Author's Note: Steffi was introduced in Story 7, in which she was forced, via mind control, to give her virginity to a vagrant in the middle of the night. If you haven't read that story, that's all you need to know for this one.
Although she had just been sound asleep, her blue eyes were wide as she sat up. Outwardly, there was no stress as the girl sat up. But the true part of the girl, imprisoned once again in the back of her mind, shuddered as her body, now under the control of something or someone she simply thought of as The Other, rose and undressed.
As the nightgown with the dancing unicorns on it lay discarded on the bed, the girl slid the large flat box out from under her bed. In knowledge gleaned from the close presence of The Other, the real girl, Steffi, understood that the darkness under the beds of children everywhere was truly a place where monsters could lurk. Save for the occasional missing shoe, parents never saw a thing under there, but it also made a perfect hiding place for things that the dark powers wished to keep secret.
The Other ignored the collected items on the right and selected Steffi's outfit for the night. It was dark red, the color of dying blood, and the leather was made from the hide of a creature unknown to the world of light. The boots reached mid-thigh on the slim, milky legs of the little girl. The miniscule bra had holes in the middle of the triangles that lay flatly over Steffi's chest. As her controlled fingers cinched the top tightly, her nipples were forced out through the holes, getting pinched and being forcibly puffed out. Steffi knew they would soon ache and become exquisitely sensitive to any touch.
The skirt was last, barely covering the tight curves of her petite rear end. If she moved too quickly, the front would lift enough to expose her bald little cunny. There were no panties included - there never were during her night roaming.
Although she had no control over her movements and speech, Steffi could see, hear, and feel everything. Now looking in the mirror, the seven year-old, who by day loved happy magic animals, could see how she now appeared as an unholy slattern. The Other made sure the girl gave her reflection a wicked smile before licking her lips.
Stepping into the hall, the ordinary looking apartment began to shift as a portal to somewhere else opened. In reaction to Steffi's inner horror, the girl's heartbeat increased. Sometimes, she stayed in her own world to do the things she did not understand but was coming to expect all too well.
The first time this happened, a little more than two weeks earlier, Steffi had gone across the street in the dead of night to meet a scruffy-looking man on a park bench. She had taken his penis into her mouth before he lifted her and put his hardness inside her privates. Steffi vividly recalled the ripping pain of that first entry and how her hairless slit had bled while he made her ride his member. Sometimes, she still bled when she was roughly used but by morning all injuries - those that were physical at least - were gone and her stretched openings were back to normal.
Openings... It had been the first time through the portal that the little girl learned that her "poop hole" was also another receptacle for the massive pricks that made her expand unnaturally. She had been shocked by that first anal rape by some reptilian creature but quickly recognized the thrusting and expected the steaming wad of jism was eventually injected into her guts.
She had been a mess by the time all of them were finished with her. Then she got her first cleaning from the soiled tongues of the crones.
She was in a castle. Normally, Steffi would have been enthralled but this was a place that had seen recent battle. Its smoke-stained surfaces reeked of sweat and blood and of voided bodies. The Other made her inhale the stench deeply, reveling in the aftermath of the carnage while Steffi could do nothing to avoid it.
Walking further along, Steffi could hear the faint echoes of screams and weeping from elsewhere in the castle. The passageway eventually emptied into a larger room only partially lit by the few remaining candles that still burned in the fixtures hung from chains on the high ceiling. Several creatures were milling about. Large and dark-skinned in varying hues of black, gray, and blue, they stood like men but had clawed fingers and horns on their heads that were as mixed as the skin tones.
A smaller figure stumbled out of the gloom and Steffi was surprised to see that it was another girl. This was one was older with long blonde hair and luminous, green eyes that were slightly tilted. Beneath her skin-tight pants, her legs were slender but firm. Her tunic was looser and secured by a belt from which hung an empty sword's scabbard. Despite a nasty bruise on one cheek and her hands being manacled, the girl still looked defiant as some of the creatures gathered around her.
"Do you have a name, bitch?" one of them said.
"Daphine," the girl answered with a glare.
"You're rather young to be taking weapons against us."
"I'm eleven - plenty old enough to have spilled some filthy trullock guts on the ground this day."
Some of the creatures - trullocks, apparently, murmured angrily but the one who was interrogating the girl simply chuckled.
"If you're old enough for that, than you're old enough to be treated like a woman in other ways."
"Careful, Dox," one of the others warned. "The bitch still has teeth."
"She won't bite once she's broken," Dox darkly vowed and he grabbed the chain on Daphine's manacles.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Changes last made on: Monday, October 16, 2017