

Now he stood proudly in front of the mirror, admiring himself. He was 6'8 300 pounds, with a 56 inch chest, arms and legs like corded logs of wood. But what made him proudest, happiest, was the size of his pole-like prick.
Up until a month ago, it was, to him, a modest 8 inches. But the voices in his head had promised him if he would allow them to use him, they could and would increase the size and power of his manhood. All he had to do was to shave his head slippery smooth, and keep it that way.
Well the Demon Rapist had readily agreed, and he was thrilled with how the "voices" had rewarded him. Now his manhood was 11 inches of hefty, vein-twisted cock. It was so thick that even he could not get his fingers around it. It looked as big around as a child's fist and as long as a child's forearm, but the thing that pleased him the most was that it was gnarly like the limb of an oak tree. The towering post felt veryhot in his huge hands and seemed to throb with a life of its own.
He had, with the aid of the "voices" managed to rape an average of 9 women a day, and would have raped more gad the voices permitted it. Nine seemed to be a special number with them. One young woman he had dragged to his lair he had assualted 9 times in each hole, and the "voices"had made him fall asleep before he could damage her further.
The screams of the woman he had raped in the last hour still rang sweetly in his ears......and thanks to the powers that the "voices" had granted, he had raped her in broad daylight on a busy streetin pussy and ass for a full 20 minutes, and no one heard or saw a thing till he was long gone. He had hurt the woman horribly with his inhuman dick, tearing her up good under the power of his lustful demon-powered thrusting but he hoped she wouldn't die. He wanted her to live with what he had done to her for a long, long time. And perhaps, someday he might find her again.....
He thought about a woman he had seen leaving a church as he walked away from his last victim. His eye had been drawn to her because: she looked child-like, small breasted, slim waisted. His "voices" wouldn't let him have a child. They had hurt him almost beyond endurance when he tired to snatch one. But this female was a woman. He could pretend, when he found her.
He stood grinning as he looked at himself, fisting his humongous cock. It looked bigger than before, the huge, hairy nuts swaying underneath the long thick shaft. Had it grown? Yes he was sure of it, as his hand pumped faster and faster, at least another inch, perhaps more.
The "voices" in his head began speaking to him again, instructing him when and how he could have this girl-like woman. He pumped faster and faster, as they spoke, in a frenzy of lust.....
********** Dawn had wanted to become a nun. This was not so much because of any great depth of faith, though she was pious enough but because she wanted to serve her fellow humans. Unfortunately, for that particular dream, door after door had been closed to Dawn, because they were just some things about the Faith of the Children of Light that Dawn just didn't believe.