Perverts 'R' Us

Room 6-6-6

By Spin ( M/g, Pedo, Horror, 1st, Force )

"OK honey, I'm only gonna' be gone until eleven so be good and stay in the room until I get back." Stella's mother spoke softly as she lovingly kissed her daughter "good night."

"Please mommy, I don't wanna' be by myself…please…?" The ten-year-old child begged as she watched her mother walk out of their hotel room door, leaving her alone without another word.

That morning, Tuesday, June 6th in the year of our Lord 2006, also called by some people the day of the beast, Stella and her mother arrived in the city for a much awaited summer vacation. It was a "mother-daughter thing" and promised to be a memorable fun-filled week. Stella had never been to the city. Her imagination filled her head, thinking about all the 'fun' things she and her mother would do, which of course included shopping for designer clothes and eating at the finest restaurants followed by a trip to the popular "All American Theme Park."

The hotel desk clerk joked about their assigned room number being 6-6-6 as he handed over the room key, then promptly offered to get them another room if they were the superstitious type. Stella's mother didn't care much for "that sort of silly nonsense" she insisted as they followed the bellboy to the elevator.

Stella marveled at the size and assortment of amenities in their luxurious suite. They each had separate bedrooms and the suite had a huge, fully equipped living room, complete with a wide screen TV and enough video games to make any preteen age girl happy…for at least a while. She looked around, taking in the decadence of the place and the exciting view of the city from the large panoramic windows.

"OH what's this mommy?" she asked as her eyes fixed on a delicately sculpted, glass faced cabinet.

"OH that's just a liquor cabinet sweetie…so don't try to open it because I have the only key," her mother joked with a chuckle.

The sudden decision by her mother to enjoy a night out by herself in the local nightclubs was a disappointment but Stella, being the resourceful little girl that she was, took advantage of this new-found unexpected freedom.

After watching a movie from the pay-per-view selection on TV, the glass door on the locked liquor cabinet suddenly opened on it's own. Stella watched curiously as it closed and opened again with an eerie, squeaking sound. Then a miniature bottle of peach schnapps rolled lazily off the shelf, landing with a "clink" on the tiled floor, which formed an apron around the cabinet.

Cautiously she crawled on the carpeted part of the floor until she reached the lone bottle. Glancing with curiosity at the label, the word "peach" caught her attention.

"Yucky," she mumbled to herself as she took a swig of the sweet tasting alcoholic aperitif. Suddenly an impish grin crept slowly over her pretty face as the bite of the alcohol soon disappeared, then the soothing warmth of the liquor warmed her body with a delightful sensation. The strange tasting liquid teased her mind, speaking to her as if it could talk.

"Have some more, Stella. Go ahead have another taste," a voice in her brain seemed to beckon until she put the bottle to her lips and finally emptied the contents.

The alcohol caused the child to cough and sputter but obsession soon replaced her initial curiosity with a thirst for more. Although offensive to her immature taste buds, the tummy warming fluid soon saturated her small, preteen body, causing her to feel a little silly. ANOTHER THEN ANOTHER, she finished them off until ten empty bottles lay in a pile on the floor.

Giggles followed by a silly sounding, incoherent musical repartee, continued from Stella's mouth as she danced playfully by herself, singing out loud while talking to the plants and pretending to be dancing with her imaginary "prince charming." She felt free and 'grownup' as the alcohol worked its magic on her young, inexperienced brain.

Then an idea inspired her to open her suitcase and retrieve her dress, the very dress that her mother suggested she bring along for their planned outing at one of the up-scale restaurants. Still humming cheerfully, she held the decadent garment to her body as she smiled with satisfaction. Standing in front of the mirror on the wall, her imagination took her to a fancy nightclub where she would meet her dream, her prince charming, a handsome lover.

Yes! He would be waiting for her to enter the nightclub. She would smile a dazzling smile as she walked graciously towards him. Her pretty red dress would accentuate her beauty. NO longer was she just a little girl of ten…

"Go ahead Stella, put the pretty dress on," that same voice again she noticed as she stopped for a second to collect her thoughts. "Stella! Your prince is waiting." The voice continued to nag at her, tugging at her brain until she seemed to slip into a hypnotic-like trance. It was like another person in her body telling her what to do.

Then the buttons on her blouse seemed to open without her help. Ordinarily little Stella would have freaked at such a thing but somehow all was well. She felt at ease, confident and assured. Her brain was being controlled but the promise of meeting her…

"OMIGOD!" she mumbled as her pants unbuttoned and suddenly slid down her hips. Even in her drunken state, this was too much to…"Mmm," she moaned as her vagina began to warm and tingle with the most sexually arousing sensation she had ever felt. Her crotch throbbed with arousal.

Then she realized with surprise that her hand was stuffed inside of the front of her panties. She couldn't make herself stop it seemed, as she felt her fingers push into her tiny hole and stimulate her moist vagina. The masturbation continued until moans filled the room and then…the most amazing thing began to happen.

Shudders of euphoria flooded Stella's young body as a powerful, quaking orgasm captured every nerve, every muscle and every brain cell in the child. After finally climaxing, her tiny frame fell like a limp rag to the floor. With her brain still in a fog from the intense sensation, she slowly picked herself up and removed her stained panties.

Glancing curiously at her smooth naked body in the mirror, Stella realized she lacked the features that her mother possessed, such as full breasts and shapely hips. The frown on her face reflected her disappointment as she examined herself from head to toe. Turning to her side, a wide smile developed as she decided that her best feature was her shapely butt, but wondered if she would fill out like her mother some day. Her smile grew as she suddenly felt inspired to put her dress on and model before the mirror.

"You look very pretty Stella," the voice from nowhere resumed suddenly, as she stood in front of the mirror.

"Thank you," she replied without realizing that she was talking to an unseen entity. The dress made her look older she mused as she pretended to be a model, posing in various postures until…

"I'll bet your mother is downstairs in the nightclub and waiting for you to join her,"

"Stop it! Who are you anyway?" she complained in a raised tone as she tried to ignore the strange voice.

"Your prince is waiting downstairs too," the voice continued.

The strange voice was omnipresent and filling Stella's brain with suggestions- suggestions which she knew could get her into trouble with her mother. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only eight PM and her mother wouldn't be back until eleven. The thought of visiting the hotel's nightclub by herself would have been unthinkable but THAT VOICE.

A little lipstick, some eye makeup and OH YES! A pair of matching high-heel shoes completed the perfect ensemble. "YES! I'm irresistible," she mumbled, using the same phrase she heard her mother say one day before going out on a date.

"Hi sweetie. My! You look very pretty," a ruddy-faced, suspicious looking old man commented as Stella rode the elevator down to the mezzanine floor. The look in his eyes told her she better get off at the next floor. She would walk the rest of the way.

The hotel's nightclub was easy to find. Loud, ear-splitting music filled the whole floor, leading Stella towards her fate.

"I'm sorry honey, but you're too young to come in here alone," the doorman announced as the "fifth grader" was about to walk into the entrance.

"OH ITS OK…SHE'S WITH ME," an unseen voice from inside the lounge suddenly spoke up.

The darkened room made it difficult to see as Stella felt a warm hand on her back guiding her through the crowded nightclub. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes quickly filled her nostrils as she was eventually ushered to a small booth in a corner of the lounge. Soon a man sat next to her while introducing himself as " Jack".

"Hi. I'm Stella and I'm ten but almost eleven," she replied nervously as she wondered why a perfect stranger would help her. The man's face was young and handsome she noticed as she looked at him for a brief moment.

"Would you like something to drink, honey?" Jack asked as he smiled a toothy grin.

"Uh huh I guess so," she replied as a waiter was summoned to the table in an instant.

"We'd like a bottle of your best champagne please," Jack ordered as he bribed the waiter with a hundred-dollar bill to ignore the obvious 'under-aged child' in his booth.

The bubbly beverage tasted much better then the sweet peach schnapps Stella mused as she sipped her champagne sparingly at first but soon, gulped the drink down like a soft drink. One brain was telling her that she shouldn't be doing such things but her inebriated head was in charge of her behavior. She giggled at everything while Jack kept her glass full, encouraging her to drink up and have a good time.

After a few minutes his arm was wrapped loosely around her neck while he moved closer. Suddenly he kissed her gently on the cheek, followed by an attempt on her lips. After an initial protest Stella hesitantly kissed him back, feeling all 'grown up' as she allowed a stranger the honor of her first kiss. She enjoyed being treated as if she was an equal and NOT just a child. After all…she WAS ALMOST ELEVEN YEARS OLD.

"HEY! YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO…mmm…you're not allowed to…touch me there." Stella's brief but wasted protest quickly tapered off to an almost silent whisper, as Jack massaged gingerly between her thighs. The heat from his hand sent waves of arousal through her body. Then they embraced for a kiss until she felt her legs gently pried open, followed by a warm finger tracing her tender slit through the thin material of her underwear. Her panties were soon wet, saturated with her juices.

"OMIG-G…" Stella moaned under her breath as she felt the thick finger push into her sopping wet little pussy. Jack's tongue seemed to thrust into the depths of her throat as they continued kissing. YES! His tongue. His tongue feels hot and…slimy, Stella thought to herself as she tried in desperation to breath. "Oooh" she moaned again as Jack's entire finger penetrated her tiny fuck hole, stretching her young vagina to a new size while stimulating her sex into another orgasm.

The familiar moans of a raging sexual climax escaped from the corner booth in the lounge as Stella climaxed with a trembling that shook the table and booth where they sat. Curious eyes turned to stare, as the child's loud moans and grunts overpowered the high decibel music.

The other guests sitting close by soon quieted their interest in Stella's disruptive behavior when Jack suddenly turned to face them. The beast's crimson red, piercing eyes froze them all in their thoughts and movements. His face morphed in a flash of anger, revealing who and what he was. Stella was too busy experiencing the ecstasy of a full-blown orgasm to notice the shocking truth about her new friend.

After finally settling down, the child sat in a daze while Jack whispered in her ear. "Did you like that, my love?" he asked as his fingertips stroked the inside of her delicately smooth, sensitive thighs. Without speaking in reply, she shook her head "yes." "Do you know now, who I really am?" he asked as his tongue extended like a snake from his mouth all the way down between her legs, lapping voraciously at the damp crotch of her panties. She shook her head "yes" again in silence.

Her preteen pussy quivered with expectations of another orgasm when Jack's enormously long tongue found its way under the elastic leg band of her panties and began to lick her slit. She squirmed in her seat as the strange appendage continued lapping at her sex, until finally penetrating deep inside the very quick of her young body, her precious innocence, that sacred place that her mother always admonished her to never let anyone touch.

"OHGOD!" Stella repeated as another orgasm began to envelope her brain and body. "GOD? My darling, GOD has nothing to do with this. I'm much better than GOD." Jack whispered in an elevated tone in anger. Stella heard his words but had NO clue what he was saying. She continued to moan and thrash her young, fragile little body until finally, as if controlled by another, she began to speak in a strange tongue, saying things that were well beyond her young age.

Jack smiled with delight as he admired his handiwork, relishing his power and cleverness over a mere human, a mortal, but nevertheless a very desirable one at that. He loved little girls and the temptation they offered ALL men on this primitive planet. Temptation was his best work and a constant source of frustration for his nemeses, GOD and all those pesky angels that often got in the way of the relentless task of causing mayhem on earth.

"OH! I'm gonna' throw…" The words never made it out of Stella's mouth but everything the child had consumed that day did, including all the alcohol mixed with a hardy lunch and dinner. The contents of her sickened stomach were everywhere.

Tears flowed down her cheeks as she began to sober up slightly. Her friend Jack was nowhere to be seen and smelly, disgusting vomit was everywhere. Feeling embarrassed, she composed her brain for a moment then hurriedly ran out of the nightclub, sobbing and feeling like she had been in a train wreck or something worse. She cried for her mommy as she reached the elevator. The ruddy-faced old man was the only person in the elevator car but she swiftly entered anyway, as soon as the doors opened.

"Rough night, honey?" he asked with a chuckle while Stella tried to ignore his presence. Her pretty red dress reeked with the foul aroma of the half-digested contents of her stomach. Her mother would be really mad she thought, as she impatiently waited for the elevator to reach the safety of her floor.

"OH NOT AGAIN!" she cried as the consequences of her naughty adventures announced that it was time to throw up again. The ruddy-faced old man instinctively hugged the corner of the elevator as Stella once again emptied her unhappy stomach all over the floor and shiny stainless steel walls. A generous amount of the free flowing gusher managed to coat the helpless old man's clothes, saturating his hair and making a total mess of the elevator.

Sobs and hysterical cries followed Stella out of the elevator as she ran as fast as she could from the scene of her worst day on earth. The old man just smiled to himself as he followed her in a crippled sort of gait.

"OH NO, I DON'T HAVE A DARN KEY!" She whined out loud as she tried to open the door to her hotel suite. "Can I help, sweetie?" The old man suddenly appeared like a ghost, startling the frustrated child but soon it was overlooked when she heard the word "help" come out of the stranger's mouth.

As if the night's adventures weren't strange enough, the old ruddy-faced man covered in vomit suddenly glowed with a warmth and halo of a pleasantly colored pink light. Stella's brain froze, partly in fear and partly with amazement as he changed before her own eyes into a dashingly handsome younger man. He smiled as he pushed firmly on the door to her room until suddenly, it opened on demand.

"Hey! My dress is clean again. How'd you do that?" Stella asked as she walked into the hotel suite.

"OH it's a little trick I learned a long time ago," the man replied with a smirk as he followed her.

"W-e-l-l…who are you and how'd you change into…you know, another person?" The questions continued until the phone suddenly rang.

"Hi darling. I'll be a little later than I thought. Are you OK?" Stella's mother asked.

"HI MOMMY! This nice ma…" A nod of "NO" from the man's head reminded her NOT to let on about a strange man in the room. No. That might not be a good idea, she thought. "OK MOMMY, I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU."

"Bye honey and stay in the room. You never know what might happen in a hotel these days," her mother warned as she said goodbye.

"Who ARE you?" Stella asked incredulously as she noticed that the room was strangely back to normal, including the liquor cabinet. The empty little liquor bottles were full again and back where they belonged.

"My name's Philip," he replied as he smacked his lips with anticipation.

"Hey! I know, let's play a video game, but you'll have to leave before my mom gets back," she commented as she turned the TV on the game mode.

"NO GAMES," Phillip retorted. The tone of his voice sent shivers through Stella's body.

"W-E-L-L how 'bout we watch some TV then?" she countered.

"NO TV," he replied. The harshness in Phillip's voice was a disturbing change from when Stella first met him, but she was undaunted and determined to entertain her houseguest.

"W-e-l-l, we could listen to some music." she suggested cheerfully.

Suddenly the stereo came to life, as Phillip smiled and walked over to the child. His arms extended as if to engage her in a dance. Stella grinned with delight as they began dancing, ballroom style. The Viennese Waltz filled the room with grandiose, familiar melodies although she had NO clue what it was called. Her heartbeat quickened as her new friend embraced her waist, his breath smelling of chocolate and his dazzling smile captivating her imagination.

"Are you my prince charming?" she joked as she suddenly realized that she was dancing like a pro, but never having danced before.

"I've been called a prince my love, but most people don't call me charming," he replied as he pulled Stella's small body closer until their lips met.

The pleasant warmth and tingling sensation filling Stella's young, preteen body was a familiar sensation. Philip held her in his strong arms, up and off the floor as they kissed passionately. Suddenly her "cunnie" began throbbing with desire. She felt as if she was about to have another…"OMI GOD!" That intense feeling which happened in the nightclub with that strange guy named Jack was happening again.

Soon she realized that she was being carried into her bedroom. The lights dimmed as Phillip placed her on her bed. It was the first time she became aware of the look of lust in a man's eyes. She didn't know what it was called but in her immature, inexperienced little brain, she understood her helplessness and accepted her fate.

"I wanna have your baby." The words were out of her mouth before she realized that SHE was the one who said them. "Please take me. Fuck my little pussy," she begged without trying to understand what she was saying to the beast. His true persona revealed itself as hairy, thick fingers ripped the child's panties off in an instant. Her milky white, smooth little thighs displayed the tempting innocence of a child's body. The fine, sexually appealing little slit between her legs excited the creature. His huge, thick meaty cock guided itself like a torpedo into Stella's tight, preteen sex.

"Mmm," she moaned as she felt his thickness inside of her body, pushing in and out of her ravaged pussy in a frenzy of pure animalistic driven lust. She couldn't look at his face as the beast hovered, fucking her tiny body. With her eyes closed tightly, she lay in helpless surrender while her young, virgin body was being used, abused and de-flowered for the first time. But there was NO mistaking the mind numbing, intense, sexually fulfilling experience.

Stella's body writhed, convulsing on the bed while her back arched violently in response to multiple orgasms. After climaxing over and over she finally passed out cold from sensory overload. Her tiny body was filled with indescribable sensations as the master continued to fuck her into oblivion, filling her with his evil seed while smiling with delight as the little girl's vaginal canal milked the final drops of steamy, hot semen from his massive cock.

Growls similar to those of a wild animal, inspired by a celebrated conquest echoed off the walls of Stella's bedroom as the creature slowly pulled his cum-covered penis from the child's body. Thick, milky gray sperm oozed continuously from the opening of her swollen pussy. The beast grinned to himself, feeling satisfied for a mission accomplished.

Yes! The next thousand years of his reign on earth as the hated…or on occasion, loved, anti-Christ would continue with the birth of a new replacement. He would be there when Stella gave birth, insuring his success and then disappear like a flash when the new aspiring offspring was old enough to take his place as The New Master of Evil and Darkness on the planet.

Crimson red, horrific looking eyes glared at Stella while she lay still in total satiation, her mind at peace and her body sexually satisfied beyond anything she could have imagined. Her reddened, puffy looking labia was saturated with a macabre looking display of sticky goop mixed with a splash of red blood.

Suddenly the lights in the bedroom flickered as the beast morphed, resuming his appearance as a handsome looking gentleman. Then he leaned down with a smirk on his face as he whispered into Stella's ear.

"Now! How was THAT for a first date?"

Dressed in a fine suit with a white, nondescript looking shirt with the added touch of a rose in his lapel, he opened his shirt briefly as the numbers gradually appeared on his bare chest, 6-6-6. He smiled then walked briskly out of the room. Soon he was out of sight but NOT gone.

"E-w-w! What's this sticky stuff all over me?" Stella wondered as she finally woke up from a much needed sleep. The memories of her frightening, eventful night seemed like just a bad nightmare but the evidence remained all over her naked body and bed. Struggling to remember, her mind was blank with no information but she sensed that she must have done SOMETHING to leave a mess like this.

Hurriedly she showered the gooey substance from her hair and body, then dressed in her jeans. The sheets on her bed would require the services of the hotel maid so she quickly covered the telltale mess with the thick bedspread, hoping the maid wouldn't take notice and say something to her mother.

"Hi mommy," Stella hollered excitedly as her mother walked out of her bedroom, rubbing her sleepy eyes while her daughter offered an appreciated cup of coffee.

"Did you sleep well, sweetie?" her mother asked over the rim of her coffee cup.

"Uh huh," Stella answered as a fragment of the previous night flashed briefly through her brain like a horror movie. Her body trembled from the fleeting memory of a strange, scary beast lying on top of her and putting his "thingy" inside of her vagina.

"What's the matter honey?" her mother asked in a concerned sounding voice as she noticed Stella's face turn a shade of bright red.

"OH! Nothing mommy. I'm fine but my chest itches."

"Well let's have a look, darling. Maybe you're just starting to grow your "boobies," she replied with a chuckle as she lifted her daughter's tee shirt.

"Holly shit! How'd that happen? Did you draw that on your chest as a joke or something?" Stella's mother asked in a voice that bespoke of outrage.

"NO MOMMY! The numbers just happened. I didn't do it, I swear."

The mark of the beast refused to be washed away from Stella's chest. Even repeated use of every type of soap and solvent proved futile. Her mother was bewildered but determined to solve the perplexing mystery.

Reality sometimes bites, as Stella's mother finally discovered. The numbers 6-6-6 suddenly were more than just 'silly nonsense'.

NINE MONTHS LATER TO THE DAY, the truth would be tragically revealed as Stella's mother would become a grandmother, facing an even tougher reality.