Title: Where Demons Tread
Author: Forgottenidol

Mf horror nc rape violent rough humil size


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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stop it!" I yelled.

He laughed again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah... Please!" Stacy cried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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