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 Title: Where Demons Tread
Author: Forgottenidol
EMail: novarask@protonmail.com

   Mf horror nc rape violent rough humil size

   Summary: An open sexual family gets a visit from a strange man that is
only interested in one thing: their daughter





   My wife and I were never ones to be considered traditional.  We have had
an open marriage for years, and good friends of ours have shared in our
relations.  Last year we made the daring decision to include our oldest
daughter, Stacy, into our sexual relations.  Stacy took to in naturally. 
We were gentle and slow with her and she learned to enjoy it very much. 
I'd be lying if I told you that I didn't enjoy it myself.  Stacy was twelve
when I first made love to her, and it was incredible.

   When Stacy turned thirteen we allowed her to start sleeping with our
friends too.  It started with Larry, our closest friend and neighbor, and
our other friends followed shortly afterward.  We controlled the situation
absolutely.  A great amount of trust existed between us and our close
friends, and we would demand to watch when anyone was with our daughter. 
We had rules, there was no rough stuff at all, no fetish stuff.  Luckily
for her, and for us, none of our friends were well endowed, all were pretty
much average, because, as I previously stated, our daughter was only
thirteen.  She was somewhat small, even for her age; she will always be
petite and thin framed.  She had just started to develop, but may have been
a little behind some of her friends of the time.  Her thin frame just gave
the small indication of a woman's figure, there were only a few soft, short
hairs along her crotch, her breasts were only swollen half circles on her
chest that would barely fill up the center of your palm.  I loved both my
daughters - the other being Casey, who was two years younger - but Stacy
was my little princess.  She was my first, and when I made love to her it
was sensual and loving.  I was always slow and gentle with her.  Her young
vagina felt amazing to me; even after a year of being sexually active it
was incredibly tight, and even my modest cock would bottom out in her
shallow channel.  Her pussy would also get extremely wet which added to the
sensation.

   Everything was wonderful for that year, but one night changed
everything. My entire family will be recovering from it for years, maybe
for the rest of our lives.  As we discovered: no matter how innocently we
tread in dark places, when you walk where demons tread, it is only a matter
of time before you are face to face with one.

   It was a rainy night.  That is not a cliché, it really was raining. 
Pouring really.  It was windy too and from time to time the lights would
flicker.  It was unsettling, but nothing we had not seen in the past.  I
had spent most of the night curled up on the couch with my wife watching
television.  Our daughters were upstairs doing whatever it was that girls
do.  I was half asleep.  It was around nine-thirty when there was a knock
at the door.  At first, I didn't notice it until there was a second knock
and my wife nudged me.

   "Who the hell could that be, with the weather?" My wife said.

   We were used to having people stop by now and again, but I didn't think
that anyone would have been out in the weather either.

   I got up and went to the door.  I made certain that the chain-lock was
secure and opened the door a crack.

   "Yes?" I asked.  The man that was at my doorstep was clothed all in
black.  He was wearing a broad-rimmed hat that cast his face in shadows. 
He said nothing.  "I think you have the wrong house."

   I went to close the door but he quickly moved his hand up and stopped
it. He was a large man.  He was maybe six and a half feet tall and broad.

   "I do not think that you understand the severity of your situation, Mr.
Roberts." He said.  His voice was deep and calm, and he had an accent I did
not recognize; it was western European or maybe Russian.

   "I don't know what you are talking about." I told him.  I was an average
guy.  I wasn't big, but I was no wimp either, but this person frightened
me.

   "It has come to my attention that you are the overseer of a rather
debaucherous institution." He said to me.

   "I don't know what you are talking about," I told him.

   He lifted his head a bit, and from the small amount of light that grazed
across his face I could see his eyes were blood-red.  He sighed.

   "You know well what I mean, Mr.  Roberts," He said, "Do not take me for
a fool.  You should get friends that are more tight-lipped."

   "I think you should just leave," I said to him.

   He sighed heavily and scowled at me, "That is unfortunate."

   Outside a large bolt of lightening lit up the sky.  The rain was falling
more heavily.

   I quickly closed the door.  As I turned the lock, lightening outside lit
up the entire house.  Thunder shook the house violently and in a blink all
the lights in our house went out; we were in complete darkness.

   The door was suddenly forced open, the chain-lock and the bolt tearing
through the door's frame.  I was pushed back as it flung open and I landed
on the floor several feet away.  I looked up to see the dark man walking
slowing through the doorway, a bolt of lightening lighting him from behind.

   "I guess being polite should not be my method here," he said.

   I struggled to get up as I heard my wife yelling, "What the hell was
that?!" She made it around the corner from the living room just as the man
was upon me.  He leaned over me, stared at me with his dark, red eyes with
a scowl and laid a quick fist along side my head.  It felt as if I was hit
by a metal bat, and all I remembered was feeling the hardwood floor against
my cheek before everything went black.

   When I awoke, I felt as if I were in a nightmare.  In fact, I often
dream that it was just a nightmare and nothing more.  I was tied to a
chair; ropes around my wrists, ankles, and body were pulled very tightly. I
had a hard time breathing.  We were in my bedroom, next to my bed.  I
looked to my left, and saw my wife tied up just as I was in a chair.  But
unlike myself, she had a long piece of tape over her mouth.  Tears were
visibly running along her cheeks.  I heard a muffled sound from the other
side.

   I looked over, and along my bed was my precious daughter, Stacy.  She
was laid out along the bed, her wrists tied together behind her back.  Her
nightshirt was bunched up around her waist, which exposed her panties.

   "Well, Mr.  Roberts, I see you are awake," I heard a voice say.

   I looked up and saw the dark figure sitting in a chair several feet in
front of us.  He stood up and walked towards us.  I was terrified.  He
removed his hat as we stepped toward me.  His head was shaved.  He looked
rough and muscular, his eyes glowing like rubies.  His skin was pale,
almost grayish.  I felt something stirring at my feet.

   I looked down and saw my younger daughter, tied up just like Stacy, at
my feet.

   I looked back up at the man, more terrified than before.

   He smiled.

   "Wha...  what do you want!?" I said to him.

   He just kept smiling.  "I want what everyone else wants, Mr.  Roberts.
To embrace that which I love." His smile turned to a smirk and he looked
over at Stacy.

   "Don't you fucking touch her!" I yelled defiantly.

   "Oh, I do not think you are in a position to make demands," his voice
became calmer and more calculated.  He simply kept smiling at me, "tell me,
Mr.  Roberts, how is it that you could fuck your daughter and then go back
to sleeping with that withered, loose-cunt of a wife?"

   I heard my wife struggling, and mumbling through the tape.  She glared
at him as if cursing at him with her eyes.

   "Fuck you!" I yelled at him.  He had control of us, but I wasn't going
to let him enjoy it.  Or so I thought.

   He chuckled a laugh that sounded like a child laughing at a cheep magic
trick.  "My dear, Mr.  Roberts, words will do nothing for you now.  You
should be happy.  I know that you love to watch when men fuck your little
girl, and I have been so kind as to let you watch now." He leaned in closer
to me, and at the same time her grabbed Stacy's ankle, which forced her to
jump.  He pulled her quickly closer to the edge of the bed and lazily
rubbed her calf.  I could hear her trembling in fear and it broke my heart.
"That is what I am going to do," his voice became softer; "I am going to
fuck her, and she is going to scream."

   Tears came from my eyes and I glared at him.  I was angry, I wanted to
kill him, but I couldn't move.  I was helpless.  Even thinking of it now I
can barely breath.

   "I see your anger, Mr.  Roberts," he said, looking back at Stacy.  He
smiled more broadly, "She is going to beg me to stop, and I will fuck her
even harder!" He looked back at me, "So is that really anger, or is it
jealousy?"

   I was taking deep breaths of anger and struggled against the ropes but
it was hopeless.  He looked back at my daughter and watched himself run his
fingers along the skin of her calf.

   "She is so soft," He said, "so small and innocent.  That is what really
gets you, isn't it.  That is why you fuck your daughter: the gentle,
innocent eyes looking at you, the warm, soft, youthful skin beneath you,
the soft panting of her confused pleasure.  You are a pedophile, Mr. 
Roberts."

   "I love her!" I blurted out, loosing my self-control and weeping
uncontrollably.

   "Love..." he paused, "is a wonderful disguise of perversion." He looked
back up at my daughter's tear-drenched face.  His look seemed almost
sympathetic.  "When you feel her little body beneath yours, how do you
feel? Powerful?  Does her little cunt make your dick feel big?" He laughed
and turned my chair so that it was facing the bed.

   I looked at my daughter squirming against her bonds.  She stared at me,
pleading with me with her eyes.  All I could do was cry.

   The man got up and kneeled on the bed next to her, his hand moving up
her leg.  I could see her shiver from his touch.  He looked down at her and
smiled and reached up and pulled the tape from her mouth.  "We are going to
want to hear you scream, little one," he said.

   "Daddy!" She yelled the moment that the tape was free from her mouth.

   "How sweet," he chuckled, and ran his hand along her face.

   "Stop it!" I yelled.

   He laughed again.

   Through my tear-blurred eyes, I was forced to be a helpless spectator to
whatever that beast had planned for my daughter.

   The man leaned down close to my daughter's face.  "Hello," he said, his
hand still rubbed her cheek, "I'm going to fuck you."

   "Please...  No," she pleaded with him meekly.  She looked up at the
large man, clearly in a panic over what he might do to her.

   "But I heard you like to fuck, so I'm going to give you something
special," he said.  His hand moved down along her neck, to the top of her
nightshirt.

   "AH!" Stacy yelled as, with one strong move, he tore the top of her
nightshirt open, and exposed her chest to him.  "Erm!" She shivered and
winced as he pulled at her sensitive nipples before he leaned down and
pulled one of her small breasts completely into his mouth.

   He slurped at her breasts, going from one and then the other.  He
squeezed them roughly with his fingers, pulled at her tiny nipples, and all
Stacy could do was groan and squirm in discomfort beneath him.

   He lifted his head and looked at her.  Her eyes were closed tightly. 
His hands continued rubbing her chest.  He leaned in close to her and
inhaled deeply, like a carnivore smelling it's prey.  He smiled and looked
up at me.

   He rose and shifted down the bed and untied her ankles.  He took hold of
her ankles and brutally pulled her legs apart and at the same time jerking
her towards him.

   "Ah...  Please!" Stacy cried.

   He was not going to be gentle, I knew.  He pressed her firmly down into
the bed and held her by one of her thighs.  He lowered himself between her
legs.  In desperation she flailed her free leg, trying to close her legs
and force the brute away from her.  She failed.  With every attempt she
made, the large man simply tossed her leg aside.  He managed to get hold of
her panties and with a tear they were free from her.

   Stacy gasped, and struggled more violently as her pussy was exposed.  He
breathed in, like an animal taking in her sent.  He smirked, and snarled,
and looked down at her small, helpless body with the passion of a starving
man looking at a full course meal.  Without hesitation, he pulled her by
her thighs, spreading them painfully apart, and lifted her entire lower
body off the bed and drove his head down between them.

   "Gah...  AHHHHHHH!" Stacy gasped and screamed.  She arched her back and
threw her head backwards.  The beast latched his large mouth over her cunt
and sucked at it like a vampire at the neck of their victim.  He mauled the
flesh of her pussy with his lips, his tongue obviously slicing in between
her lips and invading the sacred orifice of her young sex.

   I closed my eyes, but as I heard the moist, slurping sounds of his
efforts, my mind brought up images of the last time I had slept with Stacy.
I heard the sounds and they reminded me of the sounds I heard every time my
dick was moving in and out of her.  I was horrified by myself.  I opened my
eyes, once again taking in the sight of my daughter groaning, and of the
strange man feeding on her cunt as if it gave him life.

   "Er...  ah!" Stacy moaned.  Her face contorted in an obvious effort to
deny the pleasure the beast was making her feel.

   Suddenly he stopped, and pulled his face up a few inches and gazed down
along her crotch and flat belly.  Her pussy and his mouth glistened with
the mixture of her juices and his saliva.

   "My dear, Stacy...  you are getting wet for me," he smirked and then
gazed at me.  "I think your daughter wants to fuck me!" He inhaled deeply
again.  "What a little whore you've made," he said before again clamping
his mouth over her sex.

   "You bastard!" I screamed at the same time my daughter again let out a
loud moan.  She had her eyes shut, her face grimaced in discomfort and
pleasure.  I didn't want to look but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. 
Her small body looked so innocent and helpless in the arms of the large
man. Her small shivers of pleasure were captivating.  I felt my cock start
to stiffen.

   "No," I thought, "Stop!" I shut my eyes tight and lowered my head.  I
was ashamed of myself, and I have never been ashamed of anything before.  I
felt as if I would vomit from the disgust.  But still, the sounds of my
young daughter's pussy being sucked on sounded so wonderful to me.  My
mouth watered as I remembered the taste of it.  I loved eating her.  I
shook my head, snapping myself out of my fantasy and back into the horrible
reality.

   I looked up just as the man again lifted his head.  He looked over at me
and smiled.  He let go of Stacy's legs and she fell limply onto the
mattress.

   He looked down at her as she panted in ecstasy and rubbed the very
noticeable bulge in his dark pants.  "I think she is almost ready for the
fucking of a lifetime," he said as he undid his pants slowly.

   He smiled even more broadly as he reached into his pants.

   At that moment I jumped back.  What he pulled out of his pants couldn't
have been real.  His dick flopped out and hung down between his thighs.  It
was limp, but still longer and thicker than any cock I had seen erect.  It
was real, very real, and he knew what was going through my head as he
chuckled as he watched me.  He couldn't put that monster into my little
daughter.  I saw it throb and extend a bit and flare wider and wider.  It
would hurt my daughter, but that would not stop him at all.  I knew he was
going to use that deformity of a cock on my little girl and he was not
going to be gentle about it.  He would use that thing to brutally fuck her;
to rape her without mercy, and she would never be the same.

   I heard his chuckle again and I almost gagged.  Again, he pulled at my
daughter's thighs.  She still had her eyes closed and had yet to catch a
glimpse of the weapon he was to use on her.  He pulled her little hips up
and rested her butt in his lap.  He hooked his arm around her thigh, her
other one hung limply off his lap.  Her pussy was completely open to him,
and she was limp with a mixture of confused emotions and feelings.  I could
sense her terror, but also I could see her pussy still moistening from the
arousal he had caused her.

   Slowly he moved his free hand up along her smooth stomach and then down
along her crotch.  She tensed and a small gasp escaped her lips as his
large, rough hand grazed the swollen flesh of her hot pussy.

   "She is incredibly wet," he said as he traced his fingers along her
lips, pulling it back to see his fingers glisten.  He pressed his fingers
between swollen lips, teasing the snug entrance of her vagina with his
fingertip.

   "AHHH...  oh," my daughter arched her back as his finger slowly slid
into her.  He gently eased the tip in and felt the tightness grip at it. 
Then in a second he punched forward, and slammed his finger roughly into
her pussy.

   "AH!" Stacy jumped back as best she could as she felt his thick finger
suddenly penetrate her.

   The man again inhaled deeply.  "What a wonderful pussy you have, Stacy,"
he said as he rocked his finger in and out of her a little.  "So wet and
tight you are," he said, "no wonder why daddy loves to fuck you."

   He continued working his finger in and out for her, and as he did the
huge pipe of meat that he had for a cock thicken and hardened until it was
sticking up from his lap.  It was at the very least a foot long and
amazingly thick.  There was no possible way for him to fuck her with that
thing, I thought.

   "Are you ready to be fucked, my dear Stacy?" He asked her as he slid his
finger out of her.  Her eyes were firmly closed, but she opened them when
he pushed her off of his lap and her ass was once again on the bed.  He
kneeled next to her and looked down at her while he stroked his monstrous
cock.

   She gazed at the ceiling for a moment, lost in some other place no
doubt. Then her eyes shifted to the shadowy figure next to her, and the
giant pole that was attached to him.  She jumped in shock, and the man
chuckled.

   "Come here, Stacy," he said with a sinister tone as he again pulled at
one of her legs.

   "No!...  NO!" she yelled at him, again kicking and screaming.  I could
hear my wife behind me weeping.

   He pulled Stacy's legs, and handled her as if she had no weight.  Her
struggling was in vain as he pulled her legs until he was between them. 
His huge cock flared in anticipation.  "Do you not like my cock, Stacy?" He
asked, "I'm going to stuff it into that tiny pussy of yours."

   He settled in between her legs, and pulled her ass up, cradling each of
her cheeks in his hands.  He lifted her lower body off the bed, pulling her
to meet the hard shaft that pointed straight out from his crotch.  I
cockhead flared with excitement.  He pulled her toward him, the tip of his
cock nestling against the soft, hairless lips of her pussy.  She still
tried to struggle, but the man's strength was unmatched; he held her firmly
in place.

   The head of his cock flared again, it's width looking more monstrous
against her tight slit.

   "It's time for you to open up for me, Stacy," He said.

   "No!  Please...  don't!" She yelled.

   He firmly gripped her ass, and I saw him drive forward.  The wide head
pressed against her juvenile cunt.

   "No...  Noooooooo..." Stacy's screamed, but her scream slowly faded out
into a dreadful silence.  Her lubricated pussy lips opened up and spread
halfway along the thick cockhead.  The lips spread out, stretching to their
limits and then strained in a vain effort to stop the thicker end of the
knob from entering.

   Stacy mouthed screams that were inaudible until her head tilted back. 
She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth in pain.

   "No!...  Stop!" She yelled, "Ow!  Stop...  NO!  Daddy!" She cried and
panted, and I wept.

   "Daddy turned you into a little cunt," The monster said.  He pulled her
roughly into him.  He was relentless in his pursuit to enter her.  He
pressed down into her; his strength made the resistance of her body
useless.

   "No!  Noo!  OWW...  Arghh!" Stacy let out a deafening groan as the last
of the cockhead pushed passed the futile resistance of her pussylips.

   Her pussy opened grotesquely, her pussylips stretched so thin that they
were undetectable.

   The large man groaned.  "That's my girl," he said, "take my cock."

   "Err...  Uh...  God!  OW!  STOP!" She yelled.  Tears flowed from her
eyes, her fists clenched at the sheets of the bed.  She bit at her lower
lip.

   "Yes...  scream for me!" He yelled.  He groaned as he never let up his
pressure that drove his monstrous shaft into her tiny body.  "Keep
screaming for me." He jerked him hips forward.

   "Err...  uh!  God!" Stacy cried.  She panted heavily from panic.  His
cock progressed at a snails-pace.  A fraction of an inch at a time it crept
forward, filling her narrow channel to the point of bursting.  "Urgh! 
Stop...  please, Stop...  It hurts!  OWW!"

   Her pleas landed on no one's ears but mine and I was helpless.  I was so
far beyond the point of grief.  The enormous cock was so obviously causing
her a lot of agony, but yet he was a mere inch beyond the head, inside her.

   I could not imagine what she would feel in the near future.  My heart
sank deeply and my stomach turned.  The upper part of her body, which was
the only part still on the bed, squirmed in misery, her fists pounded into
the mattress.

   "Yes, Stacy!  Beg for me," he yelled, a red glow flickering in his eyes,
and a look of complete evil on his face.  "Beg for me to stop!"

   "Please...  Please Stop!" She yelled, "I can't take it!  STOP!"

   "No!" He yelled, and drove even more forcefully into her, "You like to
fuck, so fuck me.  Take me deep and fuck me."

   Despite his brutal force, the tightness of her pussy pushed back against
him and continued to slow the progress of his cock.  Only another inch had
managed to gain entrance, and still a monumental amount of cock remained
outside her.

   He lifted her ass even further up off the bed, and settled up onto his
knees.  He drove down into her from the new angle, again forcing a cry for
mercy from my daughter's lips.  He jammed down into her mercilessly and
brutally, cramming yet more of his cock into her overstuffed channel.

   She let out a wailing moan and I felt my heart tear in half as his cock
tore at my tender little girl.  Another inch managed to be crammed inside,
and I knew that soon she would be at her absolute limits and I feared what
would happen then.

   "Stop it!" I yelled at him, "you'll never get that inside her.  You're
hurting her!"

   "She will take me," He said, and again drove down ruthlessly into her,
ramming his cock into her with all his strength.

   "Erg!  AHHH!" Stacy yelled.  The large cock penetrated her deeply,
obviously pressing roughly against her cervix.

   "Ah, her pussy is wonderful," He said, and started pumping down into her
and pulling her ass up against his thrusts, as if trying to slam more of
his cock into her.

   Stacy whimpered with every thrust.  The pressure against her cervix must
have been enormous, as each hammering motion he made tried to push it back
into her womb.

   He grunted and groaned as he sped up his pace.  Stacy continued to plead
with him in vain.

   His hands bit into her ass as he pulled her up into his thrusts.  He
continued pounding her for several minutes, until Stacy became so lucid in
her humiliation she became limp with exhaustion.  She no longer pleaded
with him, only bit down into her lip and winced with each brutal thrust.

   He pulled her legs up and rested them against his shoulders, and wrapped
his large hands around her waist.  He increased the rate and ferocity of
his thrusts and he looked at me and smiled.

   Stacy's tight pussy adjusted only slightly to the immense girth of his
cock, each time he pumped into her he pulled out by only a half inch, but
still it dragged the lips of her pussy along with it.

   With each thrust he pulled her hips up into him, pulling her entire body
up into him roughly.  Her shoulders would fly up off the bed by a few
inches, her hair was tossed back and forth along her face.  She was handled
by this monster so roughly that she flopped around like a rag-doll.  All
that I could hear from her was an agonized breathing and a constant
whimpering that coincided with each passionate thrust the man made.

   I wanted to shut it all out; I wanted to shut my eyes and wake up from
this nightmare.  My head was dizzy.  I could smell the blood that was
rushing into my head, and it mixed with the smell of sweet and violent sex.
My stomach turned and I coughed from the sensation.  The entire time I was
consumed by the darkness of my closed eyes, I heard the constant, heavy
creaking of the bed and the soft, fainting moans of humiliation and pain
that flowed from my daughter's lungs.

   It lasted and lasted.  The minutes felt like hours; the climax of our
agony was never reached, only escalated.

   The demon raped my daughter brutally, slowed his pace, then stopped,
mauled her young body with his hideous hands.  He wrapped them around her
neck and shoulders, and jammed at her mightily.  Her head hung back limply,
her eyes barely open, her mouth slightly gaped.  Her gasps for air were all
that told me that she was still alive.

   He was relentless, and his endurance was inhuman.  Several times he
pounded her hard then stopped, pressed his grotesque manhood deeply against
her cervix, trying to feed more into her.  It was at those times that Stacy
whimpered the loudest, groaning as if being stabbed or cut by a razor.  He
would then ease up only to pull back slightly and fuck into her mercilessly
again.

   It must have been a half hour at least, or more before he quickened his
pace and started to groan loudly.  He plowed himself deeply into her,
bottoming himself out inside her narrow channel.  He moaned loudly and his
cock swelled.

   My daughter quivered slightly.  I felt my head spin.  Even when I opened
my eyes all I saw was darkness.  I was gone, I flopped forward and was
lost.

   When I woke, I felt my cheek against the warm flesh of my daughter's
stomach.  My hands were not tied, but I felt myself being pulled up by my
arms.  I looked around, lights were flickering outside the window.

   Thank god the police were here, I thought.  But then I felt cold metal
being latched around my wrists, and my arms being pulled behind my back.

   I was dragged from the house, into a police car.

   They said all the evidence led to me.  The DNA matched.  No one believed
me when I told them what happened.  My own family testified against me, and
said I had turned into a monster, into a complete demon.  It brainwashed
them, I know it.  It had done something to them.  I was innocent, it was
that demon that had done this...  it was that demon, I was innocent.