Chapter 9

Rachel spent the day hanging out at the strange house she had stumbled upon the night before. She had no plan in mind, only a desire to avoid going home. The people living in the house, mostly older teens, were an odd bunch. They looked kind of scary, with punk or goth styles, but they were sympathetic, having their own stories of hard times.

Aside from Mercy and Marko, she didn't talk with many of the others, until she got invited into a D&D game. She knew about computer RPGs but thought that only real geeks sat around a table role playing. So she was hesitant to join in, preferring to sit and watch. Mercy sat with her and explained what was going on. "To a real gamer, computer RPGs are fast food; they can give you a fix but they just don't come close to the experience of a good live game."

Before long Rachel found that she was enjoying herself, laughing and carrying on like she had been friends with the gang for ever. Although the young girl didn't realize it, Mercy had a lot to do with making sure everything went smoothly. Rachel was happy to forget about the outside world, about school and home. Being caught up in a fantasy world full of trolls and treasures was exactly what she needed. That was half the reason why the house existed; to provide an escape for those who needed it. Of course there was a price to be paid in blood. The other reason for the house to exist was to provide a willing source of food for the little Princess.

Rachel hardly noticed the day pass, soon it was dark and she was felling sleepy. So she said good night and climbed the stairs to the room she shared with Mercy. As she got undressed Rachel thought about the strange dream she had, it seemed so real. Then she thought about how she had awakened, with her fingers slippery wet between Mercy's legs. Nothing had been said about it at all. Well almost nothing. When Rachel had asked if she could stay one more night, Mercy had replied "Of course you can, I think you help me to sleep better."

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Now as the old style clock on the wall struck midnight with a small "Tock" the 14yr old girl lay in bed listening to the various sounds in the house. There was music and talking some laughing and the squeaky sound of a bed being bounced on. Rachel closed her eyes, knowing that sleep would soon take her.

Then suddenly there was movement, something was climbing onto her bed. Rachel opened her eyes to see a small white face looking at her. The face was that of the young girl in the dream who had been having sex with her mother. The body was that of a 8yr old child but the eyes were that of a predator, green and ageless, looking deep into her sole. With a blink the intense gaze was gone, replaced by a happy youthful look in keeping with the rest of her appearance.

"Hello Rachel, Im just come from seeing your father, he is a naughty pervert, I kind of like him." The small delicate girl giggled.

"What? Who are you? What are you talking about?" Rachel stammered.

"Im Violet, this is my house. I listened to your story last night and tonight I went over to your house to see if it was true." The little girl explained things very calmly as she sat on the bed, her lace trimmed nightgown flowing around her. "I told your daddy that you had been babysitting me to make extra money. I told him how you had been teaching me all about sex; licking my little pussy and making me cum like a big girl. He seemed to like hearing all about that." Violet sucked on one of her small fingers. "Then I told him that I wished my father would fuck me the way he fucked you."

Rachel looked at the child sitting on the bed in front of her, horrified and speechless.

Violet giggled and continued "It was easy to get him to fuck me too. Your daddy is a naughty pervert, he was willing to do it with a strange little girl who showed up on his door step." The small girl gave her best innocent face, "I tried very hard to look as young as I could, do you think he believed I was six?"

Violet tossed herself onto her back then lifted her knees up, her dress fell open as she spread her tiny legs. "Before I knew it, I was naked and laying just like this, with your father's face pressed to my pussy."

Rachel couldn't resist looking between the young girl's legs. The light was dim but she could see the pinkness of Violet's hairless slit against her very white skin.

"He licked me for a few minutes, then got out his cock. I started to whimper and told him it was way too big. He liked that a lot." The evil young girl used two of her fingers to mimic the action, "He stuffed his thing right into my poor little cunt, forcing himself onto me, popping my cherry then fucking me till he filled my abused baby hole with his cum."

Rachel listened hypnotized as she watched the small child finger fuck her hairless hole. The little girl did look like she had spent the evening being stretched wide open. No one her age should be able to push a few fingers in so deep and so easily. Rachel was confused, the girl was talking about being sexually abused and used, with a smile.

"Then your daddy picked me up, his cock still half hard in my sticky cunt. He took me to your bed, every step make his cock jab into my tummy deeper and got him harder. He fucked me again, only this time he lasted much longer." Violet used her left hand to force all the fingers of her right hand up into her smooth wet cunt.

"He used my poor little pussy and then raped my ass. He fucked me till I screamed 'daddy your cock is going to kill me' then he started cumming" Violet gasped as she made herself cum, then she pulled her fingers from her own wet little cunt and licked them. "You can still taste his cum in me, if you want."

Rachel reached out to take hold of the child's shoulders. "Stop, just stop it, this cant be true. This cant be real."

"His emotions of lust were delicious, but I think your feelings of shock are even better." having said all that, Violet quickly pushed forward, crawling on top of the surprised young teenager. Rachel let out a small shriek before she fell silent. The little Princess sank her fangs into the neck of her house guest.

Chapter 10

Rachel knew she was dreaming, it just had to be a dream, the evil little girl had said the most disturbing things before she climbed onto Rachel and bit her neck. The odd mix of pain and pleasure was unreal. The logical part of Rachel's mind told her; you can toss this kid aside, she is no bigger than an 8 year old. But she had been helpless under the small body, hardly able to struggle at all. So it must be part of a dream.

Rachel knew it had been a dream but now she was not so sure what was going on. The sound of the bedroom door opening had awakened her, or so it seemed. But she could hardly move, her body felt so heavy, so tired. She watched as Mercy entered the room. The curvy, dark haired, older teen, started stripping her clothes off, then she looked towards the dark corner of the room. Sitting in a chair was that same evil child that had been in Rachel's dream. But she looked so sweet and innocent, a white lace nightdress and long golden hair. Could this still be part of the dream?

Mercy walked over to her little Princess, and leaned forward to give her a kiss. She knew full well about everything that had been going on that knight, what the Princess had done outside the house and what she did in the bed just a few moments ago. One glance at the naked girl laying on the bed confirmed Mercy's suspicions; the house guest would be staying for many more days.

Violet gave her favorite human a deep passionate kiss and reached up with both her small hands to fondle Mercy's ample breasts. From the vampire's point of view it seemed like only yesterday that the plump teenager had been her little doll. A dozen years had changed Violet not at all, her small breasts were just starting to blossom but would never grow. The princess rubbed and pulled on Mercy's nipples with great affection as they kissed.

The little Princess broke the kiss but held Mercy's nipples. "Lick her pussy, make her cum with your tongue, then return to kiss me again." She gave the command softly.

Rachel twitched but could do little more. Her body felt as heavy as lead.

Obediently Mercy stood up and stepped back to the foot of the bed, between Rachel's open legs. She climbed partly onto the bed and started licking with out hesitation. Lick, lick , lick all around the 14yr old's cunt. Then she pushed her tongue deeper between pink pussy lips. Lick, lick, lick, up and down her slippery slit. Rachel started moaning, enjoying the felling in spite of the strangeness of the situation.

When Rachel's orgasm washed over her it was the strangest feeling she ever had. A slow warm tingling that spread from her tummy to her toes. Not a strong hot horny explosion, but a long shiver of pleasure. Before she even realized it, Mercy was gone from between her legs and back over by the chair, kissing the evil little girl. As Rachel focused on them, the child put one hand atop the teenager's head and pushed her downward. At the same time she leaned back and lifted her nightdress.

The strange eyes of the child looked directly at Rachel, as the skillful teenage tongue began to work on her hairless pussy. Having just felt Mercy licking her cunt, Rachel could vividly imagine what the dark haired goth girl was doing to the bone white little body in the chair. As the sounds of licking and slurping became louder, the evil young girl began to smile, but her breathing never seemed to change. Until suddenly she grasped Mercy's head with both hands and thrust her hips frantically.

Violet came with out making a sound, with out blinking or taking her eyes off the guest that lay helpless a few feet away in the bed. She gave a silent gasp that showed off her fangs. Then it was done. The little Princess looked down at her favorite human and said; "Give Rachel a kiss, let her taste herself and me on your lips, then you may sleep."

Mercy stood up and stepped to the side of the bed. She looked into the wide confused eyes of her house guest, then kissed her. Rachel tried to move her hand to stop it; she tried to say "Wait, what is going on?" But it was useless, she must still be dreaming; so Rachel lay there in bed enjoying the dream of kissing Mercy. She was tender, loving and warm. Her kisses felt nice, her hands were gentle, her body soft. It was a dream now about nice sex, no more naughty perverted things.