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(Ff, ped, reluc, mast, oral, mc, fantasy) *** Author's Note: This is entirely a work of fiction and contains disturbing and offensive material. If reading this type of thing isn't your cup of tea it would be best to stop now. No humans or animals were hurt in the writing of this story. Contents may have settled due to shipping and handling. Serving suggestion only. Apply liberally to infected area, rinse, repeat. Why are you still reading this, the good stuff's right down there! *** Chapter One ----------- She floats high above the houses, seeing by spirit- light, searching for darkness. She hungers. Most of the souls below are already far too bright, some are almost blinding. She fears she will never accomplish her task; her Master will not be pleased. She almost misses the discrete pocket of blackness directly below her; she had thought the house empty. But no, there is a soul there, one perfect for her needs... Danielle stirred in her bed. Sleep wasn't coming easy tonight. She'd already taken a hot bath and drunk a glass of warm milk. But so far sleep eluded her. She closed her eyes and covered them with an arm. She sighed. A few more minutes and she'd get up, do something else until she felt tired. She opened her eyes and shrieked, there was someone in her bedroom! He stood at the foot of her bed, not moving, seemingly not even breathing. His hazel eyes bored straight into hers. He was naked. Firm, sculpted body, just the kind she would imagine in her very rare sessions of daydreaming. Long wavy brown hair fell past his broad shoulders. Danielle's gaze traveled down his body to his erect cock. It looked... it looked somehow mouth- watering, she felt a sudden gush of saliva. Her nipples crinkled tight at the sight of it, and sudden heat filled her groin. Wait a minute, something was wrong. She pulled her eyes away from that magnificent cock. He had no belly button. That was it. So she must be dreaming. Danielle was not a sexual being; almost never feeling the urges of lust. Her rare moments of excitement were always contained, cauterized, chopped off and dealt with at appropriate times in appropriate places. And this was a shame for males in general, because Danielle was gorgeous. Tall and slender, with pert B-cup breasts, olive skin and long black hair. A killer ass. Men flocked around her whenever she went out, but she just had no interest in sex. In her twenty-eight years she could count on one hand the number of times she had masturbated. So this must be an erotic dream, she thought to herself. And a damned good one. Well, maybe the release would help her get to sleep... "Okay, come on," she said, "Let's get this over with." She loathed taking this form, but it was the correct one to begin with. The soul before her made the invitation, now she could act. Invisible tendrils crept into the soul's shell, altering here, amplifying there, sifting through memories for material it could use... The stranger floated towards her; now Danielle was sure she was dreaming. He straddled her face and his legs seemed to sink right into the mattress below. His cock was right at her mouth, pulsating, leaking pre-cum. Feeling arousal stronger than anything she'd ever experienced Danielle took him into her mouth. He smiled down at her. God, the sensation of his prick on her tongue was fantastic! Her nipples tightened further and she felt a gush of juices flow from her now-gaping cunt. His hands reached down and held her head as she sucked. Oddly it also felt like he was caressing her tits, gently sliding hands over and near but never on her excited buds. Now more hands roamed her awakening body; cupping her ass, stroking her inner thighs, her whole body was on fire with such strong sexual sensations it was driving her mad! Vivid bursts of memories began flashing in her brain, almost too short to grasp; the shower-room of her high-school gym class, filled with naked, playful, giggling girls. Her best childhood friend, Amy, six years old, laughing as she fell and her skirt flew up to expose her panties. As each memory flew past a ghostly hand would circle her nipple or brush her now achingly swollen clit, making her moan and thrash. A girl scout camping trip when she was twelve, bathing in the river with Amy and the other girls. Days at the beach when she was five, and how good the sun's warmth felt on her chest and ass as her mother chased her around pleading for her to put her swimsuit back on. That one drunken party in college when a sorority sister had kissed her and groped her chest. As the memories flashed past her excitement grew and grew, she was creaming helplessly and clawing at the sheets. The ghostly hands kept up their invisible caresses, subtly linking images to sensations. Danielle was so intent on her own mounting pleasure that she barely noticed the form above her flow and change. The throbbing cock in her mouth shrunk and split as she kept licking and sucking, unfolding into a delicious tasting pussy that drooled juice for her to swallow. The stranger's hair lengthened and straightened, the skin darkened and the pectorals grew into beautiful breasts capped with dark, excited nipples. A small part of Danielle's mind rebelled at the creature's transformation; she knew she was not a lesbian. She was barely even heterosexual, to come right down to it. But the creature kept smiling down at her, her body kept screaming messages of arousal to her brain, the feather-light touches to her clit and nipples, belly and ass kept up their relentless assault. Danielle was now more aroused than she'd ever been in her life, more sexually aware and awake than she'd even thought possible, and her mind screamed for more. She wormed her tongue into the stranger's cunt and was rewarded with a strong suction on her own clit. She pumped her tongue in and out and felt a welcome tickle on her virgin anus. Her hands flew up to pinch the stranger's nipples and she felt her own nipples respond in kind; it felt as if twin mouths were sucking and biting at her suddenly sensitive peaks. Danielle was far past the point at which she normally would have exploded in orgasm, she felt maddened by the lack of release and at the same time welcomed the erotic tension; she wanted to ride the waves of bliss forever! She moaned her need to the creature and it smiled down at her again, a wicked smile full of promise, full of sin. Danielle tried to suck the stranger's entire pussy at once, her hands dropped to cup its ass and force more hot meat into her mouth. It just kept smiling at her. She once again felt the tickle of a tongue at her rosebud and her orgasm loomed visibly nearer; she stuck a finger into the stranger's ass and her own pleasure multiplied tenfold, a hundredfold! The ghostly hands were suddenly everywhere; stroking, pinching, her entire body one giant nerve ending, sending her brain messages of pleasure, pleasure, pleasure! She freed her mouth and screamed as her orgasm finally broke over her; her back arching, knees trembling, hands clawing her own nipples, every muscle in her body galvanized by the current of desire and fulfillment. Black roses bloomed behind her tightly shut eyes. She rocked helplessly as her orgasm went on and on, bucking and shaking, sweat springing out in a fine sheen everywhere at once over her quaking body. Her head whipped from side to side, she moaned and squirmed, needing something further, knowing it, feeling it but unable to find it in the delirious madness overtaking her. Her pleasure redoubled again and again, the mental images went past too fast to follow, and then her achingly empty cunt was suddenly filled with something huge, something that buzzed and shook and thrust into her over and over and that was it, that was too much. Danielle passed out, her now responsive body twitching and curling into the fetal position. She had done her work well, she was pleased. Much remained to be done but the beginning was better than she had hoped for. She marked the soul clearly so it would always be able to be found, then adjusted a few more neural links. The soul's shell was now dormant. Nothing further could be done this night. But there were many, many more to come... Chapter Two ----------- Danielle awoke the next morning exhausted and sore. She groaned, then opened her eyes. Rain-washed light filtered in through the curtains. Saturday, it was Saturday, right? She could sleep in. She closed her eyes again. Suddenly images sprung up in her mind; girls, young women, in all types of dress and undress. She felt her crotch get that hot, heavy feeling she normally associated with handsome men. And then the events of last night leaped into her mind; the stranger, the ghostly hands, the waves and waves of bliss leading to the strongest cum of her young life. Her eyes flew open in shock! What the hell had happened to her? That was no dream! She bounded out of bed and raced through the house, looking for some clue... Danielle sat in the kitchen, drinking her second cup of coffee. She'd checked all the doors and windows, made sure the alarm system was on and had checked its log on her computer. No intruders. Not unless whoever it was could get past the high-tech security system and re- lock deadbolts from the inside. So it must have been a dream. But it had seemed so real... Danielle had never had much use for spirits, ghosts or anything supernatural. She barely even considered the possibility and dismissed it at once; such things were for the kooks of the world. Her mind wandered back to the stranger... Odd, how she could remember all the details of this dream so clearly when she normally forgot her dreams in less than an hour. Odd, how every time she thought of the stranger her pussy got damp and her nipples tingled. She put it all out of her mind and got on with her day. She drove to the supermarket. Went up one aisle and down the other. She was almost done with her shopping when she noticed... A little girl, probably around seven or eight. Shopping with her mommy. Very well behaved for her age, not begging for anything off the shelves. Danielle (wonder what her tender young pussy would taste like) caught herself staring and quickly looked away. Her eyes wanted to creep back, see if she was (wearing any panties) maybe from the neighborhood but she had strong self-discipline; she passed the mother and daughter and quickly finished up and paid at the register. She was putting her groceries into her car when the two came out of the store; Danielle's eyes once more locked onto the youngster and (she could be fun we could play together I could show her things) she felt her nipples tighten with need. This was crazy, it was just a kid, not even that good looking (how about naked I bet she looks good naked and dancing on the end of my tongue) and she was probably a brat anyway. Danielle got into her car and drove home. Later that afternoon Danielle was watching TV, flipping mindlessly through the channels. She finally found a movie she remembered not being too bad; she settled on that. One of the characters was a girl of twelve; Danielle found herself getting more intent every time the girl (so pretty want to stroke her hair her skin I want to I want her I want) came on screen. She moaned gently and her hand rose to her breast, lightly teasing the nipple through her T shirt and bra. The crotch of her shorts was getting damp again; Danielle inhaled her own musk and her excitement grew. The girl went off screen and she groaned in loss and flipped through the channels again, looking for but not finding images of tender young female flesh. Suddenly she stopped, my God, what was wrong with her! She threw the remote from her hand as if it were a spider and jumped off the couch, running into the bathroom to take a cold shower. The stinging spray brought her back to her senses, the rest of the day she kept her mind under her harshest discipline. But every day ends with a night. Danielle was in bed. Once again sleep was eluding her, but not for the same reason as before. Danielle was horny. Her body remembered very well what had happened twenty four short hours before and it wanted it again. She finally gave in halfway and rummaged in her nightstand for the latest Hollister catalogue. Holding it open to a two page spread of shirtless young beefcake she tentatively began touching herself, stroking her pussy and thighs. Nothing. No dampening of her labia, her nipples flatly refusing to erect. She moaned her frustration and turned to a page with teenage boys and girls together. She tried focusing on the guys, just barely glancing at the nubile young gals in their tight tank tops. Less than nothing. She wanted to close her eyes, picture the little girl from the store (so delicious and tender probably has a plump little pussy I wonder how sensitive her nipples are) but she refused to allow it. Her body craved release. Her will was iron. She finally got up and took two sleeping pills; fifteen minutes later she was out like a light. Chapter Three ------------- Three days later and Danielle had put the strange events almost totally out of her mind. She stayed at home Sunday, worked on crosswords and sudoku, kept the TV off and the radio on. She felt a twinge of guilt at missing church but made up for it with an extra on-line donation to her favorite charity. And despite her feeling that everyone would be able to sense some change in her, the last two days at her job had been completely uneventful. The strange thoughts had (soft warm giggles) vanished and she felt in control once more. She rises toward the planar gate and passes through. She desires to be at the dwelling of the marked soul and is translated there instantly. She spends a quiet eternity observing. The soul is as she left it; no marks of others of her kind, no wards or barriers from the Other Side of the Struggle. Some of the neural links are weakened, and there is little new material in memory to work with. But it is enough. She begins her manipulations. Danielle yawns, looks at the clock and decides it's late enough; she heads into the bedroom and begins undressing. The feel of her shirt sliding over her shoulders is suddenly sensual, all at once she gets the feeling that she's being watched (yes watch me watch me undress I'll put on a show for you). She shudders and looks around but of course no one is there. (Disappointed I want them to see I want her to see me to find me sexy yes...) She hurriedly finishes stripping and climbs into bed. The roughness of the sheets irritates her; she should get some satin sheets, they'd feel so nice on her skin. Danielle stretches and closes her eyes. Her body feels so warm. Without any thought her hands begin stroking her skin. Images begin flitting through her mind again, girls she knew as a child, who'd have thought she could still remember them so clearly, they all look so innocent, so sexy... Her eyes open wide with shock. Sexy? Little girls? A wave of fear and disgust sweeps through her as she realizes what she's thinking. She rolls onto her side and someone is there, it's that girl from the supermarket, she's naked and right beside the bed and staring deep into Danielle's eyes and Danielle moans with need as her body ignites, moans with shame and fear and lust. The girl smiles at her, a sunny happy smile, and reaches out to Danielle's breast. Her touch is impossibly light, the slightest contact and yet it sends Danielle into orbit, her cunt immediately gets wet, her tits feel heavy and hot. Her need overwhelms her and she reaches out to the girl. Suddenly her mouth is filled with hairless young pussy, the weight of a six year old body presses against her, invisible hands stroke and caress and Danielle feels something inside her mind break, she welcomes it all, revels in the sensations. Her pussy begins pouring nectar and she feels a tiny tongue lapping it up. Each nipple has a tiny mouth fastened on, licking and biting. Tongues and hands flutter over her belly, her inner thighs, stroking her back down to the crack of her ass. She's helpless under the total erotic attack and yet suddenly frantic to give, she laves the pussy straddling her mouth and pushes her tongue between its fat lips. A welcome gush scalds her and she swallows it down and whines for more. Her body is gyrating on the bed, frantic to pursue the pleasure, more frantic to give. She somehow senses that her own orgasm won't arrive until she's satisfied this stranger, this apparition, this precious darling girl who's driving her insane with lust. Look at me. Danielle feels the command. She lifts her eyes to the shape above her. The girl changes, melting impossibly fast from one outline to the next but all are recognized, all are girls Danielle has known. The changes slow, with a gasp of pleasure she sees again her childhood friend Amy, thrusting her five year old pussy against Danielle's mouth; the shape shifts again to the girl from the store and then with a wicked smile to one last form. Long dark hair, olive skin, huge chocolate eyes; Danielle is looking at herself at age seven; she's licking her own cunt, tasting her own juices. Young Dani's eyes close with bliss and her hips thrust faster against the invading tongue, her/their nipples erect and tingling madly. Danielle grabs the ass of the girl-thing and forces more of her tongue into the tight pussy, kneading the firm ass cheeks and feeling her own being kneaded in return, feeling a slippery tongue lash her clit. Young Dani above her trembles, her back arches and she cums, flooding Danielle's mouth, musk pouring down her neck and fouling the black hair spread beneath her. Danielle is teetering right on the edge, one second more and she'll be there but suddenly everything stops, the ghostly touches still, her muscles lock in place. She looks up into the eyes of the creature and moans her need, humps her body to find invisible hands now absent. Can we play again? The question fills her very being, every cell of her body. In a rush Danielle realizes what she's doing, what she's thinking. Shame rushes in, guilt and fear close behind. The Dani-thing gazes implacably down at her, waiting. Danielle somehow knows what is being asked of her, what dark path lies ahead. She closes her eyes against sudden tears but can still see the Dani-thing above her; it changes back to the girl from the store, then once again to Amy. Can we play again? Please? Once again the hands are stroking her, fondling her secret places, the need to cum is overwhelming, she must give in, she has to feel the pleasure, the pleasure is all that matters. Danielle throws her head back and screams, "Yes, yes make me cum make me wild make me bad I want to be a bad girl please don't tease me anymore I need this I need it so bad..." The creature smiles unseen and Danielle is overcome, great crashing crescendos of lust sweep over her. I like you, you're hot. "Please, more, I need more..." Her back arches, thighs tremble and cord, her nipples burst with orgasmic fire. It feels as if hundreds of hands and tongues, hundreds of lovers are all worshipping at the altar of her body. Something hot and hard invades her cunt, someone pries open her ass, scores of feather-touches stroke her skin. We'll have lots of fun together. "Oh God, keep going, yes, take me, make me yours..." Her mind spins out of control; she surrenders herself to the pleasure, seeing little girls everywhere around her, all cumming with her, all reflecting her own supercharged lust. Pink bodies, tan and yellow and brown and palest white, all writhing with her on the bed, their tiny nipples hard, their hairless slits open and creaming. We'll make lots of other friends. We'll all play together. You'll bring them to me, won't you? Danielle moans her agreement and her orgasm triples in strength. Her hands reach out to grasp tiny waists, stroke hairless legs, kiss virgin lips. She throws herself from side to side just to feel the smooth skin of her multiple lovers impact her own. "Yes, I love it, I'll do anything, just never stop, keep loving me, keep going, I need you, I need this, make me cum more, I want it, I need it, I need more, more, more!" Her body is an instrument of lust being played by a master and the final release is total, overwhelming, she rides the crest until finally unconsciousness claims her. Chapter Four ------------ Danielle awakened slowly that Wednesday morning, stretching like a cat, completely aware of her body as a pleasure machine. She'd had the best dream last night, she couldn't remember it very well at all but she knew it was fantastic. She closes her eyes again and (tiny cunts glistening with virgin dew) reaches a hand down to slowly cup her hot sex. She smiles and gives a soft grunt of pleasure. It feels sooo good... She rubs her clit and pinches her nipples one by one. Slickness floods the hand at her crotch and she rubs harder, faster. Her tongue (lots of little tongues they feel so good licking me sucking me) darts out to moisten her lips and she moans, grinding her hips in slow circles. Her other hand drops to her pussy (gotta shave today be all smooth and nice) and two fingers slide into her sopping cavern as she continues strumming her erect clit. In mere seconds she cums, body arching from the bed, crying out her need to the empty room, images (so pretty all the innocent little girls) dancing behind her closed eyes. Danielle has been rewired, reborn. Danielle, who's that, she thinks to herself, I'm Dani now, why did I ever not like that name? No matter. Giving herself one last lingering stroke she opens her eyes and smiles. She notices the time; she's already late for work. She frowns and pouts her lips. Being a paralegal used to be so cool, but now she thinks it's boring. She's got some savings and some vacation pay coming, she decides to quit and do something else with her life. After a while, of course. First she deserves some time for herself. "Janice? It's me, I know I'm late... It's me, Dani. Dani! Danielle, yeah. Listen, I'm not coming in, in fact I quit. Sudden? I guess. Look, I don't care, okay? I need to do something... different. Just mail me my last check, and make sure I get my vacation time on there too. What stuff? Oh, yeah. I don't care, burn it or give it away, whatever. Yeah, I'll miss you too. Bye." Click. "Whatever, bitch." One bath, one shave and several orgasms later Dani stood in front of her closet. What the hell had she been thinking when she bought this crap? All her clothes were drab greys and browns, ugh. She finally found a pair of jeans shorts that were a size too small and wiggled into them. That and a white shirt tied at the midriff would have to do. She turned in front of the mirror, loving how the shorts clung to her ass, feeling the rough fabric against her freshly shaved pussy. Wow. She was tempted to bring herself off again but shopping was more important right now, gotta get some bright, fun clothes! She tied her hair into pigtails and admired the effect. She felt herself getting wet again, in this get-up she looked like she could pass for a teenager! Giving her braless tits one rough squeeze she headed for the door. She was driving her Mustang convertible to the mall when she noticed the shop; she quickly braked and parked up the street. Why didn't she think of this before, a consignment shop would be perfect! And this one catered specifically to teens, the thought of wearing a top or some shorts that had been worn by a young hottie was a real turn on. She went in and began browsing. A sales woman offered help but Dani shooed her away, she was too busy fantasizing about the girls who'd once worn each item she examined. She had quite an armful selected when a male voice again offered her assistance. It was the store manager, a handsome man in his forties. It was clear from his manner that he found her attractive; his eyes barely rose above Dani's neck. At first she was irritated but then (watch me look at me I'm sexy you think I'm hot don't you you want to fuck me) she realized it was really quite flattering. She began teasing him; bending over or sticking her chest out, playing with her pigtails. The poor man had to hunch over to hide his obvious cock-stand. She finally brought everything up to the register; the manager handled her purchases himself, trying in vain to get some positive response out of her but she kept playing dumb. And when she handed him her ID for the credit card check his face grew red as a brick; she didn't know how old he thought she was but he sure as hell didn't think she was twenty eight! Dani giggled all the way back to her car. One of the items she'd bought was a bikini top; Dani almost drooled at the thought of the pert young titties it had once held. She decided to drive to the beach and work on her tan a little. Once there she changed into the tiny top right there in her car, the thought of someone seeing her cute B-cup tits got her pussy damp all over again. She got her lounge chair and towel out of the trunk and hiked to the sand. Now where to set up her chair? Oh my God, there's a mother and three daughters over there, look at them, they look so cute in their swimsuits! Dani set up camp nearby and tried not to stare too much as the girls frolicked in the waves. All of them have hair of gold, like their mother, but the youngest one doesn't have curls at all, Dani thought to herself with a giggle. The youngest of the three ran up to her mom and Dani drank in the sight of her; the way the wet fabric clung to her bubble butt, the tan lines, the tiny bumps of her nipples hidden by a single layer of cloth. Dani (I want her want to play with her have her lick me) had to calm down, she had an overwhelming urge to just grab the child and (eat her right here in the sun they can all watch us cum they can join in we can all cum) bring her home with her. She got up and ran into the waves to cool off. Later that evening and Dani was back home. She hadn't been able to resist playing with herself in the ocean, just a quick cum, that girl had been so innocent, so sexy! Then she'd driven around with the top down, checking out the (playgrounds the parks where do all the little girls go after school) neighborhood and showing off her new bikini top. For right now though she was starving. She rooted around in the fridge but couldn't find anything she wanted to eat, just disgusting stuff like tofu and wheat-grass juice, ugh. She'd have to go to the store again, she sat down and made a list of (gotta buy some rope and duct tape find some pot some chloroform maybe some percocet get wine too gotta go to the sex-shop vibrators big ones little ones butt plugs nipple-clamps) foods that appealed to her now. But going out again would be so much trouble. She called for a big greasy pizza instead. While she waited she fired up her computer and went online. Many hours later and Dani was dizzy with excitement. She's had no idea, none, of all the wonderful pictures and video available online! Type the right words into a search engine or peer-sharing network and you were practically bombarded! Now she was sitting in a pool of her own pussy juice, her nipples sore from all the tugs she'd given them when a particularly sexy image or video came up. She'd managed to hold off masturbating but it was getting to be too much, she finally shut things down and went into the bedroom. She lay on her queen sized bed and began rubbing her naked skin all over with slow, gentle strokes. Her legs scissored open and closed as she kneaded her swollen cunt lips with one hand and mauled her right tit with the other. Her thighs began trembling uncontrollably as her excitement rose higher and higher. Memories of the girl at the beach flashed behind her closed eyes, that little girls butt was so enticing! She rolled over onto her stomach and stuck her own ass into the air, moaning and fingering her clit. She watched the marked soul writhe in lust, feeding off the powerful energy. She examined its mind. The connections were stronger than ever. There were thousands of new memories to work with. But no plans other than vague, unworkable ideas that would quickly remove its freedom. That would never do, she was to bring in new souls, innocent souls to feed her and her sisters. Innocence corrupted was needed; the tool would have to be sharpened... Dani was frantic, she imagined the girl from the beach tonguing her pussy but it just wasn't the same, she needed (her master where was her master please come to me cum with me make me dirty make me bad) something more, and then suddenly it was there. She felt two little hands grab her ass cheeks and spread them apart, felt a hesitant tongue lick her. She looked back and someone (some thing) was there, looking just like her fantasy girl. Dani suddenly remembered everything; the creature behind her was her corruptor, her demon lover, her sweet master. She remembered her life before, how dull and purposeless she had been. Now she has a purpose, a dark purpose yes but one that gives her what she craves, what she needs! Dani cried out in joy as a little fist pushed into her cunt and pumped in and out. She moaned and panted, thrusting back at the welcome invasion. Her abused nipples crinkled tight and sent jolts of excitement directly to her brain and her pussy. "Oh, yes, fist me, it's so good, you make me feel sooo good, fuck me with your little hand..." A probing tongue wet her anus and slid inside and Dani gushed out a gallon of juice from her cunt, lubricating the girl- creature's fist and making wet sucking sounds. Dani moaned again in pleasure and ground her tits into the sheets, licking her lips and shaking with the nearness of release. Dani. The voice was everywhere inside her, its soundless power making her cream again with the need to serve. Dani, you must find us a playmate. We need to teach her, to show her all this... And wild sparks of pre-orgasmic joy shot through Dani, her body helplessly quaking with the power of it. If you don't help me soon I'll leave, I'll find someone else... "No! Don't leave don't stop I'll be good I'll find her, you'll see, just never leave me I need this so much!" Dani was sobbing, tears scalding her cheeks as she thrust her ass back onto the creature's impaling fist and tongue, "Show me, teach me, tell me how to help just don't stop don't ever stop pleasing me, I beg you!" The fist withdrew from her and Dani cried out with loss but then tiny but incredibly strong hands flipped her over and the girl-creature's head lowered to Dani's sopping crotch. Its lips fastened onto Dani's clit and Dani threw her head back and screamed out her satisfaction. She whined in lust as images once more began spiraling behind her eyes; a twelve year old stripping for the camera, the sweet plump curve of an eight year old's pussy mound, tiny nipples begging to be sucked, beautifully curved young asses sticking up in the air. "Oh yes, suck me, bite my clit, bite it hard, you beautiful thing you, I need you, want you so bad, give me your cunt, I have to lick your cunt!" The girl-creature rotated her body instantly, her mouth never leaving Dani's soaking pussy but now its mound was directly over Dani's face and Dani plunged her tongue between the fat hairless lips. The feel of its weight on her, pressing into her tits and grinding against her belly was sheer heaven. Dani moaned into its open cunt and grabbed its ass, kneading and squeezing the tender skin. Little whimpers of lust sounded from the succubus, feeding Dani's need to give, to please, to make it cum with her. The girl-creature began to change, to shrink, and Dani curved her neck up to keep contact with its nectar- filled box. She opened her eyes to see what looked like a four year old girl riding her, writhing in need and clutching her thighs, giving out high sweet moans of pleasure. Dani's tongue was gripped tightly by the now- shrunken pussy and she waggled it fiercely and pumped it in as far as it would go. The girl-creature's head pushed down and it sucked harder on Dani's clit and then it and Dani came together, spasming uncontrollably as their orgasms crashed through them. She watched her new slave thrash and quake and fed richly off the lust streaming brightly out of its body and mind. The feedback-loop was firmly in place, never to be broken; whenever its lust-energy reached high enough levels it would perceive its master as cumming with it, heterodyning the energy, supercharging it and simultaneously reinforcing Her control. Once again the soul's consciousness suddenly retreated from the overdose of bliss; She noted with satisfaction that the tolerance level had increased. She poured new knowledge into the sleeping mind, when it awoke it would be much more cunning in how its prey was stalked. Enough for the moment. She must return to Her own Master, she knew he would be pleased... END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 54