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To Dream of Darkness

A story by DoggyStyle57

Chapter 56, Written September 2013

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Author's warning: I do not normally write content that includes rape or other non-consensual forms of sex - especially where an innocent victim is involved. But there are several rapes of innocents that occur in this chapter. If that type of content bothers you, please skip chapter 56.

Chapter 56 - Sins of the Father

Sir Jeremy howled in pain as the demon thrust its cock up his ass. While he was helpless to resist any command given by the demon, or to voice any objections, he could still scream in pain, and his mind still fully perceived what was happening, and was utterly revolted by it. He knew immediately that he would be likely to remember this degradation for as long as he lived, as would his family.

The pain of the anal rape was almost unbearable for a male like himself who had never before experienced anal sex. It dawned on him that there was a vast difference between 'surviving and recovering from' this sort of treatment, and being unharmed by it. While his wife and his whore could probably accommodate the demon's cock, at least vaginally, the experience was certain to be incredibly painful and damaging for his three children, and it might take them years to recover from the physical injuries caused by having such a large cock forced into their virginal bodies. And no promise of recovery had been negotiated at all for mental damages to the victims! Why had this not occurred to him before?

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Sarina watched with grim satisfaction as Sir Jeremy was the first to be controlled and sexually abused by the demon. The control spell which he used appeared to be quite simple to learn, and incredibly effective, yet she suspected that the demon was still holding something back from them, that there was some critical key to the spell that he was not telling them. From her own knowledge of spellcraft, what had visibly and audibly transpired would not in itself be sufficient to establish such a degree of control over a victim. She had some hope that her Kitsune Netsuke charm might protect her against this type of spell. But even if it didn't, as long as she survived what he did to her body, she would gain from the experience immeasurably. She resolved to bide her time, and not interfere with the demon's 'lessons' just yet, even if the other sacrifices had to be harmed while she waited. If she acted too soon, she would not get what she wanted, and a fight against the demon and both of the other mages would likely occur, which would slay most or all of the sacrificial victims in the first exchange of attacks. Their being raped was better than their being dead.

The Leader of the Shepherds of Order watched without any sign of emotion or revulsion as Sir Jeremy was repeatedly raped by the demon that he had helped to summon. It had taken him very little effort to convince the old fool that by sacrificing his mistress and his family to the lusts of the demon, he would be allowed to rise to the second highest position in the Order, and to share power with the Leader. And since Sir Jeremy had already been willing to make that sacrifice, a simple mind control spell had been all it took to get him to work with the Leader tonight, and to not notice that his position within the circle was so vulnerable.

After raping Sir Jeremy's ass several times, he demon yanked his engorged knot free without waiting at all for it to diminish in size. The fist-size knot's forcible expulsion tore the old bulldog's rectum severely, leaving him bleeding as well as leaking copious amounts of demon cum from his ass.

Sir Jeremy screamed but remained on his hands and knees, watching the demon warily over his shoulder, and mentally revolted at how his body acted as if he would be eager to submit to any further abuses that the demon suggested, as eagerly as a trusting puppy with an abusive master.

"I command you to stay there and watch," the demon said. "You may not look away. Let us see what amusements your young son can provide for us, shall we?" He looked out of the circle at the Leader, and said, "Release the boy to me," and then calmly instructed the wolf in each step of performing the unlimited control spell, casting it on the cowering child as he did so.

The moment the casting ended, the eight year old boy stood, no longer shaking in fear, and took off his nightshirt, which had been his only garment. He looked with trusting eyes at the demon, as if gazing at his favorite grandfather and expecting a wonderful toy.

The demon looked at the child's tiny sheath and balls, and said, "That will never do. The child is so young he probably can't even get an erection. So I shall grant him the ability to more properly participate in our debauchery." He gestured at the child, whose eyes went wide as he screamed in pain.

Writing in agony, the boy clutched at his groin as the demon forced the poor boy's cock and balls to accelerate their growth at a prodigious rate, until the eight year old child possessed a mature set of genitalia as large as any adult of his species. When the forced growth ended, the child looked down in amazement at the erect red shaft that was sticking out from his groin like a flag pole, throbbing and dripping precum. His agony seemed to have been forgotten, as he once again looked trustingly at the demon.

"Much better!" the demon said with a laugh. "Now, which female shall he rape for our amusement? One of his virginal sisters? The little whore? No, release _his mother_to me. It would amuse me greatly to watch the boy impregnating his mother."

"N-no! I couldn't!" shouted his mother. "P-please... not my son! I'll do whatever you want..."

"You certainly will," the demon said, casting the control spell on Sir Jeremy's wife. "Now, be a good little slut and remove your clothes. And then get over here between your husband and myself, and allow your boy to mate with you."

"Yes Master!" the woman said with a grin, as she took off her shift and her bloomers, and spread her thighs wantonly for her son. "Come to mommy, baby! Make a baby in your mommy's belly!"

The child seemed to also have been granted an understanding of how the sex act was committed, because he needed no prompting to lie atop his mother and start thrusting his cock into her, humping mindlessly until he knotted up within her and spewed a gusher of potent seed directly into the womb that had given him birth. Both mother and child kissed each other and acted eager to commit the incestuous mating, but mentally both of them were screaming to cease this unwanted mating.

"I made sure that the boy is quite potent and fertile," the demon said smugly. "So there is a very good chance that your son has just impregnated you," the demon said to the boy's mother. "Let me see. Give me the whore, next. Watch and listen closely, and I will show you how to cast the spell without a verbal component, as I did when I ensnared Sir Jeremy."

The demon caught Meghan in his spell, and slowly and methodically raped her in every way possible, multiple times in each way, starting with her mouth and ending with her ass, leaving her in a quivering heap on the floor, while everyone else watched.

"That was a nice change of pace. She was experienced, yet surprisingly pure of soul. It will be interesting to see how she reacts to bearing a demon's child. That leaves us the two virgins," the demon said. He looked at Sir Jeremy, and said, "Your soul was filthy, but not quite damned yet. But you will be, before the night is through. I command you to rape your youngest daughter while we watch, and before I cast a control spell upon her. You will pay no attention to her objections, and you will do your best to impregnate her. I will paralyze her legs so she cannot run from you, and I will enhance her fertility to ensure that she will bear your child. Begin."

"Daddy? NO! Please! Stop daddy! I don't wanna do this!" the child screamed, as her father dragged her shift up over her head and yanked her pantaloons down to her ankles and off her body. She continued to scream and cry and beat on his chest and back with both hands as her father forced her down onto her back and thrust his cock into her again and again, tearing through her hymen and tying with her, flooding his baby girl with his seed. His daughter lay under him, sobbing and covering her face with both hands.

Only when they were done did the Demon say, "And now, look what a change my spell can make in the child," as he cast it upon her, and released the paralysis from her legs.

The girl stopped crying at once, smiled as if she was in the arms of her favorite lover, and started passionately kissing her father. As soon as he was able to pull his cock out of her bleeding vagina, she slithered down his body and took her father's cock into her mouth, taking his full length into her throat like an experienced whore, and milking his cock for a second load of his seed. "Fuck me again, daddy!" the child pleaded, when she was done swallowing her father's cum. "Fuck me and fuck me and make sure I have my own baby sister in my belly!"

Sir Jeremy got hard again almost at once, and rolled the girl over onto her hands and knees, fucking his child hard and fast from behind until he tied with her again and flooded her with his seed. When he was done, he looked at the demon with lust-crazed eyes, and asked, "Shall I impregnate my other daughter for you as well, Master?"

"Both you or your son shall get a chance to try to impregnate her soon, but not until she has sacrificed her virginity to me, and been filled with my seed. However, unlike your whore, I shall ensure that it is not I who impregnates this one. I have full control over my own fertility," the demon replied. "Release the last child to me. I want her to struggle, so I will not control her until it is time for her father and brother to try to impregnate her."

The demon stepped up to Sarina and grabbed her by both wrists, forcing her to her knees in front of him. He mounted her savagely from behind, tearing through her hymen and thrusting deep into her innocent body.

But Sarina didn't struggle, scream or cry out in any way. She endured the pain, detached her mind from what her body was experiencing, and opened her mind to the demon, allowing her sex magic to work on him. As he filled her body to overflowing with his seed, she was granted access to the unholy creature's deepest thoughts, and she began to make his knowledge her own. If Sarina had not already tried mating with a lesser hellspawn, her elemental, Asha, she surely would have been overwhelmed and driven insane by the alien nature of the demon's thoughts, and the vast expanse of his knowledge and experiences. As it was, she had no time at all for any thoughts of her own, as his thoughts flooded into her mind almost as swiftly as his seed was flooding into her infertile womb. She absorbed all that his mind contained, without attempting to judge any of it, while the demon savagely used her body. And there, foremost in his mind, she found the unlimited mind control spell, and memorized its true and correct form.

Sarina had been right. The demon had not told the mages that for the spell as he had taught it to them to work, it had to be paid for by damning a living soul to Hell, which by default was the soul of the victim. By adding one as yet unspoken part to the beginning of the spell, the caster could instead provide the soul from some other source that he fully controlled, much as the elemental Asha had used living souls to buy their way out of Hell. But in that case, it had to be an untainted and pure soul. If no soul was offered, and if the intended victim was already damned, the spell would fail completely. That meant the spell could not be used on Sarina or anyone else who was already damned, unless the caster had a pure soul at the ready to expend for the spell, and cast it again while offering the soul as the price. Without a source of souls to feed the spell, it could effectively only be used once on a given victim, damning their soul to hell.

Sir Jeremy, his whore Meghan, his wife, his youngest daughter and his son were now all damned. There was a slim chance that their souls could yet be saved, if they confessed to a priest and received the Sacrament quickly. If the remaining child that Sarina was impersonating was not discovered, that one girl might be the only one of the victims to escape this evening with her soul intact.

"Bah! What is the matter with this slut?" the demon demanded, as he finished flooding the child's body with his seed. Throughout the brutal rape, she had not resisted or uttered a sound, and he had been so engrossed in the perverse pleasures of raping an innocent virgin that only now was he realizing how closed her mind was to him. "Her mind is as blank and dead as an idiot! Is she a simpleton? Or did seeing what I have already done to the rest of her family drive her insane? Or is this child a mage savant, and somehow able to shield her mind from me?"

"My child is no mage," Sir Jeremy said in a dull, flat voice.

"React for me! Wail and cry! Act like my fearful slut!" The demon shouted, as he angrily cast the control spell at Sarina. He stared in amazement as it washed over her like the waters of a creek parting to pass an unmovable boulder, leaving her utterly unaffected. "What is this? She is already damned! This is no innocent child!" the demon shouted in outrage.

"They cheated you," Sarina said calmly. Though the twelve year old bulldog bitch was naked and bleeding from her vagina profusely, she stood her ground and glared at the demon. "They agreed to give you only unwilling victims, but I was completely_willing to allow you to rape me. That one knew that the victims needed to have souls that were not already damned, but mine _already was damned. HIS soul is forfeit now, isn't it?" she said, pointing at the wolf.

"I did _not_know the little bitch was damned, nor do I know how she resists your spells. Sir Jeremy assured me that all of his offered victims were innocent! But even if I knew, none of you can touch me!" the wolf said smugly. "That summoning circle forms a barrier that will prevent any of you from reaching me. I don't know who or what you really are, little bitch, but you can't harm me either. My mind is protected against any type of control spell, or against any type of magic I've ever heard of. And if I don't drop this barrier circle, you can't harm me. But I can quite easily banish all of you to Hell, from where I stand."

"But you can see me and hear me, and your mind is still subject to your own fears and doubts. So I can still do this!" Sarina said, as she cast the Dark Wind at him, her spell that induces lethal nightmares. It was a spell not known to anyone_of this dimension other than Sarina herself. Her spell acted on what the victim's senses and mind perceived, triggering its lethal effects from _within the victim's own mind, rather than forcing fear or other attacks into their mind from outside. While the Leader's defenses were like adamantine chain mail against the sword of most normal or demonic magical attacks, they were as vulnerable to Sarina's nightmare spell as that same chain mail would be against a river of liquid acid. Her spell went through the wolf's barriers like a howling wind through an open door.

The wolf screamed like a terrified child as the roiling mass of dark clouds that sprang from the child's hands crossed the summoning circle without the least bit of hindrance, then penetrated his own protective circle and engulfed him. And the scream he made as the black cloud touched him made the first scream pale in comparison. The warding circles all vanished in a cloud of acrid black smoke. Nothing could be seen within the area where the wolf was standing, save for a seething black cloud, from which came terrified screams and whimpering pleading in the wolf's voice.

"Take his soul and go," Sarina said to the demon, addressing him by the name that Sir Jeremy had summoned him with, and pointing to where the wolf writhed in torment within the black cloud. "Accept that mage's forfeit soul as he agreed, and return to Hell. You've had your sport. So now, begone."

The demon grew to twelve feet tall again, and shouted at Sarina, "Puny mortal child! Mage or not, you DARE to give orders to ME? I have been set free by his mind death! I will take his soul, as is my right by my contract with him. But why should I not slay all of you here and now, and then have my sport with all those souls in the city near here? Do you dare to think that you, alone, can defeat me?" With a casual gesture he incinerated the entire barn so quickly that all that fell upon them was a fine black ash. She had spoken the name that he had been summoned with, and that protected her to some degree. But she had not yet explicitly commanded him to obey her, so he could still defy her. It was likely that the child had no clue how to actually compel him to depart, even with knowing his name. He glared down at the defiant child, expecting her to react fearfully to his power, as all mortals inevitably did.

Sarina addressed the demon again, this time in his native language and using his full and correct true name, which even the wolf and Sir Jeremy had not quite had right, since they could not speak the demon's language like a native of Hell. "I command you by your TRUE name, to take that mage's soul and return to hell, and to not return to bother any of us again. I demand and require your compliance, by the power of your name, and you MUST obey me! You are still contained, and I am far from alone. Look around us, and see for yourself."

The demon cringed when he unexpectedly heard his full name in his own language coming from this unnatural mortal child. He cringed further as a red fiery glare suddenly illuminated the night, and the eight mortals who stood at the ready, surrounding him. A fresh banishment circle burned with runes and diagrams of crimson red flame, encircling where the barn had been. Outside this circle, at the compass quarters, stood four Paladins, one of whom was m'Lady Portia, her twin swords still blazing with the magical flames that she had created the banishment circle with. At the cross quarters stood four priests, in full vestments, ready to banish the demon back to Hell for a hundred years or more.

The demon growled savagely, extended one clawed hand in the direction of the dark cloud, and ripped the wolf's soul from his body so savagely that the shock killed him. Then the demon vanished in a stinking cloud of black smoke, as he returned to Hell. The wolf's body collapsed and the air around him cleared, as Sarina's spell ended with his death.

M'Lady Portia dismissed the banishment circle, and the Paladins and priests hurried to attend to the victims, and to capture those responsible for the demon's presence in the city, if any had survived.

"There is an unconscious child hidden in those hay bales, who should be unharmed once the sleep spell wears off," Sarina called out to the approaching priests and Paladins, and pointed to where she had hidden the older daughter. "This woman and her daughter, and that girl over there, have been savagely raped, and each may be pregnant. Sir Jeremy Fields was also raped, but HE was responsible for summoning that greater demon, with the aid of the wolf that just perished over there, and he should face charges for his part in this. And Sir Jeremy, his mistress, his wife, their youngest daughter and their son all have need of a priest, to save their souls. Their involvement with the demon's spells has damned them, but their souls may yet be saved, if the priests absolve them."

M'Lady Portia came to Sarina, as the other priests and Paladins took Sir Jeremy into custody and started taking their confessions and offering absolution. Sarina resumed her normal vixen appearance, fully clothed just as Porta got to her.

"I thought that the child who called to us must have been you," Portia said, shaking her head. "Who else would talk back to such a powerful demon so fearlessly? We only barely got your message in time. The other mages' summoning circle dropped just as we got our banishment circle ready. What about yourself? I saw what you looked like before you shapeshifted. That child's body was bleeding badly from the groin. Were you raped as well?"

Sarina cast a spell to heal herself by transferring her wounds to another, and Sir Jeremy fell to his knees, grabbing at his groin and howling in pain. "I was raped, yes, but I'm feeling fine now," she said. "That bastard over there was willingly handing his mistress and his entire family over to the demon to sexually abuse, in return for a learning a spell that no one should know or use. When the priests are done with them, you should allow me to alter their memories of this night. I can make them all lose the memories of the torments that the demon inflicted on us, and of Sir Jeremy's betrayal of his family and Mistress. And I can ensure that Sir Jeremy and the others recall nothing of the spell that the demon had offered. The demon cheated him anyway, and didn't tell him the full details of the spell."

Portia glanced curiously at Sir Jeremy, who looked about like someone had just kicked him in the balls. Then she nodded and said, "I guess he deserved that, though of course I saw nothing suspicious. Did you?"

"Nothing at all," Sarina said.

"And that spell you mentioned?" Portia asked casually.

"The less anyone knows about it, the better, believe me. You don't want to know," Sarina replied. "For the record, you can state that Sir Jeremy was planning to overthrow the government, with supernatural aid from that demon."

"And how are we supposed to prove that, if we allow you to erase the memories of the victims, and with the demon gone?" Portia asked.

"Take sworn statements from everyone before I erase their memories," Sarina said. "And I think that Sir Jeremy will be quite willing to confess, in return for a new identity and secure isolation far away from here, say, in the Australian penal colonies? He has made some incredibly powerful enemies here, and I do believe he won't live a fortnight without extreme protection. You'll understand when you ask for his confession to the magistrates. The real villain behind all this was that wolf over there, and he just paid for his crimes with both his life and his soul. The demon killed him and took his soul, for violating the contract he made with the demon."

"Ah... Yes, we saw the demon kill him. No need, I think to investigate that further." Portia said.

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When she returned home, Sarina asked Asha, "Did anyone try anything here, while I was dealing with Sir Jeremy?"

"No. Everything was quiet," the elemental replied. "So, what happened?"

Sarina told Asha how the night had gone, while she prepared for bed.

"So you got the spell, and all of the demon's knowledge as well? Can you use any of what you stole from him?" Asha asked.

"Quite a lot, though it may take me many years to sift through all of it for the useful bits. If nothing else, I am certain to find quite a few useful spells, and I now know the names of hundreds of hellspawn that he knew, many of which are peers of that demon, just as powerful as he, or more so."

"Be careful with that, Mistress," Asha warned. "The denizens of Hell each have three names. There is the use name that they allow mortals to address them by, which has no power over them. Like when you call me Asha. Then there is the name we call each other, and which may be used to summon us individually," Asha said.

"I know," Sarina replied. "And the third name is their true name, known only to themselves and to a very few who have learned it, and that name alone can always compel them to do your will. Yes, I got that from his mind quite clearly. Don't worry. The cost of dealing with hellspawn is usually more than I am willing to pay. I have no intention of using what I learned from him, unless I actually need it."

Sarina turned back the covers of her bed, and paused as she saw a handwritten note lying on the bed sheet. It was in a different handwriting than the mysterious note that the wolf had somehow left on her pillow, after she told the Shepherds about Sir Jeremy. But someone had still managed to place it there, in spite of her improved defenses at the mansion. She read it aloud to Asha.

"It seems we have a stalemate. The one who died did not represent the majority, and has been replaced. Do not contact us again, and we shall leave you and yours alone. Interfere with our future activities at your peril."

"It isn't signed, but there is no doubt which organization left it here. It seems that hydra grows a new head quite quickly," Sarina said.

"They always do," Asha agreed. "It appears you impressed them, though. Enough at least that they don't want to cross swords with you at this time. Well done, Mistress. Well done."