Demon's Little Whore
Excerpt from Book of Blue
by Blue

Her demon, as large as she is small, claws at her in her sleep. Her body yearns for him as much as she fights him, feelings that were previously unknown to her arise in her body. The warmth she feels from her loins up to her flat, tiny chest, embraces her in her dreams. Her long, brown hair, in tangled curls, wrap around her body as she turns restlessly in her bed. Night after endless night, she's preyed upon by her blue-eyed demon, with hands large enough to wrap around her small torso.

After consecutive weeks of these dreams, the girl finds the appearance of the demon to become more and more familiar. One night she notices the freckles dotted on his arms, darkest on his shoulders and lightly scattered on his face. She notices the way that his beard feels against her petite shoulder as he presses himself onto her body. She can feel his weight press against her, even as she wakes, and can feel her hands clench around his arms. But when she awakes, the little girl finds herself alone, grasping the thin air, shuddering. 

The perspiration prickles down her body, sticking her sheets to her pajamas as she gets out of bed to grab water from the bathroom and shake her of the feeling that someone, somewhere is watching her. As she drinks a glass of water she notices her pajamas clinging uncomfortably to her skin. If she goes back to bed naked, she fears, the demon will know and prey on her helpless body. She reaches into her dresser, pulling from it a pair of plain white panties and removing her sweat-soaked pajamas. 

After peeling the clothing from her skin, her body felt hot, and her exposed privates revealed the humiliation she felt. She ran her hands tenderly over her budding nipples as she removed her shorts, gently drawing her hand over her labia. The wetness of her vagina made her blush bright red, aware that her demon has unlocked a treasure that before remained unexplored.

The feeling of being watched again returned to the girl. Her heart beat into her throat, and she quickly put her legs through the holes of her underwear. She looked down at herself and pulled the underwear on, noticing that she was already causing them to become wet. Ashamed of her visible pleasure, she slid into the covers, hiding herself in sheets and brown locks of hair. 

As quickly as she had tucked herself into bed, the feeling of tingling soon returned to her body. Her toes and fingers felt numb, and her entire body unable to move. She looked to the ceiling, terrified, her heart audible throughout the entire room. She felt the presence of her demon at the foot of the bed and heard his loud, heavy breathing. After attempting to move her head, she found her gaze fixed to a particular tile in the ceiling, which warped as she felt her bed depress from the demon's weight.

A hand slowly moved along her immobilized leg, giving her goosebumps up to her pelvis, and stopped on her thigh. She heard the demon shift his body, his breath moving along her stomach as he kissed up along her torso. His hand slowly moved up her thigh and pushed aside her panties. He gently spread the lips of the labia apart and placed his fingers along her wet vagina. His breath trailed on her neck as he placed one more kiss, a disguised bite, firm enough to shoot pain down her body but gentle enough for her to become wetter beneath his hands. 

She attempted to move her limbs, anything to move from underneath the demon, panic rising up in her chest as he moved another hand to grab her hair in his hand. She could clearly see within her immobilized vision his clear, blue eyes and thick black brows. Her gaze was stuck within his as he moved his other hand away from her vagina, leaving a wet trail along her stomach and pausing by her neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. He pressed his torso against hers, and her body was overwhelmed with warmth. Her vagina tingled as something else embraced it. Resistance met the warm, fleshy cock that the demon pressed slowly into her while gently pulling her body down against him. 

She felt a surge of pain as her vagina stretched around the head of his penis, feeling his heartbeat throughout her. He pressed her face into his chest, the head of his cock entering fully into her vagina and causing the girl to want to yell out but with no avail. He then thrust the entire length into her, pressing his penis against her womb until an inch remained, and the resistance of her immobile body rendered it too difficult to press further. After pulling back and thrusting again, further, the girl found her muscles relax without her willing them to do so, and his cock entered fully, his balls pressing softly against her petite behind.

The demon did not stop, thrusting into her as the feeling returned to her limbs and a buzzing sound filled her ears. Her hands clenched and she pressed her eyes close as each surge of pain shot through her body. Her heartbeat resonated throughout the room as she attempted to scream, cry, anything to protest her painful intrusion, but not a peep came out.

She tried to push the demon away, kick at him, clench her vagina around him, but nothing stopped the freckled fiend from pushing into her, raping her until the buzzing overcame her senses and her body no longer felt her own. Her bedroom faded into the distance and she became the demon, became the pleasure that he felt. Her body warmed to his every thrust and she wrapped her arms around him. Her body twitched as he pushed into her, and her hips pushed back into his cock. He put a hand against her head and thrust, sending warmth through her vagina all the way to her nipples. The sensation made her feel as if she was floating, her petite body becoming nothing against him, and convulsing uncontrollably. Tears emerged from her eyes and his eyes met hers, his convulsions meeting hers, as wetness poured into her body. They tenderly held each other, their bodies eternally mating, but still, until he pushed himself up off of the bed and out of the little girl's body. She protested, hanging onto him, clinging onto his arm and crying, feeling the weight from her body drained. Her vision started to fade to black as her body again returned to its immobile position on the bed, her will failing her once again. 

The morning met her with a different kind of pain, the pain of longing and loss. Without the weight of her demon upon her, the little girl pondered the lacking feeling in her underwear. She ran her fingers along the inside of her underwear, finding herself sticky, and returned again to the bathroom where her own reflection had her feel an immense feeling of loneliness and tears once again poured from her eyes. 

Her day was not without thoughts of her demon as she saw him in every adult male that she encountered that day. Her teachers at school seemed to have an erotic air, and the plain men on the bus seemed to have secrets that she wished to share together. Every moment that the little girl looked at a tall, handsome man, her body remembered the sensation that the demon brought to her, and by the time she had returned home she was shaking, unable to overcome the feeling of her body yearning for attention.

That night the little girl went to bed wearing the same white underwear as the night before, hoping for more affection from her personal demon. However, as her body tingled and became immobilized, she found that the demon was not in her room, but rather in her mind, talking to her in a soothing yet fatherly tone.

He told her about the men on the bus who wished so badly to meet little girls like her, about her single father who was lonely and thought she reminded him so of his late wife. He told her about the school teachers who thought her brown curls and long limbs charming, and the neighbors who secretly glanced at her when she had her blinds open as she changed. The demon told her that she must please the men, for that is the only way that she will not feel lonely again, and her heart filled with worry that the demon would again leave her. 

As she awoke the early the next morning she found herself in an even lonelier state than before, wishing so dearly for any sort of affection. Her loins were so warm that she could not sleep, and with her body perspiring wildly, she threw on as little clothing as she could manage while staying modest. She threw on a little pink spaghetti-strap shirt with a black pleated skirt, and left her white underwear on; she wore them for good luck. With her heart beating loudly and without much thought, she threw on some flip-flops and set out into the dusk, alone. 

Her thoughts sent her on a walk towards the bus station where she would often get on the bus to go to her school. She had traveled there alone many times before, and knew many of the men there who commuted in the mornings. By the time she reached the bus stop, her pounding heart had calmed, for she was in a familiar place. The buses did not run frequently in the early morning, but many commuting men waited to catch their very first bus. She looked up at all of them, taking in their features and wondering what kind of secrets they held that they would tell a little girl like her. 

By the time she walked two laps around the bus station, she settled down by the restroom, feeling determined to head back home and call it a day. As she looked up at the signs she remembered what the demon told her about her duty to please a man. The men's and women's restroom met each other at opposing, open entrances that would be very easy for a child like her to plausibly confuse. Thus she took a risk and knowingly entered the men's restroom, entering a stall alone to calm her nerves. 

She watched men come into the restroom through the crack of the stall door and with excitement saw them pull down their pants to use the urinal. Her underwear again felt extremely warm as she reached down and felt herself, watching the handsome men come in one after another.

A tall man caught her attention, with thick arms and dark hair. He had freckles, much like her demon, and wore a collared shirt with rolled up sleeves. He walked with a very confident stride, and his eyes, like her demon, were an intense blue. She swore that the man would be able to hear her heartbeat, and did her best to hide herself on the seat so that he would not be able to tell that someone besides a man was in the restroom.

Her actions had unintended consequences as the man went over to the restroom to push open the door and the latch came open, revealing the little girl huddled on the toilet with her knees up to her chest. A blush spread across her cheeks as she looked up at the man, his pants already unzipped either out of habit or manner. The man opened his mouth as if to scold the girl, then had second thoughts and closed the door behind him. He took one glance at her soaked panties and a bulge grew in his pants.

The little girl, wasting no time to complete her orders, pulled down her panties and put her arms against the back of the toilet, exposing her behind to the man who had unwittingly walked in on her. her long, brown hair fell down over her back and she looked back at the man, who was frozen in place. 

Hesitantly, the girl opened her mouth as to say something, but her words caught once again in her throat, and for a second she thought she might have been dreaming. With renewed confidence, she stared back at the man, and listening for any other bodies in the restroom, decided that it was vacated.

"My demon told me I need to please a man." the girl said shyly, looking the commuter directly in the eyes. He pulled down his pants and his dick, fully erect, popped out of his boxers, leaking with pre-cum. He edged it closely towards the girl as she pushed against him, expecting and anticipating the pain that would be involved with losing her virginity. The head of his penis pressed into the girl's vagina as she let out a quiet yell, which was met by the man's hand pressing against her small mouth, muffling her. 

His other hand reached over to her hips, pulling her violently closer to him as he thrust into her without second thought, much more painfully than she would have imagined. The pain shot through her body and blood trickled down her legs and onto the toilet bowl. Her muffled yells were met by a hand placed firmly on her nose and mouth, the other hand around her neck as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of her, pressing directly into her womb. Her legs twitched and fell numb and her arms shook against the back of the toilet, her body feeling like an object and no longer like her own. The man quickly deposited his semen inside of her, filling her and letting it poor in a mixture of blood and semen down her legs, and choking her long after pulling his twitching cock out of her writhing vagina. Finally, he looked her in the eyes and kissed her, his tongue awkwardly reaching into her mouth, and left the stall with her covered in cum, wide open to whoever might walk into the restroom next.

The little girl panicked as she saw the man quickly run out and heard a group of men approaching and tried to reach the door but found the latch sticky and broken. She resorted to standing up and holding the door, fully aware that anyone looking at her semen-covered legs would be aware of her presence, but not ready for the consequences of another man walking in on her. Her body spurted semen out to her embarrassment as the men walked by, attracting the attention of the men who looked at her small, skinny legs.

One of the men boisterously pointed out her legs, an older man wearing loafers, while the others laughed. The girl was caught in her tracks, unable to move, as the men called her out. They teased her and humiliated her, calling her a slut and a tease, until finally she obliged and opened the door to the group of older gentlemen. The man in the loafers picked her up with a yelp and pulled her over the urinal, laughing, and taunted her with the thought of being dunked in his yet-unflushed piss. His friends laughed, and poked at her as tears fell down her face, his friends unzipping their pants and menacing the girl with their cocks.

The older gentleman held her to his hips as his penis pressed against her wet, white panties, and his older friends pressed her head down into the urinal, telling her she would get pissed on if she didn't drink up. She cried and tried to resist, which was met with even more dunking into the urinal. The older gentleman, growing extremely stiff at the spectacle, moved her panties aside and fucked her while holding her in the air. 

The girl moaned quietly in between being dunked in the urinal and being thrusted in the air, trying to suppress her enjoyment from the men who seemed to enjoy so much her tears and misery. She could not help that her body responded in such a way that each thrust filled her with warmth, and each penis that was laid upon her face and pissed upon her body made her squirm uncontrollably. Before she knew it, her body was quivering with pleasure, and the men were ejaculating over her defenseless body, sending her into an orgasm which rendered her unable to control the convulsing of her body and the older gentleman fucking her to fill her tiny pussy with cum.

After the men had their fun, they zipped up their pants and left the little girl there, cum streaked in her hair and on her clothing, piss dripping down her clothes and her body huddled in front of the urinal, shaking. In her half-awake state, the demon came to her, naked, kissed her on the lips and told her how good she was to have pleased so many men in one day and that she had exceeded his expectations. She no longer felt any shame for what she had done, for her demon had told her what a good girl she was, and she knew that she had no purpose in life but to continue her life as a demon's little whore.