Subject: STORY:Demonchilde.txt Date: 1999/01/19 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories All rights reserved. This story may be transmitted through computer medium freely, so long as none of the story, or this paragraph are altered or deleted. 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 helpful comments or suggestions feel free to send them to me; cynner@netcom.com DEMONCHILDE by CYNNER --- Chapter I: The Conception January, 1993 Kelly Anderson was awakened by a noise in her bedroom. She held still and peered about the room, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Must have been the building shifting, 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, a shadow detached itself from the wall and silently crept towards her. When it reached the woman's bed, the shadow hovered over her for a moment, and then attacked. Without making a sound, the shapeless black mass began taking a more definite form and extended solid tendrils, which quickly encircled her body and limbs. At the moment the tentacles grabbed her, Kelly's eyes sprang open in shock but as she opened her mouth to scream, a black appendage thrust itself into her mouth. Other shadowy limbs pulled the sheets back, exposing her pale body to the moonlight that streamed in through her bedroom window. They grasped her arms, pulling them out at right angles to her body, while her legs were painfully spread as far apart as possible. Then the shadowy demon raised her up off the bed and held her suspended a foot above the mattress. She closed her eyes to blot out the abomination that floated above her, but smaller tendrils extended and pried her eyelids open. She saw eye-shaped pits filled with pale red flames directly over her face, and the thick tendril that filled her mouth seemed to originate from where the creature's mouth must be. The black shade was now predominantly human shaped, except where the various tendrils branched off its body. More phantom filaments stretched from its head and weaved themselves into her long blonde hair. It jerked her head up so she was forced to view the rest of her body. Multitudes of appendages had extended themselves from its torso and were caressing her. Some encircled her full, round breasts, flickering over her nipples and gently squeezing her mounds. But then they tightened around her nipples and began squeezing a great deal harder. The nipples responded by stiffening and turning an unhealthy dark purple color. Kelly writhed from the pain, but the phantom held her tightly, preventing any movement. Her tormentor started to pinch her nipples rhythmically, clamping down and then loosening its grip repeatedly. As the breast torture continued, 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, but 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 pussy lips, pulling back first the outer pair then the inner. Her vaginal walls glistened with her juices as the tendrils moved to explore her depths. They caressed her insides like butterfly wings, turning, and twisting. By now completely beside herself with unwanted pleasant sensations, Kelly orgasmed. As she climaxed she felt a piercing pain deep inside her, as one of the tendrils forced its 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 and deep guttural moans issued from her throat; she had never given birth but was sure this must be how it felt. When the foul wormy limbs had forced her as far open as they could, most of them withdrew, except for a few that held her inner doorway open. They weren't done yet though. They moved towards her anus and pushed themselves inside. Kelly's muscles flexed and strained, but she could do little else to prevent her violation. Her arms and legs ached with the strain of being pulled so far apart and she couldn't move an inch. She bore down on her sphincter muscles, but the tendrils relentlessly pulled them apart. As her anus was stretched open further than it was ever meant to be, she felt its delicate tissues rip and tear. The limb in Kelly's mouth began to 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 its mouth was becoming more and more phallic like. Two large penises were growing from between its legs as well; 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. At the bottom of its deep thrusts, her neck would actually distend, and she was forced to swallow vomit as her stomach heaved repeatedly from the triggering of her gag reflex. The other two massive cocks ripped into her at the same time. The one in her cunt barreled its 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 flowing freely around it from her destroyed orifice. Both members pulled all the way out and then slammed back into her repeatedly. Her stomach cramped from the beating it was taking, as did many of her other vital organs. Kelly passed out from the pain, but the demon paid no heed, continuing to brutally fuck her. Its body bucked as it drove all of its cocks into her, blood and other juices glistening wetly on all three shafts. The organs kept thickening, and soon were ramming into her like logs. Most 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 pouring their loads 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. The demonic semen seeming to sear her insides like it was made of acid, but once again the member in her throat prevented her from screaming as her mind retreated into the comfort of oblivion.... * * * "Oh...baby... ugh. Oh yes! Do it to me! Ummmmmmm. Harder... yes! Fuck me!" yelled the bleached blonde as her partner pumped his huge cock in and out of her dripping, closely trimmed pussy. The couple was suddenly blotted out by thick 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 porno actor shove his thick rod into the blonde's asshole. Thokk! Thokk! Thokk! His orgasm was interrupted by the sound of someone furiously banging 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 its 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 into his pants. Searching around desperately he grabbed a pillow from the couch, wiped the come off the screen with it, and then threw it back on the couch. "I'm coming!!" he yelled, laughing under his breath at his own joke. He tried to pull his shirt down over his considerable girth, but 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 finally 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 superintendent 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 tenant's 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 in puzzlement, then 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 bed, unprotected by the ripped, gore covered sheets. The walls were splattered with blood and an odd, shifting black pattern. Sister Catherine drew back in revulsion when she realized that the blackness was actually a seething mass of flies. Looking down at her sister she saw that dozens of the winged insects were also crawling out of Kelly's mouth. She uncontrollably retched and covered her mouth. Getting her stomach under control, the nun 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. She thanked God when she found one; it was faint, but it was there! "Call an ambulance!!" she shouted. Then she firmly grasped the crucifix that hung around her neck and mumbled a prayer under her breath. When she finished, Catherine looked down again at her sister, whose eyes stared sightlessly at the wall. She looked closer and saw that both of Kelly's eyelids were torn. She was missing all of her front teeth and her arms and legs were at weird angles. Catherine moved further down the bed, observing that the sheets under Kelly were stained with feces, urine and blood. There were more flies covering her sister's genitals, which she shooed away. The nun drew back in shock at the mutilation that had been done to her sister. The bones of her pelvis were obviously broken, and her vagina was a mass of ripped and torn flesh. She looked in horror up at Kelly's face and was shocked to see her sister looking back at her. The room around her faded as she fell to the floor. * * * Sister 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 was smiling at her. "Where's Kelly?" she asked. The smile slipped from the nurse's face, and was 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," Sister 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 Sister Catherine could ask her anything else. It was several hours until a tall man with black hair and wearing a doctor's uniform entered her room. He carried a pile of papers with him. "Sister Catherine, I'm Dr. Jordon. I know that you've had a quite a shock today. I take it you're feeling better now? At least physically?" he questioned her. She nodded her head as 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 signing. Your sister has suffered severe 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's suffered 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 like a baseball bat was forced into these orifices. The police will want to talk to you, but I need you to sign these forms so we can 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 regarded her silently for a moment, then showed her the proper forms to fill out. ----- Chapter II: The Birthing October, 1993 Footsteps echoed hollowly through the door-lined corridor, disturbing the area's numerous denizens, who responded in differing ways to the noise. Some screamed, cursed, ranted, or begged to be released. Others retreated and cowered in the furthest corner of their cells. Many were too absorbed in their own worlds to notice the reality around them. When Sister Catherine Anderson reached the door toward at 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 into the keypad beside the door handle. She was rewarded with a soft beep, a light above the pad changing from red to green, and the sharp click of a lock disengaging. Before she could open the door, she thought she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of movement back down the hall. Glancing quickly down the corridor, she saw nothing, so she proceeded into the room. As soon as the door shut behind her, the many shadows on the walls and floor began to writhe and creep towards the various cell doors. * * * Catherine looked at her sister, who was completely naked and strapped to an examining table. Over the past nine months, there had been several incidents when she had suddenly come out of her catatonia and attempted to kill herself. They were taking no risks now, and kept her restrained. Another nun was inserting a plastic bit into her mouth, so the pain couldn't make her bite through her tongue. Kelly's stomach was hugely swollen, and her breasts heavy with milk. The door opened behind Catherine and two people entered--a man and a woman. The other nun, whose nametag read "Sister Anne", greeted the pair and introduced them to Sister Catherine. "This is Doctor Ramen," she said gesturing towards the blond man, "And Doctor Hillard." She motioned to the woman with short dark hair. 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 the surrounding area. "I can see the head!" Dr. Hillard exclaimed sharply as she pointed her flashlight up the birth canal. Looking up, she could see Kelly's stomach writhing with each contraction. "Jesus," Dr. Ramen breathed, earning him a sharp look from both nuns. "Sorry," he apologized. * * * Beyond the far end of the cell-lined hallway, a guard sat at his console and stared intently at a monitor that showed the interior of the room where the current excitement was unfolding. He had adjusted the camera so it zoomed in on Kelly's exposed pussy. His hands rubbed his crotch and he moaned with desire. As he inhaled, a dark smoke drifted from the shadows and seemed to flow into his nose. His eyes widened in shock and he began to cough violently, after which he doubled over in pain, blood flowing freely from his nose. He fell to the floor, knocking his chair aside. His feet pounded against the tile and he thrashed about, slamming his head against the base of the control desk. Suddenly he stilled, stood up, and gazed at the console with pupil- less eyes that glowed with red fire. Reaching out, he hit an override switch, punched in his security code, and flipped a lever. The sound of cell doors unlocking and crashing open was clearly audible. A huge smile split his face as he walked into the now chaos filled corridor of the violent ward. * * * All four, Sisters and doctors alike, stared in horror at what was emerging from Kelly's vagina. Clawed hands reached from between her nether lips, dug into the outer flesh, and began to pull the creature's body out. Kelly slammed against her restraints, which cut into her wrists and ankles, making blood begin to drip onto the floor. A misshapen head tore the skin of her pussy as it forced its way out. It vomited fluid out of its lungs while pulling its torso out of its former prison. It nosed around blindly then clambered up 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. She struggled to dislodge the creature, but it dug in with the claws on its hands and feet; 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 room's door sprang open. They all turned and saw the security guard standing in the entranceway, unmoving. Sister Catherine yelled in surprise, but as she was about to ask him what was going on, she saw the inmates clustered behind him. Several of the former prisoners burst into the room, descended on Dr. Ramen, and dragged him out into the hallway. Six more rushed in and grabbed Dr. Hillard, who kicked and screamed as they took her out of the room. Still more entered the room and jumped on Sisters Anne and Catherine. The guard moved to Kelly's side and plucked the suckling demon- infant from her chest. He handed the creature to a mad woman who stood behind him. She wrapped it up in a towel and slipped out of the room. The guard then moved to Kelly's head and removed the plastic bit from her mouth. Kelly looked up at him and stared into his blue eyes, which were without pupils and 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 the straps the held her to the table 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 captors dragged the nun to the table. The guard pulled her habit off as the madmen strapped her down. He pushed the headrest all the way in, so her head hung over the edge of the table, her long brown hair dangling most of the way to the floor. He walked around the table, surveying his captive. * * * In the hallway, the inmates had ripped off the doctors' clothing and had forced Dr. Hillard to take Dr. Ramen's penis in her mouth as the man was held flat on his back against the floor. Hands moved her head up and down on his quickly hardening shaft. Dr. Ramen struggled to break free, but there were too many of them. An extremely fat woman moved close and sat on his face, grinding her pussy into his nose, cackling madly. Her butt cheeks completely engulfed his head. Suddenly, 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, kicked him in the head, and then squatted over him and defecated. Her shit splattered all over his face. She then sat back down on his face and rubbed against him, smearing shit everywhere. Dr. Hillard'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 entire hand into her asshole. She screamed in pain, but another of her torturers yanked her head up by the hair and shoved his cock into her mouth. Vomit leaked out around her rapist's penis as he shoved his nine inches down her throat. The man at her backside was shoving his arm up her ass as deeply 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, then looked at it questioningly and bit it off. Dr. Hillard's body convulsed and she struggled even more fiercely to free herself. The man at her head suddenly looked confused and pulled his groin away from her mouth, his severed member spurting blood on Dr. Hillard'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, following it with his own member. The man with the amputated penis crawled away from the scene of violence and vomited a black, oily substance onto the floor. When he was finished, he started screaming and grasped his genitals. The puddle of oily stuff slid along the ground over to Dr. Ramen. His captives saw it and forced his face into it. The liquid flowed upwards into his nose and he started to convulse. When the contortions ceased, he looked up at his captors; their pupil- less eyes met his and, laughing, they released him. The newly possessed 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. Since, the severed penis had been forced into her throat and was blocking her air passage, her face was blue and her eyes bulged out. The woman was still chewing on one of Dr. Hillard'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. No matter how brutal the activity, all the parties involved (with the exception of Dr. Hillard and the man whose penis she had bitten off) seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. The fat woman who had defecated on Dr. Ramen's face approached him and began to lick it off his face. Intending to revenge himself, he roughly forced the woman to her hands and knees, spread her ass cheeks apart and shoved his member rudely up her butthole. * * * In the makeshift delivery room, the guard was playing with various surgical instruments. He used a scalpel to cut off the rest of Sister Anne's clothing, then locked the table's stirrups in the fully open position. The nun's heavy breasts shook with fear, tears streaming from her eyes as she prayed. The guard pushed a speculum up Anne's ass and cranked it open as widely as possible. While he knelt between her thighs he examined her pussy, then with an exclamation of delight he leapt back up to her face. "Just as I thought, sister. You're a virgin!" Sister Anne's eyes widened further with fear and the demon- possessed man laughed maniacally. He looked about the room and spotted Sister Catherine. "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you!" Then he said to her captors, "Strip her and warm her up." The madmen immediately complied, tearing the nun's clothes off with their fingernails, then pinching and licking her exposed flesh. One of them buried his head in her pussy, while another straddled her neck and jerked off in her face. With the scalpel, the guard carefully cut patterns into the skin of Anne's breasts and stomach, just barely dragging the instrument over her flesh. She screamed, but more from fear than 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, we 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 an exquisite 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, do you think I don't know the secret lusts you keep bottled up in your heart. I think I'll take you with me." The devil striped off his clothes and, looking down at his five-inch hard on, he laughed. "This will hardly do." He looked towards one of the madmen and made a cutting gesture. A black shadow flew out of the inmate's mouth as he jerked involuntarily and collapsed to the floor. The shadow attached itself to its Lord's penis, causing the organ to thicken, elongate, and grow bumps on its surface. 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 two dark eyes, sharp fangs and a forked tongue. Its mouth closed and it reared back, fixing its gaze balefully on Sister Anne. "Much, much better. Now I'll enjoy myself. But I'm not sure you will," he giggled. The trouser-snake lunged at Anne's pussy and shoved its way in. Screams were torn from her throat as the nun felt it bite her insides. The snake briefly wiggled around then stiffened when its master began thrusting it in and out rhythmically. Its scales glistened with her virginal blood. But as the demon continued to fuck her cunt, Anne's screams slowly subsided, to be replaced with soft moans of pleasure. "Oh, I see, you do like it. This is much nicer than what you do when you're alone in your bed, isn't it," mocked the devil. "You're not a nun, you're a whore." Anne's vaginal lips slipped along the black shaft, the scales gripping the flesh and pulling, half the long cock forcing 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. The woman's moans greatly increased in volume when 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. The devil reached a hand up and lightly pinched one of her erect nipples, twisting and rubbing it between his fingers. He placed his other hand on the opposite breast and kneaded them both. "See what you've been missing? No human lover could make you feel like this. Say you'll be mine!" "Yes! Yes! I'm yours!" Anne yelled without hesitation. "Noooooo!!!!!" screamed Sister Catherine. "No!!!" Though she was shocked by the implication that her fellow nun had committed the sin of masturbation, Catherine continued struggling to escape from the inmates that held her down -- trying to prevent Sister Anne from losing her soul. "Too late!" the demon laughed gleefully, as he shoved all three feet of his cock into Anne. The fallen sister's body jerked and blood fountained from her mouth. Her throat bulged and the snake's head suddenly erupted out of her mouth. With a final grunt of pleasure, the devil dug his fingers into Anne's breasts and shot his load. Milky white fluid sprayed from the hissing snake's mouth. The sticky stream reached all the way across the room to Sister Catherine, burning her wherever it touched her bare skin. Just then, 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 liquefied and poured out of Anne's pussy and mouth, then faded into the shadow of the table. The guard and all the inmates collapsed when their various demons left them. Screams and sobs filled the room and hallway as they realized what they had done, and what they would now have to face. Soon, several dozen heavily armed police officers burst into the ward, and could only stare in horror. ----- Chapter III: The Adoption February, 1994 Sunlight reflected blindingly off the gleaming snow in front of the Valmont Home for Children. The director, Mrs. Ross, shaded her eyes with her hand and regarded the couple on the doorstep. Mr. and Mrs. Hoffman were both in their late thirties and it was obvious that they had money, or were at least trying to appear as if they did. He with his Armani suit and she with her diamonds and pearls, not to mention the Lexus parked in front of the orphanage. Right now, the woman held a baby bundled up against the cold winter chill of suburban Chicago. "Once again, I'm sorry it took so long, but with the�somewhat unusual�circumstances surrounding the child's birth, arranging this adoption took a great deal of time." Mrs. Ross told them. "We understand. We're just happy to finally have her," the man answered as he smiled at his wife. "Do you have a name for her yet?" Mrs. Ross inquired. "Kayla Marie," the woman replied. * * * "Melissa, this is your new sister," Brooke Hoffman told her nine-year- old daughter as they stood looking down at the baby wiggling 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 Kayla because we don't love you anymore, but because we wanted another daughter and for you to have a sister. We've been trying for a long time, but something's happened to me and I can't have any more children," her mom answered. "Well I don't like her! I don't want a sister! Take her back!" Melissa yelled as she burst into tears and ran from the room. Brooke hurried out of the room after her natural born daughter. Behind her, 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. "No one can hear you; they went out to dinner and Mrs. Cranton fell asleep downstairs," she hissed through gritted teeth as she reached out and turned off the baby monitor that could have alerted the slumbering nanny to the baby's cries. "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!" Kayla's face turned blue, but she still struggled against her sister's hands. Melissa was twisted into an insane snarl as she increased the pressure on the tiny girl's neck. Suddenly, something hit her with enormous force and she found herself cart-wheeling through the air. Her body hit the far wall with a thud and the sound of crunching bones. She crumpled to the floor in a heap, leaving a red smear on the pink elephant wallpaper. When she was able to weakly raise her head and look towards her sister, she saw a large shadowy figure bending over the crib. Then it swung around and faced her. "You would hurt my daughter?" a 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. "Scream all you like, no one can hear you, except me. And I think they're quite beautiful." 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 hung there limply, sobbing quietly. "There, now that you've gotten all that out of your system, I'll do you a favor. I wouldn't want you to leave this plane without experiencing the full pleasures of it." The girl looked at him in fear as the shadowy figure's features began to coalesce into those of her father. She was pretty sure, however, 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 wasn't so horrifying. Her father's double held her tightly to its chest and 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. His razor sharp claws easily severed their threads and they fell off and rolled aimlessly about the floor. The creature tore the shirt off, then 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 and removed the remains. 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, and they floated to the floor in at least ten pieces. He looked down at her bald pussy and lightly parted the folds, drawing his finger over her untouched clit and beginning to lightly rub it in small circles. Melissa's body stiffened when she felt his hands down there, but soon 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 to do to fill her with wonderful sensations she had never felt before. He pressed harder and rubbed faster when she began to grind her pelvis against his hand. The girl breathed faster and her feet began to wave wildly in the air. Her head fell backwards and she uttered a long moan that undeniably one of sexual pleasure. 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 dipped into her sweet hole. Melissa quivered, her body so overcome with pleasure that she only felt her broken leg as a distant ache. The demonic tongue lapped up her sweet cum like a cat drinking milk. It traced circles around her pleasure nub, and delved between her folds. The girl whimpered softly, and ground herself onto his face. Then his tongue stiffened and he slid it into her tight hole, feeling her walls flex and grasp at the intruder. Swirling and twisting he drove his tongue into her pussy. It swelled inside her, expanding and stretching out her cunt. He spread her butt cheeks with his hands and ran his thumbs along her crack. The claws on his thumbs seemed to melt away as he pressed them gently against her back door. He slowly pulled his tongue out of her, then just as slowly slid it back, each time forcing his way further in. He flicked it over her clit quickly every time he pulled it out. Melissa wildly humped his face as she moaned and panted like an animal. He eased one thumb into her extremely tight asshole and slowly wiggled it around. The girl's eyes flew open and she tried to pull her butt off of his hands, but he held her firmly. He pumped his digit in and out of her other virgin orifice, then pushed the other thumb in with it. He worked the two in and out alternately, pressing at the sides, making her anus pout open. By now, he had at least four inches of tongue darting between her nether lips, his nose grinding against her clit. Her juices ran out of her cunt, smearing across his face as she flailed about wildly and the walls of her vagina grasped his tongue. Suddenly, the first orgasm of Melissa young life rocked her and she barely managed to get out a tremendous moan of contentment between huge gulps of air. However, the cry became a loud and horrible scream when the demon turned her body vertical and slammed it down on his raging cock. The eye on the head of the penis closed as it ripped into her tight hole. He held her there, impaled on eight inches of his throbbing cock and stared her in the eyes. "Now for what you tried to do to my daughter, you die!" He howled at her, spittle and cum splattering her face. Scream after scream ripped from her lungs as he pushed her down on his cock. It pressed up through her undeveloped uterus, tearing through flesh and muscles. Blood flowed out of her cunt, running in rivulets down his pole. Her stomach distended and vomit fountained out of her mouth, covering the demon's face and chest. His eyes glowed with fire and he laughed in glee. He shoved her roughly further down on his cock, causing her chest to expand and her vomit to turn to blood. He lifted her completely off his cock, and she stirred slightly as blood gushed out of her cunt. The eye on the head of his penis opened wide and glowed with a fierce green light as he impaled her fully again on his monstrous penis. Her skin began to glow green as blood ran out of mouth and nose. Her bones and veins showed in outline from the bright light inside her. Then her eyes flew open and shone green like two demented headlights. As sick green radiance spilled out of her nose, ears, mouth and cunt, the demon threw his head back and howled. Finally, the twin green beams focused on the demon, and the little girl's face twisted into a parody of a seductive smile. She reached out, put her hands on the demon's shoulders and pressed down, raising herself upward on his pole. She then let herself slide back down with a sucking sound. The demon grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off his throbbing cock. She dangled there, laughing and giggling insanely, trying to wrap her legs around his waist. He dropped 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 pressed down on her chest, forcing the rib cage back in place. Standing up, she jumped around, testing the leg. She then bent over and nearly put her head in between her legs. "Oh, wow, look! I'm a virgin again!" she squealed with delight. "I'm sure you'll find something to entertain you. As long as you don't expose yourself or Kayla, I don't really care what you do." The girl walked towards him, her hip sway completely out of place on such a young body. She ran her hand up and down his cock. "Sure we can't have any fun, Daddy?" "No, you fucking slut. Get away from me." He shoved her roughly away and then dissolved into roiling black smoke that quickly faded away. Anne stuck her tongue out at the fading cloud. Then she looked around at all the blood, sighed and went to find a sponge and bucket. * * * When Anne stepped out of the shower she heard the garage door clanking open. She quickly rinsed the last of the blood down the drain and checked the rest of the bathroom. Satisfied, she hurried to the nursery and double-checked the floor and walls there. She couldn't see a speck of blood, so she smiled happily and peered into the crib. Kayla cooed as she ruffled the baby fuzz on top of her head. "Hi honey, how's your baby sister doing?" a man's voice asked her. She looked up and saw her father at the entrance to the nursery. His square shoulders filled up the doorway and his head of black hair nearly brushed the arch. She ran to him and threw her arms around his waist, pulling herself tight against him, and pressing her chest against his crotch. "I missed you daddy!" she said in a squeaky voice. "I missed you too, hon," he answered, running his fingers through her hair. Anne wiggled against him, and smiled when she felt his cock grow hard. "Ahem," he rasped, clearing his throat, "Let's go see your mom." "I want to be with you!" she cried. "But you are with me," he countered as he picked her up and carried her out of the room. Her mother was just coming up the sweeping blue carpeted stairs. Her red evening gown clung to her perfect form as she swayed up the steps. Anne glared at her enviously, then looked down at her child's body and frowned. "Time for bed," Brooke told her and kissed 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 said, bouncing as he walked to her bedroom. He opened the door and flipped on the light. The room in its pink and purple riot of color nearly made Anne vomit, especially when she saw the large purple dinosaur on her bed sheets. "Daddy, can I get my room re-decorated?" she pleaded. "Umm, sure hon, I suppose so. It's only been this way for six months, but if you want we'll get it done again." "Thank you daddy!" she yelped as she threw her arms around his neck and giving him a long kiss. He gently pulled her off of him and set her on her bed. She raised her arms up over her head and looked at him expectantly. "What?" he questioned. "Undress me!" she blurted, then quickly hid a smile at the shocked look on his face. "Umm, OK hon," he answered. He carefully pulled her shirt up over her head and set it on the hamper beside the bed. Playing it for all it was worth, Anne fell back on her bed and lifted her legs towards him. Her father's face flushed red as he pulled down her elastic-waist pants. She let her legs collapse back on the bed, spread wide. Her little bald pussy lips gaping at her father. He stared between her legs, then glanced up at her face. She smiled slightly and stuck her thumb in her mouth. Then she removed the thumb, placed it on her little clit and adopted a slightly pained look. "It hurts daddy, right there," she whined. "Oh, what happened honey? Did you fall?" he asked, shifting uncomfortably to hide his growing arousal. "I don't know, it just hurts. Will you kiss it better? Please?" she pleaded, trying to look as innocent and sincere as possible. Her father looked utterly confused but he slowly leaned down and placed his lips against her nether region. Anne jerked and pushed her snatch against his face. He could not help but smell her excitement and lightly flicked out his tongue. "Oh yes, daddy, the feels much better!" She moaned in response. "Is Mel in bed honey?" they both heard Brooke's voice inquire from the hallway. Robert quickly jerked back and pulled the covers over Melissa. "Yes dear, I'll be right there," he yelled. "Good night daddy!" Anne cried, raising her arms up towards him. He leaned over to give her a hug, but the girl moved quickly and locked her lips locked on his. His mouth engulfed her tiny lips, and her tongue darted hungrily in between his lips, transforming the kiss into one that no father should share with his own daughter. He pulled away from her, shaken, and backed towards the door, staring at her for several long moments. Finally he flipped off the light and closed the door. Anne heard his footsteps recede as she reached down between her legs to begin furiously rubbing her clit and dipping her short fingers into her wet cunt. Frustrated, she leapt out of bed and stalked about the room, a pale green glow escaping her eyes as she searched. She gave a happy squeak when she saw a baton sitting in the corner. She inspected its metal length and rounded rubber ends and nodded happily. She roughly jammed the end with the bigger knob into her snatch. Grunting, she worked it into her depths, then held onto the far end and pumped it in and out of her cunt. Her arms worked like pistons as she wiggled on the shaft. Grinning ecstatically she twisted it as she plunged it between her soaking wet lips. Her little nipples pointed out off her chest as her body shuddered with her orgasm. As she pulled the baton out with a wet sucking sound, she heard a startled high-pitched squeal and her father's deep voice. Curious, she opened her door and crept down the hallway to her parents' room. She heard both a grunting sound and her father's moans. Their door was still open a crack and she slowly pushed it open enough for her to see inside. Her mother was kneeling before her father. His pants around his ankles, and she was still in her evening dress. His hands held her head firmly as he thrust his cock into her mouth. It glistened with her saliva, the veins standing out along its shaft. Brooke was trying to pull back, but he was savagely grinding his crotch into her face, making her gag on his shaft. Suddenly, somehow alerted to her presence, he looked up and saw Anne in the doorway. Instead of a cry of warning, he merely groaned and fucked his wife's mouth with renewed vehemence. His daughter's eyes began to glow once again with sickly green light. Finally, Brooke broke free and fell back away from him. His face contorted with rage and he grabbed her, forcing her to her knees. He shoved her face roughly against the floor, then pulled up her dress and tore off her panty hose. "Stop! Robert! EeeeeeEEEEEEEEEOOWWW!!!" she screeched as he rudely forced his cock up her ass. "Shit! GOD DAMNIT!! STOP!!" Robert's eyes were locked to Anne's as they glowed and pierced him with their light. Brooke continued to scream as her husband's nine- inch cock plowed up her anus. His fingers dug into her butt checks as he slammed into her repeatedly. "Come on you fucking bitch!" he growled "Make me cum!" "Damn you, you fucking bastard! Let me GO!" she screamed. "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 was punctuated with a thrust hard enough to raise her knees off the ground. She grunted as all her weight was placed on her chest and her breasts were smashed against the floor. Then he leaned back, pumping furiously as he began to cum. He moaned loudly, his body nearly vibrating as spurt after spurt of jism filled up his wife's asshole. Anne quietly closed the door and crept back to her room. Behind her, she heard her mother's voice explode in a string of curses vicious enough to melt the paint off the walls. ----- Chapter IV: Childish Pleasures February, 1994 "No, no, no, yuck!" An article of clothing flying across the room accompanied each "no". Anne held up a yellow and red flower print dress, made a face at it and tossed in the corner. "Shit, doesn't this kid have a single decent thing to wear?" Finally she settled on a dark blue dress with white lace trim that came to just above her knees. "At least I'm not wearing any underwear!" she crackled, grabbing her book bag and galloping down the stairs to the kitchen. In the kitchen she saw her father holding the newspaper up to his face, and her mother getting a cup of coffee. "Morning Mel, here's your cereal," Brooke said, handing her a bowl and spoon. Anne shoveled the tiny letters down her throat then peered up at her dad again. "Good morning, Daddy," she said as she crumpled his paper out of the way. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the large black and purple circle around his eye, not to mention the scabbed up furrows on his checks. "What happened to you?" she asked innocently. "Oh, I ahhh, fell down the porch steps and landed in the rose bush," he answered, darting a glance at Brooke who stood there with her arms folded glaring at him. Anne noted that her mother was in no hurry to sit at the table and suppressed a smile. She had to still be sore from the reaming she'd endured the night before. Looking down at her cereal, Anne jumped in surprise to see spelled out in her Alpha-Bits, "B-E-H-A-V-E." Quickly she jabbed her spoon at the letters and mixed them around. They spun around the bowl and then spelt, "O-R E-L-S-E." Dipping her spoon into the milk she rapidly devoured the "else", then lifted the bowl to her mouth and slurped the rest of it down. "MELISSA!" her mother's voice resounded. Peering up over the edge of the bowl, her mouth full of cereal and milk she gurgled, "What?" "You KNOW you aren't supposed to do that!" Brooke reprimanded. Swallowing quickly and pushing her chair away from the table she darted to the sink and rinsed off her dishes. "I'm sorry Mom, I was just trying to hurry." "Oh, come on, let's go," Brooke sighed, picking up her brief case and clicking out of the kitchen. Anne darted over and gave her father a kiss on the cheek before she followed her mother. At the front door they were met by an elderly woman, who helped them both into their coats. "Call me if you need anything, Mrs. Cranton, and keep an eye on Jose," Brooke told the servant. The old lady smiled, nodded and said, "I will Mrs. 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 Lexus sat idling in front of the door. A young man wearing a black chauffeur's cap opened the driver's side door and Brooke got in. He then quickly jogged around to the passenger side and opened the door for Anne. She smiled up at him as she scuttled into the car. * * * Thwakk! A sharp pain on her right hand rudely interrupted Anne's erotic dream. "MELISSA! Wake up!" Peering up through her bangs, the little succubus saw the gross, overweight, disgusting creature that was her teacher holding a ruler over her threateningly. Thwakkk! She swung the ruler down on Anne's already red knuckles. "Go to the office right NOW!" she screeched. Anne grit her teeth and struggled not to tear into the bitch right then and there as she got out of her seat. The class giggled at her as she walked out of the room. Spinning around she pierced each of them with a baleful glare, memorizing their faces before she stalked out of the room. * * * "Go ahead, call her," motioned the principal towards the phone on his desk. Reluctantly Anne picked up the phone, glanced at the number the principal had written on his desk pad and dialed her mother's work. After two rings someone answered the phone. "Hoffman, Young and Smith, this is Brooke Hoffman speaking. May I help you?" Her mother said when she answered. "Uh, hi Mom. This is Melissa. I, uh, have to stay after school today," she mumbled. "What? How come?" Brooke asked. "I have detention." "What happened?" her mother snapped. "Ms. Hayworth has it in for me!" she blurted out. "Give me the phone," the principal demanded, pulling the receiver out of her hand. "Excuse me, Mrs. Hoffman. This is Principal Reggs. Your daughter Melissa fell asleep in class today and this isn't the first time it's happened. Actually, this is the third time this week. So we are giving her detention, which will be for two hours after school today." "All right, I'll have a long talk with her when she gets home, and I'll have someone pick her up after detention," Brooke sighed. "Thank you Mrs. Hoffman. Good-bye." Mr. Reggs said, then placed the phone back in its cradle. * * * I'm not going to some stinking detention, thought Anne. I have better things to do! She was walking down Livingston Avenue to the nearby Walnut Ridge High School. Walking around the building, she finally found the smoking section behind the Auto Shop. Four young toughs stood there passing a joint around. The snow crunched under her feet and the boys jumped guiltily. Then, seeing it was only a little girl, they laughed and one of them fell back on the white covered hill that slanted sharply up from the back of the building. "Jesus girl, you gave us a scare. What are you doing back here?" questioned one of the guys. He had dark brown hair coming down to his shoulders. His patched and torn jeans jacket was covered in numerous rock buttons and his combat boots were unlaced. "What's your name?" Mel asked. "I'm Steve," he replied. "And this is Tony," pointing at the guy rolling on the hill. He wore a black leather jacket with strange and bloody pictures painted on it, and had long dirty blond hair. Steve then pointed to a tall blond kid behind him. "This is Rusty." Rusty's hair was shaved on the sides and long on top and in the back. He currently had it pulled back in a ponytail. Rusty made a face at her as he took a deep drag off the joint. "Whacha doing here little girl?" Rusty asked as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. A black guy from the back snatched the burning butt out of Rusty's hands. His hair was all done in little braids with silver skull beads at the end; it was also shaved on the sides. His biker's jacket had spikes and a wolf's head hanging over his shoulder. The beads clacked as he nodded at her. "I'm Artie, and this is my crew," he bellowed. Tony lifted himself off the hill and tackled the black guy in the middle. Grabbing a hand full of snow he mushed it in Artie's face. "We ain't your "crew", give me a fuckin' break!" Tony laughed as Rusty quickly grabbed the joint out of Artie's hand and they rolled around the ground playfully wrestling. Steve cackled madly then glanced at the little girl. Twin beams of green light pierced his brain and he froze like a deer pinned by headlights. Rusty looked at Steve in confusion when his laughter suddenly stopped. Then he locked gazes with the little succubus as well, and halted in place. Sensing something amiss, Tony and Artie untangled but were both stabbed by Anne's eyes in turn. Walking over, she snatched the joint out of Rusty's hand, inhaled deeply, exhaled, and then took another toke. "Do any of you have a car," she demanded. "I do," Rusty mumbled. "Good, let's go," Anne ordered as she took one more long drag from the marijuana cigarette and then tossed the butt to the ground. * * * Anne, Artie and Tony piled in the back of Rusty's purple convertible '67 Camero, while Rusty and Steve sat up front. "Put some music in and go to Sherwood Drive," Anne commanded Rusty. He dug through his box of cassettes and popped one in the tape deck before he started his car. Loud heavy metal music screamed out of the speakers as Rusty barreled up the hill out of the parking lot, and turned left on Livingston. Anne climbed on Artie's lap and stared deeply into his eyes. She felt his penis twitch under her and reached down to unzip his jeans. His thick black shaft jumped out as soon as she opened his fly. Wasting no time she slid herself down, burying his cock to the hilt in her cunt. His immense organ stretched her lips apart as it delved into her. Her pussy slid wetly on his shaft, gripping tightly as she took it inside her. His balls tightened and pulled up close to his body. A low rumbling began to escape from his throat. Startled, Anne looked up at him as a full-fledged growl emerged from his mouth and his eyes flared yellow. With a smirk she released him from his entrancement. For a surprised moment he looked at her then groaned and bucked under her petite body. His hands wrapped around her small waist and lifted her almost completely off his cock. Then he slammed her back down. His cock entered and exited her with a slurping noise, as her tight pussy grabbed at his dick. She rotated her hips into his groin, grinding herself on his pole as she bounced up and down. He snarled and tossed his head from side to side with a clacking of beads. More growls reverberated from deep in his throat as he buried his face in her neck. His teeth fastened on her pale flesh and he chewed on her tendon. He held her down on his cock, all eight inches of it shoved into her tender cunt. They ground in counterpoint to each other, as she rocked frantically in his lap. Her clit ground fiercely into his pubic bone, his ebony rod in dark contrast to her pale hairless pussy. With total abandon they nearly vibrated as they both reached orgasm and cum slicked his shaft. With a happy sigh Anne climbed off Artie's cock and sat back down between him and Tony. As Artie put his penis back in his pants, she peered out the window and saw they were parked on the street near her elementary school. "Pull around to the teacher's lot," she ordered the oblivious Rusty. "I don't know what the hell you are girl, but you're definitely not what you seem," mumbled Artie. "Hell. Yes, exactly," she commented. "But you already belong there yourself. I can see the blood on your hands and the violence in your heart. The beast is in you and you've already given yourself to him." "What can I say? It's fun. Murder's easy, it's all easy," he said smiling. "But these others...?" Anne questioned. "Nahh, they're still innocents. Stealin' a car and trashin' it is 'bout as evil as they get," he laughed. "Well, there's a first time for everything..." she trailed off as she saw Ms. Hayworth waddle to her car. "That's her!" she exclaimed. "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 purred, then to Rusty, "Follow that brown Oldsmobile, at a distance!" she directed. Rusty pulled out and made the right hand turn down Livingston, tucking in behind a blue Nissan that was following the teacher's car. They made another right north on Hamilton Rd. and followed it up to Main, where they made a left. They trailed slowly behind Ms. Hayworth until she pulled into her development. They drove by when she turned 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've got condoms if you're going to have them rape that fat cow." Artie informed her. "You're a very practical murderer," she said to him. "How do you think I avoid gettin' caught?" he snickered. "OK." Then to Rusty, "Park the car and everyone put your gloves on." They all moved quickly to comply with her orders. Anne had them get out of the car and hop a fence into Ms. Hayworth's backyard. She had Rusty pick her up so she could peer in the kitchen window. She saw her teacher's fat ass poking out of the refrigerator. "Let's go!" she whispered, sending thoughts of uncontrollable violence and lust at the three boys, and then letting them loose. Artie opened the screen door and with a shattering kick, ripped the door off its hinges. Ms. Hayworth banged her head on the top of the icebox as she jumped at the sound. Tony and Steve slammed into her and knocked her to the ground. Steve roughly covered her mouth with his hand and Rusty grabbed a wet rag from the sink and jammed it in her mouth. The teacher's eyes were wide in terror and she tried to scream around her gag. Rusty pulled out some drawers, tossing them to the ground in a crashing of silverware. "Ah ha!" Rusty exclaimed as he pulled out a roll of silver duct tape. He ripped off a long strip and placed it over the teacher's mouth, wrapping the tape several times around her head. She struggled wildly, kicking out at Tony as he held her legs. With a snarl he released her legs and kicked her sharply in the thigh. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she tried to wiggle out of the way, but Tony kept raining kicks down on her. He battered her up and down her legs and torso with his steel toed combat boots. She attempted to curl up in a ball under his assault, but Steve and Rusty jerked her arms roughly behind her back and taped them together. They wound the tape around her wrists, then all the way up her arms to her elbows, forcing her shoulders backwards painfully. Artie pulled out a long boot knife and smiled insanely at Ms. Hayworth as he held it up in front of her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her body quivered with fear. He slid the knife under the collar of her shirt and cleanly sliced off the garment. The teacher's huge breasts sat on the rolls of fat of her stomach, and it all gleamed wetly with sweat. Artie made a disgusted face at Anne and she giggled. The girl moved so she was standing above her teacher's face, and the other four moved out of her way. "You shouldn't have fucked with me, you ugly cow!" she snarled as she let loose with a stream of urine which splattered directly on their captive's face. Ms. Hayworth threw her head wildly side to side in an attempt to avoid the piss, but Anne just laughed wildly, then moved back to the side. "Have fun boys!" she said, gesturing to the woman bound and gagged on the kitchen floor. Artie cut off the woman's skirt, exposing her heavy, dimpled thighs and thick calves. He reached into his pockets and handed the other three foil wrapped packages. They looked at him in confusion. "Put 'em on!" he bellowed. The three turned to Anne and she nodded. Artie tackled Anne and threw her back on the kitchen table. He raised her dress and buried his face in her hairless muff. She groaned and turned her head to watch the other three go to work. They all pulled out their young cocks and slid the rubber sheaths down their shafts. Steve threw himself between her fat, bruised legs and brutally shoved his cock into her dry snatch. She struggled against him, but Tony placed a knife against her throat. She immediately stopped moving. He laughed as he slapped her repeatedly, knocking her head back and forth. A small line of red oozed blood on her neck, where he pressed the knife down. Rusty bent over and fondled her gigantic tits. He grabbed a handful and savagely twisted it clockwise. The rag in her mouth blocked another muffled scream. He grabbed the other tit in his free hand and sadistically squeezed them both while twisting them as far as they could go in both directions. He pinched both nipples as hard as he could, her breasts already turning purple from his ministrations. Meanwhile, Artie lashed Melissa's clit with his tongue and she roughly pinched her nipples while she watched the three boys torture Ms. Hayworth. Steve's ass flexed as he drove his throbbing organ into her cunt. He rammed it into her with enough force to slide her back and forth on the linoleum, her rolls of fat jiggling as he raped her. He humped her rapidly as he approached orgasm and let out a long wail when his cum exploded out of his cock. Anne wildly ground her cunt on Artie's mouth and her hot juices splattered on his face. Tony moved between the teacher's legs as soon as Steve finished. He plowed into her with his massive hard on, the condom luckily providing lubrication. At the same time Rusty closed his hands around her throat and cut off her air. His eyes gleamed maniacally as her's bugged out and her face turned red. "Aw, come on man," pleaded Tony, "I don't wanna fuck a corpse!" Regretfully, Rusty released her throat and her nostrils flared trying to get air back into her lungs. He danced around her head and then jumped down on either side of her face, his boots tearing into her flesh. Tony groaned, pulled out of her, then slid down and put his shoulders under her legs. Pushing up, he raised her legs and exposed her ass. Ruthlessly he jammed his raging cock into her shithole. The abused educator squeezed her eyes shut but more tears ran out from under her lids and snot ran from her nose as she took deep gulps of air. Rusty leaned over and savagely squeezed her nose. Her eyes flew open again as she tried to breathe. He let go, then drew back his arm and slammed the heel of his hand into her nose. The cartilage shattered with a crunching noise and blood bubbled out of her nostrils. Tony kept jamming his cock into her like a battering ram. Blood flowed freely from her torn and tortured asshole as his cock slid roughly in and out of her puckered anus. He spread her ass cheeks out of the way and drove his cock up her rectum as he shot his load. As soon as he withdrew, Rusty positioned himself between her legs. His swollen cock was longer than Artie's but not as thick. He slowly slid his penis into her puffy folds, leaning down over her and laying most of his weight on her stomach. He stared into her eyes as he leisurely raped her. The rubber coating on his cock gleaming wetly as it slipped between her hairy nether lips. He bared his teeth at her and arranged his arm between their bodies. He once again savagely twisted and pinched her nipples as he slowly pushed in and withdrew. He savored her pain, then placed his full weight on her as he moved his hands to her neck. Gently, he caressed the skin of her throat. Tracing the bleeding cut with his finger, he looked deeply into her eyes. He almost lovingly spread his fingers around her neck and gently squeezed. Her eyes pleaded with him as her windpipe was compressed and her chest heaved as she struggled to get air into her lungs. Rusty's thrusts became quicker as her face darkened. His teeth ground together and he slammed his member into her fat twat. Ms. Hayworth thrashed violently, bucking and trying wildly to throw Rusty off. He held on, however, and her struggling only made him more excited. Her efforts to free herself grew weaker and her face gained a purple tint. Rust panted as he watched her die underneath him. Her arms and legs collapsed to the ground, but he continued to squeeze her throat. Finally, he threw his head back, arched his back and shivered violently. His cock jerked inside her as he exploded in climax and collapsed on top of her. At last, he released his grip on her neck, picked himself off of her rapidly cooling body and looked around. Artie held out a plastic bag and motioned towards his dick. Rusty giggled as he peeled the cum-encrusted condom off his penis and placed it in the bag with the other two. Pulling his pants back up, he then went and joined Steve and Tony as they robbed the place. They finally finished up with pillowcases full of stuff and headed out the back door. The sun had already set and the darkness helped hide their escape. Anne had them pull up behind her school and got out of the car. Artie followed her. "Well, that was lots of fun. Don't get caught with any of that stuff," she told him. "We won't, I know a good fence. They won't trace it from him to us. But what about you? You pissed on her face, they can analyze that!" Artie exclaimed. Anne shrugged, "Who would think to check out a little girl like me?" Artie turned and looked at his friends, they looked dazed but aware. He gave Anne 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 told him. He smiled and his eyes reflected the light back at her, just like a cat caught in front of a car's headlights. He waved a salute at her and jumped back in the car. Rusty tore off out of the parking lot and down the street. Anne entered the building from the back entrance and walked down the deserted hallways. She waited until her detention would have let out and exited through the front door. She sighed as she got in her mother's car, knowing Brooke would lecture her all the way home about sleeping in class.