Chapter One

Tiffany Steinhope was a very proper young lady.  Her parents had raised her in a strict high-class household, and she was taught to turn up her nose at anyone of lesser financial status than her family.  She attended balls, teas, polo matches, and formal dinners, always dressed in full regalia and jewelry to show off her status.  Her long, auburn hair was always immaculately kept, and her makeup was always perfectly applied.  Her eyes were deep green and always wide with curiosity.  Tiffany was the epitome of royalty.

As her parents were about to discover, Tiffany also had what one might term a "dark side."  As her parents and closest friends would soon find out, she was possessed by a strange, evil demon - the spawn of Satan himself, some thought, would soon consume her young body with unbridled lust and passion.  This beast would make demands that nobody would ever have thought could come from such a proper and beautiful young lady.

One Saturday night, 8-year old Tiffany crept into her parents' bed while they slept, sucked her father's long, thick cock to hardness, and took her own cherry by impaling herself upon his thick cock.  She rode his big dick until she had her first orgasm, and kept going until he unloaded his thick, creamy load of semen inside her hairless pussy. 

Thinking it was his wife riding his magnificent tool, John Steinhope kept his eyes closed, never opening his eyes to his unwilling, unknowing molestation of his daughter.  It was not until Tiffany crawled over, covered her mother's mouth with her bald cunt, and pushed her father's cum out of her pussy into her mother's mouth that he became aware of the events of the evening.

"Hey! What the...mmpf!" Martha Steinhope exclaimed, as her daughter covered her mouth with her dripping, pre-teen pussy.  Tiffany quickly shushed her mother with her sloppy, wet cunt and held her mother's mouth to her crotch.

"Lick it, bitch!" Tiffany commanded. "Suck that cum out of my hole, you dirty cunt!"  Martha was shocked at her so-called "perfect" daughter's sudden change of character.  She was so shocked that she couldn't do anything but submit to her daughter's whim.  John had awakened by this time and sat up in bed, paralyzed by the unspeakable, yet compelling scene he witnessed before him.

"Tiffany! What in the world are you DOING??" her father asked in astonishment.  His tumescent cock was stirring once again as he watched his daughter grind her hairless cunt into her mother's mouth.

"Shut up and eat her cunt, asshole! Do as you're told, or you'll both regret it!" Tiffany hissed, as she looked at her father with evil, piercing red eyes.  John was horrified.  Has his model daughter become possessed? What sort of demon had invaded her body and caused this strange behavior?  "Get down there and suck pussy, goddammit, or I'll cut your balls off and have them for breakfast!"

John hurriedly moved between Martha's legs, throwing back the covers and lifting her gown to her waist. His long, soft tongue snaked its way into her wet slit, around her swollen clitoris and down into her dripping cunt.  His wife was turned on by this wanton display!

"Suck it, cunt! Get every drop of his cum out of there, so I can get some more! You two are going to fuck me whenever and wherever I want it from now on, or I'll see to it that you die a very slow, very painful death!" Tiffany commanded, her eyes were glowing red now.  There was indeed a demon within their daughter, and they now knew that they would be its slaves until they could somehow exorcise this beast from their lovely daughter.  They only hoped they could figure out a way before anyone else found out about her!

John lapped and sucked at his wife's vagina, causing her juices to flow even more copiously than ever, soaking his face and the sheets below her.  His cock was once again throbbing in its hardness, demanding to be enveloped in the silky softness of a wet hole.  Martha was moaning into her daughter's dripping pussy, licking her husband's thick cum and her daughter's sweet juices as if she had been doing it for years.

Tiffany suddenly got up from her mother's face, and with inhuman strength grabbed her father by his hair and pulled him onto his back, leaping on top of him and impaling herself once again on his throbbing cock.  John moaned audibly as his erection sunk to the hilt into his daughter's tightly gripping pussy.  She began to bounce up and down on him, dragging her pussy lips wetly up and down the thick shaft of his penis.  With each stroke, it seemed as if his cock was pulling her pussy inside out, and then pushing it all back inside her again.  She fucked her father like she had been doing it for years, more expertly than any adult film star or prostitute could.

Without missing a stroke, Tiffany rose up off of John's massive cock, positioned the bulbous head of his dick at the entrance to her asshole, and lowered herself down on him in a single stroke, until his pubic hair was mashed against her clitoris and dripping pussy lips.  He was balls-deep inside her ass, and she had taken the entire length of his cock without even wincing!

"You'd better not go soft on me, asshole!  I'm gonna ride you until I'm satisfied!  And you, Bitch!  You sit your ass on his face and make him eat cunt!  This wimp's not going to be able to move when we get done with him!"  Tiffany raised herself up and positioned the head of her father's cock so it was just inside her tight, 8-year old asshole, and then again impaled herself completely with one swift stroke.  Her tiny fingers were rubbing her clit hard and fast, occasionally shoving two or three fingers inside her pussy to get some cunt juice and then returning to her throbbing clit. 

She grunted as her pussy ejaculated a copious quantity of pussy juice in a puddle on her father's belly, which she commanded her mother to lick up as she ground her own wet cunt into his face.  Tiffany had orgasm after orgasm, her father's large, thick organ still sliding in and out of her tiny asshole.  With each orgasm she shouted obscenities, both offending and titillating her parents with her brashness until her father could no longer take the tight, wet friction on his cock and shouted his orgasm's arrival.

"I'm gonna shoot! I can't hold it any more! God help me, but I can't hold it any longer, here it CUMS!!" John's huge cock erupted in a deluge of thick, white cream, filling Tiffany's tiny asshole until it began squirting out around his shaft and dripping down onto his heavy balls.

"Get down there and catch that cum, bitch!  Don't let a single drop go to waste!"  She grabbed her mother by the hair and shoved her head down to her tiny ass cheeks.  Martha hungrily licked her husband's hot spend from her daughter's ass and her husband's balls.  She stayed there with her tongue at the ready when Tiffany finally rose up off of her father's now softening member and caught the flood of warm cream that rushed out and into Martha's waiting mouth.  Gulping the salty goo down her hungry throat, she licked all around her daughter's asshole and sucked hungrily to get the last of it out of her.  She then sucked her husband's big cock down her throat and cleansed the shaft of the remainder of his copious ejaculation.

When Martha looked up from cleaning her husband's cock, Tiffany was gone.  In a sudden flight of panic, Martha raced to Tiffany's room to see if she'd gone back there.  When she arrived in her daughter's doorway, she saw Tiffany, sweetly sleeping peacefully in her bed as if nothing had happened that night. 

"Could this all have been a nightmare?" she wondered to herself.  She pinched herself to make sure she was awake.  Shaking her head, she slowly returned to her bedroom, where John had drifted off to sleep, his tumescent cock resting comfortably on his stomach and the covers still pulled down.  Martha crawled into bed, still puzzling over what she had seen and done, or at least what she thought she had seen and done, pulled the covers up over both of them, and drifted into a fitful sleep.

Chapter Two

When Martha arose the next morning, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the air was warm and sweet.  She walked over and looked out the window at their English-style garden and admired the colors of the blooming flowers.  As John stirred, she looked over at him and mused at the insistent lump that pushed the sheets away from his midsection. Martha was indeed a lucky woman, to have such a well-hung, and well-heeled husband to care for her.  His penis never failed to satisfy her, and she marveled at his ability to recover and make love again and again.

She walked quietly over to his side of the bed and gently drew the covers back off of him. "What's this?" she wondered, noticing a red stain on the sheet.  Suddenly it all came back to her. "It was only a dream," she repeated to herself.  "Last night was only a terrible nightmare, and we have nothing to worry about. Maybe he was a little rough on me last night and I bled a little bit," she rationalized, remembering their lovemaking session before they went to sleep. He had been quite animalistic last night, taking her from behind and going very deep inside her with every pounding stroke.

Martha noticed that her vagina was indeed a bit sore this morning, no doubt from the brutal lovemaking session the night before.  "That's it!" she said to herself. "John was just a little hard on my little pussy last night, that's what it was.  I'll have to mention to him to take it easy in the future."  Martha felt relieved as she bent to take his engorged penis into her soft, warm mouth. She flinched momentarily as she tasted his manhood, the taste being a little bitter, but not so much so as to cause alarm.  She drove the thoughts from her mind and focused on pleasuring her man.

As John's lovely wife took his entire ten-inch shaft down her throat, John awoke with a start. "Huh? Oh, yeah baby....that's nice!" He stroked his hand up and down her back, gently and softly caressing her bare shoulders as she sucked him.  "Honey, I had the strangest dream...It was a nightmare, really...about Tiffany."

Martha stopped in mid-stroke. Her heart began to race. Had John had the same dream? She resumed her loving attention, wetly stroking his erection with her long, soft tongue. "Dream?" Martha asked, taking her mouth off of his throbbing dick for a moment. "What was it about?" She sucked his member back into her mouth as he moaned softly.

"Mmm, that feels so good, baby.  It was really strange, you know?  It was like she had become possessed by some sort of rapist or something....really bizarre!" John's recantation hit a chord.  Martha's heart now pounded in her chest.  She found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on what she was doing now, being certain that she had either had the exact same dream, or....

"That wasn't a dream, jerkoff!" Tiffany's tiny, but dominant voice boomed from the door. "I came in here and fucked the shit out of you, and you filled me with two hot loads of cum, just like you're going to do again right now!"  Tiffany was totally naked, her puffy nipples sticking out and her hairless pussy mound bulging between her legs.  "That's right, cunt! Clean all that butt-juice off his cock so I can shove it up my cunt again, I'm fucking horny!" Tiffany commanded, as her astonished parents cowered together. 

Tiffany's eyes were glowing red again, and her finger was busily stroking her erect clitoris.  She walked confidently into the room and took immediate command, shoving her mother's legs wide apart and jamming her hand roughly into her mother's dripping wet vagina.  "Hmmm....looks like Mommy's all horned up too, Daddy.  I hope you're rested up from last night, because you're going to be a busy sonofabitch today!"  Tiffany pulled her hand from her mother's pussy and licked her fingers hungrily.  John's cock jumped involuntarily, betraying his concealed desire to enter his daughter's tiny pussy once again.

"So, I can see you're glad to see me too, you wimpy suck-ass slime-ball!" she snickered as she walked up to the corner of the bed, lifted her leg, and impaled herself on the thick, wooden bed knob.  "Ah, that's what I like, nice and hard!" Tiffany fucked herself on the bed knob for a minute, and as she pulled off of it her parents could see it glistening with her juices.  "Today I think we shall need help in satisfying my pussy," she announced. "That's right, you two are fun, but you're just not enough for my hungry cunt, so I've enlisted the staff to come and join us this morning!"

John and Martha gasped in horror.  The entire staff?!? How could she humiliate them like this?  Surely they would die from shame, or at the very least, be reported to the authorities for condoning their daughter's abhorrent behavior!  Their worst nightmares were coming true, as one by one the entire staff of fifty men and women entered the room.  Martha and John reached for the blankets to cover their nakedness, but Tiffany denied them this act of decency.

"Don't you dare cover up that big, nasty dick!" she commanded.  "And you cunts and assholes, all of you strip NOW!  You're all going to fuck my cunt, and my ass, and my mouth until I've had enough cock for today, and you bitches are going to keep them hard and suck cum out of my cunt if any of these wimps can't hold their load!  If any one of you tries to leave or can't get it up, you're going to be dead where you stand. Do you hear me?" Tiffany's tiny voice was booming now, it was obvious that she was not in control of her own body.

The men, dressed sharply in black tuxedos - some with tails, most without - began to undress.  The women removed their black and white maid's dresses and corsets, freeing their breasts for all to admire.  Tiffany glared at them with her shining red, demonic eyes, and silently challenged them to try to back out of doing her bidding.  When the last of the unwilling participants was completely nude, Tiffany walked calmly in front of them, her tiny ass swaying with each step as she carefully inspected the growing manhood of each man, and sampled the slippery wetness of each frightened - but nonetheless aroused - woman.  Nodding her approval as each cock reached its fully erect state; she would pause if one was not quite fully erect, take the man's cock completely down her throat, and stand back up again to nod her approval as it sprang to attention.

"Now boys, I want those cocks hard and throbbing when it's your turn, I'll not wait for any of you to bring your miserable dicks to attention.  If you're not hard, you'd better move and shove it in one of these lovely cunts' mouth and get it hard before your turn.  If your turn comes and you're soft, it's not your turn, get it?" The men looked at her fearfully. "I can't hear you, assholes! I said do you get it?"

"Y-y-yes Ma'am" the men all said in unison.

"Alright, now you! Bring that dick over here and shove it up my ass!" The room went totally silent. John's face dropped and Martha gasped.  The man Tiffany had indicated was hung similarly to her father, with no less than ten inches of thick, hard meat sticking out from his crotch.  "What are you waiting for, shithead? You think I'm going to come over and lead you by the hand? I said fuck my ass!" Her eyes glowed brighter as she glared at the man, and he walked over obediently.

"Forgive me, sir" the man mouthed to his employer, to which John nodded knowingly and replied "it's OK, it's not our daughter - she's possessed by some horrible demon...."

"Silence, assholes!" Tiffany commanded.  "The only thing I want to hear is the music of sex - groans, screams, and fuck-talk.  Cut the shit and get fucking!"  Tiffany spread her tiny ass cheeks, exposing her brown pucker, which was positioned just above the pink lips of her dripping cunt.

The man aimed the large, swollen head at Tiffany's ass and slowly, carefully began to insert it.  With careful precision, the man eased his big cock into the youngster's ass as gently as possible, staring painfully into his boss' eyes as he did so, and receiving a compassionate and grateful look from John in return.

"You two make me fucking sick.  Goddamit, I said fuck my horny ass, you wimp!" Tiffany yelled, more than a little annoyed at the amount of time the man was taking to perform his duty.  Tiffany reached behind her and grabbed the man's hips, pulling him hard into her own tiny cheeks, driving his entire length deep into her pre-teen rectum!

"Ahhhuhhh!!! Oh that's more like it!" Tiffany exclaimed as the massive cock penetrated her.  Martha raced to her husband's side and stroked his face.  "Fuck, this guy's good!" their daughter exclaimed as a look of pure pleasure came over her face.  "Daddy, give me your cock.  I need some meat to suck on while this man is fucking my ass so expertly!"

"But Tiffany....." her father stammered, still seeing only his loving daughter in the little slut before him.

"But nothing! Give me your cock, you sonofabitch, while you still have it attached to your body!" Tiffany glared at her father in a silent, but serious threat that left no doubt in her father's mind that she meant every word.

John moved in front of his daughter and lifted his heavy, stiffening dong to her lips.  As he came near enough to reach, Tiffany suddenly reached her hand up and grabbed her father's hip, pulling him slightly off-balance as she swallowed his entire length down her throat.  The wet heat of the soft inner lining of his daughter's throat caused his cock to immediately spring to full attention, causing only a slight gag to John's possessed daughter's sucking.

Tiffany pulled her mouth off of her father's cock briefly and shouted, "That's it, wimp! You see this, boys? When I say fuck, I mean it!" Tiffany was absently fingering her clit as she fucked back onto the huge erection that now plowed obscenely into her asshole.  "YOU!" she pointed to another servant. "Get over here and fuck my mom, NOW!"

The servant clamored over behind Martha as she bent over the bed.  He aimed his cock at her wet pussy opening and slipped it inside, eliciting a satisfied groan from the woman as he entered her.  The young man's cock was thicker than John's, but not nearly as long, and it felt very good as it stretched Martha's nether walls to their limit.

Tiffany was totally in control of the crowd of people in the spacious master bedroom.  She moved them, directed them, and organized them in such a way that she and her parents were constantly sexually engaged.  One man tried heroically to grab her and wrestle her to the floor, but as soon as he touched her she waved her hand and he flew across the room, smashing his head on the fireplace mantle and falling limply into a heap on the marble floor, blood oozing out of his head in a growing puddle of red.  She had done this without even touching the man, as if she had some sort of magic power. 

"Let that be a lesson to you all!" Tiffany screamed.  "If any of you come near me with any intent other than fucking me, you'll wind up as he did - you got it?!?"  Everyone nodded grimly, cowering like a pack of frightened dogs.

Tiffany was holding her ass cheeks open for the man who was fucking her to go deeper.  John's cock was feeling very good now, and he was starting to enjoy the expert cocksucking that his daughter was giving him.  He couldn't understand what had possessed Tiffany to be acting like this nymphomaniac devil, but she wasn't causing him or his wife any permanent damage. 

Martha was also beginning to enjoy the thorough gangbang fucking she was getting at her daughter's command.  As frightened as she was, her pussy was dripping with her own juices and oozing the thick, white cream of the men who had unloaded their seed into her.  Her face and chest were covered with creamy cum, and her hair was sticky with it.  The women in the staff tried their best to clean her up, but were only allowed to use their tongues, and there was just too much cum to keep up with.

Tiffany was totally covered in gooey cum, and her tiny, hairless pussy and ass were oozing globs of thick cream.  She was relentless in her pursuit of their hot cum.  Her techniques far surpassed that which anyone in the room had ever experienced, and it was obvious that this demon entity had been a professional at some point in its life.

After several hours, at last all of the men were completely spent.  They all were sitting or lying on the furniture with their softened cocks oozing on their legs and stomachs, their muscles tired from fucking non-stop for so long.  The women's cunts were all sore and dripping cum and pussy juices and their jaws were tired from sucking cock and licking pussy for so many hours.

Tiffany vanished from the room, and when her father went to check on her, she was once again soundly sleeping in her bed. John shook his head as he headed back to his bedroom.

Chapter Three

John and Mary were baffled and terrified at what was happening with their daughter.  They had a long, emotional chat with their staff about what had happened, and what they should do with Frederick, the man their demon-daughter had killed.  The logical move was to go to the police, but they weren't sure what that would mean if they tried to take her to the station for questioning.  Whatever they did, though, they were sure that they couldn't let things go on the way they were.

John and Mary agreed to call the Chief of Police, who was also their close friend, George Ranger, and explain the situation.  John would make the call, and Mary would assist the staff in getting cleaned up, dressed, and give them the rest of the day off to recover from their emotional trauma.  Each person was sworn to secrecy until the Steinhopes could get this whole thing sorted out, so if they needed to talk to anyone about it, they were to talk only to John or Martha.

"I'm telling you, George, I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't experienced it first-hand!" John explained to his friend, who was Chief of the 43rd precinct.  "It's like she's possessed or something.  She's killed one of my staff members, and she didn't lay a hand on him!  She just waved her hand and he went flying.  Next thing I know, he's in a bloody heap against the wall and she's back at it like nothing happened.  This is scary, George, and I don't know what to do!"

"Now, take it easy, John.  You know there is no such thing as ghosts, or demons, or the supernatural.  I'm sure there is a logical explanation for all of this," the chief replied calmly.  "I've got a couple of things to wrap up, and then I'll come down to talk to her."  George hung up the phone. 

"Possessed, hmm?" he muttered to himself.  "This'll be a perfect opportunity to get my dick wet in that prissy little cunt daughter of theirs.  I've wanted to rape that little cunt ever since she made fun of my little Holly at the school play!" 

George thought back to that encounter.  Tiffany Steinhope had point out to the entire congregation that Holly had gotten the lead part by fucking the drama teacher.  The story turned out to be the truth, but true or not, it was very bad form.  Holly had been suspended from school for a month, and the drama teacher summarily fired and run out of town.  His daughter had been devastated, and George had to spend many days consoling her, which eventually led to a torrid sexual relationship with his beautiful 9-year-old daughter. 

George adjusted his thick cock within the thin pants of his uniform, thinking of the vice-like tightness of his daughter's hairless cunt.  He hoped Tiffany's little pussy was equally snug, and closed down his office.  "Yeah, I'm gonna plow that little cunt, but good!!" he said to himself as he headed out to his police cruiser.

Tiffany was still sleeping peacefully in her bed when Chief Ranger arrived at the Steinhope home, her angelic face beautifully framed by her soft, red hair.  George walked carefully to the side of her bed and touched her cheek.  She stirred briefly, and awoke to find a strange man at her side.

"Huh? Who are you?" Tiffany asked, puzzled.

"My name is Chief George Ranger, young lady, I'm a friend of your father's" was George's reply.  "I've got a few questions I want to ask you."  George watched as the young girl sat up and rubbed her eyes.  So far, he had not seen any behavior that would indicate possession, or even a bad mood from this girl.  "Could you come with me, Tiffany?"

"Sure, Chief Ranger, whatever you say." Tiffany replied.  She looked at him and puzzled over why this strange man would be questioning her.  She rose out of her bed and calmly headed for her bedroom door.  As she neared the door, she felt a tingling between her legs.  She suddenly felt something come over her, like an emotion, or a strong feeling of some kind.  Her clitoris rose to full hardness, and her pussy suddenly began leaking its slippery fluid down her inner thighs.  John, who had been watching her, saw the funny look on her face as these changes were coming over her, and as she neared the doorway and spoke to her.

"Uh, Tiffany, could you just wait a moment.  I need to speak with Chief Ranger for a minute, so could you just have a seat on your bed?" John asked as he covered the doorway, blocking Tiffany from exiting her room.

"OK Daddy," Tiffany replied sweetly.  As she walked toward her bed, the intense tingling in her pussy stopped, and she felt the drowsiness of being awakened from a deep sleep.

John motioned to George to follow him, and the pair walked down the hall and into the master bedroom, where the inspectors were wrapping up their investigation.  "George, I just noticed the change in Tiffany's behavior seems to happen when she leaves her room.  I could see it in her face and body language as she was heading out of her room just now.  I don't think it would be safe for you to allow her to come out of there.

"That's rather unusual, don't you think?" George replied.  "It's almost like it's the house, outside of her bedroom, that's affecting her. I wonder if I might have a word with her in her room then."

"Be my guest, friend." John encouraged.  "I'll leave the two of you alone to chat.  If you need anything, just give me a shout.  I'll be down the hall."

George walked cautiously into Tiffany's room, not knowing what to expect, or if Tiffany was indeed herself or the demonic monster that had attacked her parents and staff.  An unconscious stiffening was taking place in his pants, though, as he secretly thought about this beautiful young girl's tiny, bald cunt stuffed with his own enormous penis.  He wondered what caused this girl to be possessed in this way, and if there was any way to control it. 

Silently drawing back the covers, he could see that Tiffany's dressing gown was drawn up around her waist, and the thick, hairless lips of her pre-teen pussy were puffing out between her closed thighs.  He imagined he could even see a bit of moisture there, probably from her earlier exploits of the day.  His cock stirred and his conscience took over.  He covered her up again, not wanting to be discovered, whether by Tiffany if she woke up as "the monster" that John had been talking about, or by her parents, who would prefer that she remain sleeping.

"Tiffany", George whispered softly.  "Tiffany, wake up! I need to ask you a few questions."  George gently shook her and watched as she stirred awake.  She sat up in her bed, rubbed her eyes and looked at him, puzzled.

"Wha...? Who....oh, hi Mr. Ranger..." Tiffany replied, stifling a yawn.

"Your father's asked me to talk to you.  Do you remember anything about last night or this morning?" George queried.  He could see by the blank look on her face that she was not aware of her escapades in the wee hours of the morning, nor of the activities that she orchestrated with the staff later that day.

"I don't know what you mean. I've been so sleepy lately," she said.  She yawned again. "I think I just need to take a bit of a nap."

"I wanted to ask you if you have had any strange dreams, or visions recently, anything unusual at all?" George persisted.  He wanted to find out if she had any recollection of being aware that her body was being used by some demonic spirit.

"No, I don't remember dreaming anything, really.  There was a strange feeling, sort of...." she trailed off.

"Sort of what, Tiffany?  I must stress that it's very important for me to know if you remember anything at all.  It's a matter of life and death." George's urgency caused Tiffany's eyes to widen.

"It was nothing, really," she replied.  "What's this about, anyway?  I've been sleeping, I felt like I was drifting, floating really.  Yes, that's it....I felt as if I was floating in a strange place.  It was quite a comfortable feeling, and I felt very safe and warm, but it wasn't here.  It was kind of like being a bird in the clouds."

George was taken aback.  He had heard of a person's consciousness leaving their body and going to another dimension, but had never encountered anything like it in his twenty-odd years of police work.  Tiffany's case appeared to be genuine.  Now the challenge was going to be exorcising the demonic spirit from her body and returning her to her normal self - for good. 

"Thank you, Tiffany," George said quietly.  "You can go back to sleep now."  He turned to walk out of her room in disbelief.  As he neared the door, he heard Tiffany's deep, restful breathing.  She had already gone back to sleep.

"Maybe there really is something to this possession bullshit," George thought to himself.  "Poor girl, that demon's really sapping her energy.  We need to do something about this, and quickly."

George made his way back down the hall to the Steinhope's bedroom.  John was chatting with Officer James Johnson, a tall, powerful-looking black man, who was one of the officers who was investigating the scene.

"...and then she just waved her hand, sort of like this," John explained, motioning his hand as he had seen Tiffany do that morning.  "...and the poor guy went flying across the room, smashing his head against the wall over there.  Terrible thing, just terrible!"

George walked over to the wall where the body had fallen.  "Does this belong to the deceased?" he asked, as he picked up a necklace, which seemed to have some sort of amulet on it.

"I don't think so, George.  I didn't see it before, I mean, while he was still alive." John replied.  "Is there anything inscribed on it?"

George looked the piece over thoroughly.  "There seems to be some sort of symbols on it.  Here, look for yourself."  He brought the necklace over to show John and the other officer.

John took the necklace and held it up in the light.  "Hmm, yes.  I remember this now.  Tiffany was given this necklace by an old woman in Rivendale.  She said it had magical powers, and that it could only be worn by a young girl. Tiffany fell in love with it from the very start.  She wears it under her clothes, close to her heart at all times."

"How long ago did you give her this necklace, John?" George asked, recognizing that he had found a major clue in his investigation.

"He gave it to me yesterday, shit for brains!" Tiffany's voice came from behind them, "and I want it back, NOW!"  George, John, and James whirled to see the girl behind them.  She was standing in the doorway, stark naked, her eyes glowing red, and two of her fingers busily sliding deeply in and out of her wet pussy.  She drew her finger up to her nose, sniffed it, and then sucked it into her mouth sensuously. 

"Mmmmm, nothing like warm pussy juice to get me going, I always say!  Especially when it's mixed with man-cum.  I think I'll have some more cream now, if you three don't mind."

Each of the men's cocks instantly stiffened, rampant against their trousers, aching to be free of their cloth prison.  "We-well-we ah, we...." John stammered in fear, remembering the last time she appeared at his bedroom door.

"We'll be happy to serve you, my dear!" George cut in, stepping out of his pants and removing his shirt.  His thick, foot-long cock was standing at full attention.  "I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you sleeping there in your bed!"

"George!  What are you doing?" John gasped.

"Quiet, idiot!" George said in a hushed voice. "I'm playing along.  It's the only course of action that is safe at the moment.  Besides, we might learn something, if we play our cards right."  George stroked his hand up and down his big boner.  "Here, Tiffany, would you like some of this in your sweet pussy?"

Tiffany smiled wickedly.  "Now that's what I like!  Someone who knows what I want, and knows that I'm going to get it anyway, no matter what anyone does."  She walked quickly over to George and bent to take his enormous cock into her mouth.  The child sucked his entire length down her throat, causing George to utter a guttural groan of ecstasy.   He couldn't believe that such a young girl could suck cock better than any woman (or man, for that matter) he'd ever been with.

"John, James, I think you'd better get naked and take advantage of this moment.  It's not every day you'll get to screw an 8-year old cunt and get away with it.  Trust me, Tiffany's soul is not in this body right now, and the slut that is here is going to get your cum from you, whether you want her to or not! Ohhh...mmmm... yeah, just like that, girl!  Take that cock and do whatever you want with it!" George was in heaven.  Not only was this girl sucking his dick with all the enthusiasm of a starving nymphomaniac, but she was licking his balls and had shoved two fingers up his ass to massage his prostate.

Tiffany removed George's cock from her throat, just long enough to tell her father to ram his cock up her ass and to tell James Johnson to shove his dick up her cunt.  With her orders, George's eyes widened in excited anticipation.  Surely she didn't mean for them to double-penetrate her tiny body with their enormous cocks!  How would they ever fit inside those tiny holes?

"You heard me, asshole!" Tiffany commanded.  "Shove that big slab of chocolate up my cunt, unless you want to join that wimp on the floor over there!"

The girl was right; James Johnson had an enormous cock, thirteen inches and not fully hard yet.   He, very cautiously moved over to lie on the bed.  He stroked his cock nervously, trying to revive his erection, which had subsided in his fear.

Tiffany didn't miss a stroke as her father shoved his entire length up her ass.  She moaned deeply around George's huge cock.  Reaching behind her, she grabbed her father's hips and pulled them to her forcefully, driving her father's penis in and out of her tight, brown hole with pile driver-like force.  She swallowed George's meaty dick once again, and continued ramming her father's cock in and out of her asshole.  Aroused by the obscene display before him, James now had a very hard, long, thick cock, which he squeezed, with great difficulty, into Tiffany's 8-year old bald cunt, tightly squeezing John's huge cock on the other side of the thin membrane between her cunt and asshole.

"Well, I see that you've decided to join us after all," Tiffany commented as she moaned around George's cock.  "Can you fuck me with that thing like Daddy's fucking my ass?"

James grinned up at the little girl and fucked up into her tight pussy for all he was worth.  His cock was rampantly throbbing inside her as he fucked his hips up and down under her, matching John's own powerful strokes in and out of his daughter's tightly gripping asshole.

James felt the burning sensation of his hot, creamy load rushing up his shaft.  "Here it comes, Tiffany!  It's gonna be a big load, 'cause I haven't cum in a week!" James cried as he madly slammed his cock in and out of Tiffany's well-oiled cunt.

"Give it to me, James!  Shoot your jism deep in my cunt!  I want to feel your cum while my Daddy and his friend are fucking me!" Tiffany was blindly fucking the two men and shoving George's thick cock down her throat as fast as she could.

James could hold it no longer.  With a loud groan, he began shooting thick globs of white, creamy semen, splattering the walls of her tight, slippery cunt.  Her tiny pussy soon filled with his spend, and it was soon dripping down his shaft, forming a thick white puddle of the salty-sweet, creamy liquid in his pubic hair.

George could hold on no longer, and was soon shooting thick globs of his own hot, creamy goo into Tiffany's sucking mouth.  The creamy liquid filled the little girl's mouth, dripped down her chin and onto James' chest.

Tiffany swallowed as much of the thick, warm cream as she could.  She scooped it from her face and chin and licked it off of her fingers.  She sucked the residue from George's cock and squeezed the last drops out of James' cock with her cunt muscles until his cock began to shrink back to its original, shriveled state. 

"OK, get out of here, assholes! I'm through with both of you now." Tiffany focused once again on intently fucking her father, who was still fucking her asshole deeply.

James quickly dressed and left the room, shaking his head in disbelief at what had just happened.  This would be one experience he wouldn't soon forget!  George called after him, "wait up, James!" he scrambled out of the room, pulling on his pants and shirt, and raced to de-brief James on what was happening, so as to keep the incident under wraps until it was resolved.

George caught up to James and put his arm around James' shoulder.  "For now, we need to keep this quiet, do you hear?"

"Yes sir," James replied.  "Don't worry about me saying anything!"  He exited the house, still shaking his head and mumbling to himself.

John could feel the burning cum in his own loins, making its way up his thick shaft.  "I'm going to cum soon, Tiffany," he said.  "Do you want me to cum in your ass or in your mouth?"

"You, my dear, sweet Daddy, may cum in my asshole, since you've been so cooperative." Tiffany smiled at John.  Her eyes were still red, but not glowing now.  She gripped John's cock in her tiny asshole and squeezed him with her soft, wet walls.  John could hold out no longer, and felt his seed exploding deep into Tiffany's bowels.  His load was much too voluminous for her ass, and thick gobs of creamy cum squirted out around his shaft and dripped down her hairless crack.  Tiffany moaned in ecstasy as she felt the hot jets of his semen hitting the depths of her ass.

As her father rolled off of her, Tiffany scooped up the blobs of semen that had leaked out of her, and caught the river of cum that came rushing from her cunt and asshole, bringing each handful to her mouth and sucking it from her fingers.  "Mmmmm, this stuff just gets better all the time, Daddy!  Thank you for a wonderful time!"

As Tiffany stood up, John handed her the necklace.  "Here, Tiffany, my dear, you don't want to forget your necklace.  Why don't you put it on, so it doesn't get lost again?"

"Oh, thank you, Daddy!" Tiffany cooed and kissed her father's cheek as she took the necklace and put it around her neck.  Suddenly she appeared faint, or at least dizzy.  "Where....where am I?" she asked.  "What am I doing in your room, Daddy?  And why are you naked?  Why am I naked? What's going on?"

John spoke up immediately, seizing the opportunity.  "You've been possessed, Tiffany.  You seem to be under a spell of some kind.  It seems that this necklace offers you some form of protection from it, and whenever you take it off, you become someone else - someone very....ah....powerful."

"I see.  Then why is my face all sticky, and between my legs, and.....mmmmm.....I love this taste in my mouth! What have I been eating?" Tiffany was asking questions now that were increasingly difficult to answer, by all appropriate rules of conduct.

"Well, Tiffany, why don't we go to your room and talk on your bed.  It seems safer in there, for the time being."  John put his arm gently around Tiffany and guided her down the hall to her room, his thick cock swinging limply between his legs.

Chapter Four

John helped Tiffany onto her bed; both of them still nude, and Tiffany's face still cum-covered, with globs of cum in her hair and on her chest.  James and George had really unloaded on and in her, and her beautiful features looked very sexy, covered with the gooey semen.

"You see, Tiffany, when you take off the necklace, your mind goes off to another world, another dimension.  That's the floating feeling you were telling me about.  Your mind is unaware of what's going on with your body while you're there." 

Tiffany understood what her father was telling her so far, as he could tell from the look in her eyes.  Now for the hard part:  "Meanwhile, while your mind is off in limbo, your body is being inhabited by someone else, a demon, who is very obsessed with sexual gratification.  This may sound a little weird, but I believe it's the demon of your own desires that is magnified intensely through this amulet."  Tiffany was beginning to look a little frightened.

"Don't be afraid, Tiffany.  I'm not going to let this demon hurt you, but you have to promise me that you won't take off that necklace until we find a way to dispel the magic that it contains."  John put his hand on her knee and looked intently into her eyes.  "You have to promise me, because I'm positive that the woman who gave you this amulet has put some sort of spell on it so that this would happen.  She wants you to wear this amulet for some reason, and I have to find out why before whatever it is that she's waiting for actually happens."

"OK, Daddy, I promise.  But what is this stuff that's all over me, and why is it down between my legs?" Tiffany was really pushing John's edge with her questioning.  He wanted desperately to tell her what she'd been doing, but wasn't sure he should.

"Tiffany, if you really want to know, I'll tell you.  It is all about sex, and what others would term perverted behavior.  You're very young, and shouldn't be involved in the sort of acts you've been participating in lately, according to the law.  All of the people who have been in contact with you today, George, me, James, the staff, and your mother, could go to jail for what we've been doing, if not for these strange and uncontrollable circumstances." John explained.

"That's hogwash, Daddy." Tiffany protested.  "Like you always told me, 'laws are based on generalizations, and that most of them are based on judgements of people who are afraid of their own desires.'  I'm not stupid, and though I'm only eight, I do know about the birds and the bees."

"Well, this is a little different than the birds and the bees, Tiffany." John explained.  "Laws are usually made with good intentions, and they are in place to protect people, especially children, from harm.  I agree with you that not everyone falls into the mold, but rules are rules.  It's only because of my own selfish interests that I'm even considering telling you this."

"You can tell me anything, Daddy." Tiffany took his hand and held it.  "I'm not going to tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about."  Tiffany smiled her sweetest smile, and her eyes sparkled.  Then, without any provocation, she gripped his thick cock in her tiny hand.  "Besides, I'm curious to know what you do with this!"

John's cock jumped in the child's hand.  He had been caught completely off guard by her mature attitude, and by her sweet disposition.  It was all he could do to control his stiffening cock so it didn't scare the poor girl.  "OK, ok, Tiffany, I can see you're not going to let me go without the full explanation.  If I say anything you don't understand, please don't hesitate to stop me and ask about it, OK?"

"Sure thing, Daddy," Tiffany answered, not releasing her grip on his throbbing cock.  "Say, this thing's getting bigger!  Does it hurt?" she asked, innocently.

John groaned under his breath.  He placed his hand over hers and calmly moved it to her own knee.  "We'll get to that, sweetheart.  Let's first talk about what's been happening to you."  John proceeded to tell her the entire story, from the midnight escapade on.  Tiffany listened with great interest, and John noticed that sometimes she had even moved her fingers to rub her clit during his story, until she shuddered in orgasm and then, red-faced, returned to listening.

"You mean I let all those men fuck me and cum all over my face?  And that delicious taste in my mouth is from CUM?" Tiffany asked, somewhat excitedly.

"That's what I'm telling you," John replied.  "You see, sex can also be entertaining, not just for reproduction.  It makes the body feel good, and allows you to connect with your higher self, to be in direct contact with your soul.  The semen is made up mostly of glucose, which is a type of sugar.  It can be sweet, salty, or even bitter, depending upon what the man's been eating and drinking lately.  Because you haven't had your first period yet, there's very little danger of you becoming pregnant, but you need to pay close attention to make sure that you start using birth control when your period starts."

"Wow, this is exciting!" Tiffany squealed.  "So can I ask you a question, then, Daddy?"

"Sure, anything." John responded.

"If I promise not to tell anyone, would you fuck me and cum on my face right now?" John reeled in his mind from what Tiffany was asking.  This presumably innocent child wanted him to stuff his huge cock inside her tight, eight-year-old pussy and shoot his creamy load all over her face!  How could he refuse such an offer?

"Honey, if you promise to keep it here, within the walls of this house, you can have all the fucking you want - on one condition" John replied, suddenly becoming very serious.  "You must not, under any circumstances, take off that amulet until I tell you to.  Will you promise that to me?" John was pleading with his daughter.  He badly wanted to return his throbbing hardness to her snug little hole, but he couldn't take a chance on her turning into that monster again.

"Sure, Daddy! I don't want to hurt anyone, and if you think it will keep us all safe, I'll never take it off.  I just want to learn all about this sex stuff!" Tiffany squealed happily as she wrapped her tiny fingers around her father's throbbing erection.  "Now where do I start?"

John guided her hand up and down on his thick shaft.  "Just like this, honey.  Don't grip it too tightly, just firmly.  Yeah, baby, just like that! Mmmmmm!" John's cock was really throbbing now.  He had to get his dick into that tight little pussy - and quick!

"Daddy, this is fun, but I want to try putting it in my cunny now.  Can we try that?" Tiffany asked sweetly, as if intuitively reading his mind.

John's heart melted.  His daughter was so adorable.  Her attitude was even sweeter and kinder.  She used to be such a snooty little bitch before, he admitted to himself.  Perhaps that little old lady had actually done them a favor.  John resolved to look up that old woman again to find out more about the amulet, after he filled his pretty daughter's tiny pussy with his hot load.

"Just what I was thinking, honey," John answered, fisting his thick tool, which was now drooling pre-cum and making the head all slippery.  "Lay back and spread your legs as wide as you can.  Daddy's going to stuff your pussy to the brim!"

Tiffany giggled and laid back on her bed, her legs spread wide open and her pussy lips gaping open, leaking white cum and her own juices.  John gently rubbed the thick head of his cock along Tiffany's juicy slit.  The viscous opening parted easily to welcome her father's cock inside.  As he squeezed his cock into his daughter's incredibly tight opening, and the warm wetness of her cunt gripped his meaty shaft, John could barely resist shooting his load right then and there....