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Dylan the Unconventional	By : FairySlayer Category: +G through L > Golan the Insatiable Views: 3822 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Dylan the Unconventional
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“Cool! I knew you could violate rules, but violating people sounds like way more fun!” the demon lord’s tiny nine-year old acolyte said giddily. “I want to come too.”
“No way, Dylan. I don’t want you screwing this up for me,” Golan growled. The giant, round demon glared at her with disgust. “It’s bad enough I’m a bit rusty at hunting, so I don’t need you running your yapper the whole time.” Then he mocked, “’Why’d you tell her you’re a movie producer, Golan?’ and ‘What did you put in her drink?’ and ‘Master, isn’t that the wrong hole?’” The monster suddenly shoved his snarling face right into hers. “Well let me tell you, Dylan,” he sneered her name, then his eyes went fiery as he bellowed, “THERE IS NO WRONG HOLE!”
“Please, Master! I’ll do anything you want! I’ll be your slave.” Golan faced down at her and rolled his eyes. “Oh, right,” she mumbled as she looked down and stared glumly.
Golan went back to preparing for the evening. “Now, should I bathe so it’s easier to get close undetected, or roll around in road kill to make it even more hideous? You know, maximize the humiliation and horror.” He stopped cold when he heard a sniffle. Looking back, he saw his little worshipper with her face buried in her elbow as she fought back tears. “Oh now what is it?”
“I am not worthy of you, my most evil master!” was her muffled response.
“First right thing you’ve said all day,” he snorted.
She wrapped her arms around the demon’s huge thigh and cried into him. “My whole life is only to serve you, dark lord. Please let me demonstrate my undying devotion to your evil reign of bloody terrors.”
“Dylan,” he started while patting her back then drawing her away from his waist. He lifted her face to meet his concerned gaze. “But you have an important duty to fulfill here in my absence.”
“What? Record Game of Thrones for you?” she sighed.
“No!” he mocked. “I have HBO Go, remember? But if you think of it get Penny Dreadful for me. That show makes me laugh,” he chuckled. Then he remembered himself and cleared his throat. “Anyway, I have a most crucial task for you: come up with a good alibi for me. Not that I really need one, but if I can deny it then your mom won’t hold it against me as much.”
“Okay,” she groaned as she wiped the tears into her runny mascara. “But when will I get to hurt lots of people too?”
Golan stood up straight again and turned to continue getting ready. “Geesh, Dylan, do you think I ever asked permission when I was your age? If you’re so desperate to destroy lives and stuff then show some initiative. Maybe you can find something small to defile yourself. You know, just to get started.”
Then the huge monster spun around with a flourish as his eyes turned red and his voice grew deep, angry. “Now, puny mortal, I am wont to lurk in the most horrid, darkest reaches of the abyss, where vile, putrid horrors await those who brazenly stray...”
“So you’ll be at TGI Friday’s?” Dylan cut in.
“Yes. And if I call and you don’t hear anything it’s not a butt dial. I just need an escape call.”
“Yes, o Master,” she said reverently while bowing as he left.
Then her shoulders slumped as she let out a sigh. She walked over to her desk where a bead kit was open and took one of the smooth glass baubles out, staring at it closely before taking out a file and starting to sharpen the edges. “Just gotta file...” She stopped short. “Or I could de-file.”
Suddenly she put them down and got up, nearly running to the bed. She slid the last few feet on her knees, pulling up the bedspread as she came to a stop. Then she stared at the various items underneath.
She laid her entire upper body on the floor to reach in far. After digging around for half a minute she pulled out a small purse, all beat up. The O in “Hello Kitty” had been hacked away with a steak knife, and the whole thing was stained from repeated attempts to dye it pitch black. She got back on her knees and unzipped it with anticipation before dumping its contents onto the bed. There was one of her mother’s old lipstick tubes, her sister’s old hairbrush, a small AA battery flashlight, and an empty Edgar Allan Poe Pez dispenser.
A smile grew wide across her face as Golan’s words came back to her. “Find something small … to defile yourself.”
Dylan stood over the bed, contemplating the items which had always given her quirky and inexplicable feelings. “Okay, I think this is it,” she told herself. “Now, to get in the mood.” With that, she put a Halloween sound effects CD in the player and turned the volume low.
“O Mighty Golan, God-Lord Ruler of Gkruool and ultimate evil one! I hereby dedicate my violation to you!”
The little girl kicked off her Maryjanes and started to lift her top, but then stopped short, looking unsatisfied. She hummed softly and the tip of her tongue poked out from between her lips as she thought. Her face suddenly lit up, and then she deliberately licked her lips as a slow laugh echoed in her belly. She jerked both arms behind her back and cried out softly, “MASTER! What are you doing?” Then she threw her whole body, face-first onto the bed and writhed in place, kicking and whining softly so as not to alert her sister.
She roughly grabbed her top and undershirt together and yanked up several times, intentionally catching them on her chin and ears as she roughly pawed her own completely flat chest. Finally she allowed herself to pull them off, slowly relishing being unable to see while sliding them over her head.
After throwing them onto the floor she sat up, grabbed a fistful of her hair, then slammed her back against the bed a few times. “Please don’t stop, my most vicious demigod of virgin destruction!” she whimpered as she choked herself for several seconds. She let go and lay still, but for only an instant. She grabbed at her studded leather bracelets and jerked violently as she pulled them from her wrists, leaving bruises.
Next she doubled over on her side and unzipped her skirt just enough so that it was a struggle to remove it. Then she grabbed the crotch piece of her dark purple panties and tried to rip them off herself, pulling them painfully into the crack of her ass and her slit, but she wasn’t strong enough. “Damnit, you weak little loser!” she scolded herself as she yanked them down and struggled for a moment to kick them off her ankles. Now clad only in her white ankle socks, the pale girl rolled over face down on the mattress. “I said shut UP!” She put one hand behind her head to push it further into the bedding, then she raised her other hand and gave herself a few spankings on her bare, tiny bottom. At that angle they weren’t very hard but they were pleasurably loud to her ears. She quickly rolled herself over so hard that she hit the wall with a soft thud. Then she did it again for good measure.
Now winded and covered with a thin sheen of perspiration, the nine year old sat up and bent over as she used a jumprope to tie her ankles very tightly to the bedposts. She intentionally rolled her legs and feet to make sure she got a rope burn on her ankles. Then she reached next to herself and picked up the first object she could feel. It was one of her mother’s old long-empty lipstick tubes, a small metal cylinder with a slanted top. She held it up in one hand and lazily drew her other index finger up and around its cold, smooth surface. After a few moments Dylan ran it across her lips, caressing them as she thought about the face her mother made while putting lipstick on, but then she pushed the tip into her mouth and suckled it. She poked it with the tip of her tongue as she pushed it in and out of her mouth, a little at first but then as deep as the short tube would go.
Once it was warm and covered with spit, Dylan took it from her mouth and ran it across her cheek and down her neck. She plunged two fingers of her free hand into her mouth and sucked greedily while jamming them in and out. Meanwhile she slid the tube down her belly, slowing as it ran over her mons, sending a shiver of anticipation throughout her small body. Then she gently slid the pointed tip into the topmost part of her slit and slid it up and down. A small moan escaped her throat, even surprising herself. As if annoyed by her own pleasure she jammed her fingers further down her throat and pushed the tube against her most sensitive places even harder. After letting out a satisfied grunt she started to moan weakly. The tube found its way lower and deeper between her folds and she started to buck her hips just a little. Suddenly the metal makeshift toy found the wetness forming between her inner lips and immediately slid about an inch into her virgin quim. “AAAGH!” she moaned as it separated her insides enough to make her mascara-covered eyes scrunch up extra tight. Then after only a moment’s hesitation she gripped the base tightly and shoved it back in, twisting it around. It couldn’t go very deep at all, but it was still driving her wild with powerful little shocks of pleasure.
The tiny girl pulled her wet fingers from her mouth and started playing with one of her nipples. It readily stiffened under her rough attentions. While driving the tube inside herself as deep as she could she grabbed her nipple and gave it a hard pinch.
“Oww!” she yelped as she lost her rhythm and started rubbing her sore nub. Then she suddenly let go of the lipstick and used that hand to slap the gentler one. “NO! You deserve pain!” she scolded herself as she slapped her smarting nipple. She pinched it even harder for good measure, causing tears to form in the corners of her eyes. Dylan slapped herself in the face. “Quiet, you worm! Feel the pain of Golan inside and out!” she squeaked as she jabbed two fingers into her quite moist snatch.
Her other hand reached around on the bed until she found the hairbrush. She gripped the handle tight and scrubbed her chest and belly with the worn bristles, all the while slowly frigging herself until her hand was almost soaked. She turned the brush around, holding the bristles end with both hands, and shoved the handle into her mouth as far as she could let it. Then she prodded harder against the back of her throat. Suddenly her whole body convulsed and she jerked up violently, barely managing to pull the handle from her throat in time to keep from throwing up. She laid back, breathing hard as her gag reflex settled. “AWESOME!” she gasped.
Next she picked up the narrow flashlight and smiled. She abruptly remembered to slap herself and pinched her nipple again while growling, “This isn’t for your enjoyment, wretch!” The Goth pawed roughly at her chest while rubbing the butt of the flashlight against her glistening opening. Her body went flush as she clumsily rolled the end against her anxious sex and continued to feel herself up. The tip caught against her entrance a few times as it got quite slick with her intimate juices. She stopped, slapped herself across the face twice for good measure, and whimpered softly as she slowly pushed the flashlight into her opening. About only a third of the way in she felt a painful resistance that made her hesitate. Dylan steeled herself. “One small push for a girl; One giant stretch of my girlhood for almighty Golan’s power...”
With that she grabbed the head of the flashlight as hard as she could, her knuckles turning white as she twisted and pushed and slowly drove it in deep. Even as she felt it tearing her hymen she didn’t stop, and despite the intense pain she was disappointed that it was suddenly easier to push the flashlight even deeper. While gasping in pain, she eventually drove it as far as it would go, pushing the last bit in so that her dripping opening was almost sealed. Her blood dripped out from the edges, creating a sharp contrast against the pale insides of her butt cheeks as it slowly ran down and then dripped into a small spot on the sheets. The girl grunted in pain and frustration as she futilely tried to make the flashlight go deeper.
Finally she gave up on that and focused on just trying to get hold of it again so she could resume her thrusting. She had to twist and dig her little fingers hard against the edge of her hot, aching, and impossibly tight opening to pry the head loose. However as soon as she got the rim free she was able to take hold of it. She pulled hard and it moved slowly at first, making a faint slurking sound that sent little shocks of pleasure throughout her tiny, pained body. It finally popped out of her with an audible squelch, and she instantly felt her abused yet humming insides shut. Still, she was very wet, never mind the residual trickle of blood. And she was not yet satisfied.
“Golan commands you to feel pain!”
The little brunette bit her lower lip as she made a fist with her free hand and pounded her lower belly once, twice. She grimaced in pain and sucked in a sharp breath, but an instant later she picked up the small flashlight again and pressed it against her girl lips. After sliding it hard up and down her slit to moisten it again she returned it to her vagina and pushed hard. It easily slid in halfway, making Dylan buck her hips while moaning in surprise and pleasure. She backed it out a little then shoved it in again, but she could barely get it in any deeper. She grunted in frustration as she started yanking on it in and out pretty much in place for a few moments. She suddenly paused as she gasped in delight. Her eyes lit up and she gritted her teeth as she resumed this quick in and out motion even more vigorously than before. Throwing her head back, she closed her eyes as she roughly fondled her breasts in time with fucking herself.
“Oh yes, take that you brat!”
The flashlight finally dislodged itself and began going deeper on each thrust, making Dylan push with even more force as she screwed herself. She tossed her head from side to side as the aches and pains enlivened her, the soreness in her wrists only egging her on to rape herself more brutally. All the while a funny tickling sensation began to fill her chest and pelvis. The sheets were becoming damp with her perspiration and her hair stuck to her grunting face. Her pussy ached for more pounding and she struggled to give it everything she could. She was now thrusting quite fast, going in as deep as she could without losing her grip. Dylan didn’t know what was happening but her instincts told her she needed more.
With a vicious yank she pulled the flashlight from her cunt and grabbed the base. She shoved it in her mouth and licked it, working her lips over it and tasting her own juices and blood. It turned her on so bad! She covered the head in spit and quickly brought it back to her pussy, struggling to impale herself with the larger end. “Take that, you snot-nosed little cunt!” She used both hands to drive it in past her entrance then to force her insides even wider as she fucked herself silly. She let out a long whine as she jerked it as hard as her little hands would let her.
Finally she withdrew it until the head stuck against her insides and then began using long hard strokes on herself with one hand. She ran the fingers of her other hand rapidly up and down the length of her slit. Sweat poured off of her, and her pussy nearly gushed. Her ankles pulled hard against their bonds, spreading her thighs painfully wide, and her back arched to the breaking point as she felt the twinges heralding her first orgasm. Her vagina went white hot for a moment then seized hard against the intruder, pulsing wildly. A blinding light filled Dylan’ as her whole body shuddered uncontrollably in delight. Then an intense yet soothing heat that she’d never imagined possible filled her small form from head to toe, and she felt herself floating in a fiery sea as small flames licked and tickled her all over. And a huge smile filled her face.
Soon though she felt herself slipping back to reality, but as she could feel all the blows and bruises again it only made her feel more alive, and the feelings in her nether regions only made her all that much more satisfied. She lay there panting for a good few minutes even before reaching between her legs to remove the flashlight from her pussy. She’d already started to dry up so it was hard to get it out, but she actually enjoyed the discomfort, especially as she stretched her entrance to remove it completely. After untying her ankles she rubbed her sore pussy lips a few times and then pushed the flashlight between the bed and the wall. She did likewise with the other items, then curled up into a ball and weakly pulled the sheets over herself. Her eyes slowly closed as her breathing softened, and a small “I love you, Golan the Insatiable,” escaped from between her pretty little lips as she drifted off into a sound sleep.

An hour later a groggy looking Golan entered the room. He made a disgusted face when he saw Dylan in the bed. “Blegh. Stop befouling my bed.” He grabbed a corner of the sheet and pulled up until the naked girl rolled out of it and into her doggie bed, then he dropped the sheet on top of her, not noticing or not caring that she was completely naked. She began to stir as he flopped onto the bed, making it creak threateningly under his weight, and started drifting off to sleep. Then his eyes suddenly popped open and his nostrils flared. “Oh, she must have used a virgin blood scented fabric softener. Nice.” Then he closed his eyes and was out.
The little girl finally got up, taking a frustrating minute to disentangle herself from the sheet. “Golan! Golan! I did it...” Then she realized he was fast asleep. “Sleep well. May the screams of innocents fill your dreams, Master,” she whispered before kissing him on the cheek. Quietly, she found her bracelets and put them back on before grabbing her pajamas and heading for the bathroom. She turned off the light on the way out.
Just a minute later, Carole Beekler dragged herself inside after another long day and night at work. All the overtime was exhausting, but they really needed the money to repair all of the damage Golan caused on a regular basis. She grabbed a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass while sitting at the kitchen table. As she opened her laptop and entered the password she quietly hummed to herself, “Okay Golan, let’s see if you left me anything sexy on the nanny cam tonight.”
The End
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