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This is the first sex story I ever wrote. I first submitted it to Sex Stories Post in two parts, writing under the name of darkdrone. Dated: 2011.

It's a story about a high school cheerleader who was raped and killed by four members of the high school football team. She comes back from the dead seeking revenge.

This story contains: a vengeful dead cheerleader, her accomplice, the brutal killing of four college males who raped and killed an innocent teenage girl, and an intense fucking by a demon on a teenage girl.


- Extreme
- Revenge
- Death
- Teens
- Violence
- Bestiality
- Hardcore
- Weird
- Horror
- Supernatural



Written by Norton X


The Darkson High School football field had a two-foot-high blanket of mist that covered the grass that night of October 7. It was 10:38 p.m. when a dead rotting hand broke through the soil. An arm followed, and afterward, a head. The face that emerged from the earth was that of Amanda Lake, a teenage girl who had been raped and killed by four boys who had been on the high school football team.

Finally, her entire body had crawled up from beneath the ground and she stood up in the mist to feel the cold air of the above-world that she'd been absent from for five years.


October 8 the next morning at Darkson High School, Victoria Shannon had a bad case of the shakes. Her hands, legs, and it seemed, every other part of her body was unsteady. Walking from class to class and back and forth to her locker seemed almost too much for her to handle. She thought she would soon be needing a crutch or one of those handicapped persons mobility vehicles to get around in. She thought: I must be sick or - the more likely case - I'm suffering as a side effect of the resurrection spell that I had cast last night at 10 p.m.

A couple of days before she had cast that spell, she'd heard the story about a former student, a girl named Amanda Lake, who had supposedly been raped and killed by a bunch of thugs rumored to be players on the high school football team. The police had never apprehended the killer or killers. The story had affected her emotionally and she had felt the strong urge to do something about it so she had gone to the local magic shop and purchased a book on the ancient mystical arts of the Chogian civilization.

With the book she'd bought, she'd studied meditation and other magical skills that were required to cast a powerful spell that would resurrect a corpse. It seemed easy on the surface, but on that night when she had cast the spell, she had felt otherworldly forces tearing at her mind and physical self. It was as if they required something more than just deep concentrated thought. What if I've lost a part or even my entire soul just to save a girl who has been dead for five years? The thought terrified her.

And had the spell even worked? Victoria had put a great amount of trust in what the magic book contained in its pages and she had checked and rechecked everything pertaining to the casting of the spell. She'd half expected to see Amanda Lake that morning roaming the hallways in her school uniform looking for her books to take for the next class and not knowing that she had been dead for half a decade.

Maybe she had been foolish to have even thought about resurrecting a dead person. Whatever the case, one thing she did know was that she hated the fact that something horrible had happened to a young girl and that the culprits responsible had never been caught and punished.

Apart from the side effects of casting a powerful resurrection spell that didn't seem to have worked, October 8 Wednesday should have been a normal day for Victoria, and it was until the afternoon, half an hour before the bell would ring for the end of that day's classes. Someone had broken into the sports gear room and had stolen one of the brand new cheerleader outfits. And there was also a dead body that had belonged to the school janitor lying on the floor next to the box containing the new outfits.

The person who reported this to the whole school beginning with a heart-stopping scream was Peggy Tyler, the captain of the cheerleader squad who had sneaked into the room to get a peak at the new cheerleader outfits. (She had seen the dead janitor first, but later went berserk and screamed when she discovered that one set of cheerleader attire was missing from the box.)

When Victoria arrived at the scene of the tragedy, there was already a crowd of staff and students blocking the entrance into the sports gear room. She could hear Peggy sobbing and trying to catch her breath as she recalled to the principal and two police officers the sequence of events that led up to her discovery.

Being on the outside of the gathered spectators, she heard all sorts of things like -

"Who would want to kill the janitor and steal a chearleader's outfit?"

"Probably some desperate psycho who gets off on chearleaders' clothes."

"Maybe one of the girls in the squad wanted to get her new uniform quick and didn't appreciate being found out by the deceased."

And she also heard, "Weird day. This in the afternoon and then in the morning we found that dug-out hole in the middle of the football field. It's getting creepy around here."

Victoria felt a lump in her throat. She knew that meant fear; fear of the unknown that she'd been meddling with. Could it be that the spell really did work? And if it did - she shuddered - did Amanda have something to do with the hole in the football field and the dead janitor?


The picture in the bottom right corner of the twenty second page of the high school yearbook showed the face of a beautiful bushy blonde haired girl wearing horn-rimmed glasses. The yearbook was from five years ago and the class that Victoria was looking at were the high school seniors of that year. The picture was that of Amanda Lake, 18 years of age.

It was 8 p.m. and Victoria was in her bedroom looking at the yearbook that belonged to her older sister, Margaret, who had attended Darkson High School and graduated to go on to college in another province. Margaret had been a year behind Amanda in high school.

Victoria decided that she needed to know more about Amanda. What she was like, what she liked to do, what her hopes and dreams were. Victoria reached over to her bedside table to grab her cell phone. She selected Margaret's name from the contact list on her phone and hit the "Dial" button. A voice came on telling her that the phone she was trying to reach was unavailable. Darn it, she thought. Margaret must have switched her phone off and forgot to switch it back on.

A sound of scratching against glass came from her window and she turned to see what was causing the noise. It was a girl. A girl who had night black hair and frightening cold grey eyes. This girl was scratching against the window with what looked like claws on the tips of her fingers. Oh shit! Victoria screamed and dove onto the floor on the other side of her bed away from the window.

Her heart beat like a bass drum in her chest as she tried to grasp what was left of her sanity. Her mind was all over the place and nowhere. What to do? Then she heard a creak on her bed.

She turned towards her bed and slowly rose until her eyes saw what was lying on top of the covers. It was the black-haired girl! She saw Victoria rising from the floor and stretched out a clawed hand towards her. As soon as Victoria saw that clawed hand reaching out to her, she felt light-headed and fainted.


Something was touching her, stroking her tummy. Must be my pet cat, she thought. Wait. I don't have a pet cat!

Victoria's eyes opened and she saw the black-haired girl sitting on the bed beside her. Victoria opened her mouth to scream, but before she could let out a sound, the girl flung herself on top of her and placed a hand over her mouth. All she gave was a muffled noise that could not be heard by anyone outside her room.

"Shush," said the girl quietly.

Victoria shook her head. No, she would not be quiet.

"I won't hurt you," said the girl. "Look. I don't have the ugly claw hands anymore." She showed Victoria the hand that was not clasped over her mouth. Victoria saw that instead of the claws on the tip of her fingers, she had normal fingers with the fingernails painted black. Her skin was deathly pale though, and she smelled of dug up soil and something else that Victoria had never smelled before.

Victoria also noticed that she had on a black and red cheerleader outfit with the school mascot (Grim Reaper) badge stitched to the right of the chest. She quickly removed the hand covering her mouth to say, "You stole that from the sports gear room at school, and.... and... you killed the janitor as well?"

"Before we talk about what we've both been doing recently, I would like to know who the fuck you are," said the girl to Victoria.

"Hey, I will not have you cussing in my room, okay... and I'm Victoria Shannon. I'm doing eleventh grade in high school. Who are you?"

The girl smiled at her, and all of a sudden, realization dawned on Victoria. This girl was Amanda Lake, resurrected!

"Shiieht!" Victoria sent a fast, hard right fist into the undead girl's face, knocking her off the bed. Then Victoria sprang off the bed, and with one step, was at her room door.


A hand shoved her head violently against the door before she could turn the knob. She fell backwards onto the floor. Her vision blurred for six seconds then cleared.

"What was that noise? Are you alright, Vicky?" Victoria's mother stepped into her room and knelt down to check on her daughter.

"Uh... Mom... there's a-" She was having trouble putting her words together.

"And who's this strange-looking young lady standing in your room? A new friend of yours? You know you're supposed to tell me whenever you bring friends over, Vicky."

Mrs. Shannon helped Victoria to her feet first, and then she went to Amanda and held out her hand.

Amanda looked down at it and slowly stretched out her hand to shake the one proffered to her. "My name is Mindy."

"Well, nice to meet you, Mindy. I'm Mrs. Shannon, Vicky's mom."

"Nice to meet you too."

As her mother and the recently resurrected girl shook hands, Victoria caught a quick sharp malevolent glare from Amanda.

Could this undead girl kill her mom along with her if she wanted to?

Well, if she had wanted to kill her, then she probably could have killed her sooner.

I'll just have to play along, she said to herself.

"Er... yeah, Mom. I'm sorry I didn't let you know about it. Mindy and I are partners in a science project. She came over so we could work on it. Is that right, Mindy?"

Amanda caught on quick and smiled saying, "Yeah. We really need to get this project done fast because it's taking up my time with cheerleading practice." She gestured to the outfit she was wearing, which fit her quite well.

"Okay, then you twos can get along with your project and I will go back to the kitchen and fix dinner. You staying for dinner, Mindy?"

"No, thank you, Mrs. Shannon. My parents and I are going out to a restaurant later on tonight."

"Alright. Don't have too much fun." Mrs. Shannon smiled and left the room, closing the door behind her.

The two girls stood still as statues in the room for an uncomfortable thirty nine seconds. They did not look directly at each other, but at the room and the things inside such as the carpet, the bed, the walls, windows, items that were in their proper places and the ones that weren't, etc.

Since it was her room, Victoria felt it was her place to break the silence.

"Umm... so how's it been for you? You're Amanda Lake, right?"

The dead girl replied, "Yeah, that's me. And it's been really boring, like, to the point where it was sheer agony!"

"You mean, being dead?"

"Yeah, but 'being dead' doesn't really describe the condition I was in that well. 'Being in another place' would be a better phrase for it."

"What place?"

"Hell, shithead! That place no one wants to believe exists. It's there and I was there for... Crap, I don't know how long!"

"Five years."

"I've been dead for five years? Fuck! Major multiple anal penetration fuck!!"

"Uh. We really need to talk about the foul language in my room. It's-"

She didn't get to finish the sentence because Amanda grabbed her by the throat and body-slammed her onto the bed. This girl was definitely stronger than most girls her size and weight.

Victoria managed to croak out, "Be careful. My mom doesn't like noises and other disturbances in the house. She'll come up here and kick both our butts."

With those words out, she ran out of air and was unable to replenish her lungs with her windpipe blocked by Amanda's grip.

Amanda saw Victoria's face change colors and released her throat.

Cough, cough. Victoria inhaled life-giving air into her lungs. Amanda got onto the bed, straddled her waist, and brought her face down two inches away from Victoria's. She looked deadly serious.

"Never EVER tell me what I should and shouldn't do 'cause, bitch, I have literally been to Hell and back! And you know what really hit me in all the time I spent there? You want to know what made me scratch my head until I was digging out my brains? You want to know what I found more shocking than having demons shove pitchforks into my guts? Than hell spawns violating my body in every cruel, sexual, sadistic, and unimaginable way? Than Satan himself teasing and butchering me in hell fire over and over again? It's this: A girl your age placed on a torture pile crying out to the demons as they cause her excruciating pain, telling them not to cuss because it's a bad thing to do. As if she could save her soul by being a nice little girl DOWN THERE! But it was too late."

She eased off Victoria and sat down on the floor, her head resting against the bed post.

"Too late," she repeated in a lower tone, looking ahead at the wall, a blank look on her face.

Too late for you as well, thought Victoria. But you're back now because of me! God only knew what this girl Amanda was currently feeling. Relief? Happiness? Sadness? Pain? A bit or a whole lot of every kind of emotion? It was too much for Victoria to think about.

Maybe Amanda could attend a Former Residents of Hell Anonymous group meeting (that is, if they could find one). That thought was kind of funny in a very dark way.

"I'm sorry," Victoria said to her. She was now turned over and laying on her stomach facing Amanda sitting on the floor beside the bed. "I truly don't know what you've been through and how you must feel right now. It's just... this is my room and I'm still living in this world up here so I tend to speak in my own context."

Context? Am I even using that word right? She shrugged off the internal debate.

Amanda turned her head so she was facing Victoria. She had an eyebrow raised while the other stayed flat. It was an inquisitive or maybe annoyed expression for her. Victoria half expected her to burst into another tirade - maybe louder this time and more violent - when her facial expression switched surprisingly to a happy and mischievous one.

"I wanna get naughty," said Amanda.

"What?!!" Victoria was lost.

"Like I said, after a while, it gets boring and you're just going through the motions with the torture and screaming and sexual sadism and harassment. Now that I'm back, it's time to party!! Make up for all that time spent in boring agony."

She got up, walked to the window, opened it, and neatly somersaulted through it. Then she poked her head back inside and asked Victoria with a wicked smile on her face, "You coming?"


Character Information

Victoria Shannon: 5.2 feet tall; dark brown hair (neck length, half inch above the shoulders); hazel eyes; 18 years old; currently wearing blue jeans, black sweater over pink shirt, white and light blue-striped shoes.

Amanda Lake: 5.5 feet tall; jet black hair (3 inches below the shoulders); sky blue eyes; 18 years old (not counting the five years spent in Hell); currently wearing a brand new black and red Darkson High School cheerleader outfit and red shoes.


By the time they'd reached Darkson High School at 9:48 p.m., Victoria had seen Amanda flash her boobs at a passing car containing three high school boys, kick a lone unsuspecting street thug in the balls, squat-pee in an empty tuna can and splash the contents on a drunkard lying on a sidewalk, and throw a rock at a hated teacher's car, making a minor but noticeable dent in the hood.

The doors of the main entrance to the school were locked. Amanda winked at Victoria and rapped her fist where the lock was until something clinked.

"Tada," she said in her naughty girl voice and opened one door for Victoria to enter. Then she followed after, closing the door softly behind her.

The hallway was empty and seemed bare with no students or staff around. Amanda led the way.

They were passing the lockers when Victoria asked, "So er.... what made you kill the janitor, if you don't mind my asking?"

Amanda shrugged and answered, "Oh, the usual thing. I was naked and needed clothes so I decided to check out the sports gear room. Found the box of new outfits and I was like 'Major find!' I had taken out this one from the plastic wrapper it was in, when the janitor stopped by for whatever reason. He saw me naked, probably by accident, but either way, I didn't like that. Me naked plus peeping janitor equals dead janitor. I always enjoyed the simple math."

"And how did you get here? I mean, back from Hell."

Amanda stopped and looked down at the floor as if she could see through it all the way to Hell. "Reality faded. All the torment and bad stuff, it all just went away and then I think I experienced true complete oblivion for a split second before I fell back into reality and found myself stuck in dirt. I dug myself out and emerged at my place of death - the high school football field."

Victoria felt cold for a few seconds after hearing Amanda's recollection of events. She shivered.

"How did you die? Sorry. I meant, would you mind telling me what happened before you passed on to the other side?"

Amanda chuckled and continued walking, Victoria keeping pace beside her.

"I was a pretty girl in high school. Guys liked me. However, I'd never dated because, well, there was other stuff like school work, after-school and community activities that kept me busy. I also had bad eyesight that required me to wear dorky glasses. I guess when guys saw those glasses, they thought I was a shy girl who would say no to any proposition they made."

She continued. "The first time someone asked me out on a date was in my senior year. I was going to graduate." A sad and hurt smile appeared on her face. "This guy named Gary Locke. He was one year behind me in school. Good-looking, seemed descent, he was on the high school football team. He was supposed to take me to a movie and take me back home afterwards. He took me to the movie, but on the way back, he drove by the school football field to see some of his buddies on the team."

"Boys." Amanda snickered. "They must've watched a whole lot of porn and had it in their heads that I was going to let them gangbang me. I said no and told Gary to drive me home. He refused. There were four of them and one of me. The rest is history that you've probably heard already."

They'd stopped in front of the gym doors. Amanda repeated her fist rapping act on the lock and opened the door for Victoria after she heard the clinking sound. They both entered and shut the door behind them.

On switching on the lights, Amanda saw a red pole vault mattress and grabbed Victoria's hand as she ran towards it, jumping into the air (Victoria jumping as well) and landing with a whoofing sound on the cushion object.

"That was fun," she said gleefully.

"Yes it was," agreed Victoria, catching her breath.

"What were the names of the other three boys?"

Amanda spread herself eagled on the cushiony material and answered with a sigh, "John Hill, Wesley Northam, and Bruce Shelton."

Victoria rolled onto her side to face Amanda who was staring at the high gymn ceiling.

"Amanda, Gary and his three pals were never arrested and punished for what they did to you. Your death was reported and there was an investigation, but somehow, the boys got away with your rape and murder."

Amanda sat up fast as a lightning bolt. Her mouth was open in shock, then she shut it firmly and closed her eyes as if she were praying.

Victoria pushed herself to a sitting position beside Amanda and continued. "I heard the story of your violent death and got so angry knowing that the criminals who took your dignity and life were still out there and unpunished. I'm no Nancy Drew, but I wanted justice done so I bought a book on magic and cast a spell that I'd learned from it. That spell was what brought you back."

There was silence for a few seconds. Then Amanda opened her eyes and turned her head to look into Victoria's eyes.

"You brought me back? Of course! That's why I felt drawn to your house this evening. The spell's power must've left a trail leading me to you. I don't feel it now because it must've worn off, but I did feel an attractive force pulling at me after I had dug myself out of the ground."

Victoria said, "The reason I did what I did was so that you would avenge yourself and see to it that justice was done."

Amanda shook her head with a grim expression on her face, "Oh, I'm not going to seek justice. I'm gonna get some payback!"

The gym doors opened at that moment and two police officers walked in. They both had stern and surprised looks on their faces when they spotted and made their way towards the two girls sitting on the red pole vault mattress.

"What are you two ladies doing here at night and how did you get in here?" asked the officer who happened to be chewing gum.

Damn it! We must've tripped a silent alarm or something set up as a precaution after the janitor's murder. Thanks a lot, Amanda! thought Victoria.

"Um....uh...." Amanda said, thinking of words to explain their presence at the school. "Mister, er, police officer, sir, we broke in. Yeah, we definitely broke in, but we didn't come here to damage any school property. You see this mattress? It was here exactly like this when we came in. You see, we're just hanging out because we love our high school."

Victoria nodded her head in agreement. "Grounded forever" was a phrase that popped into her head right then. Her mother would be upset like spilled hot coffee on someone's lap when she heard about this.

The other cop who wasnt chewing gum, but did have a mustache took his turn to ask a question. "Are you girls students here? What are your names?"

Amanda answered, "I'm Mindy and she's Veronica."

Victoria nudged her in the ribs and said, "Amanda, they're police officers. Lying to them is against the law."

"Damn it, Victoria! I told you not to tell me what I should and shouldn't do!"

Chewing cop told them to take it easy, but Amanda just turned on him and told him about how she'd gone to Hell and back.

Both officers traded looks on hearing this, and then told the girls to stand up and follow them outside.

Victoria was about to follow them when she was restrained by Amanda. "We're not going anywhere with you homos," she said to the officers. "We're staying right here!"

"Miss, you can follow us out nice and quietly or we can drag you out in cuffs. Which one is it gonna be?"

Amanda sneered and said, "Neither!"

Mustache took out a pair of handcuffs and was going to grab hold of Amanda's arm when she lashed out with a clawed hand and tore his face from his head.

"Aaaaarrghhh!!!" screamed the police officer.

It happened so fast that Victoria still had not reacted when chewing cop pulled out his sidearm.

Amanda stepped forward faster than the eye could see and plunged the other clawed hand into his chest, pulling out his heart and shoving it into his open mouth.

Chewing cop dropped to the gym floor dead, while mustache cop screamed and ran around the gym like a madman before falling onto the pole vault mattress. Amanda went to where he was struggling to rise to his feet and dug her already-bloody clawed hand into the back of his head, piercing his skull and brain. Mustache cop died instantly.

Victoria was breathing heavily now. Her lips quivered. Then she screamed at the top of her lungs. Two people had been killed right in front of her eyes and now she was doing the only normal thing to do - freaking out.

Amanda commanded her scary, long and large, bony, clawed hands to change back to normal hands with fingernails painted black, however, they were now covered in blood. She was about to comfort Victoria when she noticed the blood on her hands, so she held up one finger, signalling the hysterical girl to wait a short while, and left for the girl's bathroom.

When she returned to the gymn, Amanda found Victoria sitting in a far corner away from the two dead cops. She went to her and found that Victoria had a bad case of the shakes - she was suffering from shock.

Amanda carried her out of the gymn and into the girls bathroom where she stripped the other girl naked before setting her under a showerhead and turning on the water. After fifteen minutes, Victoria was ready, getting up from where she sat under the showerhead and turning off the water herself.

Amanda brought her a towel so she could dry herself off. Victoria then put on her clothes that had been left in a pile next to the shower, away from wet area.

Both girls left the school and walked back to Victoria's house. When they reached the Shannon residence it was 11:04 p.m.

"You should stay with me," said Victoria when she had climbed in through her bedroom window.

Amanda, standing on the outside of the house, looking in, said, "Nah. You can't have a dead girl staying in your room for too long. What would you say to your parents?"

She smiled and then became serious. "I'm going to find those boys who did me wrong. They're going to pay dearly for what they did to me. Besides, I don't think I need to rest. I don't even think I'm really alive in the normal sense. I'm something else - don't know what. All thanks to you and your wicked magical activities."

Amanda smiled and walked backwards, away from the window. She cocked her head in a cute way as she went and waved goodbye to her new friend before fading into the darkness.

Victoria returned the wave and closed her window to keep the cold night air out.

What a long night I've had, she thought as she went under the covers of her bed in order to get some sleep.


October 9 Thursday. Victoria received a phone call in the morning around 6:30 a.m. notifying her that school was cancelled for that day due to the gruesome deaths of two patrol officers in the school gym.

Parents were now wondering if their children were safe attending Darkson High. A good number of them were seriously considering sending their children to other schools in town or the nearby towns. Now that two police officers had been killed, the police force in the town of Darkson were on full alert for cop killers and launching a major investigation into the three murders at Darkson High. They were determined to catch the killer or killers.

Victoria spent the better part of that morning reading through her text books and notes and did a rushed-through job of completing her school work. Leaving her room and arriving in the kitchen, she saw a note on the dining room table. Chores. Crap. She sighed then brightened up when she remembered the book she'd bought on the Chogian mystical arts.

Since all the chores were simple household ones, she thought it shouldn't be too much of a drain on her mind and body like the resurrection one was. (The resurrection spell was found in the very last chapter of the book which contained all the most difficult and dangerous spells such as the ones for summoning an ancient god from the past, displacing space-time, and permanently destroying a fundamental law of nature.)

She went into the kitchen and looked at the list of chores. First up, wash the dishes. Flipping through the book, she found several incantations for spells that would complete tasks requiring the lifting and general movement of objects whether they be solid or fluid. Victoria smiled and chose one that seemed most appropriate to her. Muttering the incantations, she turned and looked to the kitchen sink where the dirty dishes and other dirty kitchen utensils were piled. On completing the spell, she saw the dishes and things get cleaned with the wiping-over of pure energy and put away in their appropriate places. The chore was accomplished in less than ten minutes. "Yesss!" Victoria said in triumph. On to the next chore.

The other chores were vacuuming the floor, doing the laundry, dusting off the cobwebs in the corners of the house, putting things in their proper places that others had forgotten to put back, raking the leaves, collecting twigs and branches on the lawn and putting them in one pile, and going to the store to buy some household supplies such as toilet paper and air re-freshener. She completed all the chores, except for the last one, in one hour with the help of spell work from the Chogian mystical arts book.

Victoria was immensely pleased with herself. Before going to the store, she changed into a light grey sweater over a light blue shirt and put on a pair of black jeans. She was about to head out the doorway when she noticed someone sitting in her father's easy chair.

Victoria gasped when she saw that this wasn't a human being. It was a grotesque creature with bumps all over its body, dark brown skin, two horns jutting out of the back of its head, a sharp silver nose, and large hideous wings on its back. When it got up from the easy chair, it stood around eight feet tall. There were human characteristics on its body like a face, arms, legs, and torso, but this was definitely no creature of this world that Victoria had ever seen.

She stammered, "Wha...wha...geh, what are you?"

The thing smiled a sharp toothy smile at her and said in a voice that could've belonged to a young man in his twenties, "I'm a demon, an entity of the spirit realm. My personal name is Forbius."

Victoria felt like a tidal wave had hit her. A demon in her house! Her life was getting more screwed up in a really bad way she'd never thought it could.

She cleared her throat because it felt like there was some dust inside. "Uh. Why are you here? Did I do something wrong?"

The demon looked at her blankly for a second then burst into laughter. He stopped after a while and said to her, "Oh, no, not really. You happened to be using certain spells recently, and well, the first one, we kinda' let you go because of some stupid sentimental reasons, but for the bunch of little spells you used this morning, we're going to have to charge you. Actually, I'm going to be personally charging you because it was my power you were using when all those chores got done for you."

"What?" Victoria became indignant. "I thought spells, like the words themselves - the incantations - had their own magic or power. I didn't know I was using somebody's personal property."

The demon sighed and rolled his eyes and said, "Look here. It's obvious you don't know a lot about magic, metaphysics, and spiritual crap so I'm going to explain just a fraction of knowledge to you so you can get a general idea of how things work in my world."

The demon (Forbius) gestured as he spoke, in order to help this thick-headed girl understand. "Spells are like phone numbers. You cast a spell and a spirit or spirits - depending on how important or hard the job is - are called up to do what the incantations tell them to do. Even with summoning spells you're not doing the summoning. You're calling someone like me up so I can persuade the dead person or dark force you want to show up. It's all demon power, bitch. We work behind the scenes doing all the messy stuff and make it look nice on the outside with the energy flares and sound effects."

"Oh," said Victoria, comprehending. "So how much do I owe you for your labor?"

The demon stroked his uneven bumpy chin thinking. "I'll take your little sister's left foot," said Forbius in the most casual manner.

"What? Hell no, you hideous freak! You might as well reverse all those spells I used and I'll do the chores manually."

Forbius took several steps until he was standing two feet away from Victoria facing her. "One thing you should know, little whore: Real magic, the metaphysical manual labor crap we do for you humans, is rarely ever reversed, and when it is reversed, people get seriously hurt and demons get punished in the most horrific ways."

"Okay, I get it!" said Victoria to Forbius. "You need payment, but I can't give you my sister's left foot. I can't give you my foot because I like it where it is. Er..."

A thought popped into her head. "Look, you're a demon right?"


"So I've heard that Satan worshipers sometimes sacrifice virgins and stuff to please the devil and everything, but I don't want to sacrifice my life to you so I was wondering if you would take my virginity as a sacrificial offering. Like, would that cover the cost for all your labor?"

Forbius thought aloud, "Hmm. Okay, It's a deal, although, I've never taken a human's virginity before, but I'm sure I'll figure it out." He had an evil smile on his ugly face.


It was 10:17 a.m. when Victoria returned from the store with household supplies.

Forbius had told her earlier that he needed to do some stuff, but would be back in good time to take what belonged to him. Before he disappeared into thin air, she'd told him that in that case she would also go do the last of her chores and be back to give him what was his.

Now she sat on her bed in her bedroom still wearing the clothes she had on when Forbius had appeared in the living room.

He's a demon, she thought, so I have no idea what demons are like. He might not even take off my clothes. He might just screw me in a spiritual way or something. The thought made her chuckle.

"What's so funny?"

Victoria gave a short but high pitched shriek when she heard the voice.

Forbius was standing in the room, except this was not the form he'd been in when he'd appeared to her earlier. This time he was only five inches taller than her, had on a black button up shirt and black pants and black shoes, had black hair and red eyes, and looked completely human. And he was freaking sexy.

"Sorry, I surprised you, bitch. You ready to lose your precious virginity?"

Victoria immediately went on her knees before him and unzipped his pants. His cock popped out and hit her in the face as it became solidly erect. One thing though, it was black as the color of his clothing and fucking huge.

Looking at the monstrosity, Victoria said, "I give you permission to fuck me in my own room and cuss as much as you want. Cuss a whole fucking lot because we're going to fucking need it!"

She took him into her mouth.

Victoria sucked her first cock and this one was big and happened to belong to a demon. Unreal. Her lips were stretched as wide as possible as her mouth moved back and forth across his tremendous length. He grabbed her dark brown hair and pushed her face further against his cock. She gagged and coughed. His cock went all the way to the back of her throat.

"Gag, bitch! Take that cock, you fucking whore!!"

She was unable to take it all in, so she used her hand to jerk off the remaining length. Both hands. It was a really long and thick one.

"Yeah," Forbius said and he groaned with pleasure.

I must be doing fine so far if he's groaning, Victoria thought happily.

But fine was not enough for Forbius. He grabbed her hair harder this time and shoved his cock farther down into her throat. She gagged and was throwing up her breakfast over his cock, but he continued to hold her and ram his cock back and forth into her mouth and all the way down her throat.

"You should be thanking me for this experience, you ungrateful bitch. Oh wait. You can't right now because my cock's fucking your throat. Hahaha!" He laughed.

Oh shit! she thought. I'm going to die choking on some hell spawn's cock.

Her arms were grabbing his waist, desperate for release from his long thick cock. "Auuugghhh!" Cough. She threw up again and he grinned watching her suffer.

After throwing up for a third time, Victoria was thrown onto the bed.

What was that yellow stuff in her throat and mouth and stomach? Eww! Demon cum!

Forbius pointed at her sneering, "That bed's too good for you. You ought to be fucked savagely in a stinkin' alley way with your back against a bare brick wall! Maybe after fucking you senseless, I'll transport you to a filthy slum in a third world country and watch the hobos there have their way with you! Hehe! That would be fun, wouldn't it?"

He roared at her in a truly demonic voice.

"Eeek!!" she squealed.

He grabbed her and she turned her face away as he ripped her sweater and the shirt she was wearing underneath off. He hooked a finger under her bra and stripped it off with a flick of the wrist.

"Let's take the rest of this crap off you," he said and ripped off her jeans and panties. She was now completely naked. His cock became even more harder and more veins popped out on the shaft. Her eyes widened looking at how terrifying it was.

Forbius snapped his fingers and his clothes vanished, leaving him naked. It was odd seeing an apparently white young man with a large coal-black ball sack and cock.

"Now, to the matter of releasing you from your virginity. Open those legs, bitch. This beast-" Gesturing to his dick "is going to destroy that cunt of yours, making you a non-virgin a million times over."

Victoria opened her legs and before she could do anything else, he was in her face licking it with a long purple tongue, while his cock went deep into her pussy until it reached whatever limits there were inside.

He rammed his cock hard into her, thrusting back and forth without a care as to what he might be breaking.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! Oh fuck, you're killing me!! Stop! Stop it! No!! Aaaaaaahhhh!! Mommy!!"

"Shut the fuck up!! Your mommy isn't going to save you from this!!"

His cock mercilessly pummeled her pussy. She was definitely not a virgin anymore. Her pussy lips were stretched beyond proportion, her vagina taking a painful exercise from his monster cock.

"Mmnnnnnggghaa, huuhhhmmnng, Nooooaaaaaaaahhhhh!!! Oh mercy, Forbius!! You're tearing me up!! I could be bleeding!!"

"I said SHUT UP!!! I don't give a fuck, bitch! I'm going to do what I want and maybe after this, you'll think twice before casting another spell."

Her legs were parted and pinned down by his strong arms, while his hips thrust with vicious strength into hers. She came, coating his cock with her fluids, and soon after, he came inside her.

"Oh no!! You didn't! You didn't just cum inside me!! Oh shit!!"

"Yeah! Take my yellow juice, slut!! You like demon jizz? Don't matter. Too late now." He laughed and roared loudly, while she shut her eyes and ears, whimpering, crying and screaming in pain and some pleasure too? It all became one terrible sensation inside her.

Forbius fucked her for a total of thirty minutes with malice and sadism reserved for the whores of Hell. When he was done, she had yellow demon cum on her hair, face, upper and lower body. He finished off by slapping her face sadistically with his cock until it was bruised badly with a bleeding nose and several cuts on her lips.

"Hope you had a good time, slut. There's more where all this came from so feel free to use that magic book of yours as much as you want. You'll be seeing me and a bunch of my pals when you do."

Then he disappeared and Victoria was left ravaged, sore, and spent.


The time was 3:06 p.m. when a figure quickly and silently slipped into Victoria's room through the window. She heard a voice say in a self satisfied tone, "Ladies and gentlemen, Amanda has entered the building."

Amanda wrinkled her nose when she smelled demon cum, and then she realized what she was smelling.

"Oh fucking Hell!"

She saw Victoria lying on the bed covered in yellow demon jizz, staring upwards vacantly into space.

"Oh my fucking incestuous godfather!" gasped Amanda.

She rushed to the bed and placed her hands on Victoria's face trying to get her to look at her. "Victoria, Vicky, can you hear me? Just look into my eyes if you can hear me."

Victoria's eyes looked around as if seeing the world for the first time then focused on Amanda's face and locked onto her eyes.

"That's good. That's very good." Amanda breathed a sigh of relief. Now to see what else was broken, she said to herself.

After fifteen minutes, she'd run a full check on Victoria, fixing her injuries all over her body, and cleaning her up from all the filth of her own juices and the yellow jizzum.

With her friend now dressed in soft pajamas she'd found in the closet and laying her head restfully on a pillow in her bed, Amanda waited a while for Victoria to come out of her listless condition.

When an hour had passed with Victoria still out of it staring into empty space, Amanda decided to take the initiative and bring her back to the real world. She leaned in close and softly brushed her lips against Victoria's cheek. Stroking her hair gently, she kissed Victoria softly on the lips. Amanda adjusted the position she was sitting in until she was chest to chest and face to face with Victoria.

Amanda kissed Victoria again, making it last longer on the lips. She felt a quiver of facial muscles from her friend. Good. Another kiss and this time her tongue flicked against the near-unresponsive girl's lips. Flicking, flicking, penetrating her friend's lips, but not passing through the barrier of teeth.

She brought her kisses to her chin, then her neck in multiple places, then she went to her feet and sucked her big toe, coating it with her saliva. Victoria's eyes widened a bit with awareness.

Hah! A breach in the blockade, thought Amanda. She lunged at Victoria and kissed her. This time she met no barrier; both mouths were open to each other and their tongues awoke to mate and wrestle aggressively.

Amanda held Victoria's head between her hands and kissed her deep and long. Victoria moaned and tears streamed down her face as she came to grips with what had happened to her that morning. Amanda continued kissing her and stroking her hair. This took three minutes.

The kissing stopped and Victoria looked into Amanda's eyes then sobbed uncontrollably. Amanda took her into her arms and petted and caressed her.

"Did he hurt you?" She got a nod in response. "Don't worry. I patched you up good and proper. Look at yourself in the mirror."

Victoria did, noticing that all physical injuries had been healed, and managed a little smile.

"Hey, I made a new friend," Amanda said, arching her eyebrows mischievously.

Victoria frowned.

"Oh, don't get jealous. He's a really great guy and you're gonna love him."


It was 6:09 p.m. at Hellsbridge University when Gary Locke returned to his boarding room that Thursday. He was glad to see that his roommate was out bowling with a few of his friends like he'd said he would.

He placed his book bag on his bed and undid his shoes, and then undressed and put on a pair of green pants and a grey shirt. He took three pills to make his cock bigger and last longer. Only a couple minutes after taking the pills, a knock sounded on his room door.

That must be them, he thought. He checked his pants and saw that the pills were taking their desired effect. Excellent!

Gary opened the door and was greeted with the sight of two gorgeous young girls standing outside with expectant looks on their pretty faces. The one with dark brown hair was wearing a gold and silver dress that clung tightly to her body and stopped at her upper thighs. The one with the jet black hair had on a cheerleader outfit, but he'd seen her in that attire earlier that day in the library, flirted with her, and ended up agreeing to the idea of she and a friend of hers showing up at his place to have "a good time."

"Hey! How's it going?" said Amanda.

"Great, fantastic! Come on in." Gary opened the door for them to enter and shut it after them, making sure it was locked. He could not recognize the girl he and three of his high school football buddies had raped and murdered five years ago. She now had black hair and a pale complexion to her skin along with an aura of otherworldliness like she didn't belong here. Her new beauty made her completely different from the pretty shy girl with horn-rimmed glasses from five years ago.

"Gary, this is my friend Victoria, the one I told you about. She was so excited when I told her about our plans for this evening and was super-delighted to know that she was invited to share it with us. She even put on her best slutty dress for your viewing pleasure. Well, you're going to be doing a lot more than viewing tonight, right?"

He replied nodding his head, eyes alight, "Oh yeah!"

Victoria smiled at him, bit her lip and said, "Hope you've done all your homework, because you're getting a really big assignment from us. Big college guy's going to learn a thing or two from two high school chicks."

The pants he wore looked like a mostly flat landscape with a hill located on his pelvis.

Amanda walked up to him and dug her hand into his pants and pulled out his big hard penis. She went down on her knees before him and sucked the throbbing dick.

"Auuugh that feels good, baby!" he told her.

She sucked him straight, then sideways, her tongue and teeth making contact with his cock. Then she licked the underside of his shaft and massaged his balls with her hand.

"Ooh, that's it!"

She then slid back his skin to reveal his bare cockhead. She took that in her mouth and sucked on it, her tongue playing all over and around it.


Gary took her head in both hands and pushed it back and forth along his length. His cockhead touched the back of her throat causing her to gag, but she also gyrated her head and made sounds to vibrate her mouth and throat to further excite his cock.

"Aww fuck! Yess, suck it, you slutty bitch!" He thrust back and forth eagerly into her mouth and spurt his white ooze inside it. He slowed down the oral fucking as he let his semen drip into her mouth. She looked into his eyes, winked at him and swallowed all the cum and licked his cock clean of the juice.

"You, your turn," he said as he pointed to Victoria.

She playfully mouthed "Okay" and sat on the bed, sliding back her skirt and raising it up above her navel to reveal her tender pussy and ripe young ass.

Amanda couldn't help feeling the urge to grab Victoria and fuck her herself, but she'd be getting in the way right now. Maybe later on.

Gary said, "That ass looks so juicy and inviting. I think I'll fuck it before doing your cute pussy."

He had her lay on her back and held her legs in both hands as they parted open. He bumped his cock around her asshole for a few moments before penetrating it and shoving his entire length inside.

"Ahhm, fuck! Fuck me, Gary!"

He liked hearing that and pushed her legs further back, increasing the force of his thrusts into her hole. Victoria's entire body shook as he pumped her in the ass.

"Hooh haaa, yessss, fuck," he said and grunted, continuing the invasion of her ass with his cock, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks. Victoria put a hand to her pussy and massaged it. He liked what he saw and dug his hand into her pussy, getting it soaked and wet. He pushed deeper and wiggled his fingers inside, rotating his wrist as well.

She squealed. "Mmnn, that's a lot of fingers in my pussy. Oooh Fuuuh Fuuu Fuckkkk!!"

His cock drove in deep and hard into her ass, stretching the boundaries. This should make shitting easier for her, he thought.

He didn't see Amanda come up behind him, but he did hear her say, "I hope you've enjoyed the free fuck so far, 'cause this is where it ends along with the rest of your stinkin' life!!"

She caused her arm to become all scary and bony with claws at the finger tips. Then she plunged her hand into his back with such force that it shot out through his stomach, causing guts and blood to spill out and over onto Victoria.

Gary gave his death cry and Victoria screamed, even though she knew he was going to die that evening.

Amanda had not told her exactly when she would be killing the rotten bastard.

His body fell forward onto the bed. Luckily, Victoria had rolled to one corner so the dead man would not land on her. The bed got soaked with blood.

Amanda and Victoria immediately ran out of the room now that their target for the day was dead. As they exited the room, there were male college students about and they saw the two girls, but not for long enough that they would know how to describe them to a police sketch artist.

Amanda picked up Victoria in her arms and bent her knees. Victoria felt a rush of air going down against her face as Amanda shot up from the ground in an impossible high jump. They landed on the dormitory roof and with another powerful jump, they were in the dorm residents' parking lot. Amanda motioned for silence to Victoria and using slight magic and stealth, they both escaped notice and capture by the authorities, who had been notified as soon as curious students discovered a dead body in the room that the two blood-stained girls had just evacuated.


October 9 Thursday 6:57 p.m. Victoria Shannon stood nervously outside one of the changing rooms at Val-Mart (short for Value Mart). People passed her by as they roamed to sections of the super-large store that contained whatever item(s) they wanted to buy.

No one passing by gave her a second look, so why was she nervous? Maybe it was because while her new undead friend, Amanda Lake, was inside the only changing room that had not been occupied when they got there, she was standing outside with a super-tight skanky gold and silver dress with a major blood stain splashed on it and on her legs, thanks to the rapist and murderer they'd just killed less than an hour ago - and thanks to Amanda too.

Amanda had used some strange undead magic to coat her, Victoria's, appearance so she looked like she wasn't wearing skanky make up and a blood-stained dress that should only be worn by super sluts.

What did she look like to these people anyway since she couldn't see the magical coating herself? she wondered.

In her hands were some clothes she'd picked out for herself to wear.

"Okay, I know this sounds stupid, but I decided to keep the cheerleader outfit. It's so sexy and it looks fabulous on me. You can't fix perfect, y'know," said Amanda opening the changing room door.

Victoria turned and saw that she still had on the black and red cheerleader outfit, but without the blood stains.

"So what did you do? Throw some magic on and make the stains disappear?"

Amanda shook her head. "No. I put on the clothes I'd picked, and then changed and molded them into a brand new outfit that looked like the old one, which I dematerialized by the way."

Victoria nodded approval, "Nice. Could I change now before your hex or whatever kind of spell wears off on me?"

"Oh, relax. You've got like an hour left before the magic starts to fade, but yeah, go ahead. I'm done." She stepped out and let her friend enter the room, closing the door behind her.

As Victoria changed into her new clothes, she thought about how the two of them were going to take revenge on the other three guys - John Hill, Wesley Northam, and Bruce Shelton - who'd collaboratively raped and murdered Amanda (in her previous life). They'd already killed Gary Locke in his own boarding room at Hellsbridge University campus. Amanda had told her that his three friends were also attending that institution and were boarding students as well. But now all the boys, including those three, would be extra careful not to bring girls into their rooms after what had happened an hour ago, plus some student's memory might click if they were seen there again too soon.

She came out of the change room and was about to ask Amanda about making her previous blood-stained clothes disappear and about how they were going to leave Val-Mart without paying because neither she nor Amanda had any cash on them, when she saw her friend standing very close to a man in his late forties, stroking the large bulge in his pants and massaging it with her right hand.

"Wow! You got a big one down there. Mmm. Tough meat. I like it."

He was smiling and gently stroking her left upper arm saying, "You like it? Maybe you could stop by my place when the wife and kids aren't around and you can have it all to yourself."

Amanda replied with a grin and seductive wink, "That would be fantastic. Give me your phone number and address."

Victoria coughed and cleared her throat to get her friend's attention. The response she got was a withering glare. Yikes!

She then pretended to be looking at other things.

When Amanda had gotten the information she wanted from the older man, she caressed his chin and let him go to the check out counter.

"Yes, what is it you want from me?" Amanda was looking at her sternly, but underneath she was happy because she'd gotten hold of big older cock.

"Er. I was wondering if you could make my crime clothes disappear," she pointed at the pile in the changing room. Amanda went in, closed the door, then came out a few seconds later.

"You made them vanish?"

"Yup. They vanished down my tummy."

"What? You ate my blood-stained skank clothes?"

"Yeah. They were a bit too fibery for me, but I got them down anyway."


"What else?"

"Er. How do we leave this place without paying? Do we kill everyone here and make a fast getaway?"

Amanda laughed and caressed her friend's cheek. "No, sweetie, we just destroy all the recorded image data they got from their cameras and then do a little more magic stuff to cloak us from watching eyes, whether they be man or machine."

With that, she took Victoria by the hand and made for the large entrance/exit. Before they left, they each took two thick chicken burgers and a bottle of soft drink from the fast food section (sex and murder can make anyone hungry and thirsty) and no one noticed them.


It was 7:37 p.m. and the two girls were less than a mile away from the Shannon residence, traveling on foot.

"My mother will bite my head off for staying out this late. But that would be nothing compared to what she'd do if she found out what I was doing all this time," Victoria said.

"Well, we should keep that stuff to ourselves, 'cause if not, you'll have to tell them about me and all the resurrecting and magic stuff that you've been getting into. That would land you in a whole lot more trouble as well," said Amanda.

"What about all these magic powers you've got? Where did you get them from? Are you hooked up with some demons? If yes, how much do they charge you for their labor?"

"Whoa, girl, easy! Firstly, I think I got these powers by mistake. Some dark force must've tripped up when you resurrected me and I ended up getting yoked with this stuff. Secondly, I don't know if I'm hooked up with demons or not, and I haven't been in touch with any of them, so I don't know if they're aware of my using magic. Maybe I'll get some attention soon. Thirdly, how'd you know about demonic manual labor?" Amanda gave her pal an inquiring look. "Did that demon tell you something about the spirit realm?"

"Yeah, before he fucked me bad. He explained about magic used like the phone company to call up demons to do dirty work for human beings in order to accomplish tasks for them."

Amanda nodded her head and said, "He wasn't lying to you because that is completely true. Magic is one of the ways the Devil keeps certain humans under his control. If I go deeper than that, both our heads will explode." Amanda erupted into a high pitch laugh.

When they got close to the house, Amanda told Victoria to wait so that she could go and drop something off for her. Victoria wondered what it was as her friend ran to her house and then came back after a minute.

"There. Now you can go through the front door without having to sneak through the window," said Amanda. She said goodnight to Victoria and quickly vanished from view.

Victoria entered her house to see her mother and father sitting on the couch and enjoying pop corn while watching a movie. They saw her enter and smiled at her.

"Your dinner's in the fridge if you want it," her mom told her.

"Thanks," she replied. Wow, they didn't ask where I had been and they didn't even frown at me. Amanda must've cast a spell or something. Awesome!

Her little sister was in the corner reading a book. She looked up from her reading and waved to her big sister. "Hi!"


Victoria took a nice long shower, then went to her room and collapsed onto the bed. She was fast asleep after nine seconds.


October 10 Friday. Victoria went to school feeling like a million bucks. That was funny because the night before, she'd been an accessory to murder.

At 9:05 a.m. she was in Literature class with Mr. Prasse. He was a man in his forties, with premature white hair and a bald spot on top of his head. He wore glasses and had a hawkbeak-shaped nose. He wouldn't be described as sexy by anyone, rather he was below average as far as beauty was concerned.

Victoria must've zoned out because he pretended to cough loudly and called her name - it seemed - for the second time.

"Miss Shannon, could you tell me what I just told the class a minute ago?"

Victoria looked around and saw expectant looks on her classmates' faces.

"Mr. Prasse, I was out of it for a while there. But I respect your class and I do have some interest in Literature, though not as much as you'd want me to have. Also, I think you're cool and I definitely have a crush on you, but I won't let that affect my studies and I know it won't affect you because you're really professional with what you do."

Having said that, she opened her mouth slightly, just enough so he could see, and rolled her tongue inside her mouth sensuously giving him a look of unmistakable sexual intent.

The entire class was shocked and some giggled, but Mr. Prasse was most affected by Victoria's words and the sexual provokation she performed with her mouth. Should he be reporting her to the principal or be taking what she said as a complement?

He took a seat immediately because he felt a major hard-on coming on. This nubile teen was no ugly Betty and she'd just told him that she had a crush on him. Damn, he really hoped none of the students were looking at his pelvis right now because there was a tent there. He had to fidget a little to get his erection tucked down between his thighs. There we go, he thought. Phew! Close one.

At 11:02 a.m. Victoria was heading back to her Geometry class from the girl's bathroom when Amanda ambushed her by dropping down on her from the ceiling.

"Aaah!" Victoria screamed.

"Shhhh! Are you trying to alert the whole school about me, a dead girl?"

"Sorry. What are you doing here, scaring me out of my pants?"

"Girl, you're wearing a mini skirt and a really mini one at that."

"I don't care. What do you want?"

"That's not a tone to be taking with your friend."

"I don't mean to... it's just that I'm on my way to Geometry class."

"Geometry class can wait. I know where two of our targets are going to be soon. Come with me now and we'll reach the destination before they do and work it out from there."

Victoria thought about it. "Er. Uh. Hmm. Fine, let's go."


It was 11:40 a.m. when Wesley Northam and Bruce Shelton parked their cars side by side in the parking lot. Both young men got out of their cars and made their way to the nearby social club named Depravity. This was their favorite place to hang out. The owners of the club could not have given the place a better name.

"Damn," said Wesley after they had paid the entry fee and emerged from the winding entrance hallway. He always said that word on entering the club because Depravity was always nuts with the owners thinking up new ways to lower the standards of decency and morality.

Today there was a horse inside the club with two women standing under it, one sucking its large penis and the other sucking its big balls; a whole bunch of women were standing in line and dancing to the strange techno music while waiting their turn.

Bruce felt his growing erection reach rock solidity as he looked upon the bestiality. "Hell, yeah. Those women are beyond bad."

The horse whinied and shifted its footing a bit as its ejeculation was set to course through its penis. The woman sucking its dick raised her fist in triumph and eagerly sucked with her mouth and jerked with her hand on the big horse cock as she sensed the cum being released. A huge gush of white and clear fluid exploded into her mouth and filled it completely causing excess cum to pour down her chin onto the smooth floor, which had been carpetted with straw for the horse.

She valiantly tried to swallow it all, but couldn't. The woman sucking the horse's balls moved in and the one who'd gotten first shot moved away to let her have some.

With cum dripping down her face, the first woman squeezed the horse's balls and jerked its shaft, coaxing more cum out of the horse's cock for the other woman. Once she had her fill, she nodded to the other women in line, announcing that this horse's cum was really good.

Bruce had his dick out and was masturbating to that scene with a lustful look in his eyes. He ejeculated and was wiping his dick with his hankerchief when he felt Wesley tug his shirt saying, "Hey, man, look over there. You see those two chicks? I think they've been checkin' us out ever since we got in here. Wanna go over and say hi?"

"They look like teenagers, but, hey, the younger the better!"

The two men chuckled and made their way over to the lounge area where the two girls were eyeing them hungrily.

The lounge area had the usual suspects seated down and dirty. Wesley and Bruce walked past a couple making out to their left, the woman removing her shirt and exposing a red polyester bra containing well-formed breasts. She would take the bra off too. To their right, a man was sitting across from a woman lying on the leather lounge cushion. He watched and masturbated as a white and black-spotted dog fucked the woman's pussy in the missionary position. "Woof woof," it said and gave a low growl of pleasure. The man encouraged the dog, "That's it, Sam. Good dog. Fuck mommy real good now. Yeah, there we go. Yeah, good dog." The woman moaned and parted her pussy lips as the dog pushed its thick red penis deeper inside her and humped it madly. The canine whined with animal lust as it fucked its owner.

Before they reached the specific lounge where the two girls were, Bruce and Wesley heard, "Oh Daddy, happy fifty first birthday! I love you! Oh fuck me, daddy!! Fuck your little girl!!" A blonde teenage girl wearing nothing but a tight-fitting white shirt that had "Daddy's 51st Birthday Present Forever" printed in large block red letters was riding her father's cock. He was sitting up against a lounge with a birthday hat on his head and nothing else but his birthday suit (naked body) on. His daughter's shirt had a large oval cut in the front chest part so her lovely round tits bounced in full exposure facing him as she actively pumped herself full of his cock. She rode hard and grabbed her ass so she could ram her pussy harder on her father's cock.

"Oh yes, sweetheart! You'll always be my princess," said the birthday man.

Bruce and Wesley seated themselves on opposite sides of the girls when they reached their lounge table.

"We've never seen you gorgeous girls here before. We're regulars at this place."

The four of them shook hands.

"Yeah we're new here. It's a nice place - really crazy and wild, just the way we like it," responded Amanda.

"What are your names?" Victoria asked the boys, giving them her best teenaged girl smile.

Bruce answered, "I'm Bruce Shelton and this is my friend, Wesley Northam."

"Nice to meet you, guys. I'm Victoria and this is my friend and fuck buddy, Mindy"

"Fuck buddy?" said Wesley excited.

"Yeah, we hang out a lot and things get out of hand sometimes so we end up kissing, sucking, and finger-fucking each other." The way Victoria said it was so casual, but she'd hit the right chord with the two young men. They both got instant erections.

"Oh, Vicky, I think you just woke up a couple of other fellows," Amanda said in a concerned voice, oggling the two bulges in Bruce and Wesley's pants, which meant two very eager cocks wanted some action.

Amanda said, "First up, why don't you boys prime up your 'cannons' while watching me and Vicky here do a little something."

"Sure," said the two guys.

Amanda unzipped Bruce's pants and pulled out his hard cock. She gripped it and smiled at him, then sat on the table they were sitting around, facing them.

Victoria unzipped Wesley and released his throbbing penis, gently stroking it before going to Amanda.

Pulling up her cheerleader skirt, Amanda showed the guys that she had no panties underneath so they could see her wet pussy. Wesley and Bruce grabbed their dicks like joysticks and began jerking off. Victoria put her hand down her shirt and pulled out a 30 inch-long green and yellow-spotted snake. Both guys jumped back in their seats in shock and fear.

"Don't worry. It won't bite. Besides, this isn't for you. It's for Mindy."

Amanda smiled seductively at the two guys, who regained control of their wits and wondered what she was going to do with it.

Victoria told Amanda, "Open your legs, you slut! Snakey wants in!"

Bruce and Wesley exchanged expressions of shock. Amanda smiled slyly at them and then opened her beautiful legs, her wet pussy so inviting. Victoria, holding the snake in both hands, lowered it to the table and let it slither out of her hands bit by bit. The snake hissed as it winded its way toward the junction of Amanda's legs. Bruce and Wesley leaned in closer, wondering if she would actually let the snake into her cunt or if the snake was even trained to do such a thing.

The snake's head penetrated Amanda's soft wet pussy and continued to slither the rest of itself inside her. Seeing and hearing the sound of reptilian skin rubbing against and sliding through her vagina, Bruce and Wesley went into overdrive, jerking off on their cocks like crazy.

"Oh fuck, I don't believe this! Shit!" said Wesley, breaking into a sweat.

Bruce gasped for air as he mercilessly gave himself a handjob and moaned.

The snake continued to push the rest of its body into Amanda's vagina now that the head had already penetrated. Amanda leaned back a bit on the table with her hands and bit her lip and moaned with pleasure.

She told the two guys in a strained voice, "Mmmmnng!! It's like a really big long cock fucking me beyond my limits. Oh FUCK!!"

"Twenty more inches to go, Mindy," Victoria told her. She let go of the snake so the rest of its body was on the table surface. She pet the snake's slithering hide as it squirmed slowly in an effort to continue pushing itself into Amanda's pussy.

Victoria said in a concerned doctor voice, "Uhuh. Keep your legs wide open, Mindy." She helped her friend to part her legs further. Then she opened Amanda's cunt wider with three fingers from each hand. The snake slid in further and faster now.

"Aaah!! Mmmmmnnn!! Oh shit! Vicky!!" Amanda yelled as the snake was now two thirds of the way in.

"I need you guys to help me," said Victoria like she was in an emergency situation. "My hands are getting tired. Bruce, could you massage her tits really good, and Wesley, could you finger her pussy? As you guys do this, the snake will go in easier and it won't be as painful for Mindy."

Both men complied and set to do what they'd each been told.

Bruce pulled up Amanda's top until her bare breasts popped out from under it. He squeezed and massaged those cream-colored tits causing Amanda to give a satisfied moan.

Amanda said, "That's it, Bruce. Mmmmnnn."

Wesley pushed two fingers from each hand into Amanda's pussy to widen it for the snakes passage. Then he fingered the pussy, causing Amanda to cum, but the snake's body continued forward.

With her breasts getting massaged and her pussy fingered by two young men, Amanda watched the last bit of the snake's tail vanish into her crevice. Bruce continued to massage her tits, and Wesley continued to finger-fuck her pussy.

"Oh, Vicky," she gasped in short breaths. "You need to give these boys their just rewards for helping us with that awesome snake fuck.... and," her voice took on a deadly tone, "for what they did to me five years ago!"

Bruce and Wesley said "What?" in unison.

And that was the last word they both said because Victoria reached under the table and pulled out a machete and an axe, one weapon in each hand. She swung the machete in an horizontal swipe, efficiently decapitating Wesley. Then she lept up and onto the table, both feet on either side of Amanda's body, and brought the axe swiftly down on Bruce's head in a vertical motion, splitting his head all the way down to the base of his neck.

Blood shot out from Wesley's headless neck and his body collapsed onto the floor. Bruce's body fell head first onto Amanda, lying prone on the table. She pushed him off, but her face and upper body were now drenched in blood.

"Gross again!" said Victoria, happy that she'd only had a thin spray of red catch onto her face and shoulders.

Someone noticed Victoria's blood-spotted face and yelled, "Holy shit!! Blood!"

Someone else inquired, "Fake blood or real blood? You never know what you're gonna get in Depravity."

A woman screamed when she saw Amanda get off the table with a blood-soaked face and top. "Okay, sweatie, time to make our exit," Amanda said to Victoria.

Victoria pulled out another object from under the table. It was a small black pouch. She raised it abover her head and then let it drop. Puff. A large cool grey mist exploded from the pouch on the floor, quickly blocking all vision inside Depravity with an opaque grey. Victoria could hear people freaking out and bumping into objects and each other. The horse went nuts and screams of pain and panick could be heard from the women who were standing in line to suck its dick and swallow its cum.

Victoria stopped worrying once she felt a strong hand grip hers and soft lips press against hers in a quick intimate kiss.

"Let's get out of here," proposed Amanda.

"Yes, lets," agreed Victoria.

With Amanda holding Victoria's hand and leading the way, both girls slipped out the back door, making a fast, "clean" getaway.


Victoria was late for History class when she slipped into the classroom at 1:26 p.m. Of course, she was now cleaned up and wearing different clothes. After receiving a scolding from Mrs. Oswell, she sat down at an empty desk and wondered if Amanda had remembered to wipe off all the data from the video tapes or disks in Depravity before they'd made their escape. With that thought in her head, she couldn't sit still throughout the entire class period.

When the time came for them to move on to the next class, Victoria decided to skip it and go home since she'd only be a disturbance to the rest of her classmates with all her fidgeting from worrying about visual evidence of her and Amanda's crime at the orgy club captured on video.


A surprise awaited Victoria when she arrived home at 2:45 p.m.

Her mother was in the living room talking to a man. He looked tough with muscles that wanted to burst out of his clothes, but had a calm air around him. Both looked up from the discussion they were having when Mrs. Shannon saw that her daughter had returned home from school earlier than usual.

"Oh, welcome back, Vicky. Uh, there's someone here to see you. John, I'd like you to meet my daughter Victoria. Vicky, this is John Hill, the owner of Depravity, that horrible club located on the bad side of town."

Victoria had a freaked out expression on her face when she said, "SHIT!!"

Her mother frowned at her. "Vicky, watch your mouth around other people!"

Victoria stuttered and said, "I meant like, shit, it's really great that I get to meet the owner of Depravity. I hear a lot about your club, sir. All the teacher's at my school totally recommend it to us students."

John looked confused for a brief moment. He said, "I need to talk to you, Victoria, about something very serious. Mrs. Shannon, if you want to hang around and listen, I'd appreciate it."

Mrs. Shannon replied, "Of course, if this concerns my daughter and it's serious, I definitely want to hear about it." She was also against the idea of leaving her daughter alone with a stranger.

Fuck! I'm gonna get busted! Victoria said to herself.

John asked, "Do you have a television and VCR around here? There's something I'd like to show both of you."

Mrs. Shannon pointed to the corner of the living room, "Over there."

John nodded appreciatively and went over to where the two requested things were, turning both devices on.

Wasn't this guy supposed to be a boarding student at Hellsbridge University? Victoria asked herself. How could he be the owner of a club? Crap! He's probably a co-owner or something and just got alerted about the incident in his free time. Thank you, Amanda, for not cleaning up after the crime!

After putting a tape in the VCR, John turned to the two women and raised his hands in caution, "Mrs. Shannon, before I play this tape, I need to forewarn you that the images are brutally violent and bloody."

Mrs. Shannon asked, "Then why are you showing this to - oh no!"

She looked at Victoria with a look of apprehension and fear on her face.

John asked her, "May I proceed?"

Mrs. Shannon swallowed, still looking at her daughter, then looked at John and nodded her head.

He hit the play button on the remote he now held in his hand. Victoria winced when she saw the her image in a mini-skirt and tank top appear on the screen beside that of Amanda. The picture quality was high definition. Damn! she thought.

Mrs. Shannon gasped when she saw her daughter on the screen. She placed a hand over her mouth to block anymore sounds of surprise that might come out of her as she watched.

John pointed to the television screen as he narrated. "This is my club, Depravity. The numbers on the top right corner of the screen tell the date and time when this footage was taken. That would be around noon today. And if I'm not mistaken, that's your daughter with a friend of hers. From the way they're sitting, they seem to be very intimate - possibly more than friends."

Did he practice this speech? Victoria asked herself. He sounds so cool and sure of himself. If Amanda was here she'd, she'd... Ah crap, she's not here to help me now. I'm on my own.

John hit the fast forward button and then hit the play button. "Okay," he said, "This is where it gets ugly."

Mrs. Shannon tensed herself while Victoria just stared at the screen like a zombie. The whole episode played out just like it had happened earlier that day, only this time, Victoria was looking at it as a third person via the video.

When the screen went dirty grey from the mist that came from the black pouch, John hit the stop button then ejected the tape. He took it out of the VCR and held it up in his hand. He said, "I can take this to the police or we can sort this little matter out here and now and we all walk away, nobody goes to prison."

Mrs. Shannon finally looked up from where she was staring at the blank screen and asked, "How?"

He smiled. "Your daughter's got a great body. She's young, and from watching the footage on this tape, certainly no stranger to sex. Basically, what I'm saying is -"

"You want some," Victoria finished for him. The expression on her face was that of pure hatred.

John said, "I'd do your mom - she's definitely a MILF - but I believe the child should be punished for her own crimes rather than have the parent take the punishment for her."

"Fine!" Victoria said. In her thoughts, she was thinking: I'll let this guy fuck me, no problem, then I'll pretend to go drink water in the kitchen because I'm thirsty, then I'll return with a kitchen knife and dice him up into tiny little pieces here in the living room. Of course, mom might have to go through therapy afterward, but I'm willing to make that sacrifice!

Victoria began determinedly stripping her clothes off as did John, who constantly looked her way to see her young teenaged naked body get revealed piece by juicy piece.

Mrs. Shannon sat in Mr. Shannon's easy chair and shook her head in disagreement with what was happening.

Victoria spoke as she took off her pants, "Mom, I need you to lock the front and back doors, and make sure Beth stays in her room."

Mrs. Shannon didn't respond for a few moments, as if she hadn't heard what her daughter had requested. But then she got up and locked both the front and back doors of the house and went to Beth's, her younger daughter's, room to give her a cup of milk (containing a dissolved sleeping pill) and a plate of cookies.

While Mrs. Shannon was in Beth's room, both Victoria and John had stripped completely naked.

Victoria went to stand in the middle of the living room where the softer carpet was and John followed. He said, "I know you don't like me and won't pretend to, as the hookers I screw everyday do, but one thing that is mandatory for you is this: be compliant and don't complain. Otherwise, I'll go to the police with that video and you'll go away for a very long time."

Victoria replied, "I don't have to pretend. You're no geeky whimp. I kinda' like you already." She stood next to him, pressing her ripe young body against his.

He chuckled, "Yeah, right."

He violently shoved her to the floor and stood over her, his cock rock hard and muscles rippling. She was sitting on her ass when her right leg got yanked up and he positioned is body at a right angle to hers so she was now laying on her side. With her right leg against his chest, he guided his cock into her pussy and fucked her sideways, pushing his raging hard-on deep into her. He thrust hard for five minutes before changing positions.

Next, John put Victoria on all fours and spanked her ass, leaving a deep pink mark on her ass cheek. She turned her head to look back at him and put out in a receptive manner. He said, "You know what? Maybe I do believe that you like me. I can tell. Your pussy isn't so resistant like a girl who doesn't want to get fucked."

"And how do you know what a resistant girl's pussy is like?"

"I once fucked a girl who didn't want to get fucked. That was a long time ago. But she ain't around to resist any more cock." He laughed. "She's probably getting fucked crazy in hell by a monster demon cock right now. Hah! Wish I could see that."

"Oh, you will! Only it won't be me you'll be seeing!"

John looked up to see Amanda dressed in a new Darkson High School cheerleader outfit, standing inches away from Victoria's smiling face.

Surprised, he exclaimed, "What the....!!" He recognized her. "You!!"

Her facial expression changed from anger to delight when she said, "Hi!"

Victoria rolled out of the way in a flash from between Amanda and John. As soon as Victoria was cleared, Amanda rushed forward and purposefully slid on the soft carpet. She came to a halt beside John and dug her demon clawed hand into his crotch.

"Aaarrghh!!" he screamed.

She viciously pulled back her hand, pulling out his entire crotch, strips of thigh flesh, colon, and chunks of ass cheek. Blood sprayed and poured onto the floor by the bucketfull. John's body hit the floor with a thud.

Mrs. Shannon burst out of Beth's room when she heard John's death scream. She entered the living room to see her daughter fully naked and embracing "Mindy." Then she saw the dead, torn, and bloody body of John Hill on the living room carpet and fainted.


What happened afterwards?

In non-chronological order:

Amanda had her revenge complete. Victoria suffered the consequences of missing out on a class. Mrs. Shannon went for therapy and found full psychological recovery. They cleaned up the house of the body, blood and guts. The video tape was destroyed. Mr. Shannon was never told about what had happened that afternoon and neither was Beth. Nobody - to be more specific, no human beings - but Victoria got to know about who "Mindy" (Amanda) really was. And lastly, Victoria and Amanda definitely got together frequently to have hot girl-on-girl sex, but they never labeled themselves as lesbians.



2015-05-17 20:06:06
Hi hubby, I've just read your piece here and I thoroughly enjoyed it, maybe thats because I love horror and the macabre, but more so that it was extremely well written. I do wish you had continued or made the "what happened afterwards" in to a second part, but I suppose that's being picky. I am biased but I'm also honest , I really loved it it was like watching a horror film in my minds eye, class. Luvs. Xx


2014-06-29 09:57:33
This story was not my normal cuppa, but it was extremely well written for its genre.
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