rusty
looks at Steve in confusion when his laughter suddenly stops. 
Looking around he locks gazes with the little succubus and halts in
place.  Sensing something amiss, Tony and Art untangle and both get
stabbed by her eyes in turn.
     Walking over, she snatches the joint out of Rusty's hand and
inhales deeply, exhales, then takes another toke.
     "Do any of you have a car." she demands.
     "I do." Rusty mumbles.
     "Good, let's go." Melissa orders as she takes one more long
drag from the marijuana cigarette and then tosses the butt to the
ground.


     
     Mel, Artie and Tony pile in the back of Rusty's purple
convertible '67 camero, while Rusty and Steve sit up front.  
     "Put some music in and go to Sherwood Dr." Melissa commands
Rusty.  He digs through his box of cassettes and pops one in the
tape deck as he starts his car.  Ministry screams out of the
speakers playing "NWO".  Rusty barrels up the hill out of the
parking lot, and turns left on Livingston.  Melissa climbs on
Artie's lap and stares deeply into his eyes.  She feels his penis
twitch under her and reaches down and unzips his jeans.  His thick
black pole jumps out as soon as she opens his fly.  Wasting no time
she slides herself down, burying his cock to the hilt. His immense
organ stretches her lips apart as it delves into her.  Her pussy
slides wetly on his shaft, gripping tightly as she takes it inside
her.  His balls tighten and pull up close to his body.  A low
rumbling begins to escape from his throat.  Melissa looks up at him
startled, as a full fledged growl emerges from his mouth and his
eyes flare yellow.  With a smirk she releases him from his
entrancement.  For a surprised moment he looks at her then groans
and bucks under her petite body.  His hands wrap around her small
waist and lift her almost completely off his cock.  Then he slams
her back down.  His cock enters and exits her with a slurping
noise, as her tight pussy grabs at his dick.  She rotates her hips
into his groin.  Grinding herself on his pole as she bounces up and
down.
     "GgggrrrrrrrrRRRrrrrrorw!"  He snarls, tossing his head side
to side with a clacking of beads.  "Rrrrrrrrrrrrr" reverberates
from deep in this throat as he buries his face in her neck.  His
teeth fasten on her pale flesh and he chews on her tendon.  He
holds her down on his cock, all eight inches of it shoved into her
tender cunt.  They grind in counterpoint to each other, as she
rocks frantically in his lap.  Her clit grinds fiercely into his
pubic bone.  His ebony rod in dark contrast to her pale hairless
pussy.  With total abandon they nearly vibrate as they both reach
orgasm and cum slicks his shaft.  With a happy sigh Melissa climbs
off Artie's cock and sits back down between him and Tony.  As Artie
puts his penis back in his pants, she peers out the window and sees
they are parked on the street near the elementary school.
     "Pull around to the teacher's lot." she orders the oblivious
Rusty.
     "I don't know what the hell you are girl, but you're
definitely not what you seem." mumbles Artie.
     "Hell.  Yes, exactly." she comments.  "But I see that you
already belong there yourself.  I can see the blood on your hands
and the violence in your heart.  The beast is in you, you've
already given yourself to him."
     "What can I say?  It's fun.  Murder's easy, it's all easy." he
says smiling.
     "But these others...?" Melissa/Anne questions.
     "Nahh, they'll still innocents.  Stealing a car and trashing
it as about as evil as they get." he laughs.
     "Well, there's a first time for everything..." she trails off
as she sees Ms. Haymaker waddle to her car.  "That's her!" she
exclaims.
     "Ewww.  Gross.  I hope you don't want us to fuck that!"  Artie
bellows.
     "I wouldn't make you!  I want you for myself."  She purrs,
then to Rusty, "Follow that brown Oldsmobile, at a distance!"  She
directs.
     Rusty pulls out and makes the right hand turn down Livingston,
tucking in behind a blue Nissan that's following the teacher's car.
They make another right north on Hamilton Rd. and follow it up to
Main, where they make a left.  They trail slowly behind Ms.
Haymaker as she pulls into her development.  They drive by when she
turns up into the driveway of a small white house.
     "Tell them to put their gloves on, I really don't want them to
get busted, and I have condoms if you're going to have them rape
that fat cow." Artie informs her.
     "You're a very practical murderer." she says to him.
     "How do you think I avoid being caught?"  he snickers.
     "Ok."  Then to Rusty, "Park the car and everyone put your
gloves on."  They all move quickly to comply with her orders.  She
has them get out of the car and hop a fence into Ms. Haymaker's
backyard.  Melissa has Rusty pick her up so she can peer in the
kitchen window.  She sees her english teacher's fat ass poking out
of the refrigerator.
     "Let's go!" she whispers, thinking thoughts of uncontrollable
violence and lust at the three boys, and then let's them loose. 
Artie opens the screen door and with a shattering kick, rips the
door off it's hinges.  Ms. Haymaker bangs her head on the top of
the icebox as she jumps at the sound.  Tony and Steve slam into her
and knock her to the ground.  Steve roughly covers her mouth with
his hand.  Rusty grabs a wet rag from the sink and jams it in her
mouth.  Her eyes are wide in terror and she tries to scream around
her gag.  Rusty pulls out the drawers, tossing them to the ground
in a crashing of silverware.  
     "Ah ha!" Rusty exclaims has he pulls out a roll of silver duct
tape.  He rips off a long strip and places it over the teacher's
mouth.  Wrapping the tape several times around her head.  She
struggles wildly, kicking out at Tony as he holds her legs.  With
a snarl he releases her legs and kicks her sharply in the thigh. 
Her eyes roll back in her head and she tries to wiggle out of the
way.  Tony keeps raining kicks down on her.  Up and down her legs
and torso, battering her with his steel toed combat boots.  She
attempts to curl up in a ball under his assault, but Steve and
Rusty jerk her arms roughly behind her back and tape them together. 
They wind the tape around her wrists, then all the way up her arms
to her elbows.  Forcing her shoulders backwards painfully.
     Artie pulls out a long boot knife and smiles insanely at Ms.
Haymaker as he holds it up in front of her face.  Tears stream down
her cheeks and her body quivers with fear.  He slides the knife
under the collar of her shirt and slices it cleanly.  Her huge
breasts sit on the rolls of fat of her stomach, and it all gleams
wetly with sweat.  Artie makes a disgusted face at Melissa and she
giggles.  She moves so she is standing above her teacher's face,
and the other four move out of her way.
     "You shouldn't have fucked with me, you ugly cow!" she snarls
as she lets lose with a stream of urine which splatters directly on
their captive's face.  Ms. Haymaker throws her head wildly side to
side in an attempt to avoid the piss.  But Melissa/Anne just laughs
wildly, then moves back to the side.
     "Have fun boys!"  she says, gesturing to the woman bound and
gagged on the kitchen floor.  Artie cuts off the woman's skirt,
exposing her heavy, dimpled thighs and thick calves.  He reaches
into his pockets and hands the other three foil wrapped packages. 
They look at him in confusion.
     "Put 'em on!" he bellows.  The three turn to Melissa and she
nods.  Artie tackles Melissa and throws her back on the kitchen
table.  He raises her dress and buries his face in her hairless
muff.  She groans and turns her head to watch the other three go to
work.
     They all pull out their young cocks and slide the rubber
sheath down their shafts.  Steve throws himself between her fat,
bruised legs and brutally shoves his 6 and a half inch cock into
her dry snatch.  She struggles against him and Tony places a knife
against her throat.  She immediately stops moving.  He laughs as he
slaps her repeatedly, knocking her head back and forth.  A small
line of red oozes blood on her neck, where he presses the knife
down.  Rusty bends over and fondles her gigantic tits.  He grabs a
handful and savagely twists it clockwise.  Another muffled scream
is blocked by the rag in her mouth.  He grabs the other tit in his
free hand and sadistically squeezes them both while twisting them
as far as they can go in both directions.  He pinches both nipples
as hard as he can, her breasts already turning purple from his
ministrations.  
     Meanwhile, Artie lashes Melissa's clit with his tongue and she
roughly pinches her nipples while she watches them torture Ms.
Hayworth.  Steve's ass flexes as he drives he throbbing organ in
her cunt.  He rams it in her with enough force to slide her back
and forth on the linoleum.  Her rolls of fat jiggle as he rapes
her.  He humps her rapidly as he approaches orgasm and lets out a
long wail when his cum explodes out of his cock.  Melissa wildly
grinds her cunt on Artie's mouth as hot juice splatters on his
face.  
     Tony moves between the teacher's legs as soon as Steve
finishes.  He plows into her with his massive hard on, the condom
luckily providing lubrication.  Rusty closes his hands around her
throat and cuts off her air.  His eyes gleam manically as her's bug
out and her face turns red.
     "Aw, come on man." Pleads Tony, "I don't wanna fuck a corpse!"
     Regretfully, Rusty releases her throat and her nostrils flare
trying to get air back in her lungs.  He dances around her head and
then jumps down on either side of her face, his boots tearing into
her flesh.  Tony groans and pulls out of her.  He then slides down
and puts his shoulders under her legs.  Pushing up, he raises up
her legs and exposes her ass.  Ruthlessly he jams his raging cock
into her shithole.  She squeezes her eyes shut and more tears run
out from under her lids.  Snot runs from her nose as she takes deep
gulps of air.  Rusty leans over and savagely squeezes her nose. 
Her eyes fly open again as she tries to breath.  He lets go, then
draws back his arm and slams the heel of his hand into her nose. 
The cartilage shatters with a crunching noise and blood bubbles out
of her nostrils.  
     Tony keeps jamming his cock in her like a battering ram. 
Blood flows freely from her torn and tortured asshole.  His cock
slides roughly in and out of her puckered anus.  He spreads her ass
cheeks out of the way and drives his cock up her rectum as he
shoots his load.  As soon as he withdraws, Rusty positions himself
between her legs, his swollen cock is longer than Artie's but not
as thick.  He slowly slides his penis into her puffy folds.  He
leans down over her, laying most of his weight on her stomach.  He
stares into her eyes as he leisurely rapes her.  The rubber coating
on his cock gleaming wetly as it slips between her hairy lips.  He
bares his teeth at her and arranges his arm between their bodies. 
He once again savagely twists and pinches her nipples as he slowly,
so slowly pumps in and withdraws.  He savors her pain, then places
his full weight on her as he moves his hands to her throat. 
Gently, he caresses the skin of her throat.  Tracing the bleeding
cut with his finger, he looks deeply into her eyes.  He almost
lovingly spreads his fingers around her neck and gently squeezes. 
Her eyes plead with him as her wind pipe is compressed.  Her chest
heaves as she struggles to get air into her lungs.  Rusty's thrusts
become quicker as her face darkens.  His teeth grind together and
he slams his member into her fat twat.  Ms. Haymaker thrashes
wildly, she bucks and tries wildly to throw Rusty off.  He holds
on, her struggling making him more excited.  Her efforts to free
herself grow weaker and her face gains a purple tint.  Rusty pants
as he watches her die underneath him.  Her arms and legs collapse
to the ground, but he continues to squeeze her throat.  Then he
throws his head back, arches his back and shivers violently.  His
cock jerking inside her as he explodes in climax.  Collapsing on
top of her, he finally releases his grip on her neck.  He picks
himself off of her rapidly cooling body and looks around.
     Artie holds out a plastic bag and motions towards his dick. 
Rusty giggles as he peels the cum encrusted condom off his penis
and places it in the bag with the other two.  Pulling his pants
back up, he then goes and joins Steve and Tony as they rob the
place.  
     They finally finish up with pillow cases full of stuff and
head out the back door.  The sun has already set and the darkness
helps hide their escape.  Melissa has them pull up behind her
school and gets out of the car.  Artie follow her.
     "Well, that was lots of fun, don't get caught with any of that
stuff." she tells him.
     "We won't, I know a good fence down on South St.  They sure as
hell won't trace it from there to us.  But what about you?  You
pissed on her face, they can analyze that!"  Artie exclaims.
     Melissa shrugs, "Who would think to check out a little girl
like me?"
     Artie turns and looks at his friends, they look dazed but
aware.  He gives Melissa a significant stare.
     "Oh, them?  I haven't controlled them since we went in the
house.  They did all that on their own.  I just bring out the
primitive side of people."
     "You definitely bring out the animal in me!"
     "You ARE an animal!" she tells him.  He smiles and his eyes
reflect the light back at her, just like a cat caught in front of
a car's headlights.  He waves a salute at her and jumps back in the
car.  Rusty tears off out of the parking lot and down the street. 
     Melissa enters the building from the back entrance and walks
down the deserted hallways.  She waits until detention lets out and
exits through the front door.  She sighs as she gets in her mom's
car and Lisa lectures her all the way home about sleeping in class.