Carnival Demon's Harem - Chapter 1
Author's Note: This story contains elements of the following (not all in this chapter, but throughout the storyline): Abuse, Beastiality/Zoophilia, Rape, Pseudo-Rape, Double Penetration, Triple Penetration, Demons, Violence, MILF, Bondage, Slavery, BDSM, Lolis, Cubs, Love and Consensual Sex. If any of these are not your cup of tea, then I suggest you move on and find something tamer/rougher.
** While there are no furries in this part of the story, they are coming. This is a world where furries, humans, hybrids and demons all exist. This is the very beginning of the Carnival Demon's Harem. **
Written by the amazing duo of MasterAaran and Eirene, with the awesome editing talents of RuthofPern.
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Chapter 1.
The girl ran as if the Devil himself was on her heels, which in her case could very well be true. Only in her life, the Devil was her father. An abusive man, he beat his wife and daughter often, drank until he passed out, then woke up and beat them some more. The last few days, she had looked at the clock to see when he passed out, and again when he woke up. She only had that small window of time to run as far as she could, her short legs helping her steer around obstacles on the sidewalks and streets, then through the underbrush on the outskirts of town. Nothing would make her go back there...Not to that devil. She could be faced with a brutal serial killer and she would go with him before going back to that house.
Passing an area she thought he would consider the outer limits of where she'd gone, she slowed down, panting to catch her breath, but still moving. She wouldn't stop. Not now. Not when freedom was so close to her. She could almost taste it. A scent on the wind told her food was close by, and she veered off, heading towards the scent, her path taking her further still from that house. To hide from her father, should he be close on her heels, she had grabbed her black hooded sweatshirt, even though it was summer and the heat and humidity made it silly to wear one, and pulled it on, keeping her silver hair under the hood. With the moon out, it would reflect off her strands and call attention to her.
Stumbling into an open patch from the forest of trees, she spotted an older looking house, rather large, almost mansion in its size. In her young mind, it had to be a mansion...It was huge. Looking around, she saw no movement, but the appetizing scent was originating from inside that building, of that she was certain. Maybe it was some nice old couple who would take her in? She just hoped she wouldn't have to tell them her story. Forcing her legs to move once more, she mentally promised them a rest once they got inside. Getting to the door without any issues, she reached up and rang the doorbell.
Inside the mansion a lone man curses as he burns his sleeve on the stove, "Blast... never have to worry about that when I'm... ah well... If I'm gonna live in this world I might as well get used to it..." He stirred the pot of stew on the stove and sprinkled in the seasonings from the recipe book. He was dishing it out into a bowl when he heard the ringing gong of his doorbell. "Well I'll be damned..." He said, and then chuckled to himself as he wiped his hands on a towel and headed for the hall. Looking through the peephole, he saw no one, nothing but the dark of night, "Hmmm..." he muttered, his eyes flashing from a deep blue to brilliant red for a moment as he unbolted it and opened the portal. By the time it was open though, he looked like a normal young man, about 21 years of age, with dark shaggy hair. He was dressed in a casual pair of jeans and a t-shirt, "Hello?" He called, not looking down and seeing the young girl on his doorstep.
"I'm," the young girl reached out a hand, while trying to keep her arm covered, and gently tugged on his shirt, "Down here, Mister," she lisped through swollen lips, though she kept her face as covered as possible. "C...can you help me?" The way she kept herself covered, the furtive peeks to see if she was being followed, and the hesitant reach, all conveyed her desperate need for help, for a safe place to live without fear of being beaten and for a good meal every night. Until she could get inside, she wasn't lowering the hood either. She couldn't.
Looking down at the child in front of his door, the first thing that ran through Terry was surprise... then he was intrigued. He had watched and been around enough humans to know when they were frightened. He could sense it as well as see it. This young thing was terrified apparently, and she looked as if she needed help. He tilted his head and then a small smile flitted over his face, "Well... sure, come in. At least get out of the dark...I've got stew that I just finished..." He put a hand on her shoulder gently and let her come in, before peering out into the darkness and then shutting and bolting the door again.
At the mention of stew, her belly grumbled, and she ducked her head, trying hard not to flinch when he laid his hand on her shoulder, escorting her inside. The closing of the door and the solid thunk of the bolt as it slid home released the tension that had been the only thing holding her up. Her legs trembled as she stood there, and then gave out, letting her sink gracelessly to the floor in a small crumpled heap. As she collapsed, her hood flew back, revealing her silver hair and what looked to be a bruise across one cheek, leading down to her lips, which were split, bloody and swollen.
Terry barely contained a startled gasp. This little one was hurt, and badly hurt from the look of the bruise on her face and how she fell to the floor. He moved quickly to scoop her up in his arms, intent on seeing how badly she was hurt and fixing her up. How could he not help her? He held her gently against himself as he carried her into the living room of his home, snapping on the light with a nod of his head and a brief moment of concentration. She looked to be nearly passed out. She was quite the pretty thing though, small and innocent looking... but with an amazingly bright shock of silver hair which intrigued him. Her young body, as he cradled it in his arms, called to his lust and he longed to sate it, but he told himself to give it a bit longer, that she would probably be his tonight, "I can help you...heal you so you don't hurt any more..."
Not at all doubting that he could help her, she had only one question. "Where? Which hurt? My entire body hurts." She tried to take her sweatshirt off, but the pain was too much for her to bend her elbows much anymore. Even gritting her teeth wasn't helping her, since there was no real way for her to take her shirt off as he carried her into the living room.
He had to smile at the young girl's trusting nature, "Well, I can heal all of your hurts... but if I'm going to do that, I'm going to need to take your clothes off," he said, gently lying her on the couch and then crouching next to it. He put his hands at the hem of her sweatshirt and began lifting, getting it off of her small body. He didn't care how old she was really... he felt a desire to take her for his own... but if she let him that would make it so much easier.
She gritted her teeth as he took her clothes off, pain flaring through her little body. Below the fabric, he could see the bruises on her young body. Her ribs, stomach, chest, groin, arms and legs all sported bruises that he could see. Her back and ass had them as well; some fresh, but most in varying stages of healing. It looked like someone had been using her as a punching bag for a long time. The worst one appeared to be right between her legs and would most likely need more healing than the others. The little girl looked away, ashamed that he was seeing her like this.
He smiled at her as she blushed before looking away from him again, and he placed his hands gently on her shoulder, humming quietly as he moved his hands down. A soft glow emanated from his fingertips as he went. As he passed each bruise, it disappeared, along with the hurts that it caused. He finished her arms, and then moved to her face, putting a hand at the back of her head and turning her so that he could fix the bruise under her eye. From there he went down her chest, stopping to briefly rub her tiny nipples before moving down each leg. He lifted her legs then, and did her small ass, admiring her perfectly hairless butt and slit as he did so, watching how the inner folds of her tiny cunny flexed. He healed that and then when he was done spread her legs wide, "I have to do more to this one down here."
Feeling the bruises going away, even her split lip healing and going back to normal, and the pain she felt fading from her body with the bruises, relaxed the little girl. Her defences crumpled in the face of his kindness, and she just gave a nod as he mentioned healing her even more. Her little nipples had hardened when he'd rubbed them, giving him the hint that she might like more.
Indeed he had noticed her nipples hardening under his rubbing, and that was a bit surprising for one so young, not that he would argue. He held her legs apart with his hands, and instead of using them, he leaned his head down and placed a ginger lick along her tiny slit, from bottom to top and then out in both directions, covering the bruise with his tongue. It began to heal, but he didn't stop, applying more force and pushing his tongue between the folds to taste her, his lust increasing as he went along.
Her eyes widened as his tongue slid over her slit, even parting the outer folds to delve deeper. She quivered, feeling strange as he did this but the hurts faded, pain changing to pleasure as his tongue found every little nook and cranny of her sex. As he found her opening, he could tell by the tightness of it that that particular pain was his to inflict upon her.
Whoever it had been that had beaten her may have abused her outwardly, but they had not gone so far as to sexually abuse her. That was good for him; she would be his first conquest here. In reality, his first conquest that was this young, though he had been playing around for quite a while. Her virginity would be his, but whereas she was terrified of whomever she had been running from, she had come to him voluntarily. Perhaps he could train her, hide her, and protect her. He would have to think about that. Now though he concentrated on her slit, feeling her quiver as he tasted her skin. His agile tongue darted here and there, before snapping back into his mouth and he looked up at her, slipping one hand down to caress her slit. "Feel better?" he asked quietly.
Gasping softly, her body shook from the pleasure that was coursing through her from his skilled tongue licking her core, flicking gently against her walls. The beginnings of a prepubescent lust and desire filled her eyes and she couldn't think straight, her mind clouded by the new sensations racing through her. Her confusion was evident as she nodded and said, "No," at the same time.
He chuckled softly at her answer, as she clearly didn't even know what she wanted or felt herself. That was alright though. She would learn later that this was good. He smiled and caressed her sex once more, slipping a finger between her tiny folds. "Come on now, all your bruises are healed. Doesn't this feel good?" he asked, pushing a gentle finger across her tiny hole, while the other reached down and slowly began to unbutton and unzip his pants.
She nodded, her hips lifting against his hand, the pleasure flaring inside her as he kept touching her. "Feels good...No...Feels great. But also...Feels like something's missing. I don't know what it could be though." Her hole opened a little at the gentle pushing, allowing his finger to slip inside her before closing up around him, gripping him tightly.
He smiled at her and lifted an eyebrow. This was unexpected. How could a girl so young...? He smiled to himself. What the hell did it matter? "There is something missing dear. Let me show you what it is," he said, actually enjoying this slow pace he was opting to take. It would make his claiming of her virginity all the more pleasurable, especially since she seemed to be wanting it, even if she didn't know why. After all, why fight for something when it will be given to you? And she didn't need to be abused physically any more.
Her father had scarred her mentally, physically and emotionally, but for some reason, she felt safe with him. For the rest of her life, she would be terrified of any male other than him. He was the only one who had been nice and caring towards her, he had healed her wounds somehow. And now, he was going to show her what was missing from the pleasure she was feeling from his hand and tongue. Looking at him with trust in her eyes and her heart on her metaphorical sleeve, she nodded. "Please," she whispered, somehow feeling that a whisper fit the mood between them better her normal volume voice.
Terry nodded. "I will, don't worry." He took his hand off of her sex and stood, hurriedly removing his shoes and pushing his pants down. He took them off, then his shirt and finally his undershirt and boxers. When he was naked, his dick bounced around proudly, quite large, very sleek looking and 'ready'. He knelt in front of her on his knees, leaning over to stroke her silver hair, still marvelling at its unusual colour. She was a special little girl, he could tell. He stared into her eyes, willing her to be ready to accept this, but for some reason he felt nothing that told him it was effective. He frowned, tried again, but still nothing happened. Shrugging, he smiled so as not to scare her, and put a hand on each of her knees, "This thing between my legs is called a penis, a dick or a cock depending on the context in which it is used. This is what's missing from your perfect baby slit, love."
She looked at his cock, so proud and large, and then up at him. "How can that fit into my slit? And it's not a baby slit, I'm six, almost seven," she said, proudly, the beatings not having taken everything from her. Her eyes again drifted to his cock and she stared, almost mesmerized by how it bounced and stood proudly in front of him, almost like a pointer. And it was pointed right between her legs, where her father had kicked her. The pain of his kicks though, was gone, and just the ache to be filled resided there.
He laughed lightly and nodded once again. "My mistake, sorry; you're a big girl. It may hurt a bit at first, but I promise you that the pain will go away, just like the others that I healed. You will feel whole and complete after though...Not like there is something missing anymore." He smiled at her, leaned down to kiss her gently on the forehead to reinforce his words. His cock continued to bounce with each movement, and with his motions, it was now only inches from her slit.
She smiled as he kissed her, feeling safe again, and strangely pleased that he warned her that it might hurt, but reassuring her that the pain would fade with his attentions. Her eyes once more moved to his cock, and while still staring at it, watching how it moved with him, she whispered again, "Will you put your cock in my slit and make me feel whole?"
Such naughty words coming from such an innocent little girl... What better way than to turn her innocence to his advantage. She was the perfect little one to corrupt and turn into a cock hungry slut, begging him for his cock.
"Yes I will my dear. But first, tell me what your name is," he said, smiling down at her and caressing her cheek. Whatever it was about this girl that drew him to her, he didn't know, or why fortune should smile so greatly on him to bring across his path a girl that needed help and was also willing to be taught. He shook his head in amazement and kissed her once more, leaning forward to rub the tip of his cock against her slit.
Her eyes drifted up to meet his and she whispered, "Kristie... Kristie Williams." Feeling his cock rubbing against her slit, a low gasp slipped from her and her eyes again slid down, watching his cock as it stroked gently against her entrance, carefully easing her outer lips apart, but not entering her yet. She was mesmerized by the thick cock that was about to make her whole and it showed, not just in her quick distractions by what it did, but by her full attention going to his hard prick.
Her father was well known around town as a mean drunk, and everyone knew he beat his wife and daughter, but no one had done anything to help either female out of the situation they found themselves in with him. It was almost as if no one in the town cared about the Williams' females.
"Kristie... a nice name..." he whispered back, thinking though that he may actually change it at some point. His entire attitude about her had changed. While he had never really planned to brutally rape her, he was most certain he wouldn't now. Not after he saw her condition, and how happy she was to please him, how curious and innocent she was. Even how needy she looked for his shaft. He rubbed his tip at her entrance a few more times gently, and then pushed a bit, letting her get used to that sensation before pushing harder. His hands went to her sides, and held her in place while looking into her eyes.
The silver-haired girl quivered as she felt him rubbing against her and then gently pushing towards her. The push only sent his tip past her lips, giving her time to get used to him right at her entrance, poised to deflower the innocent little girl. She lifted her hips slightly, signalling that she was ready. She wanted to be whole, and if that meant taking his large member into her tight hole, she would. For him, she would do anything, go anywhere, and be whatever he wanted her to be. He was her safe haven in the world. Slowly she lifted her eyes, her nearly violet blue hues drawing him into her soul, his claim about to be staked there for all eternity. "What's your name?" she whispered.
"My real name is Terrus," he said with a small smile, "But everyone calls me Terry. Why don't you do too?" He winked at her and held her steady, with his cock just inside her tiny opening until she moved her hips, nearly begging him to push it further inside. He obeyed that call, pushing gently until he stood at the door to her inner sanctum, and with a jerking motion, broke it down. She was so tight inside that immediately after, he had to pause, even if he was going to anyway, for she was nearly too tight for him to pass.
A single scream of pain ripped from her as he breached her inner sanctum, his cock stretching her tight walls after taking her virginity, which she had freely given him. A strange feeling washed over her as he held still, almost like their lives were being entwined together by Fate or one of her other sisters. A single tear fell from her eye, caused by the sudden flare of pain, which, true to his word was fading as he held still, letting her relax under him. Slowly her walls released their death grip on his dick, and she whispered, "Thank you." His other words were holding true as well. With him inside her, she did feel whole, complete.
Terry held still as she screamed, not shifting to cause her more pain, only holding her gently and being patient. When she whispered to him, he nodded and bent low to kiss the tear away that was running down her cheek. With that done, he felt her wiggle under him, and he began pushing more of himself into her. It was almost painful, but her six year old pussy was juicing up quite nicely, and he was able to inch his way in... Bit by bit.
The slow, gentle pushing made her moan softly, liking the feel of his cock sliding into her tight young body. Wondering if it would help, she lifted her legs some, slipping them around his waist, which brought the angle to push into her at up, as well as helping to loosen her walls a little more. She didn't want to hurt him when he had done everything he could to make sure she felt as little pain for her first time as possible, even removing all her earlier pains. With a quick turn of her head, she kissed his cheek as he kissed her tear, the small salty droplet of water sitting on his lips.
He felt her lips brush against his cheek and he smiled. That was the first time he had ever been kissed, and for a moment he looked at her strangely. She had done that of her own free will, and he suddenly realized that she was becoming very attached to him. He had 'saved' her in her mind, and while he actually had, he hadn't thought of it that way. Now that he did, he was able to smile more freely. He felt her wrapping her legs around him tightly, and he pushed into her until at last he hit her tiny cervix, embedded himself against it and smiling. "There we go Kristie. Now, the real fun begins."
She looked up at him, feeling him pressing against her cervix, but not hard, just enough to let her know he was there. The slight pressure sent a twinge through her, not quite pain, not yet, at least. "That makes me feel funny. It doesn't hurt, but it feels like it could. If you pushed deeper, would it hurt?" Her deep violet-blue eyes looked into his, and she leaned up, kissing his lips softly, just because she wanted to. "I don't want any more pain...Not right now please. I want to feel good, like you said I would. And while this feels good, I have a feeling like there's still more to it."
"It might hurt if I pushed further, Kristie, but I won't. "He smiled down at her, looking into her deep pools of violet-blue that stared up at him. He kissed her lightly again. "You'll feel very good, just wait and see," he said, looking at where his cock was disappearing into her little cunt. He could see the faint outline of his member in her skin, where it was stretched around him because he was so large. It was true that he wasn't fully inside her, but if he tried to go there, it would certainly cause her pain. That would wait for another time. He slowly and surely began to pull out of her, running the length of his cock out of her tiny pussy as easily as he had pushed in.
Kristie nodded, a smile, the first one he'd seen, crossing her face momentarily. It was like her entire body lit up with that smile, and he felt her relax even more. As he pulled out of her, a soft gasp slipped from her, the slight friction of his shaft sliding against her walls sending a wave of pleasure rolling through her little body. "Oooohhh..." she moaned softly, her eyes lighting up in wonder. "Can you do that again?"
"Yes, my dear," he cooed to her gently, "I will. This is what we call fucking," he whispered. "If you like it, we will do it a lot!" He winked at her, then began pushing his cock back again, going slowly to ease her into the process, though he realized that even with as tight as she was, she was enjoying it completely and totally. He rubbed at her little nipples gently as he pushed in, feeling her quiver and hearing her moan.
Another moan slipped from her as he slid back into her and another wave of pleasure rolled through her, making her shudder under him. "It feels so good. I want to do this often...At least once a day." She didn't know how often he would want her, nor did she know that what they were doing was illegal in most of the world. She just knew that she was safe with him, and he was making her feel good. Her little nipples hardened under his fingers, pointing up at him from her flat chest.
Terry laughed lightly, knowing that in her he had found a true submissive girl that would be his for a long time to come. "Kristie, we can do this many more times than just once a day," he said, smiling at her, and leaned over to suckle on one of her nipples for a moment as he slowly picked up his pace, pushing and pulling his cock into and out of her little cunny, watching her skin flex and feeling her gasp and whimper and shift under him.
The girl's silver hair was soon soaked with sweat as he moved in her, yet it didn't get dull as most girls' hair would. Instead, it stayed just as shiny and alluring as it was when he first saw her. Her back arched as his mouth found her nipple and he suckled, a jolt of pleasure shooting straight down to her soaked cunny and making her walls clench involuntarily around his length. Never in her life had she imagined anything making her feel like this, so safe, so protected...So loved. Soft cries slipped from her, all telling him she was more than just enjoying what they were doing.
His own heightening senses caught every whiff of her arousal, every shift of her body and every time her cunt clenched. His suckling on her baby-nipple caused her to squirm so deliciously that he did it again, and then switched to the other one. His hands slipped from her sides to her little ass, squeezing her butt gently as he fucked her. Somehow he felt a connection growing between them. She was clinging to him in such a way as to say that she would stay that way forever, that she would be his if only he would protect and love her.
The silver haired little girl moaned as his mouth moved from one nipple to the other, her body trembling as the pleasure built inside her, growing larger, stronger. She was almost afraid to let go, for fear that she would never find this contentment, this happiness, this... love... again. Her walls tightened around him, trying to keep him from driving her over the edge, not understanding that her climax would seal the two of them together, in bonds stronger than any earthly bond could.
All that her frantic tightening of her walls did was to increase his pleasure and surely the pleasure that she felt. He didn't slow his pace, keeping up the fucking motion while he suckled on her nipples. She was a beautiful little girl, and little did she know that as she gave into him, they would become more entwined with each other. He looked up at her gently quivering chin, and then gently claimed her mouth with his, looking into her eyes as he hilted himself with a groan, knowing he was very close. The next thrust was wonderful agony, and then it happened.
The feel of his cock throbbing inside her tight cunt was all that she needed. A scream ripped from her, swallowed by his mouth as he kissed her, her orgasm taking over as a single tear fell from her eye again. She tumbled from the pinnacle of her climax, her body bucking against his as she came hard; her young juices coating his cock and mixing with his cum as he filled her.
He clamped his eyes shut as he came, spurt after spurt. He hadn't felt an orgasm like that in a long while. Something was different about her, besides the obvious fact that she was only six and that she was tighter than fuck. He pulled back from the kiss and pressed another to her forehead, and then ran a hand through her hair as her body shook on the end of his cock. When he was done spraying her walls, he didn't pull out. Instead, he just looked down at her, "See, I told you, you would like it!" he uttered quietly.
Kristie panted her eyes wide and glazed from her first orgasm ever. Her arms slipped around him, holding him to her, not wanting to let go, fearful that the pleasure and contentment and love she'd found would disappear if she did. When she could talk again, she looked up at him, wonder and bliss in her eyes. "Will it be like that always...Or just this one time?"
Terry smiled at her, finding an amazing look in her eye when she stared back. He saw things that he wouldn't have expected from a girl that he had essentially raped within an hour of bringing her into his home. She was staring at him as if he was the most wonderful person in the world. He put both arms around her and stroked her head. "It will be like that every time, baby," he kissed her on the forehead and hugged her gently. "I'm glad you liked it. Who hurt you before?"
The little girl trembled remembering her pains, then snuggled against Terry. He wouldn't hurt her, she knew it. He'd be her protector and lover. "My father," she whispered, "He beats me and Mommy both. Mommy tried to keep him from hitting me, but he hit both of us and he had strange looks in his eyes when he looked at me. He scared me."
The Demonic Human bristled at her words. How could anyone beat a girl like this; and her mother as well? That set his mind to thinking. Soon this man would pay for what he had done, Terry would see to that. It was too late now though. He let her snuggle against him, "Are you still hungry Kristie? Or are you tired enough to go to bed? I don't have another bed in the house, so you'll have to sleep with me, or on the couch." He picked her up and held her close to him.
"Hungry still, but not tired yet...and I'd rather sleep close to you. I don't want him finding me in a stranger's house and beating me yet again. Please, Terry. Can I sleep with you?" Her arms slipped up as he picked her up, sliding around his neck as she nuzzled him gently. Softly, she placed a kiss against his neck, whispering, "I love you, Terrus."