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This describes sexual acts between children, which only end happily with the help of mind control (not explicitly stated).  I do not advocate attempting any of these acts.  However, I do advocate writing down any fantasys you may have of doing such acts and publishing them in appropriate places.

Monster In The Woods 1 - Clair Of The Heavens
by Eternal Night

The Wanderer

I woke up naked in my bed room in the house I'd shared with my father for most of my life.  It was warm, so I didn't get dressed immediately.  I made the bed and put my clothes on top of the covers, and then went out to pee.  It was a lot further to the bath room than I'd remembered.  After urinating, I noticed something odd about the bath tub and actually looked at it.  No wonder the layout was different.  The tub had been two feet by four feet in my house, but it was at least eight by eight feet here, and looked like it could hold water at least three feet deep.  The strangeness I'd noticed was that instead of a simple tub side, there were stair steps to help one get into the tub.

Once I started looking, I found more strangeness.  There were lots of bath toys in the bath room, and when I looked, I found more toys all over the house.  Looking outside, there were out door toys as well.  The yards were a little like I'd remembered them, but instead of ending at a street, they gradually turned into forest.  The back yard sloped down to a small river with forest on the other side.

I wondered why the house was outfitted so much for children where there were none, and where I was one of the last people one would want around children.  Then it occurred to me that I was just merrily assuming that there were none, so I went back to my room and got dressed in the short sleeved shirt and denim shorts I'd layed out there.  I noticed that I had keys, but no wallet or check book.  I had a Swiss army knife and pencil in one pocket as well.  I looked at the foot of my bed for my shoes, but found none.  Looking further, I found some summer clothing in a locked dresser, but not shoes or socks.  I did find a lot more toys in my room.

I realized that I was hungry, so I made something to eat.  (The fridge was well stocked.)  Then I checked down stairs, and found more toys.  There were no computers or TV, and also no books, except for blank sketchbooks.  On the other side of the basement, I found a roaring fire place, which I thought was strange.  There was also a passage that zigzagged into total darkness.  I found a flash light and found it reached a dead end, but I thought it would be the right place for a stairway further down.  I checked the appropriate wall for secret controls, but just found a slight bump at waist height in the center of the wall.  I was unable to get it to do anything.

As I went up stairs again, I heard a knock at the door.  When I checked it, I found a man dressed for hiking, including a large back pack.  He looked like he was in his mid twenties.  I opened the door and greeted him "Hi.  What brings you here?"

He answered "I just stumbled on your place.  I'm a wanderer."

I admitted "I just woke up here this morning.  I think I was far away before.  What's your name?"

He answered "I left it behind so I could travel further.  You can call me 'wanderer' if you like.  What should I call you?"

I answered "I'm..."  It took a moment to finish.  "...Lord Ian."  That couldn't be right.  I wasn't a lord.  Then I placed it.  "No that's my pen name."  It was short for "The Evil Overlord, Eternal Night"

He answered "A pen name's still a name.  It's even better than a name, 'cause you chose it yourself.  And I think you're the lord of this place.  It's a gingerbread house you've got here."

It was obvious after he told me.  The toys were bait!  I had the perfect set up to prey on children.  I responded "Damn!  I didn't choose to be a monster.  I don't want to be a monster."

He told me then "I've been around some, and I think you'd be better off just being a monster if you are one."

I answered "My victims won't."

He disagreed "I wouldn't count on that, and this conversation's getting long.  May I come in and sit down?"

I told him "You can put your boots by the door."  It just seemed right that people go bare foot in my house.  He put his back pack down and then tugged off his boots and removed his socks as well.

A few moments later, we were sitting down in the living room.  He told me of catholic priests beaten by people who'd fallen in love with them, girls who'd resisted their sexuality finding misery, and those who didn't finding things work out for them.  He told me "I've seen things work out that you wouldn't believe when people just trust themselves.  I actually saw a man come calling on a family and announce he was looking for a sex slave in her twenties who'd do his house work.  There was a fifteen year old girl there who insisted on trying it, and the last I saw of them, they had ten children and were still in love.  She even still looked like a teenager."

I exclaimed "Damn!"

He went on "This world's heaven if you let it be."

I answered "You mean like heaven."

He responded by asking "What did you do last night?"

It took a moment to remember.  "I fell asleep enjoying a clean breath of helium.  I guess this is the afterlife."  We sat in silence for a moment.  Then I suggested "Something's wrong here.  Why wouldn't people just not want slaves and victims?  How can there be enough people who want to be slaves and victims?"

He admitted "I have no idea about the first one.  As for the second, are you exactly like you were before you died?"

I answered "Of course not.  I can't even remember my name."  He responded that he'd thought so, and I continued "I think I'm happier now.  Also more in the moment."  Speaking of the moment, I realized "I'm hungry.  Want some lunch?"

We made sandwiches and then played with leggos for a time while he told me more stories.  He didn't mention any pedophiles, but he did make it clear that fighting ones sexuality was a really bad way to go.  He had quite a tale of misery before he'd admitted that he was gay and had left the people who wouldn't deal with it.  I mentioned the time I'd turned down a gay guy in college, thinking I'd have many other chances.

He answered "You don't have another chance yet.  I just came from an orgy and I'm not ready for more, but I don't get around by keeping my pants up.  If I see you again, you might get your chance."

Soon afterward, he felt a need to be on his way, and was off.  I wondered if I'd ever see him again.

The Starveling

I waited.  There were no books to read, but I started writing some porn about what might happen here if I caught a child and ignored my morals.  I realized that while a gingerbread house would catch hungry children, mine would catch bored children, who would probably have parents who'd object to their staying here.  I solved it in my story by letting the parents get lost in the woods.  I had a bubble bath that evening.  It was interesting how close to swimming that came.  There were no laundry facilities, so I just left my clothes on the floor.  I noticed in a mirror that I looked sixteen instead of the fifty years old I'd been when I died.  The next morning, the bath room (and the rest of the house) was perfectly clean again.

I didn't have to wait long.  Mid-morning on the second day, I heard a little knock at my door.  I opened it and saw a little girl in a dirty pink T shirt and a blue denim shorts.  She had beat up tennis shoes on with dirty pink socks.  Her hair was blond and her eyes were blue.  I guessed she was about six years old.  She asked "Can you help me?  I'm lost and I'm hungry."  She started crying.

I knelt down and told here "Come in.  I've got plenty to eat."  She came into my arms, so I picked her up and started stroking her dirty hair.  I asked her "How long have you been lost?"

She answered "Days."  A moment later she clarified "Four days."

After that much time, I figured she shouldn't try to eat too much right away.  I sat her down and poured her a small bowl of breakfast cereal.

She asked "That's all?"

I told her "You have to start small when you've been without food that long."

While she was eating, I decided that I could be on my best behavior till she'd recovered.  Then I'd at least tell her that I was a monster and let her run away.

She finished the cereal and then fell asleep at the table.  I carried her to a guest bed room that was the master bed room in my old house and lay her down there.  She woke up again some time after lunch, and I made her a sandwich.  After eating, she asked "Are you a monster?"

I answered "I'd meant to wait till you recovered before telling you, but yes.  I'm a monster."

To my surprise, she answered "Good."

I exclaimed "Good?  How can that be good?

She explained "They said I'd find a monster and he'd take care of me."

This was getting stranger and stranger.  I asked "Who said?"

She answered "The ghosts.  They said I'd find a monster and he'd take care of me.  If I want a fun life I can stay with the monster.  If I want a boring life, I can run away from the monster and a maid will take care of me."

I answered "You've been lost in the woods for four days and your still afraid of boredom?"

She nodded vigorously.

I told her "No wonder you found your way here."

Now that her hunger was temporarily satisfied, she turned to the toys.  She found a sketch book and some colored pencils and started drawing with them.  Then she started building with the leggos.  As she did, I talked to her and found she'd died when some gang tried to hold her family hostage and she'd tried to run away.  She asked if I knew how to get back to her home, and I told her that she was in another world and nobody had ever got from this world back to her own.  She asked if her family would come looking for her, and I told her they wouldn't because they didn't know about this world.  I also learned that her name was Clair.

She got hungry again at about the same time I did, so I made us spaghetti for supper and I wanted her to take a bath.  When she objected, I told her "There's bubble bath there.  You can pretend your a princess."  She had me start the water and put the bubble bath in, and then let me leave the bath room and close the door.  She emerged a time later looking much cleaner.  Even her clothes looked cleaner, though I knew she couldn't have done anything to wash them.  I commented on how beautiful she looked.

It was dark by then and I wanted to go to bed.  I decided I'd let her put herself to bed when she got tired, but she wanted to go to bed with me.  She told me she was scared of the monsters.  The fact that I was one didn't dissuade her.  I made her take her shoes and socks off before coming to bed and I slept with all my clothes on.  She let me stroke her hair as we fell asleep.

A few days passed during which she played with a lot of toys both inside and out of the house.  At one point, she asked me for a swimming suit so she could swim in the river, but of course I didn't have one.  She decided to swim in her panties, and I was strongly tempted to tell her she had to swim naked, but I resisted.  She tracked a lot of dirt into the house going in and out, but when we slept for the night, the place was always perfectly clean in the morning.

Meanwhile, I planed what I was going to do if she didn't want to go.  She already knew I was a monster and she'd been promised a life she considered boring if she ran away.  By then she'd admitted that the ghosts had said "normal" and not "boring."  I thought of telling her all about what I was, but I didn't want to.  I really wanted her to learn what I was through experience.  However, this made scaring her a bit harder.  In time, I settled on a plan.

The Plan

A day finally came in which she picked at her supper.  She told me she wasn't hungry, so I knew she'd recovered from her ordeal and it was time for me to start my plan.

The next morning, after breakfast, I told her "You do remember that I'm a monster."

She answered "Yes."

I told her "You've recovered from your days without food.  It's time for you to run away."

She answered "No.  I'm staying here."

I picked her up and sat her in a chair where her feet didn't reach the floor.  Then I untied her shoes and pulled them off.  I pulled her socks off after that, leaving her bare foot.  Then I took them to my lockable dresser and locked them away.

I told her "I'll give you your shoes any time you ask for them, so that you can run away.  As long as you stay with me, you'll go bare foot."

She answered "OK."  She sounded unimpressed.

I continued "Also, before every meal here, you have to pay a price.  I'm going to be a monster more and more as long as you stay here."

She answered "I'm still staying."

I'd been afraid of that.  I hoped she'd see reason and run before I did anything that would really hurt her.

Before I let her eat lunch, I took her down to the fire place.  On the way, she sounded a little scared and asked me "Will it hurt?"

I answered "It'll hurt your feelings."

She asked "What are you going to do?"

I told her "You'll see."

When we reached the fire place, I asked her if she still wanted to stay.  When she did, I tugged her shirt loose from her shorts.  I told her "Reach for the heavens you came from, Angel."  She put her arms up and I pulled her shirt off.

I pulled her in front of me, facing the fire and put one arm around her, feeling her bare chest.  Her skin felt wonderful.  I told her "You know this is your only shirt."

She answered "Yes."

I went on "There aren't any child clothes here, so I can't give you another one."

She answered "Yes."

I threw her shirt into the fire and finished "So you know that you'll never wear a shirt again till you leave me."  Now that I wasn't holding her shirt, I put my other arm around her and made her watch blue flame slowly consume her shirt.

I heard her sniffling, and knew she was crying.  I ran my hands over her belly and chest and asked her "Did you know your skin feels wonderful?"

She answered "No."

I told her "It does.  You smell nice too."

She asked "Are you going to eat me?"

I answered "No.  I'm going to drive you insane.  Then you'll turn from an insane girl into an insane woman and go on your way.  You may as well have lunch now, but I hope you run away afterward."

She had lunch with me, but didn't run away.  I liked being able to see her nipples while she ate.  I got to see more of her while we played that afternoon.  I saw her navel as she jumped up and down on the trampoline, and her shoulders as she drew on the walls of my house.  I told her how nice they looked, and I touched them without permission often.

When supper time came, I took her down again.  This time I took off her shorts, leaving her in pink panties.  I emptied her pockets of the nice stones she'd found, and then burned the shorts and made her watch.  She didn't cry as much that time, while I felt her legs, and told her how nice they felt.  As we walked back up stairs, she asked "What will you do to me after I'm naked?"

That was what I was afraid of, but I didn't tell her.  Instead I answered "Maybe I won't leave you naked.  Maybe I'll let you keep your panties.  I reserve the right to do it."  However, I knew I wasn't going to.

We had supper and went to bed.  I was relieved to be able to strip down to my underwear for it, and I loved feeling so much of her skin pressed against mine, and I told her so.

The next morning, after we'd both peed and I'd dressed, but before breakfast, I took her down to the fire place again.  I hugged her for a moment till she reminded me that she was hungry.  Then I pulled off her panties and held her in front of me as I threw them in the fire.  As I'd hoped, the fire burned them slowly.  The flames were golden.

As I gently massaged her vaginal lips, I told her "You're not Clair in a pink shirt and shorts anymore.  Your not Clair in shorts.  Your not even Clair in pink panties anymore.  You're just Clair.  This is how you'll be for as long as you stay with me.

She answered "Yeah.  I knew you were going to do that."

I told her "I name you 'Clair Of The Heavens' now angel.  You're much more wonderful then any of the clothes you covered yourself with."

She asked "Even my vagina?"

My hand had become messy now.  I'd got her aroused.  I answered "Especially your vagina, Clair Of The Heavens."

I kept massaging her vagina till she reminded me "I'm still hungry.  I get to have breakfast now."  I licked some of the snot off my hand as I followed her upstairs.  It was kind of fishy, but I liked it.  I could some how smell and taste the little girl in it.

Breakfast didn't happen immediately however.  There was a knock on my door as we came up the stairs, and when I opened it, the wanderer was back.  I told him "Hello Wanderer.  Welcome back.  I guess you know what kind of monster I am now."

He answered "Not really.  For all I know, you may just want to give her a bath.  It's happened before."  He started removing his boots, and I looked down at Clair, and saw she was holding a hand in front of her vagina.

I knelt and pulled her in front of me and told her "Clair Of The Heavens, you're trying to hide a wonderful part of yourself.  You don't have to.  Every inch of your skin is lovely. Clair.  Every inch of your skin is lovely.  Say it.  It'll help you believe it."

She answered "No it's not.  You only like my potty parts because you're a monster."

I answered "I do hope you're wrong.  Is it true, Wanderer.  Do you want Clair's potty parts hidden?"

Wanderer knelt and told Clair "You're wrong Clair.  I've seen a thousand children's potty parts."  He started stroking Clair's hair and told her "Go on.  You can show me."

She reluctantly pulled her hand away and warned him "It's messy."

He answered "That means it's happy, but you already knew that."

She told him "No, I didn't."  Then she went on "I'm still hungry!  Can we have breakfast already?"

I scrambled some eggs and sausage while Clair made some toast.  She turned out willing to wait a little longer if I was actually making her something.  During breakfast, Clair told the wanderer about how I'd locked up her shoes and then burned her clothes one garment at a time.

When she told him about my speech about Clair in shirt and shorts becoming just Clair, the wanderer told her "I've heard a saying 'Less is more.'  In your case, less is a lot more."

"Yeah!  I'm Clair Of The Heavens now.  He said so."

We played with leggos for a time after breakfast.  Clair Of The Heavens was beautiful.  I even liked her butt and reached out to feel it a few times.  When she asked why I did it, I told her.

Soon the wanderer told me "I'm horny.  You've got another chance guaranteed, but you can have me if you want."

I answered "Your on, at least as far as my courage holds out."

He suggested "OK.  Lets take a walk in the woods and maybe find a sandy stretch of river to do it on.  Clair can play outside while we do it."

We adjourned outside.  The wanderer remained bare foot and left he back pack inside.  I locked the door, and Clair complained "Your locking me out?"

She had a good point, but the idea of a naked girl stuck outside for a while thrilled me.  I answered her "Don't worry.  We'll be back.  There're trees that need climbing, a river that needs swimming in, sand that wants to be sand castles, and that's not even counting all the toys out here."

Clair added "I need to pee."

I gestured around us and told her "Every one of these trees wants a drink of pee."

The wanderer added "It's like candy to them."

She followed us toward the forest and when we reached the trees, she asked "Where do trees drink from?"

The wanderer answered "They drink through their roots."

She put a hand on a tree and announced "I'm going to pee for this one.  Now go away and don't look."

The Kiss

I intended to cure her of that need for privacy, but for now it was a good way to leave her behind briefly.  The wanderer took my hand and we walked that way into the woods.  The ground soon descended, and we found a sandy river shore.where the wanderer undressed me, commenting on my beauty, and then I undressed him.  I only desire men a little, but his skin was soft and warm and I liked it.  We explored each other with our hands, and by kissing each other.  I wanted to try sucking his dick to see if I could, and I found myself able to go all the way to swallowing his semen.  He did the same for mine, and then he got a small bottle of olive oil from a pocket in his clothes and asked to take me anally.  He was gentle and went on till he came inside me several times till finally we lay cuddled together and his soft penis slipped out of me.

He asked me "How's she going to pay for lunch?"

I answered "I'm thinking she can endure a passionate kiss on her lower lips."

He told me "That sounds more like something a girl would enjoy."

I admitted "I want her to think of sex as a good thing.  I know she's too young and it'll destroy her, but I want it to be good."

He started stroking my hair and asked me "What if it doesn't destroy her?  What if it's the perfect food she needs to grow up to be something amazing?"

I answered "Then I'll know you were telling the truth that this world is a heaven designed by a nut job."

He answered "I'm glad there's a way to convince you.  I spent last night with a woman who's convinced she'll be damned if the doesn't stay a virgin.  She's damned now, but she won't believe it."

I told him "I hope you're right.  But sooner or later, I'm going to cum in Clair's vagina, and she's going to think it's pee."

He assured me "That won't stop her.  I'm sure of it.  She may put on a show, but she'll let you do it.  She likes being naked and she likes having you adore her, and she won't trade that for a normal life, even if you pee in her."

"Thanks.  Wanna watch me kiss her?"

He told me "Most of it'll be boring, but I want to see the look on her face when you plant your lips on hers."

A bit later, we waded off in the water and then dried ourselves in the sun before getting dressed again.  He took my hand and guided me in a direction we'd certainly not come from, and I asked him "Isn't this the wrong way?"

He answered "No.  Geography doesn't work that way here.  I've seen places the size of small towns where you could use a map, but mostly getting somewhere's about being connected to a place.  It's your home, I've left stuff there, and we want to go there.  We'd get there whatever direction we took."

That was an interesting observation.  It had an interesting implication too.  "So a child doesn't need to know about my toys to be lured by them.  He just has to want to play with toys I have."

He answered "That's about right.  If he needs the other things you offer, it's that much better."

We emerged from the forest up hill from my house, and Clair was no where I could see.  I called out "Hey Clair!  We're back!"  I heard a splash from the river and a moment later some foot steps, and then a wet Clair jumped into my arms.

I held her for a moment and then put her down.  I instructed her "Pick a tree and pee out all you can.  You mustn't pee while paying for lunch."

She answered "OK." and went to the other side of a tree we'd passed on the way to the house.  Again I respected her privacy and unlocked the door and waited for her.  Soon she came back and announced "I'm empty." before she followed us in.

I took off my wet shirt and left it on a chair to dry.  Then I had Clair lie on her back on my bed with her feet hanging over.

I told her "This is going to be about kissing.  You have to keep telling me how it feels."

She answered "Eww." and I got down on her and started with her cheeks.  I went on to her shoulders and gave long kisses to her nipples, with some rubbing with my tongue.  She told me how they felt like kisses and how it felt like I was licking her nipples.  Then I went on down her chest and kissed all over her abdomen and tried tickling her with my tongue in her navel.  It worked a little too well and she begged me to stop.  Then I kissed her loins and thighs before working my way back to her most magical spot.

When I planted my lips right on hers, she exclaimed "Eww!" and when I stuck my tongue between them, she ewwed again.  As I explored her vagina with my tongue, she admitted "That tickles."  Then I worked upward to find her clitoris and she cried out that it hurt.  I had to be very slow and gentle to touch her clitoris.  With a hand, I reached between her legs to stick a finger in her lower vagina, while I made slight movements on her clitoris with my tongue.  Her vagina was quite messy at that point.  She kept telling me when I was doing too much with my tongue, and when I wasn't doing enough.  I found her hymen with my finger and explored it gently as well.  Then she wanted me to move my tongue faster before she squeezed my finger and her clitoris softened as she panted.  I was willing to see if I could do it again, but she told me "It doesn't feel as good now.  Can we have lunch yet?"

I washed my face and my hands and put my shirt on, but didn't ask her to wash her privates.  Instead of doing so, she must have went to the wanderer, because I heard her announce "Look at my vagina!  It's really really happy now!"

He commented "So it is!  He's a nice monster isn't he?"

She answered "Yeah!"

A couple minutes later, I got out of the bath room and went to make something for lunch.  I noticed that the oven was on and I smelled something sweet and chocolaty.  Clair was licking batter from a stirring spoon.  The wanderer had frosting in another bowl.

Toward the end of lunch, the wanderer excused himself and went into the kitchen.  He came out with a cake with six birthday candles on it and started singing "Happy Birthday."  I joined in, and then Clair went through the drill of making a secret wish and blowing out the candles.  Then she told us "I didn't know it was my birth day."

The wanderer answered "It's the day you came out of your clothes.  That's birth day enough for me."

She asked "Do I get presents?"

The wanderer answered "Not really.  I gave you the cake, and Lord Ian gave you a sweet present before lunch, but that's not the same thing."

I told her "If you like, I'll kiss you there again."

She blushed and shook her head.  She cut the cake, and we each had a slice.  Clair had two and then got a stomach ache.  The wanderer felt it was time to leave, so he hugged her good by and kissed her too before going.  She lay down and drew in her sketch book while recovering from lunch.  Then she showed me her drawing of me kissing her vagina.  I offered to kiss her again, and once more she refused.

Later on she was more herself.  She went out to give 'candy' to a tree instead of using the toilet.

Peeing Into A Girl

When she didn't come back for a while, I went out to see what she was doing.  I found her swimming in the river again.  This was fine with me, and I started making sand castles on the shore.  In time she joined me and got sandy instead of wet.  Finally, she announced "I'm hungry.  What do I have to do for supper?"

In the sand, it was easy to get us to a position where I could be on my knees and our genitals had compatible heights.  That done, I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my shorts, and let them fall to my legs.

I brushed sand from her vagina and told her "Now pull my underwear down from my penis."

She uncovered my raging hard on and told me "Eww!  Does that mean it's happy?" when she saw the precum.

I told her "Yes.  It does."  I then guided her to pull my foreskin back and reveal the actual tip.  Then I put my hands on her hips, pulled her labia apart, and told her "Put the tip of my penis in your vagina."

She told me "Eww" again, but did so.

I explained "There are three things you have to do, so don't start yet.  The first thing is if anything comes out of my penis, you have to try to get it in your vagina."

She stepped back, pushing my penis away from her exclaiming "Eww!  Eww!  Eww!  Eww!  Eww!"

I asked "Think you can do it?"

She answered "Eww!  You want to pee in my vagina!"

I answered "Yes I do.  Are you going to let me?"

She just said "Eww!" again.

I explained "I can see three things you can do.  First, you can be a sensible girl and ask for your shoes and go get a normal life."

She corrected "A boring life!"

I commented "Wow!  Five 'eww' grossness, and you're still worried about boredom."

She answered "Yes."

I went on "The second thing you can do is be a brave little girl and help me pee in your vagina."

She asked "What's the third?"

I finished "If you don't do one of the first two, I'll catch you, tie you to a tree so you can't stop me, and pee into your vagina anyway.  I really am a monster, you know."  I wondered if she was going to end up into bondage.
  "So think about it and tell me what'll it be."

She took a step closer to me, and I pulled her into my arms.  I held her and felt her leg touch my now limp penis.  I started stroking her hair and told her "If you choose option three, it'll be a very short chase now."

She asked "Can't you do it tomorrow?  It's my birth day today."

She almost had me, but I told her "No.  I won't put it off.  It's your birth day because it's the day everything changes.  This is part of it."

I wondered if she'd ask for her shoes and half hoped she would, but instead she told me "I'll help you pee in my vagina."

I was so moved that I squeezed her and kissed her.  My penis had become half hard while talking to her, and now that she was willing to face the unthinkable got it to it's full erection before she'd got back to her position.  I pulled her labia open again and she pulled the foreskin back and put the tip in her vagina and then pressed firmly with her body.  I told her "Don't hurt yourself."

She replied "I'm all right."

I told her "As I said, you have to make as much pee as you can go inside you.  It won't be much.  That's OK.  Most of it's going to run down your leg or something."

She told me "OK."

I went on "The second thing is you have to tickle yourself with my penis.  That's even more important than taking my pee."

She repeated "OK."

I finished "The third thing is most important.  Try not to hurt yourself.  It'll be real easy to press my penis to far into you and make it hurt.  Try not to.  Got it?"

She answered "Yes."

I told her "OK.  You can start."

She started rubbing my penis in her vagina.  I told her how it tickled and felt good.  It was even better because I knew she was making herself feel good too.  Her vagina was soon wet and she started rubbing faster.  Then I announced "It's coming."  A moment later I came.  She kept my penis pressed into her vagina as I did and the tip of my penis got so sensitive that it hurt.  I said "Oh God!" a few times, but I didn't ask her to stop.  I wanted her to have complete control the first time.  A lot of the semen ran down my penis but was stopped by her hands.  I felt her squeeze in her own orgasm a moment later.  She slowed down, but didn't stop.  Then she started going faster again and I came again.  This time my penis started getting soft, but she kept rubbing it till she got a second orgasm of her own.  This time when she slowed down, I told her "You can stop if you like."

She let go of my penis and I pulled my pants and underwear up.  Then I picked her up, getting my shirt messy, and carried her inside where I made us some supper.

That night, for the first time since she'd arrived, I was able to take off all my clothes before going to bed.  She still wanted to sleep with me and I told her how wonderful her skin felt against mine again.  I managed to resist the urge to rub my dick against her back till I came.

In the morning, I woke up with a morning erection, which was sustained by a naked girl in my arms.  When she got up, I took her by the hand into the bath room, where I had her pee in the toilet.  When she objected to my presence, I told her I wanted her to learn to let me watch her pee.  She managed to do so, and I still had my hardon when she was done.

I'd been thinking about her learning the difference between urine and semen, and decided that she needed to have contact with both.  I took her into the bath tub and got on my knees and positioned her facing me and close.  Then I let go, peeing onto her upper abdomen.  She exclaimed grossness, but didn't resist as I turned her around so that pee got all over her lower body.

When I was finally done, I stood up and turned on one of the showers and started washing her off.  After a short rinse, I still wanted to cum, so I turned her toward me again and pulled her into a hug with water pouring onto her back.  She turned her head to put her cheek against my stomach, and I rubbed my penis against her chest.

When I came on her, she told me "I thought you were done peeing."

I answered "I guess I wasn't."

I knelt and turned her around and rubbed her vagina with my hand untill she came.  I was going to bring her off again, but she told me "I'm hungry.  How do I pay for breakfast?"

I answered "You just did."

I made some breakfast and we had a couple left over pieces of her birth day cake as well.  We played in doors that morning, though she went out side when she wanted to pee.  I went with her when I needed to go too.

When lunch time approached, I took her back to my bed and had us lie down side by side, facing each other.  I told her "I'm going to pee into you again, but this time we both work on the tickling."

She asked me "Your doing it again?"

I told her "Yes."

She told me "Ha ha.  You're running out of things to do.  I get to stay with you."

I answered "I've run out for now.  But after this, instead of doing it before meals, I'm going to do it whenever I feel like.  That's going to be more often."

She adapted easily to having less control in our coupling, and my semen ran across her thigh on to the bed. Afterward, she seemed happy that I wasn't going to demand something that would make her go to a boring life.  That afternoon, we both swam in the river.  Then I wanted to couple with her again on the sand, but she only protested mildly.  Then when I was done, she stood up and peed on me, which I thought was funny.  I peed on her as well and we washed off in the river.  That evening, we spent playing in the giant bath tub.  Her body in the water moved me to kiss her lower lips again, and this time she guided me to orgasm after orgasm, and I knew she'd progressed.

Over the next couple days, she started asking me for manual and oral sex.  She also caught on to the difference between peeing and cuming, and the difference between urine and semen.  I finally told her the words for those things.  Finally, for the first time, she asked me to cum in her vagina.  She said semen made her feel good, now that she knew it wasn't pee.

When I asked her to suck my dick, she wasn't as grossed out as the first time I'd came in her vagina, and she got to be good at it.  She did ask me to kiss her vagina in return, which I did.  A week later, I introduced her to the game of "How much of my penis can you get in your vagina?"  At first, she progressed quite well, but when we reached her hymen, she thought of it as the end of her vagina and became quite careful not to push too hard on it.  Another interesting development was that I visited the dark passage in my basement again.  At the end was no longer just a bump.  There was a ridged outline of Clair's body with a phallus in the center the length of my penis.  To fit Clair into the outline, the phallus would be all the way inside her.

Monster/Husband/Father and Victim/Wife/Daughter

I knew that breaking her hymen was going to hurt her badly.  I thought of giving her a chance to run before I did, but the wanderer talked me out of it on one of his visits.

"You've trained a marvelous girl there.  She gets horny, and she's not afraid to say so.  Can you imagine how it's going to go when she meets another pedophile if she runs?"

I could easily.  "Yes I can.  The next man won't know she has a hymen from hell.  He'll probably break it by accident."

He told me "I think you should marry her.  You'll at least hurt her deliberately.  You can warn her what you're going to do."

I admitted "I can't see her ever willingly giving up sex, which is what it would take to save her if she ran."

He answered "You should be proud of that."

I added "Also, I want to know what's on the other side of the door in my basement."

He answered "I'm kind of curious myself.  I guess she's the key to it."

"Yes."

"I think you should go through with it."

I decided "I'll ask what she thinks."

A bit later, I was with Clair again, and I told her "You know I've kept your shoes locked up for the time you've been here."

She answered "And I don't ever want them back."

I asked "What if I ritually burned them, and swore to keep you till you become a woman?"

She asked "Really?  You'd do that?"

I answered "Yes."

She jumped into my arms.  I'd knelt to talk with her eye to eye so my penis was at leg level for her.  That was important, because she caught me between her legs, got me hard, and made me cum.  Not only that, but it was an amazing gusher turning the floor slippery beneath her feet.

Soon we sat on a chair by the fire.  She was sitting in my lap, and we'd got to where my penis was just inside her vagina.  I told her "I swear to keep you with me and use you for sex till you become a woman.  I swear to keep you completely naked till you become a woman.  I swear these oaths to be sealed when I cum!"

She answered "I swear to use you for sex till I become a woman.  I swear to stay naked till I become a woman.  I swear these oaths to be sealed when I cum!"

We coupled like that till I came inside her, at which point, I threw her shoes into the fire.  Not only did I produce more semen then than I had between her legs earlier, but it made me horny all over again and soon I came again with almost as much semen as the first time.  Clair came in that time too.  When we were finally done, I announced "I now pronounce us Monster/Husband/Father, and Victim/Wife/Daughter."

I planed to give her a week of married life before breaking her hymen, but the week wasn't  uneventful.  The next day, while we were playing outside, I needed to pee.  I used a tree as Clair preferred, and when I was done, a woman's voice admonished "Have you no shame?  How dare you show your flesh to a woman!"

I turned and saw a women in a long gray dress that covered almost everything, and reminded her "You came here, not the other way around."

She responded "Just get some clothes on your disgusting body."

I wondered if "disgusting" meant something that turned her on, but I answered "I have some clothes in the house.  But Clair Of The Heavens stays naked.  That's not negotiable."  I turned toward the house and went to get dressed.  On the way, I told Clair "A woman can't stand the sight of my body.  I hope she can stand yours, because you're too beautiful to hide."

I dressed and then went back outside.  I saw that Clair was talking to the woman, and they didn't seem to be fighting for some reason.  I sat on a porch chair and watched them for a time.  To my surprise, the lady sat down and let Clair pull off her shoes and socks.  She then made no resistance as Clair began unbuttoning her dress.  As I watched, Clair striped the woman naked.

Then Clair bundled up all the woman's clothes and led her toward the front door.  I guessed what would come next, so when Clair came near, I called her closer to talk to her.

I instructed her "Her sacrifice must be willing."

She thought for a moment and answered "Mine wasn't.  You just burned my clothes."

I answered "You knew I was going to do something, and you knew you didn't know what.  You can do that to her."

She thought for a moment, then answered "OK.  I'll give fair warning."

As Clair led the woman toward the door, the woman looked rather uncomfortable with my looking at her.  I told her "I may be disgusting, but you certainly aren't."  This was actually an understatement.  The woman was beautiful.  She also looked a little comforted by my words.

I gave them time to go down stairs, and then went in and undressed.  Then I went to the kitchen and started making lunch for three.  As I'd expected, when they came up, the clothes were gone.  The woman didn't demand I get dressed again, though she looked at me in funny ways as I served lunch.

I asked her "Who are you?  What brings you here?"

She answered "I'm Clarisse.  It's a long story."

I answered "It's OK.  You can tell us over lunch."

It wasn't actually that long, but Clarisse was scared to admit the beginning.  She finally began "A few weeks ago, the village witch told me that a child might choose to be mine."

Clair answered "If I wanted a boring life."

Clarisse looked wounded.  I confirmed "That's what she was told.  I'd guess yesterday you were told that was no longer the case."

She answered "Yes.  But I was also told that the child could still bring me happiness, and the monster that claimed her could give me a child."

Clair asked me "You will, won't you?"

I looked at Clarisse and told her "I will if you like, but it's a gift almost any man could give you."

She answered "Really?"

It was criminal negligence that nobody had taught her, but I was going to have a little fun doing so.  I told her "Yes, really.  However, I intend to do it first and explain it later.  How much can you trust me?"

Clarisse looked at Clair and asked her "How much should I trust him?"

Clair answered "As much as you trust me."

She complained "That's a lot of trust."

I confirmed "Yes it is, and you've been through a lot already.  Why don't you take a nap after lunch before I do it."

I was pretty sure of the answer already, but I asked "Did the witch say Clair could make you happy only if you trusted her completely?"

She answered "Yes, and I never thought she'd ask as much as she did."

I told her "I don't think you'll be any more ready for my gift either."

After lunch, I guided Clarisse to my bed and she was soon asleep.  Clair and I played for some of the afternoon, and then decided to do some tree climbing by herself.  I noticed that the sun had shifted quite a ways west, so I went in to begin.

I got a white towel to soak up the blood and took it to my bed.  Clarisse was half curled up sleeping on her side.  I lay down next to her and woke her up by running my hand down her body.  She woke up screaming "Don't touch me!" and jumped off the bed and then tried to conceal her body with her hands.

I answered "Trust."  Then I spread the towel on the right part of the bed.

She straightened up and told me "I don't think I'll ever get used to this."

I replied "I think you will.  The witch promised happiness."

She accepted "OK.  What do I have to do.

I instructed her "Lie in bed again.  And you'll have to let me touch you."  She lay next to me, facing me, and I continued "You also have to keep telling me how it feels."

She answered "Way embarrassing."

I stroked her hair and comforted her, saying "That's OK."  Then I ran my hand down to her shoulder and down her arm a ways.  Then I moved back up to her shoulder again and slid to her breasts, which I gently massaged till her feelings of wrongness gave way to feelings of pleasure.  Then her feelings of wrongness returned as I ran my hand further down her body to her hip and thigh, and then back up to her vagina.  I massaged that till she was wet and describing feelings of pleasure again.

I then had her lie on her back with her legs spread, and I lay on top of her.  She described feeling helpless under my weight, but still kind of good from my wriggling over her breasts.  She started feeling afraid when I got my penis between her vaginal lips and very wrong as I began to penetrate her, though she was still quite slippery inside.  I had her cycle between squeezing and releasing my penis with her vagina, and pressed a little further into her every time she released, till I soon found her hymen.  The next time I had her release, I shoved into her.  It hurt her some, but not much.  I apologized for hurting her, and thrust all the way in.  As I hoped, wriggling on top of her, her pleasure soon returned.  Then she was badly disgusted when I came inside her, and then started feeling good again.  Finally she came and soon I came again.  I kept going till we had both come once more before stopping, explaining that I was tired.

She asked "Would it help if we rolled over and I did the work?"

I answered "Actually, yes."

Soon I was on my back and she mounted me and we continued.  I came twice more and she came once, though by then I had so little semen left that she didn't feel it when I came.  By then, she was done too.  Then with her lying on top of me, I explained how humans reproduced, and how she would soon have a baby growing inside her that would come out painfully months later.  I also tried to explain the more general concepts of sex as a wonderful way to give pleasure to other people.

By then it was supper time, and I was too tired to make more than sandwiches for supper.  While Clarisse had made love to me on my bed, she decided to sleep on another before leaving the next morning, taking just the towel with a little of her blood on it.

The Hymen From Hell

An uneventful week of married life passed after that before I took the next step.  Clair was wonderfully happy during that time.  Finally, one morning after peeing, I got out a big white towel from a locked cabinet and layed it out on the bed.  When Clair came back from watering a tree, I led her back to the bed room.

She asked "What's going on?  Do I have to pay for breakfast?  You can't give me the shoes any more."

I took her to the bed and took her in my arms to talk right into her ear.  "Yes.  You have to pay for breakfast today.  I'm going to hurt you first."

She stiffened and asked "What?"

I answered "I'm going to hurt you.  I'm going to bring you to orgasm because I think it'll hurt less, and then I'm going to hurt you.  If your lucky, the orgasm'll make it feel good, but I think it's probably going to hurt a lot."

She asked "Why?"

I answered "Because I'm the kind of monster that does it."

She then accused me "You married me first so I couldn't get away!"

I answered with the truth "You'd get hurt the same way if you ran away.  I married you because it would be worse if someone else hurt you by accident, which is probably how it would happen."

She begged "Can't you do it tomorrow?"

I answered "If I do, you'll get me to do it the day after, and then the day after that.  I'll do it today.  You'll be sore for a while, and then you'll be able to do something you couldn't before."

She asked "What'll I be able to do?"

I answered "I want you to find out by doing it."

She asked "What's the towel for?"

I told her the truth again "It's to soak up the blood."

"There's going to be blood?"

I answered "Yes.  Probably a lot."

She moved slowly as I layed her out on the bed in a position we'd often used to make love.  We both lay on our sides facing each other.  I had my penis just between her labia.  I had one hand on her hip, where I could get a good grip, and the other hand buried under her butt in and awkward position.  I had her hold my shoulder with one hand  and her other was buried under my chest so she couldn't push me away.

I penetrated her slowly and gently.  Her vagina got wet in spite of her fear, and soon my penis had found her hymen with just the tip of it inside her.  I moved faster when she asked me to, and finally out of habit she announced "I'm going to cum"

I tightened my grip on her hip when she announced it, and then I felt her squeeze in orgasm.  I thrust with all the strength I could with my limited leverage, and it felt like her hymen almost broke my penis before it broke before me.  Then my ears hurt from her shriek of pain, and when she squeezed even harder with her vagina, it brought me over and I came while I was further inside her than I'd ever been.

I stayed inside her till my erection subsided, which it took a long time to do.  Her shriek turned into crying, and finally complaining about the blood.  She asked "Do you have to keep it in me?  It hurts."

I answered "Yes.  I don't want to have to do it again."  I knew it wasn't supposed to happen, but if any hymen could grow back together again, it would be hers.

She asked "Will I be able to get more of your penis inside me?"

I answered "Yes.  You will."

She asked "Do you think it'll all fit inside of me?"

I was pretty sure it would, but I told her "When you're better, we can start finding out."

My penis finally slipped out of her and I asked "Would you like me to cuddle you for a while, or would you rather I make some breakfast for you?"

She answered "I'm hungry."

I told her "I'll bring you breakfast in bed." and got up.  When I got a good view of the damage, I was shocked at how much blood there was.  I wondered if I should make a bandage or something.  Just because I'd never heard of a girl bleeding to death from a ruptured hymen didn't mean it had never happened.

Clair turned to face me as much as she could without moving her hips and legs, and ordered me "Go on!  I'm hungry.", so against my better judgement, I did.

I brought her a big bowl of fruit loops, and she was still alive, and was bleeding less.  I noticed that my penis had a lot of her blood on it, so I wiped it off on the towel.  When she was done eating, I took the bowl back and washed it.

A few days after that were bad for her.  She wanted me to carry her to the toilet because it hurt her so much to move her legs.  to my relief, she still wanted to feel me touch her.  I took to drawing a bath and keeping her in the water for the day, and then taking her to bed at night.  Then came the day she walked to the toilet herself, though it still hurt her to walk. She still stayed in bed most of the time for a few days after that.  Then she had me massage her labia with my hands till she had an orgasm which hurt a bit.  She went out to give a tree some of her 'candy' that day, and she had me bring her to another orgasm the next day that didn't hurt as much.

The next day, she wanted to try out my penis again.  She told me it hurt to have me inside her, but she still brought me to orgasm, because my semen would feel good inside her.  A couple days later, she had me do it again, and this time got my penis a little past where her hymen had been.  Over the next couple of weeks, she started demanding sex more often and pushing further on to my penis.  By the time her hymen had completely healed, we were fitting together like puzzle pieces, with my pelvis pressed tightly against hers.

The Door Into Myself

I spent a week just enjoying having her back before I took her down to the door.  She told me "It's dark.  I'm scared."  I picked her up and held her close, which comforted her some.  When I reached the door, I put her down and turned her around.to face the door.  I massaged her labia till they got good and wet.  Then I felt for the indentation that would fit Clair.

When I picked her up to fit her in the lock, she told me "You're not done yet."

I answered "I'm going to finish in a minute."  I was pretty sure I was telling her the truth there.  She'd need to have an orgasm in the lock to open the door.

When I got her vagina to the phallus, I got a surprise.  I could feel her with the phallus, which was as sensitive as my own dick when I had a raging hard on.  I couldn't feel my own hands on it though.  Some kind of magic was going on here.

We had a hard time fitting her on the phallus because it was pointing straight up at the tip, but I finally got her mounted on it and seated in the ridged saddle below it.  She naturally put her legs in the proper places, and I guided her arms to the spread out indentations for them.  She fitted her face into place with a phallus in her mouth that I could feel with too.  I remained on the verge of cuming feeling her inside with the phallus.  I helped her rub against the ridges till she came and I felt an explosion of sensation.  I felt her through all the ridges in the outline as well as the phallus.  They were tentacles which closed around her.  One came out between her legs and thrust into her anus.  They rubbed around, feeling her body, and finally I came through all the tentacles at once, as well as my penis.  The peenicle in her vagina kept pumping and pumping something into her.

She came again and something came loose.  We kept coupling.  I was moving the peenicles consciously now, and moved with her as she shifted her body a little like I was a living suit of clothes for her.  I came again and her skin was a slippery mess, but I had a grip that covered her completely.  Then I saw through my eyes that she was four feet away from me, now illuminated faintly by dim lights above and below her.  Above her was star light and below her was more complicated  I saw a fairy forest in the distance, but directly below me were irregular points of light I didn't understand.

She was being moved downward.  I saw a mass of tentacles reaching from below to her pelvis, where they branched out to cover her body.  When she came again, I could feel a long way down the mass holding her.  It occurred to me that I was standing on the edge of a cliff at least fifty feet above some sort of ground.  She was getting a ride down, but there was no way for me to get there.

I set her down on a level part of ground, and when she came again, I found it was my skin.  I found my awareness expanded just from her walking around, though I got a lot of myself at once whenever she came.  Finally, I got control of a thick tentacle of obscure function which I used to wrap around me and carry me down.  I told her "Wow!  I really am a monster!"

I wanted more, but I could feel her getting tired.  I withdrew my peenicles from her body, leaving a naked slimy girl to throw her arms around me and exclaim "Wow!  That was amazing!"

I had a house above, but I had a palace below.  We barely began to explore the place before I felt that it was time for me to go back up, but we still saw plenty.  The fairy forest was full of tiny lights and glowing fruit, which had many wonderful tastes.  Toys were everywhere, as well as beds.  There were many places to bathe, and one of them was a vast lake with a bottom of golden glowing sand with water as warm as a bath.  There were also many outcrops of my peenicles, which I'd become aware of when a child used them.  I found that I had an organ I could use to speak to Clair down below, so she'd be able to talk with me when my human body was above again.  Clair reluctantly accepted that the house above was a place to teach children about sex, and when they had mastered it, they were to come down here where I could love large numbers of children at once.

Once I was back above, I went to bed, and as I came close to sleep, I realized that I was reaching into the house with a number of tentacles to clean it.  The next day, I dressed and waited for another victim, but I was joyous because I was still loving Clair as well.