Depraved Mom - Part 2 

By WintermuteX 
wintermutex.stories@gmail.com 
https://www.wintermutexstories.com/ 

Tags: M+g, rape, reluc, pedo, magic, demons, preg 

Content: Rape (graphic), Pedophilia, Mother/Daughter, Demons, Hell, 
Impregnation 

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The satin sheets felt cool against her skin. Megan opened her eyes. Her 
own room again. Her own bed. She pulled back the sheets. 

Slimy sweat had dried against her skin, and her thighs and genitals were 
wet with orange gunk. She sat up, feeling dizzy, but satisfied. The 
burning lust in her belly had dwindled to embers. It had been the same 
thing every day this week: a rampant horniness grew inside her 
throughout the day, overriding her thoughts with visions of her body 
being fucked and defiled by monstrous forms. It got worse and worse 
until she managed to get home and tumble into bed and dream again. Then 
the demon came, the ugly, decrepit beast pulling her down into that 
stinking hell and ravishing her body. The experience stayed with her the 
next day, dominating her thoughts, eroding any attempts at 
concentration. 

Just dreams. Nothing more. She muttered the words over and over as she 
got up and took a shower, washing the orange gunk away. Don't think 
about it. Just another wet dream. She must have squirted during the 
night again. That must be it. She didn't allow herself to contemplate 
the other possibility. The images began to intrude on her thoughts even 
as she tried to push them away: a disgusting prick, filthy with smegma, 
slamming home inside her. Her existence reduced to a lewd rhythm of 
squealing passion, knowing she was filth, a mere toy for a creature so 
unutterably repugnant. 

She shook it off and got ready for work. She hadn't felt so reckless in 
years, not since that time she had surrendered herself in the basement 
of a gloryhole club and wound up pregnant with Ashley. Maybe she should 
do that again. She could go downtown, find another club, bend over and 
let a train of strangers slam their disgusting cocks into her, use her 
up and leave thick helpings of cum dripping inside her. Maybe it would 
help. Maybe it would finally satisfy her and she would stop dreaming. 

She brushed the thoughts away. She was a Mom now. She had kept that part 
of herself locked away for years. Her girls needed her. She had 
responsibilities. 

Work was hell. Megan tried to concentrate, but the twitching desire 
between her legs grew throughout the day. She took orders and served 
plates and tried to focus, but her mind kept wandering. Her break came. 

She wandered to the rear of the restaurant. The hot flashes of desire 
kept rippling inside her, getting worse. She couldn't help herself. She 
wanted to be fucked, needed to be fucked. She saw Gus, the short-order 
cook, heading down the hallway to the bathrooms and followed. His greasy 
apron covered a vast paunch of belly. He was the most disgusting cook 
she had ever met - he never washed his hands, the sallow strands of hair 
around his balding head were always grimy with sweat, and from his 
constant smell, she was pretty sure he never showered either. 

Gus pushed past the door to the men's room and disappeared. Megan took a 
deep breath. What was she doing? She didn't know. A small, confused part 
of her whispered for her to turn around, but it was drowned out by the 
pulsing lust. She pushed her way into the men's room. 

Gus was facing the urinal, his fist wrapped around his short, squalid 
excuse for a cock, shaking the last drips of urine from the end. He had 
a piss hardon, she saw. She shut the door behind her and turned the 
lock. 

"Megan?" Gus gawked at her as he turned around, his erect prick still in 
his hand. 

She dropped to her knees in front of him, eyeing the filthy nub of meat. 
It was as fat and disgusting as the rest of the man. Her mouth watered. 
The grossest prick around. That was what a slut like her deserved. 

"Let me. Please." She looked up at him as she reached out to wrap her 
fingers around that dingy little phallus. She almost touched it, almost 
got a grip on the little stick of meat that poked from the bushy forest 
of oily pubic hair, but Gus backed away at the last second. 

"Uh, erm, Megan I..." 

"Don't want me to suck it?" Megan stood up, feeling out of control from 
the raw desire pulsing in her cunt. "Fuck me then. Fuck me Gus." She 
bent over the toilet and pulled her skirt up in back, exposing her 
panties. "Shove that thing in me. Please." Her heart raced. The thought 
of that nasty prick ramming away in her pussy was blinding. 

"Megan I think...uh, maybe..." For a brief moment, Gus looked like he 
might do it. Megan wiggled her hips. She wanted him to bend her over, 
slam her against the toilet like when she was 14, cram his disgusting 
cock inside her and use her like the semen dump that she was. 

He began to edge towards the door, the slammed it open and ran. Megan 
sighed and sagged against the dirty toilet. Fuck me, she thought. 
Somebody. 

She told her boss she wasn't feeling well and left to go home, then 
remembered that she needed to pick up something for dinner for the kids. 
The grocery store lot was mostly empty when she pulled in. She pushed a 
cart inside, trying to ignore the throbbing pangs in her crotch. 

Chicken. Some carrots. A filthy cock, slime leaking from the tip and 
dripping down the shaft. Megan shook her head, trying to straighten her 
thoughts as she pushed the cart along the aisles. She felt a spreading 
spot of warmth spot in her panties, her juices leaking out and soaking 
the cotton. She ignored it, trying to pretend this was just a normal 
day, pushing a rattling cart down empty aisles under the mundane buzz of 
the grocery store lights. 

She turned the corner of the aisle and spotted an employee scanning 
items on the shelf. He was older, obese, sweat staining the armpits of 
his uniform and greasy hair arranged in an unflattering combover. He 
smelled like he hadn't washed in a year. 

Megan brushed up against him, pretended to reach for something. He 
looked at her in surprise. She pressed her tits against his arm, 
purring, then grabbed his hand and pushed it under her skirt. 

"Let's go to the back," she panted. "I'll show you how much of a whore I 
can be." His fingers were so close, hovering an inch from her sopping 
pussy. The fat on his arm jiggled as he tried to shy away. "I'll be your 
bitch. Your cuntrag." She practically wrapped herself around him. "You 
can cum anywhere you want." 

"Bob? You there?" The radio clipped onto the back pocket of his 
oversized pants crackled to life. "Bob I need you to fix the mess in 
aisle 2." 

"I have to uh...have to..." He was backing away, a frightened look on 
his face. He probably thought she was crazy. She *was* crazy. The 
desperate cravings had taken over. He turned the corner of the aisle and 
disappeared. 

Megan fled the store, leaving her cart behind. She tried to still her 
shaking hands as she drove home. The pulsing beat flared in her cunt. 
She steered with one hand, digging the other into her panties and 
slipping her fingers over the flushing lips of her moist cunt. That just 
seemed to make it worse. Warm pleasure radiated upwards, but it stoked 
the lust to a hotter burn without satisfying her. 

It was dark when she got home. She dropped her keys twice trying to get 
them into the lock of the front door, her hands trembling. 

"Mooooooom! Amanda's being a bitch!" 

Ashley whined pathetically from the living room when Megan walked in. 
The girls were wrestling on the couch. Amanda had shoved her little 
sister against the pillow, holding her arm behind her, pinning Ashely 
with her weight. 

"Say you're sorry." Amanda demanded. 

"Nope." Ashley squirmed under her sister's grip. "You're still a slut. 
I'll bet you fuck every boy at school." 

Megan paused. Amanda straddled her little sister, her skirt riding up. 
Pink panties flashed from underneath the hem. Ashley was twisted around 
her with her head half-buried under the pillow, her loose t-shirt riding 
up and exposing her naked chest. She wasn't wearing her bra. Her girls 
were such sexy little things. Images played in Megan's head like a 
movie: she could take her girls with her, find the seediest bar in town, 
whisper something to the bartender, and they'd be taken down into a 
basement and shoved into a room with a single squalid mattress on the 
floor. Men would come in: truckers, bikers, drug users. She would show 
her girls how it was done. She would bend over, and let the men that 
came in grab her hair and slam her head against the wall as they rammed 
their unwashed little cocks into her dripping pussy. They'd fuck her 
like a whore, use her up like the dirty cockslave that she was. And then 
they'd go for her girls. Megan would watch, cum running down her thighs 
as Ashley and Amanda shrieked, their clothes ripped off, their naked, 
pubescent bodies exposed under grimy neon light... 

She shook her head violently and screeched. 

The girls stopped and looked at her, confused. The vision had been so 
powerful, so overwhelmingly base. Megan struggled to thrust it away. 

"Mom are you ok?" Amanda had stopped leaning against her struggling 
sister. 

Megan forced a ghastly smile. "I'm fine I'm just...going to go to my 
room for a bit." She backed away, then ran down the hallway and slammed 
the door behind her, locking it. 

Her hand reached for the light switch, then stopped. The black focus 
gleamed at her from the shelf on the far wall. Hadn't she left a towel 
on it? There was no doubt in her mind now: a faint golden light glowed 
from a mysterious source in its depths. That terrified feeling that she 
hadn't let herself contemplate all week began to intrude again: that 
this was really happening, that it wasn't just in her head. 

Her body seemed to move on its own, crossing the floor in the dark. She 
tumbled into bed, lying on her back, staring upwards into blackness. Her 
pussy quivered excitedly, fluid seeping out in anticipation. 

Time seemed to stand still as she was sucked down into darkness. A 
familiar, cloying odor flooded her nostrils. She almost retched, but 
part of her had become accustomed to it. Lurid red light burned around 
her. 

She felt his squalid presence an instant before the thick rod of flesh 
slammed home inside her. She shrieked, her legs jerking upwards. 
Grunting, animal passion overwhelmed her as the hunger that had 
tormented her all day rose up into a tempest. She let her eyes travel 
over his horrifying body: crusty boils grew in clumps all over it, 
grotesque patches between the rotten mottled flesh of purple and green 
and grey. Slime leaked from between the segments of the grub-like belly. 
The wide mouth twitched ravenously in the center of the ghastly face, 
dripping saliva from rotting teeth. The eye stalks fixed her with a 
burning, possessive gaze as it slammed home inside her, steadying her 
hips with its tentacles. Slimy friction jerked against her back, the 
fetid rock of this horrible place. 

This was what she was. This was Megan's true nature, that dark side of 
her whispered: a limp cocksleeve, gasping with pleasure, writhing on the 
pounding end of a horrifying phallus misshapen with knotty bulges. She 
couldn't escape the truth any longer. The rising thrill of passion began 
to sweep her away. She was an animal, a bitch in heat. She embraced it. 
Her body was good for nothing more than to be fucked and bred. She had 
known it from the first moment her 14-year-old body was crushed against 
a porcelain toilet and mercilessly raped. Why had she spent so long 
denying it? The unyielding demon's prick thrusting into her cunt slammed 
the reality home, putting her in her proper place. Worthless. Helpless. 
Useless except to be turned into the submissive little breeding sow that 
she had always known she truly was. 

"Your actions are useless." The grating voice rumbled from the demon's 
throat. "I see all that you do. Your body belongs to me. No others shall 
ever possess it." It punctuated its words with a powerful hunch of its 
worm-like body that slapped its filthy testicles up against her butt. 

Gus. The grocery store boy. She groaned, remembering. 

"You are mine alone. You are my bride, my bitch. You will be the mother 
of my spawn." 

"Yes..." Her fingers clenched as she gasped the word. The jolting rhythm 
had stirred the pleasure into a wild beat that flared from her crotch to 
her brain. The ugly cock squeezed in, spreading her straining pussy 
lips, banging against her cervix, pumping with potent vigor. 

"I'm yours." She gulped. A demon's mate. That's what she would be. A 
wretched, willing breeder for the lowest of the low. This was her fate. 
Megan had always known it. To be denigrated and raped by the most ugly 
and repugnant creature in existence, to be his slave, to exist for his 
pleasure alone. She was insignificant, inferior, a mindless beast 
scarcely fit to feel the pumping vigor of his vile splendor. 

The pleasure radiating upward from the demon prick was indescribable. 
Megan screamed. Her orgasm rose up inside her, and she surrendered to it 
with her entire being, letting it wash away everything but the hopeless 
slut, the dark side of her that whispered how she was nothing but a 
disgraceful rape toy, her body good only for the dripping cunt and warm 
womb that it offered. 

Megan thrashed on the pounding rod of demon cock, lost in the throes of 
her climax, her cries swallowed by the oppressive darkness that 
surrounded her. Greasy spurts of warmth suddenly fountained up inside 
her. She slammed her thighs together, squeezing that beloved, ugly shaft 
with all her might, feeling her cunt rippling gloriously along its 
length. Razor claws grazed her tits, and slime rubbed her belly where 
the fat paunch of the beast was pressed against her. Demon cum swirled 
inside her tunnel, squeezed up through her cervix by the pumping 
motions, flooding her uterus with foul seed. Megan jerked her hips, 
urging him on. Fuck me. Rape me. Breed me. Her frenzied gasps tumbled 
out, incoherent. 

Megan rested on her back on the slimy rock, still impaled by the demon's 
filthy prick. Hot breezes whispered by. She was floating. The infernal 
world around her began to fade slowly away. 

"No!" She screamed the word, forcing the hellish reality to stay. "Don't 
send me away." She looked up at the demon, a pleading look in her eyes. 
"Fuck me again. I'm yours. Use me. Rape me like a bitch." She meant it. 
Megan wanted nothing else in all of existence but to stay and exult in 
her role as this creature's fucktoy. 

A rumbling laugh came from deep in his chest. 

"You are bound to me by the words of the blood pact you uttered. Your 
lust brings you to me. Yet you return to the Earth when sated, for 
that's where your blood is. 

"How?" Tears were in her eyes. She didn't want to go back. She yearned 
to stay, to consummate her role as a demon slut eternally. 

The demon's eyes burned with desire as it fixed them on her tiny, 
whimpering form. 

"Give your womb and all its fruits to me. Leave my mark upon them. Then 
our blood will be fully bound." 

Tentacles whispered over twitching flesh and pulled her up off the 
ground. They maneuevered her to a kneeling position on the rocky ground, 
facing the demon's erect prick. The horrid thing never seemed to go 
down, even after it had cum inside her. It glistened in the dim light 
with revolting globs of orange semen and her own residual juices. Megan 
leaned forward, touching her lips to the bulky tip. It smelled of sex 
and the noxious odor of rotting flesh. Small flecks of smegma dotted the 
throbbing skin just behind the crown. 

She opened her mouth and took a hungry lick, tasting musky putrefaction. 
She had never imagined such a loathsome cock could exist. The tip was a 
lumpy bulge smeared with fluids and dripping a malodorous sludge, and 
uneven bulges and pulsing veins dotted the girth all the way to the 
where it protruded from between the segments of the creature's 
underside. It was revolting. It was glorious. The only cock that her 
worthless, filthy body was worthy of. 

The pale flesh smeared an acrid taste across her tongue when she took 
him inside. Megan closed her eyes, trying to supress her gag reflex. The 
knob of meat pressed farther in, butting up against her throat, and 
Megan began to bob her head, sliding her lips and tongue along the juicy 
length of bulging shaft. She worked her head, cheeks puffing, jaw 
straining, flicking her tongue across the fetid urethra. A tentacle 
coiled around her throat and tightened, forcing her deeper. More of the 
demonic meat crammed itself into her overstuffed mouth. 

The glans banged against the back of her throat. Megan jerked her head 
and moaned furiously, her hands climbing her stomach and squeezing her 
own breasts. They were slippery with sludge from the demon's belly. She 
rubbed it in like massage oil, fingers gliding over her smooth skin. The 
fiend's wormy body hunched rapidly, bucking back and forth, slamming 
into Megan's head, knocking it backward violently with each thrust. The 
powerful prick in her mouth surged even tighter, and the tentacle around 
her neck yanked her forward, impaling her mouth, burying the quivering 
flesh until her lips were pressed up against the greasy, quivering 
belly. 

Cum fountained into her mouth, pouring down her throat like a waterfall 
of fermented batter. Oily, overwhelmingly salty, with florid undertones 
of decay - the taste made her gag. She tried to suppress it. Heavy fluid 
dripped into her stomach, overflowing and washing back up her throat and 
into a torrent that flooded her mouth. Still the prick trembled between 
her lips, spewing its geyser of demon seed until an orange river escaped 
around her lips and ran down her chin to drip onto her breasts, joining 
the glistening mess of fluids already there. 

The slippery rod withdrew and Megan coughed raggedly. Thick goop blocked 
the entrance to her lungs. The demon smiled down at her malevolently. 
She realized the red glow around her was fading away, replaced by the 
familiar darkness of her own room. Gobs of sticky, gelatinous sludge 
still blocked her airway. She fished around blindly, her hands landing 
on the same ritual bowl she had used a week ago. She bent over and 
coughed a long stream of sticky cum into it. The goop splattered on the 
sides of the bowl and dribbled down to form a revolting orange pool of 
viscous gelatin in the center. 

Sucking air through her ragged windpipe, Megan coughed again, emptying 
her throat and mouth of demon sperm. The taste lingered, like she had 
eaten something uncooked and rotten. She wiped her lips and chin with 
her fingers, then licked them clean. 

She flicked a lamp on and then looked down at the bowl. This. This is 
what she would use. Leave his mark upon them, he had said. She licked 
her lips unconsciously. The thought burned in her brain like it had been 
branded there. Her little girls, raped just like she had been, 
discovering the joy of defilement. 

She wiped herself off with a towel and threw on some panties and a tank 
top, then went to the kitchen. It was late. The girls were already in 
their rooms. Megan heated a kettle, then mixed two cups of hot 
chocolate. A dull, throbbing desire pulsed in her gut, a hungry impetus 
of irresistible lust driving her actions. 

She took a bottle of pills from the top cabinet, unscrewed the cap, and 
shook two purple tablets into her hand. The dosage was for an adult. 
They would knock the girls right out. She dropped them in the pair of 
steaming mugs, then held one in each hand as she walked down the 
hallway. 

"Amanda? Sweetie?" Megan pushed open the unlocked door. Amanda was lying 
on her stomach on her bed, wearing her white chemise and black bikini 
panties, listening to music through her headphones. The hem of the 
fabric had ridden up her bottom, exposing the sweet globes of the girl's 
little asscheeks. 

"I brought you something," Megan said. 

Amanda pulled off her headphones and sat up. 

"Thanks Mom," she said, as she accepted the cup. Steam wafted up from 
the milky-brown surface. Megan rested a hand on her daughter's thigh, 
gently massaging it, watching her drink. 

"Hmmm, that's good." Amanda licked her lips. "Hey Mom, were you feeling 
ok? You were kind of out of it when you got home." 

"I feel better now sweetie." Megan grinned at her daughter, eyes 
slipping appreciatively over her body. Maybe this was what those men had 
seen in her when she was 14 herself: a slender hourglass figure, trim 
legs, plump bottom, and a perky pair of tiny tits budding from her 
teenage chest. Amanda's cheerleading had given her thighs a tight, 
athletic tone, and the sweep of straight brown hair matched her girlish 
smile perfectly. Megan couldn't help but wonder how she would look bent 
over a dirty toilet, cum dripping from her cunt as she wept into the 
porcelain. The image brought another shiver of delight. 

"There you go." Megan took the empty cup from Amanda's hands and set it 
on the bedside table. "Now go to sleep honey, it's late." 

Amanda nodded and crawled under the covers. Megan pulled them up to her 
daughter's breasts as the girl brought a hand to her mouth and yawned. 

"Love you Mom," Amanda smiled. Megan bent down, planting a tender kiss 
on her forehead. 

"Love you too sweetie." She did. She loved her little girl so much she 
was going to give her the gift she had denied herself for all these 
years. She took the remaining cup across the hall to Ashley's room. 

"Hey Mom." Ashley was lying on her back, reading a magazine, wearing the 
peach-colored pajamas that she liked so much. The top was emblazoned 
with the cartoon head of a panda bear. The fabric hugged the little 
girl's body tightly. She had had those pjs since she was 10, and refused 
to give them up even thought they were too small now. 

"Hey kitten." Amanda smiled at her daughter, using the pet name she had 
given her youngest daughter since she was little. "Got you something." 

"Sweet. Hot chocolate." Ashley sat up and rested cross-legged as she 
took the cup. "Thanks Mom." 

Megan rubbed her daughter's legs affectionately. Ashley was such a sweet 
girl, a blonde-haired blue-eyed delight on the cusp of innocence with a 
body barely beginning to blossom. The tight-fitting pajamas left little 
to the imagination. Her chest was flat, with a tiny pair of perky 
nipples poking against the fabric, and the top rode up past her belly 
button, exposing the smooth, spotless skin of her midriff. 

The girl drank greedily, slurping, emptying the cup in a few gulps. 
Megan wondered what that expression would look like with a fat prick 
rammed into her virgin pussy, how that tight, prepubescent body would 
writhe on the filth-covered ground and shudder in ecstasy as she was 
raped and flooded with sperm. 

"Yum." Ashley handed back the cup and then laid down without having to 
be asked. Megan pulled the covers up over her daughter, gently patting 
them. 

"Hey Mom?" The little girl wrinkled her nose curiously. "You smell kind 
of funny." 

"It's nothing," Megan smiled. She had wiped it away, but the odor of 
demon cum still wafted from her skin. She wasn't going to shower. She 
would never shower again. She wanted it on her, wanted it dripping down 
her breasts, pooling in her navel, dribbling from the slit between her 
legs. 

"Go to sleep honey." Megan pet her little girl's hair affectionately, 
then leaned forward to plant a tender kiss on her forehead. Ashley 
smiled and snuggled under the covers. Megan turned off the bedside lamp, 
then left the bedroom and closed the door behind her. 

A surreal feeling gripped her as she walked back to her room. The walls 
seemed to be thinning, as if another reality were pushing it aside. 
Sinister red light shone from the horizon of the darkness beyond, and a 
wretched smell pervaded the house. She looked up, seeing two baleful red 
eyes shining down at her. He was close. So close. 

Taking a deep breath, Megan picked up the bowl of cum. It glistened like 
baleful ichor in the red light. She knew what she had to do. She was 
committed. The last tiny voice of reason babbled in the back of her head 
before she smothered it. She was nothing. Less than nothing. She knew 
that now. She had always known it, from the moment that first cock had 
smashed in and stolen her virginity. The only thing a worthless sack of 
meat like her was good for was being raped senseless by the vile cock of 
her master, flooded with fetid cum until his seed took hold in her 
desecrated womb. That was his gift to her, his bride. She wanted it, 
desired it more powerfully than anything in her life. 

Megan walked slowly back through the darkened living room, holding the 
bowl in her hands. She entered the hallway to the girls' rooms. Amanda 
first, she thought. She opened the door on the left. The house was dark 
with the lights off, but the faint glow of crimson that shone through 
the walls was enough to see her daughter's sleeping form by. The sheets 
rose and fell slowly with her breathing. Megan walked over and placed 
the bowl next to the bed. 

"Amanda?" She pushed her daughter's shoulder roughly. "Amanda?" The girl 
was out like a light. Perfect. Megan pulled back the sheet. 

The 14-year-old girl lay still on the bed, unconscious, vulnerable. 
Megan ran her hands up the naked thighs, savoring her little girl's 
soft, delicate flesh, then pushed Amanda's chemise up to her shoulders. 
The girl's little pair of perfect breasts were exposed, glowing red from 
the lurid illumination. Megan gave the supple mounds an appreciative 
squeeze. 

An infernal force seemed to guide her fingers. She fondled her daughter 
for a few moments more, then dipped a fingertip into the bowl, coming 
away with a glob of heavy orange semen. She traced a symbol on her 
daughter's forehead, an unfamiliar, instinctive shape of menacing, 
angular lines that glistened in the ruddy light. Megan dipped her finger 
again, tracing a solid line over her daughter's throat and all the way 
around the back of her neck, forming a collar of cum. 

Her wrists were next. Megan spread slippery globs of semen in a ring all 
the way around the left one, then the right, leaving her daughter with 
bracelets of dire fluid. 

Menacing laughter rumbled from above. Megan shivered as flashes of 
warmth rippled up from her cunt. The lust was growing inside, burning, a 
consuming fire. Almost there. Soon she would be back where she belonged, 
writhing on the ugly cock of her master. She gave Amanda a final parting 
gift: the last dip of cum went on her daughter's lips. Megan spread it 
around like lipstick, then bent to kiss her daughter, pressing her lips 
against the little girl's mouth with passionate urgency. The distinctive 
taste of salty semen was ripe with the undertones of decay. Megan used 
her tongue to swirl the juices gleefully and push some between her 
daughter's lips, then sat back, admiring her handiwork. 

Perfect. Globs of cum and saliva trickled down Amanda's chin, and orange 
sludge was stuck between her parted lips like syrup. Megan got up and 
took the bowl, then crossed the hallway to Ashley's room. 

The little girl was knocked out just like her sister. Amanda smiled at 
her affectionately as she set the bowl down and sat on the bed. Such a 
sweetheart her little girl was. So pure. So ready to be defiled. Megan 
pulled down the covers, exposing her daughter's pajama-clad body. What a 
perfect little fuck toy. Megan tickled her daughter's navel, giggling, 
thinking about it. The sooner she got to work the sooner it would 
happen. 

She dipped a finger into the goopy mess and drew the arcane symbol on 
Ashley's forehead. She didn't know what it meant. She didn't need to. 
The shape came as instinctively as everything else. She dipped her 
finger again and did the same as she had done for Amanda, tracing a 
necklace of cum around Ashley's throat and twin bands around her wrists. 
Rumbling approval came from above, but Megan wanted to do more. She took 
the remaining cum in the bowl and swept it up with a finger, then 
reached down and lifted her daughter's pajama bottoms at the waist. No 
panties stood in her way. She pushed her finger in, finding the precious 
slit and the tiny red nub at the apex. Gently, tenderly, she spread the 
tiny pussy lips and pushed the glob of semen inside. A demon's gift for 
her little girl. 

It was done. Something seemed to shift, as if the house were falling 
into an abyss. Megan felt herself slipping, the sensation of the floor 
leaving her feet, and the noxious smell of diseased vapors redoubled as 
the reality of the hellscape coalesced around her. She was on a high 
peak, a twisting landscape spread out all around her, lit by the glow of 
red light that seemed to come from everywhere at once. The vista 
stretched all the way to where the horizon was swallowed in shadow. 

Her master was there with there. Quickly, she dropped to her hands and 
knees, whimpering. The fire that burned in her pussy raged out of 
control. She wiggled her hips and looked back, begging, pleading to have 
that ugly shaft of disgusting meat thrust inside her. 

He didn't let her down. Tentacles grasped her wrists and ankles, lining 
her up until the the putrid organ aligned with her sopping cunt, then he 
slammed in. Megan squealed as her pussy walls trembled around the 
invading girth. Delicious waves of pleasure radiated from the slippery 
friction of that demon prick as it moved back and forth. Megan curled 
her hands into fists and pounded the slimy rock. It was amazing. The 
filthy cock slammed into her body, the demon's fat, hunched body 
slapping up against her pelvis with each stroke. That jutting, ugly rod 
told her who she was, what she was worth: she was his, utterly, a 
cumslut for the wasted trash of the lowest region of Hell, a worthless 
and discarded little soul of no value except for the tight squeeze of 
her quivering pussy. Megan exulted in it. She desired nothing more. 

She grunted and writhed under the worm-like body until claws grazed her 
neck, forcing her to look up and out over the hellscape. 

"Choose." 

Megan bucked back and forth with their motions, squirming, her back 
arching painfully. She couldn't think around the glorious feeling of 
that slippery cock pounding inside her. 

"I don't understand." she whimpered. 

"Choose. Choose their mates." 

A final step. Megan looked out from the peak, and all at once the 
horrors of this plane of Hell flashed before her sight. She saw the 
other demons, entities that had been cast out, rejects, rank creatures 
of scum and waste that not even Hell could abide. Her master's minions. 
Avatars of the revolting refuse of sludge and muck that permeated this 
lowest pit of Hell. Visions of her daughters breeding with them rose up 
to overwhelm her. 

There were endless fiends and animalistic beasts. Demons that crawled 
about on 2 legs or 4, mindless wretches with slavering jaws and thick 
cocks dangling between their legs. Hellish dogs and snakes and even 
infernal spiders, their grotesque, distended bellies bloated with semen, 
just waiting for female prey to happen along. The endless army stalked 
and slithered about, rapacious gangs ready to catch and rape anything 
with a cunt that wandered too near. They thirsted. They burned with 
predatory desire. It had been an eternity since any of them had had a 
human girl. Megan's mind filled to overflowing, imagining each one of 
them raping her little girls. The dogs chasing them down, slamming their 
erect cocks into them like bitches. The snakes curling around them, 
holding their naked bodies immobile, penetrating them with the pricks 
they kept locked in sheaths on their underbodies. The spiders, snaring 
her girls in webs, scuttling over the strands and hovering over their 
naked, screaming bodies, flexible phalluses extending from their 
abdomens to pump the little girls full of swill that swam with billions 
of tiny spider sperm. 

"No," she moaned. The visions found such fertile ground in her 
imagination that it was overwhelming. The thrusting demon cock inside 
her stoked her lust to a boiling point, mixing agonizingly with every 
sharp image of Amanda and Ashley falling prey to these minions of Hell. 

"No," she repeated, gasping out the word. 

"Choose." The rumble was ominous. 

"Too...too good for them. Lower." 

The pumping prick blasted home violently, earning a shriek from Megan. 
Her thighs were shaking. Electric sparks spasmed in her muscles. Her 
consciousness rode the wave of frothing pleasure from her pussy and the 
ravishing impressions of her little girls being endlessly raped. 

Her vision shifted lower. He showed her other creatures - wretched, foul 
things even more base and revolting. Slimy mouths that lived in the 
rock, tentacles stretching from their openings, ready to snatch and 
devour any girl that wandered near. Their stomachs were slippery prisons 
filled with tentacled girths that could rape endlessly. Megan saw 
crawling things the size of an arm that could leap and burrow into a 
little girl's pussy, rooting themselves inside. Ribbed maggots that 
paralyzed with poison and laid eggs into warm wombs. Flying bugs that 
would swarm naked bodies, gangraping them, building a hive of waxy 
secretions that would hold their victim in place, pussy exposed for 
ceaseless penetration. 

"No. No." She groaned. "Lower." These were too good. They were filthy, 
but not the filthiest. There were vermin sunk even farther in the 
crevices of this hellish abyss. She could feel them. 

Deeper her vision went, past increasingly loathsome forms, settling at 
least on a muddy swamp that bubbled with putrid gasses. There were 2 
creatures here, beings so loathsome they had been consigned to wallow in 
the fetid muck of the waste of all the other creatures. 

An enormous boar dozed here, its belly submerged in the brown syrup. Its 
tusks were broken off and disease marred the side of its face. Watery 
crud oozed from its reddened eyes. The tough hide bristled with motley 
patches of squalid white hair. 

"Here." Megan could barely force the word out past the pumping pleasure 
in her cunt. The boar. It was perfect. Megan saw the other fiend that 
dwelled here too: a disgusting, translucent slug the size of a horse, 
colored a vomitous yellow and streaked internally with stretches of 
black and brown. It clung to the side of the slimy rock, its amorphous 
body hunched over. 

"Yes..." Megan panted, envisioning it. "These." The two demons were the 
absolute lowest that Hell could offer, scum incarnate. These would be 
the mates of her daughters, the ones that would rape them, breed them, 
driving them to dark ecstasy. 

Her orgasm exploded inside her. The demon rammed its swelling cock in 
and held it, and Megan felt the spew of white-hot cum fountaining into 
her, filling her up. She shrieked and shook and struggled, jerking 
against the tentacle coiled around her neck and the iron flesh impaling 
her from behind. Her climax thundered inside her like a breaking storm, 
sweeping away the tattered remains of her consciousness and sanity. 

Megan came to, her body twisted on the slimy stone and a warm sensation 
flowing down her legs. Demon cum, dribbling out like a river. She was 
somewhere else, she realized. Back in the crater she had first visited. 
His domain. She raised her head and looked around. 

A cruel throne of bone and obsidian rose up from the rock, the worm-like 
demon draped contentedly upon it. He was erect, of course, the engorged 
phallus jutting from his groin like a malformed tree trunk. Iron rings 
were fixed to either side of the throne, attached to long, heavy chains 
that stretched across the stone. Megan followed them with her eyes. 

Amanda lay on the ground, unconscious, an iron collar around her neck 
and manacles around her wrists. Half-rings embedded in each secured the 
other ends of the long chains. The slime that perpetually oozed on the 
surface of the rock had already begun to slick her hair and dampen the 
silk chemise with brown, greasy stains. 

Ashley was near her sister, eyes closed, chest rising and falling with 
fitful breaths as if nightmares troubled her sleep. Her orange panda 
pajama top was pulled partially up, and Megan could see the fluid on her 
bare belly from where the girl had rolled over. 

The cum. Megan had drawn it herself, sealing her daughters in chains. As 
she watched, Amanda's eyes began to flutter. The girl twisted on the 
rock, arms and legs flopping at awkward angles. 

"Mmmmmmmph." Amanda moaned like she was hung over. She blinked 
uncomprehendingly, eyes trying to focus in the reddened gloom. 

"Wh-what?" Amanda sputtered. Fear blossomed on her face as she looked 
around the hellish landscape. She spotted the throne and the hellish 
maggot lounging on it, and scuttled backwards in terror. 

Her hand slipped. Amanda fell awkwardly onto her back. She brought her 
hands to her face, seeing the slime that covered them. It was all over 
the ground, oozing out of the porous rock like snot. She gaped. Her eyes 
rolled in terror as she looked from her hands to the infernal Hell that 
surrounded her to the ugly demon's wide, malevolent maw, grinning at her 
from its throne of bone. 

She screamed. Fluid squelched as she rolled over, jumped to her feet, 
and took off running. The chain rattled behind her, heavy links flowing 
across the ground like a snake. It slowly uncoiled, then snapped tight. 
Megan's scream cut off with a choking sound as the collar around her 
neck jerked her backwards, and she fell onto her back on the rock again. 

Megan walked to where her daughter was rolling on the ground and crying 
hysterically. Megan wasn't chained. She knew she was here by choice. She 
bent down and brushed her daughter's hair lovingly. 

"M-Mom? MOM!" Amanda clutched her mother's leg like it was a life 
preserver. "Mom what's happening? Why are you naked? What's that...that 
stuff all over you?" Amanda wrinkled her nose. The orange demon cum 
trickling down Megan's thighs glistened in the sinister red glow. Megan 
loved its putrid smell, but Amanda wasn't used to it. Yet. 

"Shhh. Baby. It's ok, angel." Amanda cradled her weeping daughter. 
"It'll be alright." Amanda was already filthy, the brownish-yellow 
sludge from the rock plastered all over the filmy satin of her chemise, 
over her legs, gumming in her long hair. It was beautiful. The girl was 
ready. Ready to be filthy. Ready to be defiled. To be raped like the 
worthless cunt that she was. 

Megan could already see the pair of red slits gazing at them from the 
darkness. He was close. She heard the snort of his powerful nostrils, 
the clop of hooves against stone. She felt the vast presence of the 
monster's magnificent bulk lurking at the edge of the shadows. 

Megan dropped her daughter and stood up, then backed away, consigning 
the girl to her destiny. 

"Mom? Mom please, where are you going?" Amanda was sobbing, laying on 
her side in the muck, hair plastered with slime. Her hand reached out 
pathentically towards her retreating mother. 

She screamed when the monster emerged from the darkness, a high-pitched 
wail of raw terror edged with nightmare hysteria. The sound rose up into 
the abyss above them, and was swallowed by the blackness. The creature 
drew closer, drawn by the scream. The boar's bulk loomed up over the 
girl, and Amanda scrambled backwards on her hands and knees again, 
blubbering, trying to retreat from the ominous silhouette in front of 
her. The monster had a sickly appearance, scabs and boils marring its 
hide of thick hair, but it nevertheless exuded an aura of putrid 
virility. Its short tail flicked curiously as it pressed forward, snout 
twitching, following the foreign scent of little girl flesh. A spiral of 
thick flesh dragged underneath its belly, accumulating gooey slime from 
the ground. Amanda froze, a look of abject horror on her face as she 
took in the demon in front of her. 

The chase only lasted a few moments. Amanda screamed wildly and rolled 
to her feet, then ran. The pig grunted and charged. The helpless girl's 
bare feet slapped the rock as she fled, her athletic thighs pumping, but 
she didn't stand a chance. The creature caught up effortlessly, 
squealing with eagerness as it bowled the tiny girl over. Amanda tipped 
forward and hit the ground hard, landing on her belly and sliding in the 
muck with a wet squishing sound. In a flash the beast leaped on her, 
covering the strugging girl with its fat belly. Amanda screamed again as 
the grunting thing straddled her, sniffing her hair with its snout, 
pointed teeth champing, stubby legs working to maneuver. Amanda's scream 
redoubled when she felt the revolting, spiraled cock ooze its way across 
her back, leaving a trail of sludge down her spine. 

Amanda struggled, but she was helplessly pinned under the thing's bulk. 
Her chemise had ridden up when she fell flat. The heavy belly jiggled as 
it ground her into the muck, smearing her naked chest with slime. She 
cried and kicked, but the pig cock pulled inexorably into position, 
trailing down her butt and lodging with the tip pressed against the 
pathetic barrier of the little girl's black panties. 

Muscles twitched under the layers of fat. The pig's pelvis jerked, and 
it rammed its prick at the little girl's bottom. Amanda's muffled shriek 
came from beneath it. Megan could see the creature line its cock up 
again and deliver another blow. The tip of the spiral slipped along the 
black fabric, too wet with slime to penetrate. Megan kneeled down next 
to the creature, seeing the limp profile of her daughter's body 
underneath. 

"Oh god, oh Mom, pl-please, Mom!" Sludge covered the girl's face in 
filthy rivulets. She stretched out an arm, begging, pleading, terror 
etched on her face. Megan ignored the reaching fingers and stretched her 
hand back to Amanda's struggling butt. 

She hooked a thumb under the black fabric and hauled it aside, exposing 
the girl's cunt. The pretty pink lips glistened with sweat and moisture, 
and the tiny red bud peeked from a delicate hood. Megan wrapped her 
fingers awkwardly around the spiraled cock, nestling the slimy tip 
against that perfect little slit, helping the beast line up. 

"Mom!" Amanda screeched with fear. "Mom what are you DOING! Help! Mom 
please!" Her hand scrabbled wildly across the rock, but she couldn't 
reach anything from under the pig demon's fat belly. Megan stepped back 
and smiled. Sweet little Amanda was about to discover the dark side of 
herself, just as Megan had. 

The next jerk rammed the filthy pigcock into the little girl's cunt. The 
spiral organ squelched and oozed slime against Amanda's tiny pussy lips 
as it slipped between them. Amanda shrieked with horror, pounding her 
fists as the demon humped its blubbery pelvis, twisting that corkscrew 
of flesh even further into the little girl's sweet tunnel. It grunted 
and squealed in delight, tail flicking, clearly enjoying the succulent 
little morsel of girl thrashing on its cock. 

Gratification tingled in Megan's cunt. She reached down to rub her clit, 
shuddering at the revolting thrill of the scene. Amanda writhed under 
the obese monster - the teenager kicking out and hollering as she was 
christened by her first rape. The meaty organ spiralled in and out of 
the puny little cunt, straining the pussy lips to their limit, slamming 
a few fractions of an inch further in each time the boar thrust 
downward. The chains rattled frantically on the ground, clanking on the 
rock with the pounding rhythm of pig meat bucking into the little girl. 
The sound of ripping fabric came with each wild thrust, the panties and 
chemise tearing from the friction of slimy rock and grimy, sweaty pig 
belly that sandwiched her. 

The boar raised its head and squealed, Amanda howling with it. Blubbery 
hips thrashed wildly, grotesque shockwaves spreading from the epicenter 
where it pounded vigorously into Amanda's rear. The slamming motions had 
bucked her pelvis higher up, and Amanda lay under the pig with her butt 
thrust in the air, eyes closed and fingers clenching, shuddering as the 
shared orgasm raced through them. Sweat and grime dripped from the fat 
belly, dripping and congealing on the girl's bare back like candle wax. 
Her bedtime chemise had been ripped to ragged shreds, and her panties 
had snapped from the pounding force. 

Megan's eyes fixed on where the grunting thing was connected to her 
daughter, fascinated. The pig cock swelled up visibly, and Megan swore 
she could see the pulses of semen racing down the spiral track, 
fast-moving bulges that pumped past the straining pussy lips and 
fountained in spurts into the waiting cunt. 

Amanda's belly began to bulge visibly. The pig battered her with the 
occassional thrust, but mostly left its thick spiraling prick buried to 
the hilt inside her. Purple goop began to squeeze from the tight plug of 
pig cock, dribbling down and congealing on Amanda's quivering thighs 
like odious gelatin. The demon and its mate grunted together, muscles 
spasming, caught up in the rapacious energy that consumed them both. 

Megan kneeled down and held her daughter's hand as her climax ripped 
through her. "Shhh. That's a good girl sweetie. Give him what he wants." 
Her own cunt spasmed sympathetically, tingling with glee as she watched 
the consummation of her daughter's rape. The pig was her mate now. He 
would never let her go, just as Megan would forever be mate to the ugly 
demon that ruled this pit. The 14-year-old girl had barely lost her 
virginity, Megan thought, had only felt the pleasure of a little boy 
cock inside her before the demon took her and ground her against the 
rock and did as it pleased with her body. Had Megan ever pictured her 
daughter with some handsome boyfriend? Yuck. Such things were too good 
for her. She was a bitch, a cuntrag, just like her Mother, and she 
deserved nothing more than the slime and filth of the bestial boar cock 
buried between her legs. 

Amanda looked up her mother, her eyes wide with pleading desperation. 
Slime caked her face and fair. She was still thrashing through the tail 
end of her first orgasm with her new master. Megan had never seen 
anything so hot. Her little girl, her sweet daughter, whom she had 
raised and loved and guided for so many years, finally ruined on the 
pumping end of a loathsome pig cock. Her clothes were sodden tatters. 
The long brown hair that she had been so proud of oozed with slime and 
had tacky gunks of grimy boar filth in it where the belly had rubbed 
against it. 

"Good girl." Megan nodded at her daughter, squeezing her hand as Amanda 
twitched wildy. "Just like that. Take that pig sperm in your cunt." 
Megan couldn't resist slipping the fingers of her other hand over her 
genitals as she crouched. She looked lovingly at the stub of veiny flesh 
that protruded from her daughter's slit, knowing the rest was stuffed 
inside, pulsing against her pussy walls, the pointed tip buried against 
her womb. Her fertile womb. 

"This is how you were made, you know." Megan smiled down at her 
daughter's dazed expression. "You know I got pregnant with you when I 
was 14. Your age." She reached under the pig and rubbed her daughter's 
naked shoulder affectionately. Amanda was finally coming down from her 
orgasm. 

"They raped me," she said. "They bent me over a toilet and stuffed me 
with cocks the entire night." Megan grinned, remembering it fondly. "It 
was the best experience of my life. And it gave me you, sweetie. That's 
where you came from - from all those men raping Mommy, shooting their 
loads in me." 

Amanda stared at her mother, a confused expression of horror lingering 
on her face. 

"Now it's your turn," Megan smiled. "You'll love it." 

The pig punctuated this with a sudden, violent slam into Amanda's pussy. 
He was ready to go again. Like her master, he would never go down. 
Amanda began shrieking again, chains rattling, her body driven forward 
by the horny thrusts of pigcock, its belly jiggling on her back and its 
jaws drooling foul-smelling green saliva as it grunted with pleasure. 

Megan stood up and turned around. Ashley had woken up. She was leaning 
back as she lay on the rock, supporting herself with her hands. A 
horrified look of revulsion was on her face as her bulging eyes flashed 
between her mother's lascivious smile and her sister pinned under the 
demonic boar, copulating with it like a beast. 

"Did you hear that, sweetie?" Megan took a step towards her daughter, 
and Ashley scrambled backwards, terrified. 

"It's true," she said. "I had your big sister when I was raped. Do you 
want to know how you came about honey?" Ashley gaped up at her naked 
mother, unable even to shake her head. 

"I went to the worst bar in town. Then I went to the basement. They have 
rooms there." Megan took another step forward, and Ashley cringed back 
again fearfully. "They tie you up in this thing so you can't move. 
You're totally helpless." The lurid red light illuminated Megan's 
fiendish smile as she remembered. "I don't even know how many men raped 
me. A hundred, maybe." Megan's cunt twitched with glee as she remembered 
it. "They took me everywhere. In my pussy, my ass, my mouth. Did you 
know you can have sex with your mouth and ass sweetie? I can't remember 
if I told you." 

Ashley's hands slipped, and she fell onto her back on the slimy rock, 
crying. The snotlike fluid stained her panda pajamas in brown patches, 
like they had been soiled. 

"Nine months later I had you, Ashley." Megan leered down at her 
daughter, arousal coiling in her gut. 

"My precious little girl." Megan took a step, and Ashley retreated, 
whimpering. 

"My sweet angel." Megan advanced again, and Ashley scrambled away 
hysterically. 

"My darling little kitten." Megan loved her daughter so much. She was 
going to give her the best gift a little girl could have. She took a 
final step, and Ashley recoiled, but the chains suddenly snapped tight. 
Ashley was at the end. She couldn't go any farther. 

The little girl looked down at her manacles and collar in horror, then 
heard something from above. She looked up. 

Her scream pierced the still air of the hellish world for an instant 
before the slug dropped off the wall and fell over her, smothering the 
tiny girl beneath its bulk. The red glow provided just enough light to 
see the tiny, struggling silhouette through the slug's translucent body. 

It curled with surprising agility, pushing the girl under it, rolling 
her over onto her stomach. Its bulk kept the 12-year-old pinned as it 
moved her into position. Its underside was covered with thousands of 
tiny wiggling appendages, and Megan saw the little cock emerge from the 
squirming forest like a pseudopod. It was the same substance as the rest 
of the creature - a gelatinous yellow with horrid flecks of brown and 
black. Wide ribs edged the sinuous shaft, and the tip was crowned with a 
bulbous head that dripped dark, syrupy fluid. 

Ashley screamed like she was being murdered when that organ touched her. 
The tiny girl struggled mightily, but it was like fighting a gooey 
pillow. She was helpless. The slug hunched itself up and made a 
distinctive hitching motion - Megan thought if the thing made noise it 
would sound like vomiting - and it began to sweat a vile-smelling orange 
liquid on its underside. The fluid sizzled where it made contact with 
Ashley's pajamas, eroding the cotton fabric. Steam wafted up from the 
shrieking little girl as her clothing was burned away. Patches of bare 
skin appeared through the garments - first her back, then pieces of her 
arms and legs, the orange fabric parting as if rotting away. Finally the 
sweet globes of her rump were exposed. Perky and plump, they jiggled 
pleasingly as the 12-year-old cowered on her hands and knees under the 
creature. 

"It's ok Baby." Megan bent, smiling, reaching under the slimy blanket of 
the creature's bulk until she found her daughter's hand. The lucky girl 
was about to become a squirming little cock holder for the dripping slug 
demon. "He's going to rape you now. Don't worry, Mommy's here." 

Megan looked deeply into her daughter's eyes, seeing the fear, the naked 
terror, and finally the sudden twitch of her mouth and the shriek as the 
stiff cock of sludgelike flesh penetrated her for the first time. 
Ashley's virginity was ripped away in a moment. Megan looked on with a 
pleased grin, still holding her daughter's hand as the ribs began to 
slip one by one between the 12-year-old's straining cuntlips. 

A tiny trickle of blood wound its way down Ashley's leg, but it was 
diluted by the leaking slime of the slug's body. It thrust harder, 
hunching, and Ashely howled in pain and buried her face against the 
rock. Her hand clenched in Megan's, the girl holding her mother in a 
white-knuckled grip as the demon impaled her pussy. 

"You'll be just like Mommy now," Megan assured her daughter. The tiny 
girl's body began to move, jerking back and forth from the thrusting 
rhythm of the thing's body slapping against her. It had worked half of 
the vile appendage into Ashley's virgin cunt, and was cramming more in 
with each thrust. Shaking, trembling, Ashley's scream died out to a low 
moan that rose with the mounting tempo of the joined bodies. The 
translucence of the slug's bulk let Megan watch her daughter's tiny cunt 
being spread wide open around the thing's cock. What a good girl Ashley 
was, taking a prick inside like that during her very first rape. She 
squeezed her daughter's hand encouragingly. 

Ashley thrashed on the razor edge between pain and pleasure. The slug's 
prick slithered into her tiny cunt like a solid shaft of bile. Megan 
imagined how it must feel: the squeezing of her pussy walls for the 
first time, the shocking sensation of her insides being touched, 
massaged by velvet hardness, every inch bringing new sensations of 
electric bliss that swirled through her pelvis and rumbled into a 
growing storm in her gut. Ashley deserved this. She had always been 
Mommy's little girl, precocious, wildly energetic. Megan looked down at 
her daughter with love, rejoicing in the gift of rape that her daughter 
was receiving. Ashley's pajamas had burned away. Her naked body writhed 
in the hellish glow, nipples stiff on her flat chest, butt thrust in the 
air, cuntlips spread visibly around the thrusting slug meat. So 
precious. She would follow in her Mother's footsteps, her slender 
12-year-old body offered up to the fetid creature that mounted her, a 
vessel to be used for the squeezing pleasure of her cunt and the warm 
confines of her womb. She was nothing more than a breeder, a writhing 
prepubescent little fucktoy. A slugslut. She would thrash and thrust and 
scream and cum endlessly on the vile cock of her mate, her belly 
swelling up with demon offspring. Just like Mommy. 

Ashley's moan rose into a squeal and her body shook as her climax rose 
up and overwhelmed her. The slug's entire body pulsed visibly, and the 
jerking rhythm ceased with one final slam as it buried its cock into the 
little girl and emptied its seed. Megan knew that a fountain of slug 
semen was erupting right next to her daughter's womb, filling it up, 
billions of little slug sperm swimming through the warm cavity and 
seeking her eggs. 

Megan stood up and began to walk back towards the throne, following the 
lead of Ashley's chain as it vibrated on the ground. Amanda had wanted 
to go to the state tryouts for her cheerleading. She had wanted to take 
more piano lessons. She had trained hard for track for years, desperate 
to reach the regional competition. Now she would do none of those 
things. Now she would writhe eternally on the business end of a pumping 
pigcock, naked body running with rivulets of slime and pig sweat, her 
stomach growing tight with infernal piglets. 

And little Ashley. She had excelled in school. She was going to start 
high school a year early. Now all her hard work on math and history were 
worth nothing. She would never need to use them. All the little girl 
needed to do was push her ass in the air, to jerk her pelvis back and 
forth, to wiggle and moan and squeal with delight and accept the 
thumping pulse of rigid slug cock into her tight little pussy, a lewd 
little semen toilet writhing on the rocks of the lowest pit of Hell. Her 
belly would grow too, first a tiny bump, then a modest bulge, and at the 
end her tummy would swell to a massive paunch, skin tight as a drum over 
the brood of slimy slug babies in her womb. 

The pants and shrieks of her daughters were like music ringing out 
against the velvet darkness. Megan knelt in front of the throne. She had 
sacrified her offspring to him, just as he wanted, consigning them to an 
eternity of bestial debauchery. Now she would never have to part from 
him again. She looked up at her master, seeking his approval. His 
ugliness defied description. His was the most wretched form that 
existence could offer. The most digusting, the basest and most loathsome 
creature that could be imagined. Grimy sweat leaked on his underbelly. 
The stubby, clawed fingers that protruded from the sides of his body 
were ripe with pustules. The fat, grub-like body jiggled with laughter 
and the tentacles coiled in anticipation. The eye stalks peered down at 
Megan, red eyes burning with fire. It gestured with one of its fingers. 

There was one more thing, Megan realized. It sat upon the arm of the 
throne: the onyx focus, glowing malevolently with internal lights. Three 
of them this time, tiny fireflies that illuminated the interior of the 
black surface with a golden sheen. 

Megan reached up and took it. It felt heavier in her hands, like the 
fundamental essence of the black material had shifted. She held it in 
front of her for a moment, feeling its warmth spread through her 
fingers. 

The warmth grew. It spread up her arms, filling them with golden light. 
Megan felt an overwhelming sense of peace suffusing her body. A blinding 
white light suddenly pierced the darkness from above, driving it back. 

Time seemed to stand still. Megan couldn't see anything but the light. 
It showered around her, glittering, cleansing the air, filling it with 
the scent of rose petals. Megan breathed it in, feeling vibrant, feeling 
alive in a way that transcended the earthly existence she had known. A 
supernal grace permeated that halo of light, filling Megan with feelings 
of grace, of benevolence, of a warm, beckoning love pure beyond the 
bounds of her mind to conceive. 

Megan's mind cleared of the burning lust, the storm becalmed in an 
instant. Her grisly actions stretched out before her, knowledge that 
sent an icicle of dread up her spine. 

Hell. Megan damned to a rutting existence of sexual servitude. Amanda, 
Ashley. Her daughters, betrayed by the one they trusted most, reduced to 
playthings to be raped and bred by the horrifying mates their mother had 
chosen for them. Their lives discarded. Their bodies forfeit. Meat, 
supple girlflesh locked in bondage to the thready pounding beat of 
sexual bliss in their cunt, wombs surrendered to the swill of 
unspeakably vile semen that erupted ceaselessly from their demon lovers. 

She had done it. Megan. She looked up at the light, comprehension 
dawning fresh on her face. It wasn't too late, the light whispered. The 
focus encompassed their souls, locking them away but also protecting 
them from the infernal influence of Hell. Their bodies were tainted, but 
their spirits were yet pure. They could go back. That brilliant white 
light would illuminate their path. They could leave everything here 
behind and ascend back to the realms where the light shone freely. The 
aura shimmered around Megan, pristine, immaculate, utterly unblemished. 
Heaven itself had reached down to lift them up. 

Megan looked down at the focus, then up at the light again. She made a 
decision. 

Screaming defiantly at the blinding light, she raised the focus over her 
head and smashed it against the rock with all her strength. It shattered 
violently, black splinters flying. The light winked out in an instant, 
offended. 

Now their souls were here. Now they were sealed to Hell for eternity. 
Megan had made her choice. She chose the vile filth. She chose the fetid 
debauchery and the endless animal thrusting inside her. She chose the 
degradation of her self to her primal urges, a beast enslaved utterly to 
her master's desires. Defiled. Profaned. A wretched creature thrashing 
in muck with her daughters, their wombs filled ceaselessly with the seed 
of iniquitous corruption. 

The demon slithered from his throne, its repulsive body looming over 
Megan. She turned around and got down on her hands and knees obediently, 
then reached back and spread her pussy lips. This was everything a 
contemptible slut like her deserved. She looked over her shoulder and 
fixed her master with a look pregnant with pleading desperation. Do it. 
Slam that filthy, smegma-ridden cock in me. Use me. Rape my pathetic 
cunt and fill me with demon cum. Show me how worthless I am. 

Tentacles slid slowly into place around her wrists and ankles. Grubby 
fingers and pointed claws flexed against the sides of her torso as the 
worm demon bent over her. She shivered in anticipation. Her daughters 
screamed in pleasure nearby, their bodies locked to their mates, hips 
thrusting violently, shaking in ecstasy, bodies sullied by the spurts of 
wicked seed erupting from the thrusting cocks inside them. 

A pointed head of filthy meat pressed against Megan's cunt. The 
tentacles cinched tight and pulled, lining her up, and Megan screamed as 
the demon's cock rammed itself inside her. 

                                  ~*~                                  

Epilogue: 

She had forgotten her life, her name. All she remembered was that she 
and her daughters were in the lowest pit of Hell because of her. 

The thought was driven from her head, replaced with explosive joy as the 
heavy cock of her master slammed into her pussy. She shrieked as her 
cunt lips were split apart and the heavy paunch of her pregnant belly 
rubbed against the ground. Her master pounded her eagerly from behind as 
she crouched on the slimy ground like a dog. 

She dropped her head, looking down proudly at the enormous mound. Her 
stomach swelled like a beach ball, strained nearly to bursting around 
the demon children within. Orange semen, smelling of salt and 
putrefaction, dribbled down from her cunt to the strained divot of her 
belly button, then dripped onto the floor. More orange gobs oozed down 
her legs. Her naked body was covered with it, gooey streaks on her back, 
orange deposits splattered on her breasts and drying in tacky layers on 
her chin. 

The thrusting rhythm of demon cock in her pussy set her belly swaying. 
He was getting big. Soon she would have her baby, her body wrenching and 
spasming in labor as she screamed from the delicious agony of her cunt 
being spread open and delivering yet another squalling demon child. How 
many had it been? Countless. Hordes of grotesque, misshapen, maggot-like 
young had been spawned from her womb, and she loved every one of them. 
Every single ugly, foul, squalling grub that came out smelling of blight 
and decay. 

Bodies crowded around her. Her children, the ones still young enough to 
need their mother. Grotesque little copies of their father, each hunched 
upright, they jostled each other, miniature tentacles fondling her body, 
erect pricks jutting from their groins. She opened her mouth, and one of 
her boys squirmed up and pushed the knobby girth of his prick inside. 
The taste of moldering slime and smega filled her mouth. She sucked on 
it like candy, her head filling with the musky scent of throbbing demon 
meat. She licked and sucked and worked her cheeks and tongue eagerly, 
relishing the shiver of incestuous passion that rippled down her spine 
and joined with the tingling storm that flowed from the pistoning motion 
in her cunt. 

The rank flesh in her mouth swelled up suddenly and pulled out, and she 
closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. Cum spurted across her face, 
criss-crossing her nose, splashing into her hair, then finally focusing 
on her open mouth. Young boys were so eager. Especially her boys. The 
demon worm hunched excitedly and quivered with satisfaction as it came 
on its mother, spewing its seed on her body. She licked her lips, 
relishing the salty taste and slimy texture. She loved being used by her 
boys, loved it when they used their mother's dripping body as a canvas 
to paint even more cum on her. 

Her boy was pushed aside and replaced by another, just as ugly and 
wretched in appearance, but smaller, only a foot high. She opened her 
mouth and bent her head, accepting him inside. A growing boy needed an 
attentive mother, and they grew so fast. So many had grown large like 
their father and departed, finding their own dominion, their own filthy 
pit deep in this abyss. Hell was thriving. Her sons, unbound by infernal 
bondage because of their human blood, took what they pleased from Earth. 
Women. Girls. No ritual was needed, as it had been for her. Her sons 
raped as they pleased, enslaving whichever human females they desired 
and using their bodies to breed. 

The cock in her mouth swelled up and erupted into a vile geyser in her 
mouth. She swallowed as quickly as she could, but the copious orange 
fluid filled her mouth and poured out around her lips. The cock pulled 
out and She coughed, but it was immediately replaced by another. 

This was her hellish paradise. She had become that 14-year-old girl 
again, the one pushed down and slammed against the toilet and used 
solely for the tight pleasure of her pussy. She lived the reality of 
that gloryhole bar in an endless cycle, an army of cocks shoving into 
her dripping holes, fountaining cum inside her, the frenzied copulation 
punctuated only by the torturous ecstasy of birthing her demon young. 
This was her existence, fixed on the carnal axis that spun her shaking, 
trembling body from climax to climax. 

A river of orange cum flowed down her chin and dripped from her breasts 
by the time her boys were done. They left, sated for the moment, leaving 
her with only the virile pounding of her master's knobby demon prick in 
her aching cunt. 

Her daughters were nearby. Her sweet daughters, worthless little animal 
sluts just like their mother, cocksleeves to be fucked and raped and 
pounded and bred by their own masters. Like their mother, the every 
desire of their depraved, bestial existence was fulfilled: they licked 
the sludge and grime from their master's pricks when hungry, they drank 
his semen when they were thirsty, and squealed every moment in between 
as their little girl cunts were ploughed by revolting demon pricks and 
flooded with endless spurts of demon cum. 

There was the older one, laying on her back on the oozing stone, her 
pregnant belly obscenely swollen with piglets. The boar hovered above 
her, connected to its mate by the long spiraling length of pumping pig 
prick. It grunted with delight as it jackhammered the little girl's 
pelvis, its fat belly rubbing against the distended paunch of her 
stomach. The girl had her legs in the air like a good little whore, feet 
locked behind the jiggling butt of her porcine lover. 

Purple fluid was splattered on every inch of the naked 14-year-old, wild 
drips squirted out from where the rotten pig meat was enthusiastically 
ploughing her cunt. As she watched, her daughter shrieked and locked her 
legs tighter, urging the pig to give one final slam into her cunt. Her 
pregnant belly jiggled wildly and her shaking breasts leaked purple 
fluid - milk for the babies almost due. 

Her other daughter was just on the other side, laying with her back 
propped against a slimy rock. Three slugs each the size of a fist 
crawled on her flat chest, two of them with their heads touched to the 
girl's tiny nipples and the third curled adorably around her belly 
button. The chain hung loose from her iron collar, long since corroded 
by the slimy slug fluid that coated the little girl's naked body. The 
tiny girl quivered as her babies sucked green fluid from her flat little 
girl tits, an exultant grin on her face. She had given birth hours ago, 
holding her shaking belly and panting frantically as she squeezed 3 
gelatinous balls out of her cunt. Her babies had uncurled - adorable 
little bundles of vomit-colored sludge, and the girl had cried happily 
as she gathered them to her breasts. 

The girl's master was oozing ponderously up to the rock. The little 
breeder's pregnant belly had deflated, so it was time to fill her up 
again. The erect shaft of flexible slug meat extended from its 
underside, and it reared itself up in front of the girl, positioning its 
gooey prick against her cunt. She panted with glee, arching her neck and 
closing her eyes, overwhelmed by the thrill of her babies chewing on her 
nipples while her lover lined up with her pussy. This was what she lived 
for, her smile said. This was the existence she craved. This was the 
fulfillment of every hope and dream the 12-year-old girl had ever had. 

That shaft of yellow meat slammed home in her daughter's naked body just 
as the woman's orgasm rose up inside her. She bucked wildly, watching 
her daughter's pleasure, and a scream of ecstasy forced itself from her 
throat. Jets of warmth splashed her pussy walls as the demon prick 
swelled up larger inside her and flooded her pregnant cunt with rapid 
blasts of orange semen. 

"Aaaagh! AaaayaaAAAARGH!" 

She was just coming down from her climax when she heard her other 
daughter crying out. The girl was laying on her back, hands pressed to 
her naked belly, heaving wildly. 

Her lover pulled his demon prick from her pussy with a wet slurp. The 
worthless cumslut forced herself to stand, her thighs shaking. Virulent 
orange cum dripped down her legs. She took a few steps and dropped to 
her knees beside the girl. 

"It's ok sweetie. I'm here. Just breathe." 

The girl nodded, her jaw clenched tightly with pain. Her belly seemed to 
move by itself, life stirring under the taut flesh. The woman took her 
daughter's hand. She was so proud of her little girl. She was such a 
perfect little pigfucker, eagerly taking pigcock in any dripping hole 
her mate wanted around the clock. Now she was about to bear another 
litter of his young. Once, an eternity ago, the girl had done other 
things. The woman didn't remember them. They didn't matter. Now her 
daughter writhed here in Hell with her, fulfilling the only true purpose 
a wretched little cumbag like her deserved. She helped her naked 
daughter get propped up with her back to a rock, her gaping cunt exposed 
to the air. 

"Doing good sweetie. Breathe in and out. 1,2,3...1,2,3..." The woman 
held her daughter's hand and rubbed her shoulders as the the 14-year-old 
heaved her way through the contractions, cheeks puffing. It didn't take 
long. The girl's thighs jerked suddenly, and jerked again, and she 
shrieked and strained visibly as she bore down, her face scrunched 
tightly with effort. 

She bent and pressed a kiss to her daughter's forehead, holding her 
shaking body as the first piglet slipped out with a wet plop and a gush 
of fluids. The girl's face twitched with exaltation as her birthing 
orgasm washed over her, her pain turning to a tempest of blinding 
pleasure. Her body shook on the rock, and the woman helped hold her 
steady as another jerk brought a second piglet into the hellish world. 

The pair of piglets struggled in the soupy pool of purple fluid, 
squealing pitifully as they tried to get their legs under them. The girl 
cried out, her deflating belly still quivering. The woman held her 
tight, petting her slimy hair as the third and final piglet was slowly 
squished out of the gaping cunt and plopped into the sodden purple 
puddle. 

"You're such a good girl." She hugged her daughter as tears of happiness 
flooded the little girl's eyes. "Mommy's so proud of you. My little 
girl, my precious pigslut." 

The daughter gazed up at her mother, wearing a look of rapturous joy. 
Her mother, her lover, her endless brood of pig babies - she adored them 
all, that look said. Her mother had given her a gift beyond imagining, a 
blessing of fulfillment consummated by that first violent rape of her 
little girl pussy. She arched her neck to kiss her mother on the lips, 
and the pair shared an intimate moment swapping the residual film of cum 
that always lined their mouths. 

Their kiss broke. Mother and daughter looked on as the squalling demon 
piglets got their stubby feet under them. They would grow so rapidly, 
she knew. Her daughter was a wonderful mother. She would love them and 
cuddle them and feed them with her breasts and suck their cocks with 
gusto. Before she knew it, they would be grown and gone out in the wider 
world of Hell, to be minions to other demon broods, to rape the latest 
batch of juicy little girls that were taken from Earth and brought here, 
to dump load after load of pig sperm into them until their bellies 
swelled with demon life. 

And there were more too, besides her children and her children's 
children. There were endless beasts here in Hell, and so many little 
girls were being dragged down here screaming these days that they were 
all gathering mates. Every vile thing that crawled or flew or lay in 
wait to snare was finding a girl, dragging her to its lair or just 
pushing her down on the ground right there and mating with her. Demon 
dogs thrusting into panting little girl bitches, making them fat with 
puppies, flying bugs chasing down crying, fleeing girls, dragging them 
to their hives and building waxy restraints to keep them immobile. 
Snakes and spiders and oozing holes in the ground full of tentacles - 
one by one they were all finding mates, snatching human girls and raping 
them ceaselessly, using them for their slippery cunts and their fertile 
wombs. 

The plane was flourishing. It was only a matter of time. Soon they would 
be the most numerous and powerful plane in Hell. The waste, the vermin 
and filthy trash, the scum that fed at the bottom - now they would be on 
top. 

But not her. She didn't want to be on top. She had left everything 
behind: names, identity, human concerns, and found her own paradise here 
in this sodden, stinking pit on the floor of Hell, a receptacle for cum 
and trash, insignificant and worthless and wasted, her and her daughters 
raped and bred in an eternal carnal cycle. Used up, spent, their souls 
slowly corroded by the seeds of perdition spewed inside them and 
devoured by their mates, locking them together in eternal bestial 
bondage. 

The woman sat back and watched as her daughter breastfed her new 
piglets. The demon boar was approaching the girl again, dragging its 
cock along the slimy ground. It straddled the girl, lining up its prick 
and shoving inside with a wet slap. Its mate's womb was empty, so it was 
time to rape her again, time to fill her up. 

The claws of her master touched her shoulders, and the woman knelt down 
and put her butt in the air. On the bottom, that was where she belonged. 
Vile. Filthy. Her naked body the epitome of worthless trash. Just a cunt 
to be used up and filled with fetid, steaming cum spurted from the 
wretched body of her ugly master. It was all she needed, all she wanted. 
All that a wasted girl like her deserved. 

Her cunt exploded with pleasure as the knob of dripping meat slammed 
past her pussy lips. At last she had found where she belonged. Her cries 
mixed with those of her daughters, the trio of naked bodies writhing in 
the infernal red gloom of the lowest floor of Hell.