Looking for Will Stories (Cthulhu)
Todd Suess
missing the first cheerleader massacre story. If anyone has these,
please let me know. I can post the others if anyone is interested,
they are pretty intense (Horror, Sex, Death) etc.
Regards,
Todd
Dakkar
wrote:
I've been looking for those stories FOREVER! Well, not forever,
exactly... I wrote them under the name Dracthyus years ago, and lost
most of them. Fortunately, I do have a copy of Cthulhu Cheerleader
Massacre, here included. Please, post whatever you've got!
Wil Whately calmly sat at the outside table of the small McDonald's in
Miami, and ate his cheeseburger. He didn't really need food, anymore,
because he could live for an eternity off of pain and terror. He still
liked cheeseburgers, though.
He had passed the first hurdle towards achieving his god-hood... he
now had an indestructable, immortal body with immense strength and
speed. However, as he discovered after the transformation ceremony,
the astonishing powers of his new self were mostly latent, requiring
further feeding ceremonies to awaken.
He had, alas, only briefly scanned the Deus ex Lexicon after he had
stolen it, and had only gotten as far as the transformation ceremony
when his lust for power, and his lust to rape Kristen, had compelled
him to continue. He continued to scan the volume at his table, his
enhanced senses guarding against detection.
There were three major powers he would need to acquire before he was
complete. Control of his form, control of animals, and control of the
minds of others. Each one would require a slightly different ceremony,
a slightly different mix of terror, pain, and physical satiation. He
would require the aid of several monsters and servants of the old ones
to complete these tasks, but that was hardly a problem. The power of
the Necronomicon was already a part of him... he didn't need the
ancient tome any more, and had very carefully hidden it in a graveyard
in New Hampshire. Couldn't have too many power-hungry people aspiring
to godhood, now could we?
That night, he had approached an ATM machine, shattered the security
camera with a rock from outside of it's range, and ripped it out of
the wall of the bank with his bare hands. Alarms started going off
like crazy, of course, but he had plenty of time to pull all of the
money out of it's heavily armored compartment and run far away before
any security or police arrived. The body was well suited to acts of
this type.
Wil used the money to acquire money-orders, and used the money-orders
to set up a checking account for himself in St. Louis, Missouri. The
robbery was considered an unsolvable mystery, because it would have
taken ten men working with heavy construction equipment half an hour
to perform it. Wil repeated this operation several times within a
month, each time in a different city. In thirty days, he had several
million dollars. More than enough capitol.
It helped that he didn't need to eat, or sleep. Just a quick walk
through a bad part of town, where people everywhere lived in despair,
was more than enough nourishment for him. Likewise, he needed no place
to stay during that time. But then, he needed a place. A nice, secure
place in which to perform his rituals. That, and he needed a car.
Taking the bus everywhere would no longer work, and the car he had
owned was too easily tied in with the robbery of the Deus ex Lexicon.
He found a lovely house out in the middle of nowhere, formerly owned
by a farmer. It cost him less than a tenth of his total wealth, even
after he had had contractors install soundproofing and modern
conveniences. For a car, he purchased a large, black van, with tinted
windows and a black carpet and leather interior. A lot more of his
money went into large shopping trips to hardware shops, where he
purchased hooks and pulleys and rope and chain by the truckload, not
to mention sickles and chainsaws and machetes. He was amazed at how
much of what he needed to acquire ultimate power was available at a
hardware store!
Having acquired the raw materials, he began to weave a tapestry of
darkness within the house. Shoggoths and Night Gaunts and other beasts
of darkness arrived, constructing altars and symbols of power within
the place, darkening it with magics most foul. At the end of the
second month, his place was complete, and had just the right "homey"
feel to it.
The Deus ex Lexicon rested on a black marble pedestal in the
library... and curses of such magnitude were placed on it that anyone,
save Wil, who even touched it would fall to dust and bones before they
had taken a second breath.
He was ready.
It would have been quite simple merely to hire a hooker, bring her
back to the house, and use her for the ceremony. Contrary to popular
belief, virgins weren't all that particularly powerful. He would need
one for the third and final ceremony, of course, but that was more for
style than efficacy.
But hookers were usually jaded to pain and terror... they had seen so
much and done so much and had so much done to them that their pain and
terror was stale... suppressed. Much better to find some young thing
who thought she was invulnerable to pain and terror... who thought she
was too good for it. Age wasn't particularly important, but Wil had a
taste, at this time, for High School girls. Easily accessible, by far
too inexperienced not to fall into just about any trap that he laid,
and usually too snooty and stuck-up to think anything bad could ever
happen to them.
He took a room in a town far away from his home, and read the local
papers. When he read that a local high-school team was going away for
a night game, he drove his black van to their parking lot, and waited
for the bus to come back.
Part of him cried warnings to him - "be subtle! Be cautious! Don't
scare the mortals too much yet... you're not at your full power!"
Other parts of him, though, scoffed. - "Subtle? I'm immortal and
invincible! I can evade anything the mortals throw at me, and I'm only
just starting! I'll show them the true meaning of terror!"
The bus arrived back, and football players and cheerleaders started
getting off of it, waiting for their rides to come, or starting to
walk to the local ice-cream parlor to celebrate. Wil concentrated, and
sent a pair of Shoggoths straight into their midst.
For most of them, the terror was short-lived. The mighty bladed
tentacles of the Shoggoths pierced them, sliced them, layed them open
like fish being gutted for frying. For some, their wounds were still
fatal, but not quite as immediately; they would spend minutes or hours
bleeding their life onto the street or into an operating room, from
gaping holes in their abdomens or missing limbs. Nothing any medical
science could do would stop that bleeding, it was somehow
supernatural.
For a few, the terror was just beginning. The Shoggoths grabbed four
of the cheerleaders, who screamed and kicked ineffectually at the
monsters, and threw them into the back of the van. One Shoggoth
entered the van with them, holding all four helpless in its many
tentacles. The other Shoggoth simply vanished... sent back to where it
came from by the force of Wil's mind.
In another moment, the four cheerleaders were quite asleep, a quick
spell from the Necronomicon ensuring their silent slumber. The second
Shoggoth vanished, and Wil drove off.
No witnesses. About forty dead, four missing. Police would find a set
of van prints, but they would be mixed in with the hundreds of other
tire prints from the vehicles of the dead (and missing) teens'
parents, the news vans, and the polices' own cars. Wil enjoyed a
leisurely three day drive, the extended fuel-tanks on the van allowing
him to stop only once.
Once at his home, he moved not with the speed and impatience of a
rapist anxious to get at his prey, but with the cold precision of a
craftsman, applying his art to a new medium. The four girls were
carried to the basement, and shackled to four walls of a five-walled
room. They were chained to the wall spread-eagled, held tightly by
leather manacles and anklets. The walls they were secured to were
slightly convex, pressing subtly at the center of their backs while
pulling their arms back, givng their breasts a pronounced thrust.
Will secured the supplies he would need, and sealed the door. Now, it
was impossible to tell that there was a door in this room at all. The
entire room was black... black leather restraints on black walls,
black floor, black ceiling, a single, wide, black altar in the center
of the floor with black iron rings set in the corners, holding lengths
of black rope. The light came from a diffuse, hidden source in the
ceiling... everything in the room was well lit, but black. Wil was
dressed in a black robe over black shorts, his pale skin a stark
contrast to all that was around him. The cheerleaders' bright blue and
yellow uniforms brightened the place considerably.
WIll examined the four... the two brunettes were quite short, and one
of them wasn't all that attractive... she would probably become the
example he first used to inspire terror in the others. The one with
brown hair had a lot of promise... she looked like she was in her
20's, and had an absolutely amazing body. But the blonde!
Golden hair, face made up professionally, body of a porn star. The
gold chain on her wrist spoke of wealthy parents, a protected life...
a rich bitch who never had a fear in the world, except that perhaps
one of her rich bitch friends would wear the same dress to prom. She
was the one. The other three would be window-dressing for this
ceremony, but she would be the one who gave him the first power -
control over his form.
Before he woke them, he prepared them. They'd been asleep...
effectively in suspended animation for three days. When he awoke them,
however, all of their bodily processes would start up again, including
some that made rape... messy and distasteful, at best. He walked up to
the first brunette, the average looking one, and spoke a quick
incantation.
A slug appeared in his hand... a slug about a foot long and three
inches wide, glowing a pale green. Grinning, he levered the sleeping
girl's mouth open, and pushed the head of the slug between her
helpless lips.
She had no sensation, no awareness. It might have been more
entertaining to do this to her after she was awake, but Wil had so
many other plans for the girls that he felt he could do this one
without them. The slug crawled into her mouth, and dissapeared down
her throat.
WIl waited. The slug was a spectral creature, that thrived on things
most other creatures found distasteful. As Wil watched the girl's
motionless form, the creature was emptying her stomach, intestines,
bowels, and bladder. When Wil's senses told him the creature was
finished, he banished it back to the place from which it came, and
summoned another.
He cleaned each of the girls out throuroughly with the awful
creatures, assuring that they would not only be unable to put a mess
in his nice black room, but that they would be starving, and more
vulnerable to whatever he wished to do to them.
That finished, Wil awoke them, and listened to their questioning
noises and screams of fear for a few minutes, seated on the altar,
cleaning his fingernails.
"What...? Oh, god, what's happeing?"
"Help! I can't move! HELP me!"
"Oh, no! No! Please, help! No!"
"Let me GO! Let me go, you bastard! LET ME GO!"
Wil enjoyed the display... it showed that they had life in them. He
would need that.
He had learned, years ago, that when you gave something a name, that
name became a part of it, and if you could truly see, you could truly
see the name of that thing. It had been very useful in luring small
girls away from playgrounds.
He approached the least attractive one, the brunette, and said "Are
you a virgin, Lina?"
The girl was shocked. "How do you know..."
He reached forward, and stroked her cheek. "I know a lot about you,
Lina. I know you're a virgin," he said. There was so much he could
tell, just from looking at her. "You're going to die a virgin, too."
Her face paled, the other three became silent, in shock.
"No, please... no! I don't want to die....."
WIl put his hand over her mouth, and turned to the other three.
"I want you all to watch this very carefully. I am about to kill your
friend, here. If you do not all do exactly as I tell you to, the same
thing will happen to you."
"No, wait..." started the brown-haired beauty.
"Oh, god, no..." started the blonde.
"Wait! I'll do it! Just don't..." said the other brunette. Wil Tsked.
She would have to be next. She was far far to anxious to accomodate
him.
Wil reached forward, and grabbed a handful of the skin-tight sweater
of the brunette in either hand. WIthout apparent effort, he ripped it
clean open, bits of thread and fuzz flying. Her modest breasts were in
a cream-colored bra that did nothing for her figure.
"NO! PLEASE, DON'T!" she screamed, as Wil began to play with her
breasts. With a smile, he tore her bra open as well.
As she screamed into the black room, Wil released first one hand, then
the other from the wall, and bound them together behind her back.
Then, he released her ankles, and bound them together. She stood
there, crying, her cheerleader's uniform ruined, her bare breasts
jiggling with her heavy breathing. As the other three looked on in
shock, Wil forced her to her knees.
"I know you've never sucked a cock before, Lina," Wil said, as he
opened his robe and dropped his shorts. His cock, which he willed at
the moment to be eleven inches long, fully erect, pointed directly at
her helpless face. "This will be the first, and the last cock you ever
have in your mouth. Good bye, Lina."
"No! No! Oh, god, please, I'll do whatever you mmmpph!"
Wil Tsked again... if she'd kept her big mouth shut, she might have
lived a few seconds longer. No matter. He slowly pushed his big cock
into her helpless, defenseless mouth, holding her head in both hands
and pulling her lips over his erection.
In an unprecedented bit of spirit, Lina bit down hard on his cock...
and nearly broke her teeth. WIl's cock, like the rest of him, was
completely indestructible. Lina's relatively gentle nibble only
excited him more.
The other girls broke out of their shock to shout at him, cajole him,
to beg him to stop. He merely smiled down at Lina's upturned, hopeful
eyes, and continued his slow oral insertion.
In a minute, he was pushing it into her throat. She started to squirm,
to jerk about, exerting all of the force she could. She might as well
have been trying to lift a tanker truck... his strength was far too
much for her.
As he continued to slowly push his cock into her throat, she started
to gag and choke, her eyes began to bug out. She made little pitiful
sounds of helplessness around his big cock... to no avail. Shortly,
her nose was pressed up against his stomach, all eleven inches of that
cock were in her mouth and down her throat, completely blocking off
her air passages.
He held her like that, with his hands on the back of her head, as she
struggled and squirmed on her knees, biting hard into his invulnerable
cock, unable to close her eyes... she was unconcious in under a
minute. It was four minutes before she died, though. Four minutes of
pleading from her friends, all attempts to shout and cajole gone. Four
minutes of intense pleasure... the fear in the room was escalating by
the second as the three remaining girls watched their friend choke to
death on his cock.
When her heart had beaten its last, he pushed her over onto her back,
where she lay, blue-lipped, her open-in-death eyes staring at the
black ceiling.
Wil regarded her body for a moment in the silence that filled the
room. The other three were pale, sweating, one was shaking visibly...
Wil had gotten the effect he had been going for.
He turned to the other brunette, and smiled. She screamed, and the
other two began screaming for help. Among the cacophany, Wil unbound
the second brunette and held her by one hand, as she kicked and beat
at him with her free hand. He allowed this to go on for several
minutes, ignoring every blow, including the several well-aimed kicks
at his crotch. He was invulnerable, and enjoyed that status.
When she had tired herself out quite a bit, he dragged her over to the
altar, forced her down onto her back, and bound her wrists and ankles
to the four corners.
The other two became silent... they had decided that the more they
yelled, the worse they made it for their fellow. This wasn't entirely
true... it would be worse for her no matter what. WIl was not
particularly bothered by their noise, unless it bolstered their
spirits... he wanted them in fear, and in pain. The fear in the room
was building... the fear in the blonde would have to be at it's peak
when he sacrificed her, and to do that, he had to work very carefully
on the other remaining two!
"Hello, Kristen," Wil said to the bound brunette. "Do you want to
die?"
"N...no," she squeaked, her voice breaking.
Wil smiled warmly, and tore off her skirt. She winced, but remained
still, believing that if she didn't resist, she would be spared. Wil
liked that... there was a glimmer of hope in her. It put a glimmer of
hope in the other two. That was an excellent start, because it meant
there was someting to extinguish.
WIl stroked her muscular thighs, running his fingernails in little
circles on the warm, supple flesh. Goosebumps rose on the girl, and
she began to relax, unwittingly... what he was doing felt good!
Gently, almost lovingly, Wil worked at the fabric of her sweater, and
carefully he pulled it apart and removed it from her. He did the same
with her bra and panties.
Kristen had a modest body, but well developed, very firm, a nice, flat
tummy and lovely jutting breasts with bright pink nipples. WIl layed
his hand on her sparse patch of dark pubic hair, and gently ran the
pad of his pinky over her mons.
"Does this feel good, Kristen?"
Kristen knew what he wanted to hear, plus, she wouldn't be lying...
even though he had killed Lina, and even though he was going to rape
her, it DID feel good.
"Y..yes.... yes, it feels g.. good."
WIl gently teased her nipples to erection with his fingers, then bent
forward, and sucked the left nipple into his mouth. Kristen gasped and
arched her back, thrusting her breast deeper into his inviting mouth.
The other two girls were very, very confused... what was going on
here?
Wil then stood, and knelt on the altar, one knee on either side of
Kristen's head, his cock bobbing with the force of his pulse, the head
of it directly over her mouth.
"I know you've done this before, Kristen," said Wil. "Do me well, and
maybe you'll get out of here alive."
Kristen looked up at the massive cock, and the fear began in earnest.
She had given head a couple of times before, to guys on the football
team... but neither of them were hung like this! Not only that, but
this was more than a cock. It was the weapon that had killed Lina, and
he was asking her to take it into her own mouth!
But she had little choice... she craned her head up, and soundly
kissed the underside of the head, and began to run her tongue back and
forth along the cleft of it.
Will lowered his cock to her lips, and smiled... he still had some
human feelings, and he still enjoyed sex, he just didn't need it. He
enjoyed fear more, and the sharp pangs of it Kristen felt as the head
of his cock slipped between her trembling lips were like a meal to
him. He had carefully orchestrated this... every second, she would be
afraid that he would shove that cock down her own throat, choking her
to death as he had done to Lina. That constant trickle of fear was
what his goal had been all along.
He slid more of his cock into her helpless, unwilling mouth, the fear
and the sensation merging into a delicious whole. He reached down, and
grasped her head, and slid his cock in and out of her mouth for a few
moments... filling her mouth time and again, but never going too far,
never choking her.
Kristen's fear began to ebb, and she started to allow herself to enjoy
the sensation... she sucked ever more enthusiastically, doing those
things with her tongue that Vince had liked so much in the back seat
of his car. She moaned deeply, and the other two were shocked that it
seemed to be a moan of pleasure!
"God, she's digging it!" said the blonde.
Wil felt the fear ebb as the pleasure increased, and decided to alter
the mix. WIth a flexing of the muscles in his thighs, the head of his
cock punched down into her throat.
Her eyes widened, her hands closed into fists as the muscles in her
arms struggled against their bonds. Wil allowed this to go on for
several seconds, then he pulled his cock back, resting the head of it
on her tongue.
"Did that frighten you?" he asked gently, stroking her hair.
"Mmm-hmmm," she agreed, her mouth full of cock.
"Good," said Wil, as he entered her throat once more. He fucked her
face hard, then, pulling out enough for her to breathe, for an
instant, then plunging back into her throat once. more. She struggled
and fought under him, finding it hard to time her breathing to his
thrusts... the other two girls became silent once more - she was now
most definitely NOT "digging it."
He fucked her throat for another few minutes, then pulled out, and
stood next to her. He turned to face the one with brown hair.
"You're next, Christy," he leered. He moved down between Kristen's
legs.
"Oh, god, mister, please, don't do anything to me... please, let me
go..."
Wil smiled, and sat between her legs. "Why so worried, Kristen? You're
no virgin."
Kristen blushed... the other two hadn't known that. "It... it was only
the wuh-once..." she said, tears flowing down her face.
Wil chuckled. "Yes, with that gardner, in your garage. Oh, yes,
Kristen, I know all about you. I know everything there is to know
about you. Would you like to know how you're going to die?"
Kristen paled, shock setting in. "How?"
"Badly," said Wil, as he pushed a finger into her vagina. She
squealed, and tried to move her hips, to dislodge his finger, but
bound as she was, there wasn't much she could do.
Wil finger-fucked her for a moment, relaxing her, giving her a nice,
pleasant sensation. His thumb worked briefly at her clitoris, bringing
her close to orgasm. When she was moaning more from passion than fear,
Wil put a second finger into her tight little near-virgin pussy.
As she gasped at the insertion, he inserted a third. He fucked her
hard with three fingers, feeling her become wet around them. Her hips
bucked up towards his hand, now, anxious for more. Wil's smile became
as hard as steel... she would get more.
As the other two girls watched on, confused and terrified, Wil placed
his pinky into Kristen's pussy, and pushed hard. Kristen's moans
changed almost immediatly.
"Ooooooooooh, GOD! NO, OW! Oh, NO!" she yelled. "Too much! TOO MUCH!
Take it out! Take it out!"
But WIl kept on pushing, until his knuckles vanished into his victim.
She screamed, and arched her back again, but that was nothing compared
to the scream she issued when he forced the rest of his hand up her
tight, inexperienced hole.
Wil glared into Kristen's wide-open eyes. "You will pray to die as
easily as LIna did," he hissed, as he forced his hand further up her
vagina.
Kristen's protected world hadn't taught her the phrase "Fist Fuck,"
but that was what was happening to her nonetheless. Will drove his
impossibly strong, impossibly hard fist deep inside her, pulling out a
little, and driving in even further. The other two girls began to
scream again, to beg, to plead. But, try as they might, they could not
close their eyes or look away! That was part of the magic of the room,
and the altar. Wil had seen to that personally. He wasn't doing this
merely for his own amusement, although he had to admit it was kind of
fun. It was no good unless the other victims saw what was happening,
and anticipated worse!
WIl continued to ram his fist deeper and deeper into Kristen. Kristen
lost the ability to scream... the pain became so intense she lost her
breath. Then, horribly, she felt something rip inside her... he was
tearing at her insides! Blood started pouring out along his arm, and
the other cheerleaders screamed and screamed... Kristen's pain
increased, and she threw her head back, the only clear thought in her
mind was a prayer that she die as easily as Lina had. Then, there was
a single, awful wrenching pain in her chest, and Wil yanked his hand
completely out of her, spattering the room with blood, and held
something over Kristen's still open eyes.
She realized, a moment before she died, that it was her own heart -
still beating. Her terror and pain in death increased the power in the
room tenfold.
Wil stood up, and looked at the other two... he was naked now, his
robe lost in his exertions, spattered with blood, and covered with it
from the tips of the fingers of his right hands up to his bicep. He
dropped the heart on the floor, unbound Kristen's body, and threw it
into a corner.
He began to glow, a sickly greenish glow, from the power in the room.
As the power gathered, he went to a recess in the fifth wall, and with
his blood drenched hand, pressed a panel. Another panel slid aside,
revealing the Deus ex Lexicon, open to the appropriate page.
Wil began the incantation, as the power flowed into him from the first
two victims. As the Horrendous words passed his lips, the other two
girls became silent, horror stricken, their sanity beginning to
falter. Wil smiled broadly, and untied Christy from the wall.
The mature appearing teenager with the brown hair and amazing body
struggled hard, with the strength of insanity. Wil held her by one
arm, again, as she struggled, and as she fought against his
invulnerable body, he ripped every shred of her cheerleader's uniform
off of her. When she was naked, and barely able to stand from
exhaustion, Will dragged her to the blood drenched altar, and forced
her down onto her stomach. She writhed and struggled, Kristen's warm
blood soaking her delicate white flesh, but it was no use, as Wil
bound her wrists and ankles, and had her spread-eagled, her lovely
prominent ass completely vulnerable to him.
Wil was finished with words... he knew her name, knew she lost her
virginity some time ago, knew about her long string of rich and rather
impotent boyfriends... it didn't matter. She was nearly insane with
fear... a fear that was so great it was contagious. Wil's smile became
a demonic baring of his teeth... mix that fear with incredible pain,
and she would be the final ingrediant before the sacrifice!
There were no preliminaries... Wil merely moved behind her, grasped
his huge cock in one hand, and placed the head of it against Kristen's
one virgin hole, her anus.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed, as her tits and stomach slid on the
blood-slick hard surface of the altar. That scream was all Wil needed.
He rammed his cock home in one stroke, the immense length and girth of
it tearing Christy's insides horribly. She let out one, single, long,
tortured moan, the pain too great for a scream. Then, he began to
pump.
Every thrust, evey ramming in of his raping cock did more damage, even
as she writhed under him, her long, svelte legs straining against the
bonds on her ankles, her lovely hair being thrown back and forth as
her head twisted this way and that in reaction to the incredible pain.
Wil raped her ass with his entire great reservoir of supernatural
strength... she went into shock after fifteen minutes of this torture.
Wil withdrew at this point... she was beyond pain and terror now, and
was useless, except as an example to the last one, the sacrifice, the
blonde - Tari. Wil summoned a Shoggoth from the depths of the
otherworld.
Tari's eyes opened wide, and her lips formed a scream... a scream that
had no air behind it, for her throat was too tight with terror. Wil
released the unconcious Christy, and the Shoggoth ate her alive, in
front of Tari.
Christy's eyes fluttered open for just a moment... perhaps some bodily
mechanism for giving the body one last chance of defense in dire
emergency. She was just in time to see the Shoggoth put her left leg
into it's immense mouth, up to mid-thigh, and bite. Christy had just
enough life left to scream... which put Tari over the edge.
Her mind tortured, terror filling the small, black room, Tari's
protected life had never prepared her for this kind of experience. Her
mind sank into a black pool, and she passed clean out.
Will smiled, as he watched his Shoggoth consume the body of Christy.
He would have it eat the other two, as well, and clean up the blood...
Shoggoths were good for that.
When Tari awoke, she believed, for just a moment, that it had all been
just a very bad nightmare. Then, she opened her eyes, discovered it
was She, now, that was bound naked to the altar, and that Wil was
hovering over her, his cock as long as ever, throbbing, and glowing
with power.
Tari tried to scream, and found that she had been gagged... for one,
she might have ruined the necessary incantations. Also, it kept her
fear and pain trapped inside of her, where Wil needed it.
She struggled, she fought against her bonds with all the strength of
hysteria... to no avail. Will began the chanting again, louder, and
this time, things that could not be seen, or even perceived, heard
him, and listened.
He knelt between Tari's legs, and slowly pushed his cock into her
pussy - she hadn't been a virgin either. She had, in fact, been a bit
of a little slut. That didn't matter. All that mattered was the pain,
and terror that he could give her. His cock was much larger than any
that she had ever taken, or even seen, before, and it stretched her
young pussy painfully. He fucked her hard, plunging in deeply, over
and over, her helpless body struggling up against him, her large,
silicone-implanted breasts pressing hard into his invulnerable chest,
her tan flesh bruising against the stone altar top and his
invulnerable loins as they hammered her mercilessly.
Then, as he began to reach his climax, he very deliberately reached
up, and broke her left arm. The pain was astonishing, and Tari almost
passed out again, but the magics of the room were working on her now,
and she was no longer able to pass into unconsiousness! As the bone
ends grated together with the motion of the rape, he reached up again,
and broke her right arm with a hammer-handed blow to the bicep.
She screamed loudly into the gag, tears flowing down her heavily
made-up face and forming little flesh-colored puddles next to her
head. WIth her arms broken, Wil increased the pain by fucking her even
harder, with all of his strength. Her pubic bone shattered, and his
continued fucking drove the bone shards deep into her flesh.
Her eyes wide with agony, her breath gone, her body one single
concerto of pain and horror, Wil reared his head back.
"IA IA! CTHULU FTAGN! IA IA! CTHULU FTAGN!" he shouted. He shouted
other words... he invoked Nyarlethotep, the messenger of the elder
ones, Yog Sothoth, the greatest of the old ones, He Who Must Not be
Named, and others. The names meant nothing to the dying Tari, but they
stirred something deep in her terror filled mind, and on an
instinctual level, somehow, she knew what was happening. It didn't
help her.
Wil groaned one last incantation, and spilled his seed into her,
allowing the power of the room to flow into her womb with it. The
power gripped Tari's very soul, bound it, would not let it leave her
destroyed body.
The ones who waited in the darkness approached... Wil did not see
them, but that was only because they could not be seen. They looked
over their sacrifice... and they approved. They reached into the
mangled body, and removed the soul of Tari... bound into ageless,
timeless beauty by the magics, ever young, ever innocent, ever
defenseless, ever vulnerable. Even as it was removed, one of the
unseen ones was binding it in tentacles foul, exposing it's every
vulnerable orifice, and invading it, drinking of the limitless pain
and humiliation it was capable of producing. Tari had been,
effectively, made immortal... and she would be raped by the unseen
ones for the remainder of time.
Wil sat back, and bowed his head in humility... and felt a slimy
tentacle encircle his softening penis, gently stroking it back to
erection. An impossible monstrosity appeared on the altar, both
incredibly ugly and fantastically beautiful at the same time in a way
that defied even Wil's perceptions. It was, in some ways, very like a
very lovely naked woman, beckoning him, and in others, a tentacled
abomination, dripping with fetid ichor and spilling off of the sides
of the stone table.
Wil took to the altar once more, and plunged his hard-again cock into
the thing. It bellowed/purred with lust/pain, and pulled him in to
her/it more tightly with tentacles/claws/hands/pseudopods, engulfed
him. He fucked it hard, his eyes wide open, feeling the power in it...
In the past few hours, he had filled the room with more occult energy
than the earth had seen for a hundred years. As his raging hard cock
pumped in and out of this demon whore, the power was built up again,
redoubled, doubled again...
When he came, the creature came as well, and the power became more
than Wil could comprehend. He blacked out completely.
When Wil awoke, he was lying, in his robe, in his bed. He shook his
head... the Night Gaunts he employed as servants must have recovered
him from the sacrifice room and tucked him in. He remembered the
events that had transpired, and looked at his left hand.
As he looked, the fingernails turned black, sharpened, and extended...
the skin became blacker than midnight, and formed scales... the
fingers lengthened, grew another joint...
In a moment, he had the left hand of a dragon. He concentrated harder,
felt his body change...
The mirror confirmed it. He had become a twenty-foot long black
dragon. He concentrated once more, and in a moment, he was Wil again,
a bit taller, a bit more tan, with better hair.
He howled his triumph to the night skies... THE FIRST POWER! He had
acquired power over his form! Grinning slyly, he concentrated once
more, and in a moment...
He looked into the mirror, and saw a young boy of eight. He had red
hair and freckles, and was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with Ninja
Turtles on it.
"My name is Tommy," he said, "and I'm lost. Can I come in and use your
phone, lady?" he said, in a little boy's voice. Perfect.
Control over Animals, and finally, Control over the Minds of Others,
would wait for a short time. Godhood was something you had to adjust
to gradually. First, he had to get used to this power... the Deus ex
Lexicon would no doubt require that he master it before attempting to
acquire the next one.
Besides, he thought, as his form changed to that of a large bear with
tentacles growing out from under it's chin and stunted bat-wings,
there was so much FUN to have with this power first!
Bolebec
the first cheerleader massacre story. If anyone has these, please let me know.
I can post the others if anyone is interested, they are pretty intense
(Horror, Sex, Death) etc. <<
>> I've been looking for those stories FOREVER! Well, not forever, exactly...
I wrote them under the name Dracthyus years ago, and lost most of them.
Fortunately, I do have a copy of Cthulhu Cheerleader Massacre, here included.
Please, post whatever you've got! <<
Here's the first part of the series.
Cthulhu Date-Rape (Part 1)
Dracthyus
WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING
This is NOT a normal story, even for one with the above headers. It
contains scenes of extreme violence, gore, rape, and supernatural evil
that Will almost certainly offend most everyone out there. If you are
offended by scenes of rape of the female by the male, rape of the female
by the dead male, rape of the female by a monster, or rape of the male by
a monster, please, stop reading here. Still reading? All right. If you
are offended by scenes of supernatural torture of the female, including
rape, or scenes of supernatural torture of the male, including rape, stop
reading here, please. I mean it. It's all in here, and I'd like to not
offend anyone who doesn't want to be reading this stuff. Really.
If you're still with me at this point, and I'm not even sure I would be
with me at this point, your comments are greatly appreciated and, in fact,
Will be required if I am to take this story any further. Heck, write a
chapter yourself. Send it to me, I'll probably love it. All comments,
questions, requests, and suggestions Will be replied to as best as I can.
All flames Will be laughed at uproariously, printed out, displayed to my
friends who Will laugh at them as well, and then used to start my
barbecue.
Shoggoths, CTHULHU, and the occasional cultist with a proper name are the
works of H.P. Lovecraft, and copyrighted by him. This story is in no way
indicative of persons living or dead, and the author does not condone rape,
date-rape, or any of the stuff you see done here.
Chapter 1 - Cthulhu Date-Rape
Kristen had been on some odd dates before, but this one took the cake.
That was the price she accepted for using that voice-mail dating service
she'd seen advertised during Oprah.
She'd talked to some real losers, and had gone out with the few that
seemed, at the very least, normal. Wil turned out not to be normal at all,
though.
Sure, he looked nice enough in the suit, but the hair had to go, being
long and black and just not taken care of very well. His beard and
mustache were unkempt as well. There were just some things you couldn't
tell about someone over the phone, though. Kristen had decided to do the
dinner and movie thing, and then double lock her door and call the police
if he didn't drive away within thirty seconds.
The dinner had turned out to be seafood, and expensive seafood at that.
Instead of a movie, though, Wil had wanted to go see some book on
exhibition at a local museum.
Kristen had gotten a chill when she looked at the book, standing next to
him. Wil had gazed at the book longingly, as though, for a moment, he had
forgotten Kristen.
"What... what is it?" she had asked, feeling oddly cold.
"The Deus ex Lexicon," he had replied, his eyes almost glowing. "The God
in the Book. Archaeologists have only just located it at a site that used
to be completely underwater, millions of years ago. It's thought to be a
companion to the Necronomicon, the Book of the Dead."
"Uh... right," Kristen had replied. She was amazed at all the security
around the place... it wasn't as if there were jewels here, or anything!
Still, she was glad enough to leave.
Wil couldn't stop talking about the creepy book, though.
"The Necronomicon," he said, "contained what were supposedly spells and
incantations for summoning beings of great power. It detailed the worlds
beyond, how to reach them and control them. It was pretty good, for a
start."
"Uh... right," said Kristen. They were in the parking lot now, and a
light fog was coming in from the ocean. Not entirely unseasonable for New
England, but it added to the chill in her.
"However, now, the Deus ex Lexicon," Wil continued, "supposedly
describes the procedures for becoming a being of great power. The spells,
the incantations, the lot. It's very powerful," he said, as they reached
his black car.
"Supposedly," corrected Kristen, as she sat down.
"Hmmm? Oh, yes, right, it's SUPPOSEDLY very powerful," Wil said. He
patted his pocket, and looked worried. "Uh-oh. My glasses. Can't drive
without them. I must have left them inside. Why don't you wait here? I'll
just dash back and get them."
Kristen looked around the desolate parking lot, in the dark, with the
fog rolling in. "All right," she said. "Be careful."
"Oh, I Will," said Wil, as he dashed off. Kristen rolled up the window,
shut the door, and locked it. She kept her eyes wide open, looking around.
These doors weren't unlocking for ANYTHING until Wil got back. Maybe even
after that. He was getting kind of spooky...
Minutes later, Wil returned, throwing something in the back seat as he
hurried into the car. He was wearing his glasses.
"Much better," he said, as he started the car. They moved off very fast,
much faster than he'd been driving all night.
"Whoa!" said Kristen. "What's the hurry?"
"Oh, nothing much, really..." he said, as they pulled several sharp
turns. "It's just that...well, you said you had to get home kind of early,
so you could work tomorrow."
"Right," said Kristen, glad she'd thrown that into the plans at the
beginning of the evening.
"Well, if it's all right with you, I'd like to show you my favorite
spot. It'll just take a second... it's along the beach. It would mean a lot
to me..." He left it hanging, a plea.
Kristen bit her lip. Just great. A nice deserted spot of beach... in the
dark, with a fog. Sounded to her like a recipe for date-rape. But, she had
had a lot of karate in the past two years, and Wil just didn't look all
that tough. Plus which, she didn't want to be accusing of him and all... he
was a nice enough guy, just a little spooky and greasy.
"All right," she said, "but only for a minute or two. I need to get to
the office early tomorrow."
"Great!" he said. Kristen studied his face carefully, and decided she
was probably safe. He hadn't had the face of a man who was glad he was
about to get laid. He had the face of a man who was glad to be sharing
something... special. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, thought
Kristen.
The beach spot was, indeed, desolate. It sat on the side of the
interstate and looked out on dark ocean. With the fog, and the clouds, and
all, it looked almost like the sands themselves were black, but Kristen
knew that was just a trick of the lack of light. She hoped.
It was scenic though, she had to admit. The tall, craggy rocks that
surrounded the little beach were magnificent things, and the ocean coming
into the beach had it's usual soothing effect on her. It smelled to
high-heaven of dead fish, though.
Wil took in a deep breath. "Bracing, isn't it?" he said. Kristen could
only nod, trying not to choke. They got out of the car, and walked towards
the beach, when Wil turned around, and kicked the sand.
"Jeez, of all the luck! A flat tire!" he said, heading back towards the
car. Kristen tensed... was this his ploy to get her in a compromising
position, say, bending over the trunk, or lying on the ground to see where
the jack went? She braced for any suggestion he had, ready to run for the
road. Instead, Wil opened his trunk.
"I thought it was handling kind of funny that last mile or so. This'll
take me a few minutes... sorry, Kristen. Don't wander too far away while
I change this, though... wouldn't want you to get into any danger or
anything."
As she watched, astonished, he pulled out a jack, a tire-iron, and a
spare, and began to change his tire! If this were a ruse to put her off
her guard, it was a damn tiring and elaborate one.
"I'll just be by the rocks, then," she said. Wil only nodded as he
rolled up his shirt sleeves.
Kristen wandered closer to the water, rounding a rock and going out of
sight of the car. She breathed a sigh of relief, not too deep, because it
still stank like dead fish. She decided that Wil wasn't such a bad guy...
just an unlucky one, and kind of a book geek. Still, she'd keep trying
the date-line, see if maybe one of the guys from the ad on Oprah was
actually available...
She reached that conclusion just before the monster grabbed her. The
monster was ten feet tall, had tentacles arranged on it's body in ways
that Kristen's mind could not comprehend, and it smelled like dead fish.
It's huge fish-eyes focused on her, and it's hairy body moved on her as
it's tentacles grabbed her around the waist and arms. The very appearance
of the thing, the way it defied her mind to piece together what it
actually looked like, brought her senses to a crashing halt. She passed
out, not only from the sight of the thing, the fear, and the smell of it,
but as a defense against having to try to figure out what it was.
Kristen awoke flat on her back, unable to move. Whatever she was lying
on, it was an irregular, hard surface, and it had sharp points that poked
painfully into her back and buttocks. She opened her eyes and saw that
she was tied down spread-eagled on one of the rocks... one that had looked
surprisingly like a table. Wil was watching her intently.
"Wil! That thing! What.. what's happening?"
Wil stood and smiled. He lifted a black book off of the rock she was
tied to. "The Necronomicon," he said, his smile becoming cruel. "It's
told me how to summon beings of power, such as the Shoggoth that caught
and bound you."
"The what? Wil, what's going on? Get me off of this fucking rock, now!"
Wil shook his head, his eyes never leaving her. "I can't do that,
Kristen." He lifted a second book. "The Deus ex Lexicon. I stole it
from the museum when I went back for my glasses. It tells me that I need
you. I thought I might."
Kristen's senses reeled, but she laid her head back as best she could
and took stock of some facts. That book, the Deus ex Lexicon, had been
under some pretty heavy guard. If Wil had stolen it, that meant that he had
some more stuff up his sleeve than she had thought. And, well, that HAD
been a goddam monster that had grabbed her. Things beyond her ability to
comprehend were happening, and they scared her. A lot.
"What do you need me for, Wil? What's happening?
He moved to stand beside her, and he stroked her hair. She tried to pull
her head away from his hand, but he only moved his hand to follow.
"I'm going to become a god, Kristen. Like the Lexicon says. My mind,
soul, and life-force in an indestructible, immortal body of unimaginable
power. I Will provide the mind and soul, and I Will summon the creature
that Will provide the body. But they are going to be put together... in
your womb, Kristen."
Karen pulled hard at the ropes on her wrists and ankles.. they felt
somewhat slimy, but they were very strong and very tight. She couldn't
budge. And before, she'd just been worried about a date-rape! This was
something else entirely!
"Wil, this is crazy," she said, as she struggled. "This book stuff...
it's all make-believe! It doesn't really happen! That's all in the
movies, and stuff! You've got to believe me! It isn't going to happen!"
Wil chuckled. "Kristen, you SAW the Shoggoth I summoned to bind you.
Shall I summon him again?"
"NO!" said Kristen. "No, please, not that thing..."
"Then you DO believe that this 'book stuff' is real," said Wil. "You
have no choice. You've seen it with your own eyes."
Kristen pulled harder at the bonds. "But... but Wil, don't you need...
need... a virgin, for this sort of thing? I'm not, I swear to God, Wil. I'm
not a virgin!"
Wil shrugged. "Doesn't matter. It's not like you're going to be a
sacrifice, or anything. You're just a vessel, Kristen. A mixing bowl. If I
need a virgin to finish the mix, I'll be able to collect one myself, once
I've got my new body."
Kristen struggled harder and harder. She looked at her ropes, and
realized they were some sort of seaweed, that was growing directly out of
the rock. Reality was taking a holiday, she realized, and it hadn't
brought her along. The terror began to set in.
"God, please, Wil, don't do this... I'm too young for this... I want to
live, Wil! Please, let me live!"
Wil shrugged once more. "Sorry, Kristen. There Will be police and things
before too long, because I had to kill some people to take the book. I
don't have time to find another vessel. In fact, I don't have time to talk
to you any more. It's time I began."
"NO! No, PLEASE!" she screamed. "HELP! SOMEONE! HELP ME!"
Wil ignored her. She realized they were far too far from anything
civilized for anyone to hear her. Anyone that would help her, that was...
Wil lifted the first book, the Necronomicon, and stood at the shore, the
water lapping up around his ankles, submerging his dress shoes. He began to
speak in words Kristen couldn't understand, reciting things in a sing-song
voice. Somehow, he made the nonsense sound... evil.
Wil's voice rose to a fever pitch. "IA IA! CTHULHU FTAGN! IA IA!
CTHULHU FTAGN!" he called into the waves.
The waves answered him. A massive shape rose from the waters... nothing
Kristen could recognize. It was just a huge, dark shadow blotting out the
fog-gray sky. And then, it opened an eye the size of a Volkswagen, and
Kristen passed out once more.
Kristen awoke to the feel of something cold against her stomach. She
opened her eyes to see Wil cutting off her knit top with a long, sharp
knife.
"What... what's happening?" she asked, slowly becoming aware. Wil barely
looked up at her.
"We've struck a deal," he said, as he finished slicing open the front of
her sweater. He opened it wide, revealing her taut stomach and her firm
breasts in the lace bra she wore for dates.
"Wil, don't do this! Please!" her eyes scanned the horizon, but she
could see no sign of the great shape from the waves. "Wil, what Will
happen?"
"First," said Wil, as he started to slice open her skirt, "The great old
one Will prepare me, bring my essences into one place, for the
implantation. Then, I Will take you, on this rock, placing my seed within
you."
He sliced from the bottom hem of her skirt to her waistband, and opened
it, revealing her panty-hose. He slipped his cold fingers into the elastic
waistband of these, and began slicing down her leg.
"And.. and then?" she asked, tensing, shivering as she was stripped.
"Then He shall implant His seed into you. It won't kill you, but you
Will wish it would."
Karen shuddered, tears pouring out her eyes. "Wil, please, don't do
this! It's worse than rape, Wil! Please, just rape me! Just take me, and
let me go! I won't fight, Wil, just... just rape me!"
Wil chuckled as he slit the other leg of her pantyhose. "Is that what
you think this is all about? Rape? Do you think all I want is to poke you
with my prick, Kristen?"
He pulled off her ruined panty-hose, leaving her in just her lacy bra
and matching lacy panties. He then put his face close to hers.
"I stole the Necronomicon when I was twelve years old, Kristen. I was
fifteen before I understood any of it. Three years, locked away in a dark
room, barely eating, barely drinking, barely sleeping. By the time I was
finished with it, I had power, Kristen. Real power!"
He grasped one of her breasts through her bra, and started kneading it
with his fingers, almost absently. Kristen gasped at the unwanted touch.
"I wanted sex then, Kristen. And I got it. The Necronomicon had given me
power that you couldn't even dream of! I raped a lot of women then,
Kristen. A lot. Raped them, killed them, drank their blood and offered them
to the old ones. That's why they're agreeing to make me a god, Kristen! I
could have had you at any time I wanted, Kristen!"
With a painful wrench, he tore her bra clean off. Kristen cried out from
the pain, and then again as his powerful fingers dug into the soft flesh of
her large breasts and crushed at them.
"You've been naked to me all along, Kristen. I've been staring at your
body all night, through your clothes. I've been feeling you against me,
from across the room. But this is much more important than just sex,
Kristen! This is for Godhood!"
He moved between her legs, and ripped her panties free. "There, Kristen.
Now you are naked, defenseless, and you know it. Unlike the rest of this
night."
He stepped back towards the beach, and removed all of his clothes.
Kristen watched, tears pouring down her face, as he revealed a surprisingly
well-built body, bereft of fat, the muscles well defined and well
developed. As she watched, tentacles burst up from the sand, and surrounded
him, moving in on him.
"And now," he said, as the tentacles grasped his wrists and ankles and
held him crucified in the air, "it begins!"
He screamed, then, the scream of a man who is having his soul ripped
away. The scream tore into Kristen's ears and she screamed along.
Tentacles with small, delicate tips forced themselves down Wil's throat,
and the scream stopped, being replaced by a choking, gagging sound that
would not stop. Wil's arms were pulled out tightly, until Kristen could
hear the sound of the shoulders giving way, a sickening gristling tearing
sound that almost made her vomit. Wil's long, well muscled legs were spread
wide, and Kristen found herself staring at the horrible process, unable to
take her eyes off of it.
Wil's body was suspended twenty feet in the air, the arms twisted oddly
at the shoulders, the head thrown back, mouth full of wriggling tentacles,
the legs spread wide, held tightly around the knees and ankles by the
tentacles. More of the small, delicate tendrils slowly wrapped around his
flaccid cock, and began to stroke it, to squeeze it gently. The tentacles
were mildly slimy, and they lubricated his cock, sliding along it, and
despite the terrible pain the body must have been feeling, the cock began
to become erect under the supernatural manipulations of those tentacles!
Kristen watched as more tentacles gently stroked at his balls, and
between his legs. She watched the cock become longer, and harder, and
thicker, than she imagined it possibly could.
Then, there was another terrible ripping, gristling sound as his legs
were pulled wide, and out, and disjointed at the hips. The gurgling,
choking screams increased, but his erection got even harder! It was as
though he was feeling all of the pain as pleasure, and it was getting him
very horny and hard indeed!
Kristen's eyes widened... she was unable to stop looking... the terrible
sight held her tightly, forcing her to watch. She rationalized it... she
was watching to find weaknesses, to find vulnerabilities; but in truth,
she finally had to admit to herself, she watched to see what her own fate
would probably be.
Wil's body turned, slightly, just enough for Kristen to see the tip of a
long tentacle plunge straight into his helpless asshole! The whole
disjointed body jerked hard at the entry, and Kristen winced as she could
see the tentacle wasn't merely entering him, it was fucking his ass, in
and out, shuttling back and forth. And still, his cock grew.
The horrendous process continued for some minutes, and then, the
tentacles withdrew from his cock, mouth, and anus, and he was gently
placed on the ground. Tentacles arced over him and held him by the
wrists, elbows, ankles, and knees. His eyes were pure white... the irises
and pupils were just gone.
"Oh, god, NO!" she screamed. The tentacles moved the soulless body
closer to her, as though they were manipulating a marionette... which, for
all intents and purposes, was exactly what they were doing. She gazed at
his mutilated nakedness, and gasped... his balls were glowing with an
unearthly green light. All of him that mattered.... his mind, soul, and
life force, was encapsulated there, awaiting the moment when his body,
manipulated by the great old one, would spill it's seed into her, carrying
with it all of Wil's essences.
"Wil? Oh, god, Wil, STOP! PLEASE, NO!" she screamed, as the body
mounted the stone altar she was bound to. But Wil was beyond hearing...
the body that knelt between her legs was nothing more than a puppet to the
entity under the sand.
Kristen squirmed hard, pulling at the seaweed bonds on her wrists and
ankles harder than ever.... she had heard that in times of stress,
adrenaline could give you, for a moment, the strength of ten men.
However, it would have taken more men than that to break her unearthly
bonds.
She winced as the tip of that horribly huge cock brushed at the outer
lips of her pussy. It was at least twelve inches long now, and the head
had to be three inches thick! It was still slimy from the touch of the
tentacles, as well, and Kristen wriggled her ass on the hard, sharp rock
as best she could, trying to move her cunt away from his cock, trying to
avoid the inevitable impalement!
But the body pressed down on her, and the tentacles guided the
disjointed arms to place Wil's hands firmly on her large, firm breasts. His
body, and especially his breath, smelled of the dead fish she'd been
smelling all along. His dead face hovered over hers, a grim smile frozen on
it.
"God, please help me," she whimpered, as the body of Wil began to thrust
that monster cock into her helplessly spread pussy. "GOD! OH, GOD, NO!
PLEASE, NO!"
Slowly, the head of that monstrous cock entered into her tight slit, the
slime from the tentacles making it just slippery enough to enter her.
Kristen's head snapped back from the pain, striking the rock and bringing
more pain into her body. And still, the cock thrusted into her.
"Please, please, please...." she whimpered, as the body thrust it's cock
up her. Finally, after several minutes, it had pressed the whole length
up her. Kristen writhed uncontrollably under the thing... the cock had
gotten so long, that the tip of it pressed against the very entrance to
her womb! She closed her eyes, but the face was still over hers... she
could not only smell it, but she could feel the cold of it near her skin.
Bolebec
the first cheerleader massacre story. If anyone has these, please let me know.
I can post the others if anyone is interested, they are pretty intense
(Horror, Sex, Death) etc. <<
>> I've been looking for those stories FOREVER! Well, not forever, exactly...
I wrote them under the name Dracthyus years ago, and lost most of them.
Fortunately, I do have a copy of Cthulhu Cheerleader Massacre, here included.
Please, post whatever you've got! <<
Here's the first part of the series.
Cthulhu Date-Rape (Part 2)
Dracthyus
WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING
This is NOT a normal story, even for one with the above headers. It
contains scenes of extreme violence, gore, rape, and supernatural evil
that Will almost certainly offend most everyone out there. If you are
offended by scenes of rape of the female by the male, rape of the female
by the dead male, rape of the female by a monster, or rape of the male by
a monster, please, stop reading here. Still reading? All right. If you
are offended by scenes of supernatural torture of the female, including
rape, or scenes of supernatural torture of the male, including rape, stop
reading here, please. I mean it. It's all in here, and I'd like to not
offend anyone who doesn't want to be reading this stuff. Really.
If you're still with me at this point, and I'm not even sure I would be
with me at this point, your comments are greatly appreciated and, in fact,
Will be required if I am to take this story any further. Heck, write a
chapter yourself. Send it to me, I'll probably love it. All comments,
questions, requests, and suggestions Will be replied to as best as I can.
All flames Will be laughed at uproariously, printed out, displayed to my
friends who Will laugh at them as well, and then used to start my
barbecue.
Shoggoths, CTHULHU, and the occasional cultist with a proper name are the
works of H.P. Lovecraft, and copyrighted by him. This story is in no way
indicative of persons living or dead, and the author does not condone rape,
date-rape, or any of the stuff you see done here.
Having achieved penetration, the body of Wil began to fuck her, plunging
the length of that horrible cock into her again and again. Kristen's
defenseless body twitched and squirmed and writhed, to no avail. "No...
oh, please, stop..." she repeated, over and over, in a tiny little-girl
voice that spoke volumes about how much of her sanity was left to her.
The thrusting increased in intensity, and the sound of his dead flesh
slapping against her crotch resounded across the desolate stretch of
beach. Kristen began to scream, repeatedly, on each thrust... wordless,
meaningless screams of pure pain and horror. The loudest, though, was
when the bones in his pelvic region snapped, allowing him to ram his cock
deep into her, along with much of his scrotum and pubic area, punching the
head of his cock through her cervix and deep into her womb. She screamed
not only with the pain of that penetration, but with the knowledge that on
that penetration, the contents of his monstrously engorged and glowing
balls were spilling into her deepest recesses! The scream stopped, she
took in air, and again, wailed to the night sky... wailed as though her
very soul was being tortured to death. She didn't need to look to know....
her belly had a vague glow to it, and she felt very very wet and slimy and
full inside.
The body of Wil pumped spasmodically several times, then fell,
collapsing to the ground, green mist rising from the nose and mouth.
Kristen screamed for several minutes, then fell silent, tears pouring
down her face, knowing that the process was only half over.
Kristen once again tried her bonds, as she lay there, bruised between
the legs and sore, and found, to her great surprise, that she could pull
her left hand free!
She pulled herself up as best she could and looked around... the
tentacles had withdrawn into the sand... she was alone on the beach.
Could she be so lucky? Could Wil's power to bind her be gone, with his
body dead? Or, did she have power over it now, because his essence was
inside her?
No matter. She pulled with both hands at the bonds at her right wrist,
and that bond came loose as well! Heartened, she bent down, and ignoring
the pain of her recent rape, she freed both of her feet.
She rolled off of the rock and into the sand. There, on her hands and
knees, she vomited, twice. The whole terror of the event caught up to
her again, and she glanced back at the dead body of Wil, eyes wide. Her
hand went to her stomach, and she shuddered.
"Abortion clinic," she thought. "Just get to one. Now!" she said. A
hospital might ask questions... questions to which she had no answer. She
would just go to someplace where they took things out of people's wombs
with no questions asked. But she would need to take Wil's car. And that
meant getting his keys.
Slowly, she stood, feeling very unsteady. She still had no idea what was
going on, or what had happened to the lovely reality she had woken up in
this morning. But she knew that the clothes that Wil had left near the
water held the keys that would take her back to her nice, normal life.
She walked over to them, and bent down to search through the pockets.
That's when the tentacles re-emerged, grasping her wrists and ankles.
She screamed, and screamed louder as the tentacles started to pull her
into the water.
She threw herself backwards and tried to free herself... no help. The
tentacles merely lifted her clear of her feet, and kicking and struggling,
brought her up to her neck in the black ocean.
"GOD! NO! HELP, ANYONE, HELP!" she screamed. She felt more tentacles
wrapping around her knees and elbows and waist, under the water. Then,
one grasped her head, around the eyes.
"AAAAH! NO! NO! NmMmmphGkkkK!" she cried, as a tentacle entered her
open mouth, and pressed down into her throat!
She began to choke, to strangle, as she felt the cold water of the ocean
closed over her head!
It was, in fact, worse than dying. She lived.
The tentacle in her throat kept her lungs inflated, not allowing any air
to leave. Through some physical manipulation, it also kept oxygen in her
lungs, removing carbon dioxide as it built up.
Several times, as she was pulled deeper and deeper, her heart tried to
stop... as is natural when the lungs find they can no longer expand or
contract. She suffered the pain of suffocation, but not the release of
death she so richly required. Every time her heart came close to
stopping, a tentacle squeezed her chest harshly, giving crude, but
effective CPR, until her labored heart continued beating, continued to
take the oxygen from her horrendously tortured lungs to the rest of her
helpless body.
Worst of all, she didn't pass out. She remained conscious the whole
time, aware of every detail of what was happening to her. The pressure on
her eardrums increased until the pain was unbearable, and then, with a
knife-thrust of agony, the pain passed - the eardrums had burst.
The trip to wherever she was descending to took ten minutes, and every
second, she was praying to die. Unfortunately for her, she lived.
She eventually felt soft, silty earth beneath her back, as she came to
rest on the sea floor. Her limbs were again pulled to spread-eagled
position, holding her helpless.
More tentacles converged on her, some encircling her large, bobbing
breasts, some stroking along her stomach and between her thighs. The
thing in the ocean needed energy for the task that it was about to
perform, and she was the most ready supply. The thing ate fear and terror
and pain, and she was a three-course meal waiting to happen.
Tentacles stroked her face, her hair, her throat... drinking in the
terror, and the pain of suffocation, occurring constantly in it's still
choking victim. The tentacle down her throat pulsed with excitement and
feeding, the delicate tip of it deliberately tickling the inside of her
esophagus, another maddening sensation that brought more pain, more
terror.
But the thing needed more. It sent another tentacle probing between her
legs, and she felt her legs lifted, bringing her ass off of the seabed.
Her mind, awash with terror and agony, couldn't even guess at the meaning
of this movement, nor did it want to try.
Slowly, it pushed the tentacle into her helpless anus, slowly twisting
it into her, pressing past the resistance of her sphincter without any
effort at all. Kristen's mind sang aloud in pain, all of the scream
reflexes in her chest and throat working, but no sound coming out of her
tortured, tentacle-clogged throat. The thing registered her pain, terror,
and humiliation as it pumped her ass with the tentacle, fucking her hard in
the butt, ripping and tearing her with every thrust.
The creature got no satisfaction from sex, but it gained great pleasure
from pain. It enjoyed fucking her ass, and it did so for a good long
time, while she writhed helplessly within it's grip, making the
occasionally gurgling sound. The tentacles on her breasts pulled and
squeezed them roughly, adding ever more pain and terror.
Finally, the creature had built up enough reserves for the main task.
Summoning it's strength, it slowly pushed a tentacle up her helpless raped
pussy, making the tentacle big enough to hurt but not big enough to cause
damage. There was no in-and-out motion of a true fuck, but just the
inexorable pressure of the thing pressing upwards inside of her, as she
choked on the tentacle that kept her alive past her time. Her heart tried
to stop again, but that simply would not do at this point, so the thing in
the ocean started her heart with several squeezes of another tentacle, as
the main one continued up her vagina.
Every nerve in her body shrieked with agony as the tentacle roughly
forced open her cervix, and began to ooze black slime into her uterus. The
tentacle up her ass pressed up further, bending her insides to make room
for the new material.
Then, the thing stopped drinking her agony and fear, and fed it instead
to the insidious mixture in her body. And the mix occurred.
Kristen had had some visions, when Wil had explained what would happen
to her, of being pregnant for some time with some monstrous child, and
giving birth to a horrible monster. Neither was the way it worked out.
Instead, the mixture assumed the size and shape of a fully grown adult
male, all at once. It tore out of her body in a great cloud of blood under
the water, and at last, she had her peace... when Wil made his Godhood,
they broke the mold.
Wil swam easily up to the surface, and got dressed. That hadn't been
quite as bad as he thought it would be, he thought to himself.
He spotted his old body on the sand, and chuckled. A Shoggoth would come
along and collect that shortly, as well as Kristen's clothes. Wouldn't do
to have too many questions asked.
He concentrated momentarily, and felt the great inner power within him.
He felt it hungry. Now, like the creature below, he fed on pain, and
terror. He liked getting laid, too, which worked out well.
"You were good, Kristen," he said to the waves. "But I don't think it's
going to work out. I'm a god, and you're a cloud of blood three hundred
feet under the surface of the Atlantic. I need someone else. But hey,
can we still be friends?"
The ocean refused to answer him. He chuckled again, and got into his
car. It was time to move on, and feed. And so, with a song in his heart
that predated the earliest memories of man, Wil Whately drove down the
road, looking for fresh meat.
Bolebec
the first cheerleader massacre story. If anyone has these, please let me know.
I can post the others if anyone is interested, they are pretty intense
(Horror, Sex, Death) etc. <<
>> I've been looking for those stories FOREVER! Well, not forever, exactly...
I wrote them under the name Dracthyus years ago, and lost most of them.
Fortunately, I do have a copy of Cthulhu Cheerleader Massacre, here included.
Please, post whatever you've got! <<
Dakkar already posted the second part of the series (Cthulhu Cheerleader
Massacre). Here's a partial third part of the series. As you will see, I
unfortunately only have the first half of this story. I'd appreciate anyone who
has the conclusion reposting it.
WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING
This is NOT a normal story, even for one with the above headers. It contains
scenes of extreme violence, gore, rape, and supernatural evil that Will almost
certainly offend most everyone out there. If you are
offended by scenes of rape of the female by the male, rape of the female by the
dead male, rape of the female by a monster, or rape of the male by a monster,
please, stop reading here. Still reading? All right. If you
are offended by scenes of supernatural torture of the female, including rape,
or scenes of supernatural torture of the male, including rape, stop reading
here, please. I mean it. It's all in here, and I'd like to not
offend anyone who doesn't want to be reading this stuff. Really.
If you're still with me at this point, and I'm not even sure I would be with
me at this point, your comments are greatly appreciated and, in fact, Will be
required if I am to take this story any further. Heck, write a chapter
yourself. Send it to me, I'll probably love it. All comments, questions,
requests, and suggestions Will be replied to as best as I can.
All flames Will be laughed at uproariously, printed out, displayed to my
friends who Will laugh at them as well, and then used to start my barbecue.
Shoggoths, CTHULHU, and the occasional cultist with a proper name are the
works of H.P. Lovecraft, and copyrighted by him. This story is in no way
indicative of persons living or dead, and the author does not condone rape,
date-rape, or any of the stuff you see done here.
Wil and the Cult (Part 1)
Dracthyus
Wil Whately was on the prowl once more - having gotten not only the
indestructible, immortal body of a godling, but also the first of the
three powers - the ability to change his form at will, he was more than a
little anxious to test himself out on an unwitting outside world. The other
two powers - control of animals and control of human minds - would wait for
a time. He was immortal, he had all the time in the world.
So, he sauntered forth into the world wearing the rugged good looks that
most men only dreamt of having. He walked calmly, casually, for days,
through the rough woods that surrounded his hidden estate in the midwest,
eventually coming to an interstate. Flashing a smile that appeared too
white and straight to be possible, he held aloft his thumb in a universal
gesture for one requiring a ride, and walked along the road.
Now, Wil no longer had to consume food to survive, or drink water, or
even, if it came right down to it, breathe. All he needed was the
occasional dose of human fear and pain to keep going. But he was used to
eating, and missed it after a while. Coupled with his days of walking in
the solitude of the woods, he began to feel ravenous. It was at this point
that he was picked up.
A middle aged woman in a station wagon pulled over, and opened the
passenger door for him. Wil smiled his impossibly good looking smile at her
as he sat, examining her.
She had to be about forty, with a bad blonde dye job. She was wearing
too much make-up in an attempt to look more thirty-ish, and jeans and a
blouse, which was sheer enough for Wil to see the corset she wore to
preserve her figure, which was most likely just gone, without the supports.
She had good sized breasts, which looked likely to collapse under the force
of gravity once the elastic and underwires were removed. She offered her
hand.
"I'm Denise," she said. Wil shook it.
"Wil," he said, keeping up the smile. Of course, he had known her name.
He was an inherent master of the secrets of the Necronomicon, and an
arduous student of the even more powerful Deus ex Lexicon. He knew how to look
in
a thing for it's name and it's secrets, and so the thing in the driver's
seat had looked like a Denise to him even as he sat down. It looked like a
tired,
desperate woman on the run from her past life, trying to out-distance the
people and things that she felt had held her back. Unfortunately, she had
picked
up Wil.
"Where are you going?" asked Denise, as the station wagon pulled off
again. Wil casually looked back at the volumes of boxes and personal
belongings which crammed the back of the car.
"Oh, noplace in particular," said Wil. "I'm just sort of wandering
around."
"Well," said Denise, as she shifted her weight, "I'm going to Kansas
City, so if you're wandering to there, I can take you that far."
Wil shrugged in what he knew was a masculine manner. "Kansas City is
a good start, Denise. This should cover my share of the gas."
Denise almost lost control of the car as Wil placed a huge roll of
twenties on the dashboard. Immortal, Indestructible, Impossibly strong people
have
a tendency to be able to get a great deal of money, if they're not to
concerned about morals. Wil was not.
"Oh... oh sure! Not a problem!" said Denise. Wil sat back and sampled
her emotions... she was shocked, and pleased with the money. She was
vaguely aroused by his good looks, and intensely curious about him. She
also had, much to Wil's delight, a tiny spark of delicious fear in her mind,
fear that she had picked up a stranger who might hurt her. The money pleasure
was
tinged with the "how did he get that much money" fear, which was an
excellent appetizer for Wil.
"So, Denise," he said, sounding casual, "What's in Kansas City?"
Denise thought about not answering, or telling him it was none of his
business, but she was all alone in the world at the moment, and a rich
handsome man had just asked, in a fashion, about her life.
"What's NOT in Kansas City is more like it," she said. "There isn't my
family, there isn't my job, there isn't an ex-husband. It's sort of a
starting over place for me," she said.
"Sounds like your life has been hard," said Wil, with some sympathy in
his voice. Masters of Aracane lore learn to fake sympathy very early on.
"I hope things go well for you."
"Well," she said, blushing a little, "they're starting to. What's a
good-looking man like you doing walking all alone at night on the side of the
road?"
Wil leaned back, restful. She was travelling at a pretty good clip. It
was time to increase the fear in her mind... Wil WAS hungry, after all.
"Oh, not much," he said. "I've just finished raping four cheerleaders,
you see, and didn't feel like sticking around."
Denise was absolutely silent for a moment. "That's not very funny," she
said, a bit nervous.
"It wasn't meant to be," said Wil. "I don't consider rape and murder
very funny at all."
"..Murder?" whispered Denise. Wil could sense her wanting to slow
down the car, also sensing her fear of him, of doing anything to annoy or
alarm him. The jump in the amount of fear she was producing washed over Wil
like a splash of ice-cold water to a man in the desert, and he was silent for a
moment, enjoying it.
"That's right, Denise," said Wil, as he scooted a little closer to her on
the bench seat. "After I had raped each one, I killed her. Slowly. It was
nice."
"Get away from me," she said, her voice going hard. "Get away from me,
or so help me, I'll crash us into a tree!"
"Go ahead," said Wil, as he pressed up against her. "It would be fun to
be in a crashing car with you, Denise. You're nice."
"Oh, god..." shivered Denise, her fear feeding Wil a lovely meal. She
still drove steadily, though... Wil could sense a bluff a mile away.
"Now that you know you can't crash us on purpose," said Wil, as he
stroked her cheek, "why don't you pull over, before you have an accident?"
Denise tried pulling her face away from his hand, only to find the hand
following her. "Oh, god, please, don't hurt me..."
Wil dropped the car into neutral with a quick flick of his wrist, and as
Denise fought him in vain, he guided the car over to the shoulder of the
road, where it rolled to a halt not far from a copse of trees. Will turned off
the engine, and threw the keys in the back.
Denise began to struggle with her seat-belt and door lock, her shaking
hands useless for the job. Wil grabbed her hands, and held them to his
chest.
"Now, Denise," he said, as he looked into her eyes, "this is quite a
deserted stretch of the interstate, and a car on the side of the road is
no odd sight to the people driving along. No one will hear you if you scream,
no
one will come to check up on you. Do you understand?"
"Please, don't kill me, I don't want to die..."
Will sighed and squeezed her right hand hard enough to grate several
bones together. Denise screamed "YES! Oh, god, let go, YES, I understand!"
Wil smiled, and released the pressure. He had had a lot of fear from
Denise, but he still needed more, and more pain, to fully fill himself.
He held both of her trembling hands in one of his, and used the other to
unfasten
her seat belt. As it retracted, he used the end nearest the shoulder strap to
bind both wrists over her head, while she squirmed helplessly against him.
Once he had her hands bound, he smiled and sat back.
"Now," he said, as he turned off the car's lights, "if you're good, I'll
probably let you live. If you displease me.... would you like to know how
I'll kill you if you displease me?" he asked, smiling.
"No... please, no... I'll be good, I promise," she said, her lips
trembling.
"Excellent," said Wil. He rooted around in the back for a moment, and
found a pair of scissors and a ball of twine, which she had used to wrap
much of her belongings. Setting these aside for the time being, he reached
forward, and began unbuttoning her blouse.
Denise closed her eyes and turned her head away as he opened her
blouse, revealing her goodly cleavage and lots of elastic and wires. With
the scissors, he set about to stripping her nude from the waist up, cutting
away corset and bra and the blouse, until her flabby, gravity-tortured breasts
sagged onto her belly. Wil admired her naked breasts for just a moment, before
unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. As she squirmed and made helpless,
pleading noises through her closed mouth, he pulled her jeans and panties
down to her ankles, effectivley binding them together. She was starting
to go in the thighs, as well, and her pussy could have benefitted from a little
trim, but she was a naked, helpless woman. That was what Wil needed the most at
the
moment.
He unbound her wrists from above her head, and bound them painfully
tight behind her back, bending her forward across his lap to do so. She
cried out as he cinched the rough twine tight, but kept her mouth closed tight,
so as not to displease him.
Wil lifted her head by the hair, and brought her eyes within inches of
his own.
"You're going to suck me, now, Denise," he said, as he unzipped his fly.
"You're going to take my cock all the way down your throat, and you're
going to give me the best head I've ever had, or I'll kill you. Understand?"
Denise, half in shock, nodded. She looked down at Wil's cock, and
gasped - it was a full foot long, and a good two inches wide - two and a
half at the head! She'd never seen a cock that big before, let alone sucked
one.
The fear generated was delicious. Wil took another moment to consider all the
wonderful benefits of having complete mastery over his form.
"Please," she said, as he forced her head into his lap, "it's so big!
Oh, god, I've never done it like this, oh, please...MMMMPH!"
Wil calmly forced her head down onto his rampant, monster prick,
heedless of how it choked her as it entered her throat. He grasped her
head in both hands and used it to pump his cock, her violated mouth stretching
painfully around it, as small, helpless sounds of pain came from her throat in
the
moments it was not filled by his cock. She struggled and squirmed, her
vision going blurry from lack of air, her naked, floppy tits bouncing against
his
thighs as she was forced to give him head. She had thought, at the start, he
might allow her some independence, might untie her hands and allow her to suck
only on the tip of the head as she stroked him off, the way she had always
done it before. Instead, she found herself forced to throat him again and
again, found herself forced to give the kind of head every man she had been
with had
wanted, and not gotten.
Wil, as much as he didn't need food, drink, or air, didn't need sex the
same way another man did. He still enjoyed it, but it was hardly the same
burning drive within him it had been. It did, however, provide a
wonderful way to produce fear and pain in a victim, accompanied by exquisite
physical
sensations!
Denise's head was bobbed up and down on Wil's impossibly strong cock
for several minutes, during which she was sure she'd suffocate and die.
She drew in deep gasps of air when he pulled her head free of his cock, and
pushed her back into her seat.
"That wasn't bad, Denise," he said, as she coughed and choked air back
into her system, he tits flopping abour delightlfully as she did so. Wil
reached out and pinched her right nipple, hard, causing her to yell out.
"Here's what's next, Denise," he said, as reached over her and worked
the lever that reclined her seat back. Some of the junk in the back was in
the way, but Wil tossed it about until Denise's seat was fully reclined, her
lying on her back, looking up at him in fear. "I'll bet you think I'm going to
fuck your pussy now, don't you? Well, frankly, I just had some cheerleaders,
and
they were certainly tighter and juicier than you could possibly ever be. So I
don't think I want your pussy, Denise."
He reached out, and as she struggled, he turned her over onto her
stomach. She squirmed and whined in fear as he climbed on top of her,
pressing close in the confined space. He altered his form, just a little,
so his legs fit nicely back under the steering wheel.
"Oh, god, please, not that," said Denise, as she felt his huge hardness
press between her ass-cheeks. God, was it bigger?
"Not what, Denise? What is it you don't want me to do?" he whispered
into her ear.
"Please... please don't... don't fuck my ass!"
Wil's spit-slick cock head was pressing against her tight little anal
opening at that moment. "Why not, Denise?"
She closed her eyes tightly, tears of fear and shame pouring down her
face, carrying make-up with them as they went. "I've... I've never had it
up the ass before," she said, her voice a shuddering whisper. "My ex wanted to,
but I never let him! Oh, god, please, don't hurt me any more! Fuck my pussy...
I promise you'll like it! I'll make it good for you! Please, do anything
you want, just don't fuck me in my ass!"
Wil smirked his superior little smirk, and slowly pressed his huge cock-
head into her little pink hole. Denise screamed loudly as Wil's inhuman
strength forced his cock in, stretching her asshole painfully. Wil's cock
was slightly slick with her saliva from the forced blow job, but that wetness
didn't help much as Wil's cock rammed slowly into her rectum.
Denise stopped screaming, for a moment, took a deep breath, and used
it all to scream again. Wil liked that, so he pumped more of his cock
into her, making the scream louder. The tightness of her virgin anus was
exquisite
on his monster prick, and he kept pressing it into her, feeding off of the
delightful pain it caused her, until he had the full foot-long length buried in
her.
She did not become accustomed to it, exactly, but she became somewhat
accustomed
to the pain.
"Wh... why are you doing this?" she cried, tears streaming down her face,
as his weight came to rest on her back. Wil sat there, his cock completly
buried up her ass, and considered how best to generate more fear and pain.
"Because I want to," he said, his voice deepening impossibly. Denise
closed her eyes tightly and clamped her jaw closed, determined to lie
there and take whatever he did to her without question, so as to not displease
him.
Wil concentrated, and his shape changed yet more. Already in her
painfully full rectum, Wil's cock began to grow even longer, pressing
deeper into her bowels. He pushed it another inch, another two inches... Denise
cried
out as the monster cock began to enter parts of her body she didn't even know
she had, causing intensely painful cramps. Wil liked that, so he kept pushing
it into her.
Her hands struggled against the tight bonds on her wrists, the pain in
her ass so great that it enabled her to ignore the pain from the flesh being
rubbed raw on her wrists. Wil grasped her shoulders for more support, grinned
maniacally, and pushed his cock yet further into her.
"Oh, GOD!" she yelled, as his cock entered her large intestine. The
cramping was amazingly painful, now... his cock occasionally met
resistance in the form of digested food, ready to be expelled from the body.
This he
merely pushed aside, and continued to penetrate her, as only he could. His
fingers dug into her shoulders hard as the pain in her excited him more and
more.
He pushed on, harder, farther, the pain in her abdomen growing more and more
as she was invaded most unnaturally. He began to thrust his hips back and
forth a bit, fucking her in the ass with that monstrous cock, the shuttling
motion
intensifying the pain in her distended digestive tract tenfold. She
became insensible, screaming, crying, the pain too great for speech or sense of
any kind.
Still he pushed on, still fucking her ass, his thrusts accompanied by
spurts of growth from his shapeshifter's penis. He filled her large
intestine and began entering her small intestine, adding tremendous nausea to
her
amazing pain. She hoped, in the back of her mind where she could still think,
that the pain would make her pass out. It was in the nature of Wil's powers to
prevent that from happening... if she was unconcious, she would stop feeling
fear
and pain!
It took him fifteen minutes to push his cock all the way through the
twists and turns and bends of her small intestines, fifteen minutes during
which
Denise became quite sure that she had died, and was already in Hell.
Wil's cock then struggled with her Duodenom for just a moment, and pressed into
her helpless stomach.
His penis being indestructible, the acids of her stomach did nothing but
warm Wil's cock nicely as it churned into her, pumping into her ever
further. Something, she couldn't figure out what, was preventing her from
throwing
up, though the sickness she was feeling certainly justified it. She could not
even guess what was actually happening to her, because it was impossible... she
thought her body was cramping up in response to a simple anal rape; having
never been fucked in the ass before, she had no idea that it shouldn't
feel like this!
She almost did throw up, though Wil's powers prevented it, when he
pushed up out of her stomach and into her esophagus. He still pumped his
hips back and forth, still fucked her digestive tract, and as she felt
something hard and long moving up from her stomach, she began to understand
what was
actually happening to her, although the knowledge did nothing to hold off
the pain or incredible nausea... her mind began to disintigrate in pure
terror.
Wil pushed his cock further, and further... up her esophagus, past the
epiglotus, into the trachea... Denise found she could not breathe,
something was blocking her throat, and as she realized what it was, still not
quite
believing it entirely, her eyes bugged out from suffocation and sheer utter
panic.
Wil was lost in the sensations... the extreme erotic sense of having his
cock in a woman in a way no other man could, in a way no woman had ever
been fucked before, the fear boiling out of her in volumes the likes of
which he had almost never felt before, the intense, unbelievable pain of the
unnatural act he was inflicing upon her... it all swept him up, and with one
tremendous
thrust, forced his cock up and out through her mouth.
Denise had time to look down, to see the purple cock-head protruding
from between her red lips, just before the total insanity of fear took her
mind, and drove her over the edge. The cock bent back upon itself and spewed
cum onto her eyes and hair as her eyes rolled back in her head, and the strain
on her body finally killed it.
Wil's ejaculation dripped down her dead face as Wil recovered himself...
barely begun, and he had already discovered that this new power gave him
avenues of pleasure he had never even imagined before! Unheeding of the
damage he did to her, he whipped his cock out of her, tearing through her
sensitive inner tissues as it sped back through her, to explode out her
rectum in a shower of blood and ruined organs. He returned it to a more
reasonable
twelve inches as he looked down at his most recent victim, and felt his
craving for meat return.
Without a thought, his teeth lengthened, and sharpened, his mouth
protruded into a canine muzzle, and he bit heartilly into her warm, meaty
shoulder. Blood poured forth from her freshly dead body as he tore off
great hunks of her flesh with clawed hands and vicious muzzle, and before he
was
quite himself again, he had eaten about half of her.
He regained fully human form, and looked at himself... he had been
hoping to drive this car into the nearest town before abandoning it, but
the windows and seats and everything, including himself, was absolutely
covered in blood and gore. Chuckling to himself, he stepped out of the car into
the night.
He stepped out of his bloodied clothes, and allowed his skin to absorb
all of the blood still on him. It made him feel stronger, somehow. Then, he
merely changed his naked form so as to appear to be in a nice casual outfit.
He
resumed walking, reminding himself, as he left the destroyed remnants of
Denise in the car behind him, that he might occasionally have to exercise
restraint!
Bolebec
exactly... I wrote them under the name Dracthyus years ago, and lost
most of them. Fortunately, I do have a copy of Cthulhu Cheerleader
Massacre, here included. Please, post whatever you've got! <<
The Awakening
Dracthyus
I'm not sure where the power came from. I'm not even sure where I came
from. The orphanage wasn't helpful in determining my parentage, but
that's neither here nor there. What it boils down to is that I have the
ability to manipulate the minds of others. Many others. I suppose the
good that I do kind of counter balances the bad. There aren't many
murders or robberies in my neighborhood there's almost no drug use at
all. I stay open for naughty thoughts like that, and squelch them in
the minds of the thinkers when they come about. About the only crime
that happens on a regular basis is rape. Mostly because I do it.
Oh, I'm sure some wide-area statistical survey of crime in the area
would point out these odd patterns - if I let it. My mind can easily do
eleven or twelve things at once, and making sure that anyone who gets
suspicious of my power forgets their suspicions completely is something
I do without thinking about it anymore.
I still remember when the power first exerted itself. I was sixteen at
the time.
I guess I always had this fascination with rape so much so, that late
at night, I would stay up late, thinking about it, thinking about how
it was occurring somewhere, right now, out there. It always got me hot
enough to masturbate to. That night, though, it was like I got a radio
message in my head, or something. I was concentrating very hard on the
fact that there was probably someone being raped RIGHT NOW, and then, I
was in the head of a rapist!
He'd found some woman jogging late at night, and had grabbed her and
dragged her behind some houses, not three miles from my own house! When
his mind was opened to me, he had a knife to her throat, and was
stripping her jogging suit off of her.
I could see everything he saw the tears in her eyes, the zipper on her
jogging suit pulling down, revealing big, round breasts in a sports
bra, the glint of the knife at her white throat. I could feel the
zipper in his hands, feel the warmth of her close to his fingers. I
could feel how hard he was.
I was immediately aware, of course, that I was actually receiving
someone's thoughts. Someone else might have dismissed it as a waking
dream or some such, but I knew. A human mind was open to me.
I watched gleefully as he pulled off her sweat pants, shorts, and
panties, and felt the wetness of her pussy as he stuck his finger up
her. She squirmed a lot I remember that very well. She squirmed nicely.
Among the things I found out this night was that I was multi-orgastic.
I came hard when he forced her mouth onto his cock, hands in her hair,
forcing her head back and forth on him. He almost came himself, but he
wanted more from her. When her helpless mouth had gotten him good and
hard, he had thrown her onto her back, yanked down the sports bra, and
fucked her as he held the knife to her throat. I came a second time.
But he still wasn't finished. Before he could shoot, he had turned her
over onto her stomach, and still holding the knife to her defenseless
throat, he had fucked her tight little asshole, warning her that if she
made any sound, he'd kill her.
I came a third time with no difficulty. I stayed in his mind as he left
her there, alive, pulled up his pants, and went home. I dug around in
his brain, found out who he was, where he worked, everything about him.
He had raped three other women, and was planning on raping more. I
pulled out of his mind, but tried to remember the feel of it, so I
could see him rape more women.
But I was still horny. Whatever dam had burst inside my mind, it had
burst other things too, and now I had a ravenous appetite. My hand
wasn't going to satisfy it, either.
There was a perfectly good naked woman three miles away, but instead, I
thought of the woman who lived next door. Every so often, when the sun
was out, she'd be out sunbathing in a string bikini. I loved watching
it when she tanned her back, removing the top of the bikini to make her
tan even. I tried reaching her mind.
It was much easier than I had thought. Apparently, some part of my mind
had always been "awake," reading the patterns of people around me, and
storing them in my subconscious memory. My mind made contact with hers,
and I reveled in the power of it.
She was getting ready to go to bed, having had a late night. Her
husband was already asleep, and she was in a silk nightgown. She was
looking in the mirror, which gave me the opportunity to look at her as
well. Short, dark hair, nice slim body with good sized, firm breasts. I
wanted to see her breasts bare, very badly. I had spent so much time
imagining what they would look like if she suddenly sat up while
sunbathing that the urge to see them was nearly overpowering. I tried
sending the suggestion to her mind that she open her top.
I almost had my fourth orgasm of the evening when she casually unlaced
her nightgown and revealed her lovely, creamy-white breasts to the
mirror!
I suggested she stroke and caress them, and play with the nipples. Her
lovely, long-nailed hands slowly circled her breasts, gently twirling
her nipples between thumb and forefinger. I could feel excitement build
within her, and I realized that there might not be a limit to what I
could tell her to do.
My parents were in the living room, watching television. While I
watched her through her eyes, I suggested to them, with a thought, that
they turn off the television and go to bed. As they did so, on command,
the possibilities seemed to take on infinite proportions. I suggested
to them that they would sleep deeply, not hearing any noises in the
house at all that night. A reassuring feel from their minds assured me
that my command had been accepted.
Jill, the neighbor, next received the suggestion that, without closing
her top, she should walk over to our front door and ring the doorbell.
Her husband received much the same suggestion as my parents sleep
deeply, hear nothing.
I pulled up my shorts and put on a robe, and like a horny teenager,
went down to wait by the front door. In minutes, the doorbell rang.
I opened the door, and she was standing there, her tits hanging out,
looking very puzzled.
"Dan?" she said. "What what's happening"
I realized that without further suggestions, she would come to her
senses and know something was amiss.
"You're in a hypnotic trance," I said, "and will obey my every order."
She smiled, as though that cleared up a lot of things for her, and then
became very much the stereotypical person-in-hypnosis you see on bad
sitcoms. I guess that was how she perceived being in a trance, so
that's how she acted. Worked for me.
"Come in, close, and lock the door," I said. She did so, in a semi-
sleepwalker fashion. "Go up to my room," I commanded.
I started to elaborate Jill had never been in my house, and probably
had no idea where I slept. I was amazed to see that, without
hesitation, she proceeded up the stairs and to the left, directly for
my bedroom!
I figured that my mind was subconsciously sending information to her
mind so that she could fulfill my commands. That proved to be quite
beneficial when I made a command, she would do what I want, whether it
was what I said or not. As I followed her up the stairs, I not only got
to admire her long, tan legs, but her short night-shirt was excellent
for showing off her ass clad in sheer silk panties as she swayed up the
steps.
I followed her into my bedroom, and shut the door. Even if I had
commanded privacy from everyone who might be able to hear me, I still
wanted that door shut. Utter privacy was in the perception, as well as
the commands.
I lay on my bed, and removed my robe. "Jill," I said, "take off all
your clothes."
Because of my subconscious level of control, she did it just the way I
wanted her to. She slowly slipped the nightgown off her shoulders, and
shimmied it sexily down her sides, over her hips, and let it drop down
her legs. Clad only in the panties, she rubbed her hands down the sides
of her body, moaning in passion, and gently slipped her fingers into
the waistband. Swaying her hips, she slowly took down her panties,
giving me a profile of her. As she dropped them, she bent over, letting
me see the wondrous lines of her ass stick up into the air. She stepped
out of them, and went back to just standing there, in her trance.
The possibilities were, as I have noted, endless. I had my beautiful
neighbor naked, in front of me, helpless, in my bedroom, ready to obey
any command I had for her. That left me with a problem.
I wanted to rape her. Oh, sure, it would have been rape if I had just
told her to lie down and spread her legs she was in no mental condition
to give her consent at the moment. But what I wanted was the fear in
her eyes, the terror I wanted to control her in another way. I sat
there, my cock straining at my shorts, watching her breathe. Her
nipples moved gently as she did so, turning me on more every second.
Then, it came to me. How to rape her, safely, and get away with it. All
I had had to do was properly consider my alternatives, which were
nearly limitless.
"Jill," I said, "When I snap my fingers, you will wake up from your
trance. You will not know where you are, or how you got here. You will
not be able to recognize me, no matter how hard you try. You will not
be able to work the lock on the door."
That was an excellent start, I thought. I started to snap my fingers,
and stopped. Why stop there?
"Furthermore," I said, "you will not be able to hurt me. You will not
be able to, no matter how hard you try, scratch, hit, kick, or bite
me." Biting was important, I thought. Especially for some things I had
planned.
"You will be too frightened to think straight. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said, nodding. I stood up, took the sash from my bathrobe,
and stood behind her. The view was good back there. She had a lovely,
firm, round ass, and she was formed beautifully. It looked like she
worked out. With a smile on my lips, I snapped my fingers.
She looked started, even from behind. She looked to both sides of her,
down at herself, and down at her clothing on the floor.
"What where" she started, when I threw the sash over her throat.
"Make a sound, and I'll kill you," I said, tightening the sash. Her
hands went to her throat, and a little croak escaped, but she was
silent. I held onto both ends of the sash with one hand, and reached
around her to cup her breast with the other hand. "You do what I tell
you to, you won't get hurt," I said. This was great! I was getting to
say all the things I'd wanted to say to a woman for so long!
"What are you going to do to me?" she said, in a very scared voice. I
roughly pushed her onto the bed, where she quickly rolled to her back
and looked up at me.
The look of fear on her face almost made me come right then and there.
She lay there, breathing hard, her breasts heaving, her legs slightly
apart, supporting herself on her elbows. She looked down at herself on
the bed, and back up to me.
"No," she said, softly, fearfully. I stepped forward, nodding. She
skittered backwards on the bed, stopping when her head was pressed
against the headboard. "Please please, no!"
I've witnessed many rapes since that night, and committed many myself.
I know what a rape is like, differing from a fantasy of one. But my
subconscious had only my fantasy to work with, so the event occurred
exactly as I wanted it to.
I knelt on the bed next to her head, and pulled down my shorts. My cock
sprang out, erect and ready.
"No, please," she repeated, as I reached behind her head with one hand.
Her eyes looked up into mine, pleading the whole time. "No, don't make
me suck your cock, please! I've never done this before I don't even let
my husband put it in my mouth! Oh, please, no, not in my mouth! No no.
NO!.Nmmmmph!"
Her mouth felt incredible. Just the feel of the head of my cock sliding
in past her full, red lips nearly made me come again, but I was
exerting some new-found self control to make this whole experience
last! As I got the head of it into her mouth, she moaned, and began to
whimper, in fear and humiliation. Her eyes looked up to me, fearful,
the eyes of a woman whose mouth was being raped. But her tongue!
Rather than sit there placidly, trying to give as little comfort and
aid as possible, her tongue gently worked at the cleft of the bottom of
my cock-head, teasing it, running the very tip of her tongue around the
base of the head. She sucked on it, licking it, and I pulled her head
further onto my cock, until her mouth was quite full.
Her pleading, begging mouth worked on my hard cock like the most finely
trained street-whore, sucking on it, licking it, tracing each vein and
ridge with a hot, wet tongue-tip. I loosened my grip on the back of her
head somewhat, and she began bobbing her head back and forth, making
the noises of a woman who was being forced to give head against her
will, but giving head like I was giving her a diamond ring and a yacht!
I tightened my grip again, to gain the feeling of a rapist once more,
and forced her head onto my cock harder and harder, in time with her
own thrusts upon my dick.
Her hot, wet mouth and tight lips were bringing me beyond the point
where I could control myself, but still, I held back. This experience
was the greatest moment of my life, and I wanted to savor it. Then, my
hand "forced" her head all the way down my shaft, as she took the head
of my cock into her tight throat!
She choked, her eyes bugged out, and the sound of her gagging was music
to my ears. After a moment, I pulled my cock out until the head of it
rested on her tongue, then I forced it in again, and again, and again!
Both of my hands grabbed her head, and forced her head down onto my
cock over and over. She writhed, and choked, and moaned her pleas to
me, making me hotter and hotter. Then, as her magic tongue worked
against the bottom side of my cock, she took my whole length down her
throat, and I shot my cum into her. I kept it in for a moment, choking
her, and then pulled out, pushing her over onto her back, where she
commenced to gasp and writhe about sexily, thrusting out her breasts
with each great intake of air.
A fine sheen of sweat had broken out on her body in her exertions, and
it only added to her loveliness. It was only moments before I was hard
again, and kneeling between her long, tanned legs.
"Oh, god," she said, as I spread her legs wide. "Please, no, haven't
you done enough? Oh, you've raped my mouth, you bastard, can't you let
me go now?"
I smiled as I started to thrust my cock into her tight pussy. She
gripped my headboard in both hands, over her head, and let out a cry.
"NO! Oh, god, RAPE! RAPE! Help, he's RAPING ME! Please, HELP ME! Oh, no!
NO! NO! RAPE!"
Spurred on by her outcry, I thrust my cock into her with all of my
might.
She was quite wet, and penetration was easy.
One thing - at this point, I was a virgin. Before this night, I had
never had a woman in any way. I couldn't have been all that impressive,
even as a rapist. But my subconscious seemed to know, on my gut level,
what I needed to hear, and it fed the lines to Jill as I pumped away
inside her hot, wet cunt.
"Oh, god, please stop! Oh, it's too big! It's too big, please! You're
hurting meeeeeee"
I reached down, and grasped her big boobs in both hands, and squeezed
them hard. She screamed, throwing her head back and howling.
Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I registered that someone in a
nearby house had heard her. In the same place, a command went out,
making sure that person forgot hearing the sound, and could no longer
hear anything coming from my room that night. I didn't realize this at
the time I was far too busy enjoying my first fuck, and couldn't be
bothered with the extent of my powers as they were coming to be. Later,
though, it gave me some clue as to the extent of my abilities.
"Oh, god, please take it out! No, stop stop.puh-leeeeeez! Oh, god, stop
RAPING ME!!!"
All the while she was squirming, holding onto the headboard helplessly,
her hips actually thrusting up to meet my own thrusts. It was exactly
what I wanted a woman who looked and sounded like a rape victim, but
fucked like an utter slut. Her cries became nothing but insensible
moanings and pleadings as I continued to thrust my long, hot prick into
her helpless pussy, feeling the tightness of it squeezing me for my
entire length. It wasn't long before I shot my wad again, spilling my
seed into her pussy for all I was worth!
I lay on top of her for a while, feeling my satisfied prick getting
soft.
She lay there, averting her eyes from me and crying quietly. I was
almost done, I could feel my reserves being low. But I was not quite
finished yet.
I turned her over onto her stomach, and gently stroked the backs of her
legs, reveling in the luxuriousness of her silky, tanned skin. When she
tried to get up, I roughly held her head down on the pillow with one
hand, while I continued to stroke her beautiful back.
She had an absolutely incredible ass. I had noticed it many times
before, as she lay there in her string bikini, and now I admired not
only the lovely, firm roundness of it's appearance, but the feel of the
soft, bouncy flesh in my hand. I felt up her ass for a good ten
minutes, my cock getting harder every second. I pulled my shorts
completely off, and straddled her legs this was going to be the best
yet.
"What what are you doing? Oh, god, please, no more, I can't take any
more oh, what's happening?"
My cock became truly rampant as I guided it between those delicious ass
cheeks, and pressed it against her tightly puckered asshole. She tried
to rise up, to throw me off, but my hand on the back of her head
defeated her.
"No, please, stop, that's the wrong place! What are you oh, god, no,
please, don't fuck my ass! I've never been fucked there, ever! Oh,
please, no no StopSTOP! OW! OHHHH!"
With her legs tightly together, between mine, it was tight going, but
that's what I wanted. There was nothing she could do, now, no movements
or techniques I wanted, even subconsciously, for her to use. I just
wanted to rape the bitch up the ass. Slowly, painfully for both of us,
I pushed the head of my cock into her.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Oh, god, NOOO! Oh, take it out, please, take it OUT!"
Well, there WAS some yelling I wanted her to do, and like a true
trouper, she did it. It got a little easier once I had the head of my
cock inside her, but it was still amazingly tight and hot in her ass.
I released her head (she wasn't going anywhere) and grasped her hips
with both hands. With that extra leverage, I managed to force my raping
cock completely up her helpless asshole, making her yell in agony. It
was my finest moment up till then. I had my cock up a helpless woman's
ass, and I was raping her with it!
"Oooh, oh stop. please."
Her words came out in gasps as I started to pump her butt, fucking her
harder than ever before. I could feel every millimeter of my cock on
fire with excitement (and not a little friction) as I raped her ass,
pumping her mercilessly, forcing my cock in again and again!
She squirmed deliciously under me, her body seeking escape and finding
none. "Oooh, he's raping my ass!" she cried through abundant tears.
"It's tearing me apart! Oh, you bastard, stop it! STOP IT! Oh, GOD!"
It took several minutes of grunting and sweating on my part, and I
loved every second of it, as she helplessly writhed in pain under me.
When I came, I roared at the top of my lungs and shot my sperm deep in
her bowels. She continued to cry for several minutes after I pulled
out, and I laid next to her on the bed, and got my breath back.
After a few minutes, I mentally ordered her to go bring me a warm, wet
cloth and clean my cock. Still sniffling, still the rape victim, she
did so, almost bringing me to erection again. But, even I turned out to
have limits, and she had brought me to them. Of course, with practice
and exercise, my limits have increased somewhat
With a mental order to forget everything that happened that night, she
went home, where she would spend several days wondering where all the
sperm came from, seeing as how she didn't recall her husband fucking
her, especially not in the ass, where she had, indeed, never before
been fucked!
Since that fateful evening, I have used the power for both many acts of
good. I've stopped a couple of wars you never would have survived, and
stopped some crimes that you never suspected could happen. But the
price for this power is the appetite it brings with it. Three, perhaps
four times a week, I bring women to me, or find them and take them to
hotels, and rape them senseless. I've never left one pregnant, I've
never hurt one seriously, and I've always tried to compensate them,
somehow. But I'm up to fifteen of them a week, now, sometimes in groups
as large as five at a time.
I don't know where the power came from, but I can see where it's going.
I just hope I can do whatever good thing I was meant to do before it
burns me out.
It's making me very tired.
Bolebec
exactly... I wrote them under the name Dracthyus years ago, and lost
most of them. Fortunately, I do have a copy of Cthulhu Cheerleader
Massacre, here included. Please, post whatever you've got! <<
The Awakening II - Experiments
Dracthyus
As I've said before, I do not know where I gained the power to control
minds, any more than I know where I was born, or to whom. It hardly
matters. What matters is that I have it.
I've just stopped a war. It was easy. I felt the stirrings of violence
somewhere it must have been the Middle East. It almost always is. I
took the violent feelings away, and replaced them with remorse and
horror.
In one case, I commanded the man who was about to fire a shot at
someone he didn't like to drop his gun and consider what happened to
someone when they died. By the time he was able to lift his gun again,
tears were streaming down his face and he was running to the graveyard
where his grandfather was buried. Quick, somewhat brutal, but
effective. I could just as easily have commanded him to die but I
dislike doing that. It seems too easy. It raises questions. My karma is
already quite bad enough, anyway.
My urge to rape has been increasing ever since the night I first
discovered my powers, when I was sixteen. Perhaps you've read what
became of my next-door neighbor's wife on that night (see "The
Awakening"). After that night, my life became every teenager's dream.
Money was never a problem. I could command people to believe I had paid
them for any goods or service I wanted. My parents agreed to let me
move out on my own with a few silent suggestions from my new-found
powers. I got myself a nice apartment, had it furnished, got lots and
lots of television and stereo equipment, a nice computer all of it the
results of mental commands to the previous holders. When all you have
to do is lie down and think of something to make it happen, it happens
quickly a week after I had raped my first woman, I was living on my own
in Santa Monica. I couldn't argue with the rent - my landlord paid it
himself, with the money he had been scamming off of the other tenants
for years. Utilities? Somewhere, someplace, all of the utility bills
you've ever received go across some person's desk. My person's name is
Janine. Every time she sees my bill, without even thinking about it,
she marks it as "paid" in her computer. All of my needs are met. All of
them.
My powers have been increasing in potency, and so have I. Every so
often, I push them try to find limits see if there are only so many
well, I'll have to tell you by example.
Not long ago, I had just finished stopping terrorists from blowing up
some airplane somewhere, and the urge to take a woman by force came
over me strongly. It does that, every so often, especially after I've
been using my powers constantly over a long time. Fortunately for me,
I'm not far from a major mall.
Malls are lovely places to look at women. You can see a huge variety
tall, short, thin, fat, blonde, brunette, redhead, black, white,
whatever.
I went to the mall, acquired a large coke with ice, sat back on a
bench, and looked around, with my eyes and my mind.
Sometimes, it's a little overwhelming. There, a cute little number in
tight jeans and a vest showing a little cleavage, on the other side, a
blonde in cut-off shorts and a halter, bouncing merrily along. You
start to feel like a kid in a candy store, after a very short time even
though I have an increased capacity for orgasms, there IS only so much
of me, and there IS only so much time in a day! Most of these women
will slip safely past me, oblivious to the fate they have narrowly
missed. Then, I sensed her.
I sensed her before I saw her because her ego preceded her by a good
fifty feet. She was wearing some gymnasium's sweat shirt and the
sheerest pair of workout tights I have ever seen. I had to admit, she
was beautiful what I could see of her the sweat shirt concealed a lot.
But, for her to have the kind of self-important queen-bitch-of-the-
world ego that I could feel so strongly, she must have had some kind of
body. Long blonde hair (though her natural color was kind of a mousy
brown) teased out and pressed in waves God, didn't that style die a
horrible death recently? Apparently it, like Disco, is making a
comeback. Her face was somewhat plain, un-made up, her eyes hidden
behind circular sunglasses.
Nor was she alone the man with her, dressed almost entirely like her,
was the size of a gorilla, and had a personality to match. There was an
empty circle around them a good ten feet across other people, repelled
by their odious self-images, had a natural tendency to stay away.
Now, mind you, my own body is far from the wasted-away thing you might
imagine as my mind has increased in power, my body has increased it's
own capacity, so as to better maintain my brain. I have very little
body fat, and a healthy growth of good, dense muscle. I could probably
beat eight out of ten men at a good, honest arm-wrestling contest. But
looking at these two, I saw physical perfection taken to a disgusting
level, with almost no accompanying mental development. These people
were ignoring mankind's most precious resource - the mind.
The woman wasn't a female body-builder, she wasn't grossly
overdeveloped, or I never would have considered using her as I did. The
man, however, could not touch his own head his biceps were far too big
to allow his elbows to bend that far. He would have to go.
I commanded the woman to forget she was with anyone, and to loiter
around in a small area outside of a shoe store for a brief while. That
gave me time to concentrate on the man.
The man received a different set of commands. He too forgot he was with
someone, and went out to his car. After some quick mental searching, I
found a leather-bar not too far away, and commanded him to drive there,
strip naked, and walk in. There, he would become unable to defend
himself in any way, and unable to cry for help. That would last until
the next morning. I hate people with big egos and no mind to back it up.
Onto the woman. She had a rather appealing ass, and nice legs, but that
was really all I could tell. Her outfit would never do. Before I did
anything else, I would gift her as few women have been gifted before.
She went around to several shops on my command, starting with a
lingerie shop. There, I gave her a general suggestion "Get something
sexy." My subconcious would feed her more details, but my concious mind
wanted to be somewhat surprised. She would select whatever was most
appropriate for her, perhaps taking some time to try things on I was in
a mood to be patient. When she had selected something, I would command
the person at the cash register to remove the security tag and simply
give her the item.
Shop till you drop, for free!
She visited other stores clothing, shoes, make-up. My subconcious mind
saw to it that what she bought would appeal to me, but my concious mind
remained blissfully unaware. At the last fitting room, she changed,
leaving her old clothing behind.
It took two hours. I had lunch, read a comic book, and played a video-
game. My mind is more than capable of over a dozen simultaneous
actions, and I had to do something to keep the anticipation from
killing me! When she walked back in front of me, I approved
wholeheartedly.
Without the sunglasses, she had nice, expressive brown eyes, which were
brought out nicely by her makeup, as were her full lips. She was clad
in a tight black minidress, which displayed her aforementioned terrific
ass to it's best advantage, as well as her modest, but perfectly formed
breasts. She had on nylon stockings and high-heeled "fuck-me" pumps,
and she walked like she wanted to get laid a whole lot. She would
continue walking around the mall, ignoring everything, until I was
ready for her.
An ego like hers deserved something special, something nasty I reached
out my mind, looking for the mind of a rapist who had worked this mall
before. Surprising how many I found one was even there right now,
scoping for a victim! I read his mind, found his favorite spot the
elevator in one of the major department stores. It had a little fluke
he had discovered by accident when it was on the lowest basement level,
and you pressed the emergency "Stop" button, the usual alarm failed to
sound! It was the kind of thing you used at the end of the day, when
no one would get suspicous at the elevator's lack of movement. Of
course, that was if you lacked the ability to make certain no one got
suspicious!
This guy was pretty well prepared. He had a knife, a pair of scissors,
even a couple of rolls of duct-tape, all in a shopping bag he carried
around innocently. He was waiting for closing time. I didn't have to
wait that long, but I felt I owed this fellow a little something. That,
and I DID want to do something special to Ms. Ego
So I took control of his mind as well. I can easily control as many as
a dozen minds or more at once. I once had to control forty minds to
stop a diplomatic conference from turning into a bloodbath in
Yugoslavia, although I hurt for a week after that. It was time to
indulge my base instincts.
The girl went into the department store, followed at a comfortable
distance by he and I. A slight push, a little suggestion, and she was
waiting for the elevator, as were we.
There were a couple of other people there, as well, including one very
obnoxious heavy lady who smelled very bad and insisted on yelling at
her child in the middle of the store. People like that truly disturb
me. I sent her away with a command to buy the child every toy he asked
for that day, a command to bathe for several hours once they got home,
and a command to never allow her voice to rise above the conversational
level ever again. This was done purely as a public service, believe me.
When the elevator arrived, only the girl, the rapist, and I got on. He
blocked the button panel with his body and pressed the button for the
lowest basement level as I engaged the girl in spurious conversation. I
released all but a very little of my control from her she thought it
perfectly natural to be here, alone, in those clothes, she was unable
to defend herself or hurt either of us, and she would be unable to
recognize either of us ever again. The elevator stopped, and my
accomplice hit the stop button. The girl turned, looked at the floor
indicator, and gasped. It was time.
He grabbed her from behind, and proved to be quite skillful at this
with one hand, he locked both of her arms behind her back with some
kind of judo move I was simply going to have to copy from his mind
before I let him go. His other hand covered her mouth.
"Scream, and we kill you," he hissed into her ear. Oh, yes, the man was
a pro. She was delicious to look at squirming, struggling helplessly,
her shoulders jostling her breasts as she fought to escape him. Without
my control, it would have been a close thing his skill versus her
excellent physical development. As it was, with a command in her mind
to render her helpless, there was nothing to do but watch her writhe
against him in her struggles to escape.
I approached her, then, and ran my hands up and down her delicious
torso, feeling the texture of the cloth of the minidress, and the heat
of the flesh under it. For a moment, I felt a second set of sensations,
an odd set, that didn't match my actions I realized after a moment of
consideration that I was feeling through my accomplices hands, feeling
her wrists and her mouth against my palms! Striving for deeper
connection, I could also feel her back against my stomach, and best of
all, I could feel her soft, round, wildly gyrating ass grinding into my
crotch. It was disorienting for a moment, but soon, I began to savor
the double sensations. It would make things interesting very very soon.
"Hello, bitch," I said, as I slid my fingers into her cleavage. "Think
you're all shit hot, don't you bitch?" I asked. I slowly pulled down
the front of her dress, allowing it to slide down over her shoulders,
revealing an extremely sheer red lace brassiere. God, I love red
lingerie on blondes! My subconcious has done very well by me so far.
Her nipples are erect as I pull the dress past them, and I leave it
bunched up just under her breasts, pushing them up. Her big, brown eyes
are wide open, staring at me, pleading with me as she shakes her head
and whimpers in fear through my accomplices hand. I can feel the
excitement from my accomplice as he grinds his crotch into her ass.
Silently, I signal him for the next step.
As I slowly tweak her erect nipples through the lace of the bra, he
releases her mouth, hissing "One word, and we'll kill you," into her
ear. Her lipstick is a little smudged, but her mouth stays closed as
he reaches into his shopping bag for the duct tape.
He releases her wrists, and I reach forward and hold her by the upper
arms, holding her tightly against me. She's struggling, wriggling,
making high-pitched whines of helplessness behind those clenched lips
unable to do anything to oppose us at all.
He rolls back her sleeves from her wrists, until they are well above
her elbows. Then, he secures her right hand to her left elbow, behind
her back, with the duct tape. Making sure that is tight, he stretches
her left arm painfully, making her cry out just a bit, and binds her
left hand to her right elbow. This has the effect not only of very
effectively binding her arms, but also of forcing her to thrust her
breasts forward. They feel nice against my chest. Just for good
measure, he wrapped strip after strip of the tape around both forearms,
ensuring her bondage.
He grabs her shoulders and pulls her back against himself as I slide a
finger between her breasts and pull down on the crosspiece of that
lovely bra. Slowly, agonizingly, more and more of her creamy breasts
are revealed, until, just when the nipples were ready to slide out, the
shoulder straps of the bra give way and her breasts both pop free,
jiggling in the indirect light of the little elevator.
I toy with her breasts, kneading them in my anxious hands, flicking the
nipples with my thumbs.
"What's your name, bitch?" I ask, my fingers tightening.
"Ow! Mandy! Oh, stop, please."
I nod to my partner, and he applies pressure to the tops of her
shoulders, forcing her to her knees. Once her face is on a level with
my crotch, I unzip my fly and whip out my cock.
"This is for you, Mandy," I say, holding it to her lips.
She closes her lips tight again, her eyes widening more, looking up at
me, pleading, begging with those expressive brown orbs of hers
My accomplice grabs her nose from behind, shutting off her air. Her
eyes bug out, her cheeks hollow as she tries to pull all of the air in
her body into her lungs she is in excellent physical shape, and lasts
almost a minute, before her mouth opens to gasp in air. What it managed
to gasp in was my cock.
As those ruby lips parted for air, I slid the head of my engorged
pecker between them and into her mouth. My accomplice released her
nose, allowing her to breathe once more. I sat there for a few minutes,
revelling in the feeling of her hot, wet mouth on my prick head,
feeling her complacent tongue pressing into the cleft on the underside.
WIth my commands in her head, there was nothing she could do about it
at this point, except kneel there and take whatever I gave her.
I grabbed both sides of her head in my hands, taking up great fistfulls
of her teased-out blonde hair, and pulled her mouth down further onto
my cock. She tried to shake her head, to move away, but my grip was
too strong and painful for her to resist. I pulled her head onto my
cock hard, until I was choking her with it.
Her eyes still looked up into mine, pleadingly, which really got me
going. Rapidly, I started to force her head back and forth on my cock,
raping her mouth with my big dick.
As I was doing this, my accomplice was lifting up the hem of her
minidress, and exposing her beautiful ass clad in red silk thong
panties. He reached down, kneeling behind her, and fondled her mostly-
naked butt, squeezing the cheeks, occasionally pinching them. All of
these sensations, right down to the warmth flowing into his crotch,
were felt by me at the same time, as I was getting my forced blow job.
It was getting to be quite overwhelming, actually. I decided to see how
overwhelming it could get.
I withdrew my cock for a moment, and sat on the floor, my legs wide.
Grabbing her head again, I pulled her mouth down onto my cock, so that
she was not only on her knees, but bending over, her nipples brushing
the floor of the elevator, her head pulled forcibly into my lap, where
she was made to suck me more. Her beautiful ass jutted up in the air in
front of my accomplice, inviting, begging. He opened his pants, whipped
out his cock, and pulled her panties down around her knees.
As her hot wet mouth and tight lips bobbed up and down on my rampant
prick, giving me intense forced head, he slid his cock into her hot,
tight pussy. She was quite wet, having been excited by her situation,
and he slid his modest prick into her in one thrust. I felt that
thrust, as though it was my own prick, even as my own prick was being
sucked by the same woman.
I came. I blew my sperm into her helpless mouth, as she squirmed and
squealed, the cum flowing out past her lips and spattering back onto my
cock and pants. It was one of the most intense orgasms I ever had in my
life, and it was also one of the most satisfying. I pulled my cock out
of her mouth as she coughed and sputtered my sperm. My partner
continued to fuck her, and I felt the delicious sensations of her body
being raped under me, as I forced her head into my lap and rubbed her
face in the sperm.
"Oh oh god no, please oooooh," she moaned, as he raped her. I had to be
careful of his reserves unlike me, my partner could probably manage, at
best, one orgasm from this experience, and I was eager to try something
else something even hotter.
I pushed her up as he pulled out of her, and spread her legs.
"Oh, no, what are you going to do to me? Oh, please, let me go"
He laid down under her and pulled her up until she was stradling his
cock, then he pulled her pussy down onto him. She groaned with the
penetration, and he dug his fingers into her hips and forced her ass up
and down. With her arms bound, she could get no leverage to stop him.
I went around behind her, in the meantime. My cock was still rock hard,
and slippery with her spit and my cum. He stopped moving her ass for a
moment, and as she lay there, breathing hard and sobbing, helpless, I
pressed the tip of my cock against her asshole.
"Wha NO! Oh, god, NO, not there! Anywhere but there, PLEASE! Oh, god,
HELP! HELP ME!"
Had part of my mind not been monitoring the surrounding area, she might
have been heard. I reached around in front of her face with one hand,
and clamped it over her mouth. She continued to murmur and moan through
my hand as I used my other hand to guide my cock into her helpless ass!
She screamed into my hand as I buried it in her anus with one thrust. I
almost shot off again immediately.
Can you imagine the feeling? Her hot, soft ass-cheeks pressed up
against my thighs, my cock gripped in her tight, hot little asshole,
while at the same time, her body writhing on top of me, her breasts
pressing into my chest, as my cock is engulfed in her wet, tight, hot
cunt? It almost defies description and there are no words for how it
felt when we started pumping her.
Her helpless body writhed between us, unable to do anything at all to
defend herself from her two attackers, her hips gyrating wildly, her
breasts thrusting into the man underneath her, as two cocks rammed into
her repeatedly, perfectly timed his cock entering as I exited, my cock
entering as his exited. We kept this up for a short time, then the
timing altered, so that we were both thrusting into her at once! It did
not take long, in this position, with these penetrations my accomplice
came hard, shooting his wad deep up her pussy.
That sensation was all it took to set off my own orgasms all the ones I
had left in me, at once! I poured shot after wad after jet after stream
of my hot cum deep in her bowels, so much that the cum spilled out
around my big cock in her asshole and dripped all over the place. She
screamed with the intensity of it, and then she passed out her physical
limits had been found, and crossed.
Never had I felt so completely satisfied, never had I felt so much
pleasure at once! My partner and I wiped the sperm on her minidress,
and arranged our clothing properly. He usually got off in the basement
when he did something like this, and used a service entrance to get
back into the mall.
We would leave her like that, trussed up and unconcious, covered with
sperm and with all of her clothing bunched up around her stomach,
leaving her ass and tits exposed, in the elevator. Someone would get a
big surprise the next time they were too lazy to use the escalator!
She would have only vague memories of the event she certainly wouldn't
remember us, only the activity, and I cushioned some of the impact on
her psyche she wouldn't have quite the same chip on her shoulder as
before, which had been half of my goal from the beginning. The other
half was to get off.
My partner? He would remember most of the event as having been his
idea, but he wouldn't remember who his partner was for the life of him.
He would also seek counseling and therapy in the next week he usually
killed his victims, which I couldn't allow to happen any more.
I spent most of the rest of the day recouperating in a small mexican
resteraunt not far from the mall. One or two of the female patrons of
the place would come home with me that night and service me as whores
and maids, for which they would be well rewarded.
New vistas rose up before me, at that time how many people could I
control at once? Could I organize a mass gang-rape, and experince all
of the men's sensations as they raped the helpless woman in the center?
How about the feelings of a woman? How would those feel, if I took them
into myself while she was having sex? How about an orgy, if I could
absorb the feelings of everyone present?
These are things I tested, gladly, but those are other stories.
Oh, by the way, the male body-builder? Turns out that not only was he
gang-banged by about twelve leather-boys, but he ended up liking it.
Started living with one named Filippe. His girlfriend was upset by
this, of course, but the next day, she found out that some rich old man
had named her the sole beneficiary of his will, even though he had
never met her before, mostly because I felt responsible for the couple
breaking up, even as disgustingly self-centered as they had been. I had
her several more times, of course, but she doesn't remember those
times. Just as well. I wasn't kind.
It still burns in me, a bit the fact that every time I do anything with
my mind, a little piece of me is gone that I'll never get back.
Eventually, I'll have lost all of something. I hope it isn't anything
I'll miss.
FINAL NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This is the second in my "Dan the Mind Controller" series, the first
being "Awakening." Your comments are really very welcome, as I love
getting mail, E or otherwise. There is a possibility that this series
may have a run in with my Cthulu series ("Cthulu Date-Rape," "Cthulu
Cheerleader Massacre") in the perhaps-near future. Let me know what you
think of the concept.
Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed it! If you did, or if you didn't,
or if you'd like to tell me about how your poodle lights itself on fire
and does backflips into wading pools full of Cool-Whip, drop me an E-
Mail. There could certainly be more stories like this, but that
depends a lot on the kind of reaction I get to this one. Really, I LOVE
getting E-Mail. Send me stuff. I'll send you stuff back.
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The Greth-Vimble Solution
Dracthyus
Standard Disclaimer Type Thingy
This story is for the entertainment of adults only. If you are under 18,
you really ought to be doing something else. Just look how I turned out!
Moreover, if you are offended by frank and explicit descriptions of
non-consensual acts of sex and bondage between a woman and an alien of
indeterminate gender, heck, don't EVEN think of reading any further,
because you might get upset at me and E-mail me to tell me that I'm a
pervert or something and right here, in the beginning, I'm warning you not
to read any further and stuff.
If you are still reading, please enjoy. I'd appreciate any responses,
criticisms, questions, or random stories about what your parakeet does
when you're not looking. If you'd like to flame me, I'd like to laugh at
you.
From beyond the skies, they came. Occasionally, they were seen by the
inhabitants of the little blue-green planet they chose to visit most
often... more often than not, those who saw them were dismissed by their
fellows as insane or worse. Their purpose was not known by many, but a
few looked up into the night skies and dreamt that they knew. And, every
so often, one of the inhabitants of the little blue-green planet found
out, first hand, what the visitors were doing on their planet... earth.
"It's cold," said Mandy, as she pulled Phil's jacket more closely around
herself. "It's cold and nothing's happening, and I want to go home."
Phil re-adjusted his telescope and peered into the finder. "I've spotted
six phenomena tonight," he said, studiously. "I'm sure three of them
weren't airplanes. Come on, Mandy! This could be THE night!"
Mandy sighed and leaned back on the hood of his car... this could be THE
night he took her to a movie again, or dinner, or something. But NO, this
would be THE night they sat out in this damn desert staring at the sky and
trying to find flying saucers. She considered dumping him again... if he
hadn't of been rich, she wouldn't have made it this far. She checked her
nails again... the manicure, enameling, and painting had cost enough to
feed a family of six in Bosnia for a month, and Phil had covered it.
There was still more money to be made here, if she could just wait it out
for a while...
She was still looking down at her nails when the blue light covered them
both. She stopped moving, and became completely paralyzed. Whatever was
happening, it ceased other biological functions as well... the glands that
produced the chemicals that induced fear in a dangerous situation didn't
kick in. She just continued to consider her nails, thinking it curious
that she couldn't move, but nothing more.
Phil, on the other hand, was staring straight up. He saw the disc-shaped
object hovering over his car, saw the black globe that emitted the blue
light.
He saw the tall, impossibly thin beings that dropped from the craft
lightly, and examined him. They had extremely large, black eyes, nothing
but a pair of slits for a nose, and tight, short slits for mouths. Phil
desperatly wanted to talk to them, to ask them questions, to take a couple
of pictures... but the strange paralysis had him in it's grasp as well.
He saw several of them examine Mandy, saw them peel back the jacket to
look at her chest. They nodded at each other, and as they floated back up
to their little disc in the sky, Mandy floated up with them.
Phil remembered most of this, when the blue light went away. He also
remembered what happened to people who came back from the desert and said
their girlfriend had been abducted by aliens. Not wishing to spend any
time in prison, or in a mental hospital, Phil merely embraced the
experience, and went on about his life, wondering what had happened to
Mandy.
He never found out.
Mandy's odd paralysis lasted only a short while longer. It lasted until
she had been taken on board the ship, held down on a wide, soft-topped
table, and bound down to it, spread eagled. Her wrists and ankles were
surrounded with thick, black strips of some soft, supple material that was
stronger than steel. Her arms were pulled up over her head, her legs
spread wide. She saw the aliens working at her, but without her body's
chemical activities in play, she merely thought them odd.
Then, the blue light went away, and the chemicals started to work again.
Mandy threw her head about to the left and right, and screamed, trying to
break free of her bonds. She was unable to.
The aliens looked back and forth amongst each other and nodded....
"Great. Another screaming earth-woman," one thought to another,
telepathically. "If this one doesn't work out, I'm going home and opening
a bar."
The sentiment was agreed to by the majority of other aliens on board.
Mandy continued to scream helplessly as the head scientist of the ship
produced a delicately shaped blade, and began the process of removing her
clothes. Her short, knit skirt was slit up the center, up to the
waistband, and pulled off of her, revealing her white lace garterbelt and
sheer silk panties. The jacket was sliced off of her, and her blouse was
unbuttoned deftly by the scientists's assistant, revealing her flat
stomach and white, lacey bra which held her immense 40 DD breasts. The
alens looked between each other once more... this one had promise.
The scentist thought into the recorder at the head of the table as he
continued his work.
"Subject is an Earth-human female, in relatively good physical
condition. Secondary clothing layer indicates that subject was taken prior
to some anticipated sexual activity, which may enhance the testing process.
Head-filaments are yellowish, the optical mechanisms are un-tinted,
resulting in that peculiar blue coloration. The front of the head has at
least one layer of artificial coloration, particularly on the mouth.
Note: Subject is loud as hell."
The blouse was removed with clinical detachment... the sleeves slit up
to the collar, so that it could be pulled completely off without removing
any of the restraints.
Clad only in her underwear, Mandy began to try to control herself, taking
great heaving breaths that thrust her breasts towards the ceiling
seductively. The aliens, having slightly different tastes than most
earth-men, were nonetheless impressed with those breasts... it seemed to
be the thing they noticed the most!
Casually, the head scientist delicately sliced off her nylons, the blade
never touching her tanned, supple skin. Mandy tried to move her long,
lithe legs away from the strangely shaped alien knife, only to find that
the bonds on her ankles were far too strong to fight against.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" she cried into the theater.
The head scientist looked up at her face.
"Subject has reduced volume and is modulating her noise-patterns. This
most likely indicates an attempt to communicate." He made this silent,
telepathic note into his recorder, then aside, to his assistant, he
thought "I hate it when they try to communicate."
The assistant was busy with the fastenings on the garter belt...
eventually, he had to slice it off as well. "Do you think they're
intellgent?" he thought, as he tossed the garter belt into the waste
receptacle.
"Some of them, perhaps," thought the head scientist, as he cut off her
panties. Mandy screamed loud again as her lightly-furred pussy was
exposed to the cold air of the operating room. "But these ridiculous ones
out in the middle of their planet's deserts? We're probably doing their
gene-pool a favor by removing them."
Lastly, they both went to work on the bra, ignoring the fastening
underneath her body and slicing away the shoulder straps and the metal
reinforced crosspiece. When it came off, they were silent and motionless
for a moment.
The head scientist activated his recorder once more. "Subject's
mammaries are quite possibly the largest on record. Probability very high
that subject will meet requirements for the program. Although it will
require the complete physical examination to determine for certain, based
on overall muscle-tone and mammary size alone, I place the subject in the
ninety-percent range."
The scientist looked down at her once more, his three-fingered gray hand
stroking gently over her right breast, bringing another scream from the
terrified girl. "Prepare her for the examination," he thought, as he
turned to leave. "I'm going to get a quick implant for this headache.
Drox, the thing is loud!"
The assistant made as large a smile as his race was capable of...
secretly, for some reason, he LIKED this part. The naked earth-woman
helplessly bound before him gave him intense feelings of pleasure, and he
would most certainly engage in reproduction with his mate that night with
more vigor!
He placed his fingers onto control surfaces in the table-top itself,
causing certain points of the soft, black surface to become malleable,
moldable. He molded the surface around her, and pulled loops of the
stuff, like taffy, over her knees, making sure to loop it back into the
table top on the other side of her leg. Mandy continued to scream loudly,
as she was made even more helpless, if such a thing were possible.
"NO! Oh, god, NO! Let me go, let me GO!"
The assistant was somewhat tempted to put a loop over her mouth, but that
had to be free for the examination. Patiently, he put loops of the
table-stuff over the middle of her thighs, around her slim waist, around
her elbows and upper arms. One loop went over her ribcage, directly under
those massive breasts, and the assistant had to squelch a feeling of
sexual pleasure as he lifted each breast carefully to place the loop
securely. If his superiors found out how much he liked working with the
alien women, he would surely be re-assigned!
Then, it was time to work on her head, where all the noise was coming
from. The noise didn't bother him as much... he kind of liked it. He
grasped her by the hair, and held her head down against the table, face
straight up. He looked upside down into her blue eyes, and made his
grotesque smile as wide as possible. She screamed some more, which was
just as well.
He pulled a loop up next to her head, and wrapped it tightly around her
forehead, and back into the table top. The next loop went around her
throat... delicately, tight enough to restrain but not tight enough to
interfere with her curiosly vulnerable air passages. He'd gotten in
ever-so-much trouble that one time he'd allowed one of the silly things to
strangulate!
Her head securely in place, he brought up one more loop, and wrapped it
under her lower lip, above her chin. This loop he pulled extremely tight,
so that her mouth was forced open to it's greatest extent.
"There," he thought, as he pressed the control pads that locked the
table-top into that configuration. "She's still loud, but now it doesn't
sound so much like communication. The scientist should appreciate that,
at least."
Mandy lay there, bound quite helplessly to the table, unable to move
anything but her fingers, her toes, and her eyes. She saw the other alien
come back in, looking much springier.
"Much better," he thought to his assistant. "Sometimes I just can't
stand the noise, you know? Oh, she's ready. Excellent."
He pulled a pod full of gleaming metal instruments over next to the
table. "Well, then. Sit back and watch, assistant. You're very nearly
ready to perform one of these yourself."
The assistant did so, eagerly. To be a full Head Scientist! The
prospect of having the authority to work privately on these aliens gave
him odd thoughts that he liked, a lot.
The head scientist lifted a delicate probe. "Subject's coloration
indicates heavy exposure to solar radiation," he said, as he slid the
smooth, cool tip of the probe over Mandy's sensitive stomach. Her muscles
twitched involuntarily from the unexpected tickling sensation, and her
screaming stopped... it wasn't doing her much good, anyway.
Intrigued by this reaction, the head scientist slid the probe over her
delicate skin again, and was satisfied to see the abdominal muscles jump
as he crossed a delicate nerve plexus. "Subject's neural development
good," he concluded. He moved the probe over more of her body, the
sensors in the tip feeding information to the machines over the table. He
delicately slid the probe down along the outside of her leg, and up,
slowly and surely, the inside of her leg. She started to gasp and moan as
he moved it up the inside of her thigh, and he noticed that the closer he
got to her vagina, the more reaction he seemed to get.
"Subject is entering a state of increased tactile sensitivity, mostly
associated with the erogenous zones. Given the usual frigidity of the
subjects this bears futher examination."
Delicately, he used the probe on the inside of her other thigh, bringing
it slowly up from her knee, stopping just as he was about to touch her
vagina. Even bound down, Mandy tried to move her hips, to get contact
between the smooth, cool probe and her increasingly sensitive pussy!
Intrigued once again, the scientist allowed this contact... briefly. He
gently maneuvered the probe up and down along her labia, bringing an
entirely different set of sounds from the helpless woman. Then, using one
hand to gently spread the lips of her pussy, he maneuvered the probe along
the soft, pink flesh inside, which he would have had to do in any case to
complete the examination. Mandy moaned deeply with the gentle touches of
the thing.
The scientist gently inserted the slim probe into her helpless, almost
willing vagina, taking readings.
"Subject has engaged in sexual intercourse previous to abduction, which
may make things easier. Subject's increased tactile acuity has resulted
in a twenty percent raise in circulation rate, which will definitely work
to our advantage. The Greth-Vimble process will be used to facilitate the
program, provided the remainder of the physical examination is
sufficient."
The assistant almost clapped with joy... he loved that process!
The scientist continued his delicate probing of her vagina, moving the
probe up, and sliding the tip of it around her intensely sensitive
clitoris!
Mandy moaned deeply and loudly, her eyes closing with the sensation of
it. The readings on her nervous system went off the scale, indicating to
the scientist that this was an extremly interesting place to examine. He
continued to play with her clitoris for a few moments, watching her neural
activity approach a peak on the monitors. Just before it could reach what
might have been a dangerous level, he pulled the probe completely away,
and went for another instrument.
Mandy screamed again... she was so close to coming! She writhed her
hips, and yelled with her forced-open mouth... if they were going to do
this to her, at least they could make her come!
The scientist returned with a slightly wider probe, the tip of it almost
like a small spatula. This he used to examine her breasts, gently sliding
the tip of it all around them, from the base at her chest in lovely, wide
spirals up to her nipples, which were quite erect by this time. He
performed this scan several times on either breast, bringing more moans
and whines from the helpless subject.
"Subject's mammaries appear to be completely organic, with none of the
silicon replacement we have noticed in other subjects. Subject has not
yet reproduced, despite sexual activity, so some preperation will be
necessary if she is elligible for the program."
The scientist left her again, just as the delicate, feather-light touches
on her sensitive breasts were about to bring her off again. She yelled
again, the frustration building ever higher.
The scientist returned with a larger probe, more complicated looking, and
casually slipped one end of it into her helplessly-open mouth. Her
muffled moans and whimpers intensified as he scanned the inside of her
mouth, then pressed a stud on the side of the probe, and sent a thin line
down her throat!
She choked and gagged, but something prevented her from throwing up. She
merely lay there, helpless, as her mouth and throat were violated by this
alien device!
After a moment, the thin line withdrew, and the scientist put his probe
away. He went to the side of the table, and pulled a tube from the wall,
from which he drank coffee while the machines tabulated the sensor
readings. The assistant almost bounced in his chair, from the anticipation.
Would they get to do it to her?
There was a soft tone, and the scientist replaced his drinking tube and
looked at his monitors.
He smiled, and thought more into his recorder. "Medical scans
complete... subject is more than healthy enough for the program, and has
no narcotics or pharmeceuticals in her system to interfere with harvest.
Program will proceed now."
He turned to his assistant. "I know you've been waiting for this part,"
he thought with some chagrin. "All right. It's all machine operation
from this point, anyway. I'll observe. The honor of testing the program
on this subject is yours. Just, please, silence her?"
"Of course, Head Scientist!" thought the assistant eagerly. He moved
quickly to her head, softened the table top, and as she moaned and whined
through her open mouth, he pulled up a handful of the stuff, and looped it
around her mouth, a large gobbet of it going into her mouth and absorbing
all the sounds she could make. It made an effective ball-gag when he
re-solidified the table-top.
He had paid close attention to the scientist's observations, he knew what
needed to be done. First, he had to immobilize her breasts.
At the touch of a switch a large contraption dropped from the ceiling
over her, and she stared at it, wide-eyed, as he pulled down a pair of
large, circular clamps. These he fastened on her tits, and tigthened,
until her breasts could no longer even jiggle. Then, the preperation.
As she lie there, helpless and naked, two needles dropped from the
ceiling, and unerringly moved until they were just over her sensitive,
erect nipples. She tried to scream, tried to shake her head, tried to
move... tried in vain. As she watched, helpless, the needles sank into
her nipples, and deep into her breasts. Some sound come out past the
gag... only reasonable, when the sound would have been a full-throated
scream.
She watched as some liquid dripped down the insides of the clear needles,
and entered her breasts. She felt nothing but a peculiar warmth as the
liquid entered her tortured mammaries, and then felt relief as the needles
withdrew.
"Excellent," said the scientist, as he observed the monitors. "You've
managed to clear the lactic pathway and inject the hormone at the same
time. My last assistant had to do it in two maneuvers. Very well done."
The assistant fairly glowed with praise. "Sir? Do you still think she
will require the Greth-Vimble process?" he thought, hopefuly.
The scientist nodded. "We could wait for her normal circulation rate to
make the hormone effective, but increasing her circulation rate would make
the product available in under half the time. Proceed."
The assistant almost cackled with glee - a purely human trait he had
picked up from watching their television transmissions. As Mandy watched,
horrified, he pulled down a large array of instruments from the
ceilling... full of robotic arms and odd shapes, she feared for the worst.
The assistant very carefully aligned the device between her wide-spread
legs, and sighted through a target designator at her helpless pussy!
Then, he stepped back, and activated the Greth-Vimble device.
As Mandy watched, helpless, one of the arms moved towards her, the end of
it tipped with a long, black metal dildo! She thrashed as best she could,
she struggled, but nothing she could do could stop that cold metal invader
from sliding up her wet love-channel, bringing another deep moan from her.
It moved into her, filling her completely with it's coldness, then
proceeded to shuttle back and forth, fucking her! She struggled against
the rape-machine for a moment, then closed her eyes and gave into it,
helpless to do anything else. The thing fucked her with increasing speed
and strength, until her body shook with the force of the orgasm it
induced. Then, the dildo slid out.
Mandy was at the same time relieved and dissapointed... she was relieved
that this awful alien thing was no longer raping her, dissapointed that
she had gotten only one orgasm out of it. Then, the second arm
approached.
She sighed into the gag as the second dildo slid in... this one was metal
as well, and had the same shape, but it was warm...as warm as a human
cock. It fucked her well, and brought her to a second orgasm, which was
slightly more intense than the first.
As the second arm withdrew, the third arm came into play. Mady opened
her eyes and they widened in shock, fear, and anticipation... this one was
a full foot long, and two inches thick! It slid into her, filling her
more tigthly and completely. It was smooth, and lubricated, and it fucked
her hard, plunging in and out of her helplessly bound pussy as only a
machine could, tirelessly, ceaselessly, each motion a perfect repetition
of the most perfect thrust she coud receive. She came harder after that
one, and sweat started to glisten on her body.
Then came the fourth. This one was the same size as the third, but it
was veined and ridged, having a great deal of texture. It's surface
titillated the inside of her well-raped vagina, touched delicate spots
with surprising sensations, and fucked her just as hard. This time she
screamed in orgasm, as she had never done before.
By this time, the hormone was circulating in her bloodstream much faster
than it would have been otherwise, but the effect would still take time.
Neither alien thought to stop the device, or that she had had enough...
the more stimulation, the more circulation, the better!
The fifth dildo was much like the fourth, but as it penetrated her pussy,
it vibrated, bringing with it a whole new set of sensations. It took much
longer to bring her off, moving more slowly than the others, but after a
while, she came again, and felt herself tiring to the point of exhaustion.
As that happened, a small probe extended from the device, and placed a
small suction-cup-like cone over her protruding clitoris. As she murmered
in question, it began to agitiate her sensitive little love-nub,
delicately rubbing it, sqeezing it, flicking and sucking at it! Mandy
nearly passed out from the feeling of pleasure. Then, the arms moved back
into postion.
"Sequence two initiating," thought the assistant.
The first arm fucked her again, in it's cold, monotounous fashion, which,
with the addition of the clitoral stimulator, brought a whole new
sensation, a whole new orgasm.
Then, as it pulled out and the second arm came into play, the first arm,
rather than withdraw, moved down, slightly, and pressed it's
well-lubricated tip at her helpless anus!
Mandy's eyes went wide... she'd never had anything up her ass before!
She wanted to scream, to break free, to run... instead, all she could do
was lie there, helpless, as the cold metal alien dildo penetrated her
virgin asshole.
She moaned with the awful pain of it, moaned as it fucked her ass
mercilessly, all the while being fucked with the second dildo in her pussy
while her clit was being teased erotically by the probe. She had a
horrible feeling what would happen the next time she came, and she fought
it... fought to feel the pain in her ass, fought to ignore the pleasure.
But, after a short while, the pain and the pleasure, so close together,
mixed, merged, and she succumbed to the sensations and orgasmed once more.
Both arms withdrew from her, giving her a moment of respite with only the
clitoral stimulation, then the third, foot-long and wide arm plunged into
her pussy, and the second arm plunged up her loosened asshole!
The machine double-fucked her thusly for a while, fucked her,
re-lubricated itself when her body was unable to. It fucked her
mercilessly, incessantly, with all the patience of a machine, until she
came again. And then, the arms moved again, and as she felt the joy of
the textured foot-long cock in her pussy, the agony of the first
foot-long, two-inch-wide cock thrust into her tortured ass, and she
screamed weakly into the gag, getting weaker every second.
As this happened, the monitors above her indicated that the injections
had done their job. The scientist indicated this to his assistant, who
was far too busy watching the rape-machine in action to notice.
Quickly, the assistant activated the final stage of the program. He
considered, for a moment, turning off the Greth-Vimble device, then
decided against it... it was programmed to continue for another three
cycles in any case, so why disturb it?
As Mandy lay there, raped up the pussy and the ass incessantly and
constantly, two cups descended from the ceiling, and over her huge,
helplessly clamped breasts. She felt the suction on them as the cups
formed a vacuum seal, and felt the suction increasing, painfully so, as
the machine sucked hard on her poor, abused nipples...
She was amazed to see the clear tubes attatched to the cups fill with a
white liquid, apparently from her breasts... milk! They had forced her to
lactate with hormones, and were drawing off the milk from her breasts!
The pumps on her breasts were linked to the same timing circuit as the
rape machine, so that every time the pumps sucked on her tits, a dildo was
being rammed into her cunt and ass. Because of her big breasts being able
to produce a great deal of millk, the process of harvesting her lactic
fluid took some time. The pain, the pleasure, and the shock of it all,
combined, threw her into a black unconsciousness.
The scientist smiled broadly, and moved to examine the first vial of her
milk as it came out of the machine.
The assistant, somehow sensing that it was no longer as much fun when she
was unconcious, turned off the rape machine, and set it to self-cleaning
mode. As the scientist performed his tests, the assistant applied healing
nutrient sprays to Mandy's abused vagina and anus, taking away the
inflamation and pain.
The scientist turned to him, his face bright.
"This is the best batch yet. It has all the properties we've been
looking for."
"So, it will cure the disease plagueing our planet?"
"It will, but we will need a lot more of it. We got enough, from this
process, to treat about two hundred people. We have a population of
several billion, as you know."
"We'll need more subjects, of course," said the assistant.
"We will indeed. In the mean-time, secure this one for transport back to
the home world. She's young for their type, and relatively healthy... she
can survive that process thousands of times before her body loses the
capacity to produce lactic fluid."
The assistant nodded... not only had he gotten an afternoon of amusement,
but he had been involved in finding one of the rare cure-bearers, and
would become famous for that alone!
"One other thing," said the head scientist, as the assistant unbound
Mandy and began to wrap her in a suspended-animation coccoon. "I noticed
that you seemed to enjoy that process. No, don't say anything... there's
nothing wrong with enjoying it, if you perform it competently. And you
did. I'll put in my recommendation with the council when we return...
Mister Head Scientist."
The assistant glowed with pride, literally.
From beyond the skies, they come. Occasionally, they are seen by the
inhabitants of the little blue-green planet they chose to visit most
often... more often than not, those who see them are dismissed by their
fellows as insane or worse. Their purpose is not known by many, but a few
look up into the night skies and dream that they know. And, every so
often, one of the inhabitants of the little blue-green planet finds out,
first hand, what the visitors are doing on their planet....
But those that do are in no position to tell anyone else, ever again.
Bolebec
exactly... I wrote them under the name Dracthyus years ago, and lost
most of them. Fortunately, I do have a copy of Cthulhu Cheerleader
Massacre, here included. Please, post whatever you've got! <<
Raped Teenage Burglar
Dracthyus
Dan was in for a lousy weekend. He sat in the living room on the second
story of a house his friends and he rented half of. On the lower floor
was a fairly large hispanic family that rarely, if ever, spoke with them.
The house had been modified... the single door connecting the lower floor
to the staircase to the upper floor had been sealed, making each floor a
seperate apartment. The only real connection remaining between the two
floors was the common basement, to which both floors had access.
Dan struggled with his calculus homework, frustrated and angry His
friends had gone off to the city, for the weekend, for a huge party that
Dan would have killed to have gone to, but here he was, with a test on
monday. Even the familiar noises of the family downstairs were gone, as
they had gone off on a camping trip. Bright summer saturday, perfect
weather, and Dan was trapped in the living room, studying calculus and
getting horny, for no other reason than the fact that he was male, 19, and
full of hormones.
He had been studying for quite some time when he heard a noise from the
bedroom - someone poking around! Dan rose in fear, and hid behind the
door into the living room. He and his friends had noticed some of their
tapes and CDs missing over the past few weeks, but they'd assumed that the
stuff had just gotten lost in all the mess of the apartment. Was this the
burglar, coming back for more? Dan hefted a nearby beer bottle by the
neck, checking its weight. If the burglar came in here, he'd never know
what hit him!
Dan was somewhat shocked when the burglar did indeed enter the living
room. It was the downstair neighbor's fifteen year old daughter! Dan
figured she must have come in through the basement. She was dressed in
cut-off jeans and a t-shirt, and she had a handfull of Dan's casette
tapes. She looked around the living room, no doubt for more tapes or CDs
to steal. Anger filled Dan even more, and he slammed the door shut behind
her.
She turned around, shocked. "What... you...."
Dan gestured menacingly with the beer bottle. "What the hell do you
think you're doing? Those are my tapes! What are you doing up here?"
The girl dropped the tapes, and looked around for some way to escape...
Dan stood in front of the only door into the room, and both windows were
blocked with bulky air-conditioners. "I... I just came up to.. to..."
Dan stepped towards her. "You've been coming up here and stealing our
shit, haven't you?"
The girl made one more stammered attempt to deny any wrongdoing, then bit
her lip and nodded, eyes towards the ground, tears starting to form.
"Well, you're in one hell of a lot of trouble," he said. "I want all of
our stuff back, and I want it now!"
The girl looked up at him, fear in her eyes. "I... I sold it. It's
gone."
Dan's anger mounted. He calculated the average cost of the stolen CDs
and tapes, and came up with a figure larger than he liked. "That was
about two hundred dollars worth of our stuff, you little bitch. Where are
your parents?"
The fear in her eyes intensified. "Oh, no, please, don't tell them!
They'll lock me up forever! I'll never go out again!"
Dan sneered at her. "Oh, it's worse than that. After I tell your
parents, I'm going to call the police, and have you arrested."
"Oh, NO!" she said, beginning to shake. "I'm sorry! Please, don't tell
anyone! I'll do whatever you want, just please, don't tell!"
Dan's sneer locked in place as his mind raced. He looked the girl up and
down... kind of young, but a nice slim body. The T-shirt was sheer enough
to show her bra, and the swell of goodly sized breasts it held. He'd seen
her nice, round, firm ass as she walked in, and she did have a hell of a
set of legs. Plus, he was horny, and the house was completely empty. She
must have been the only one left behind when the rest of her family went
on its camping trip.
"Nope," he said, walking to the phone. "Since your parents are gone,
I'll have to call the cops first, and have you arrested. Then, when your
folks get back, I'll have to tell them where you are, and why you're
there." He lifted the phone, and began to dial.
"NO! Oh, please, please, no! I swear, I'll never do it again! I'll do
anything, just please, don't!"
Dan turned towards her. "Anything?" he asked, smiling.
The girl, not totally naive but too frightened to think, nodded,
sniffling. Dan put the phone back down.
"All right. I won't call, IF you do everything I tell you to. But if
you don't, I'll be on the phone to the cops so fast that your head will
spin. Got me?"
The girl nodded, sniffling, relief starting to show on her face. Dan sat
down in the armchair next to the phone table, and looked her over. "Go to
the kitchen, and bring me a beer," he said. He watched her young ass sway
back and forth as she left the room, watched her young tits jiggle under
the t-shirt as she came back in. She had even opened the beer for him.
He took a long pull on it, and looked at her again.
"What's your name?" he asked, his hardon growing.
"Melissa," she said, looking nervous.
"Are you a virgin, Melissa?" he asked, smiling. She looked confused for
a moment.
"Yes, but..."
"That's nice. You're very pretty, Melissa."
Melissa smiled at the compliment, even blushing a little. Dan liked
that. It made him hotter.
"Take off your t-shirt, Melissa," Dan said. Melissa backed up a half
step.
"Take off my..." she started, uncomprehending. Dan frowned for a second,
and lifted the receiver off the phone.
Melissa yanked her T-shirt off in fear, tossing it aside. She closed her
eyes, and tears started to flow. She began to understand what was going
to happen to her.
Dan smiled, and put the phone back down. "That's better, Melissa.
That's real good. Now take off the bra. I want to see your pretty
titties."
Openly crying, Melissa unfastened and removed her bra, her eyes on the
phone the whole time. As she dropped it, Dan leaned forward, examining
her brown nipples and smooth, flat stomach. Melissa moved to cover her
breasts with her hands, and Dan allowed her, leaning back and smiling.
Seeing her fear and shame was as exciting as seeing her tits.
"Now come over here, and stand between my legs."
Dan dropped a throw pillow onto the ground in front of himself as she
stepped over. Dan looked up at her sweet little body within reach, and
grinned widely. "Get down on your knees, Melissa."
Crying and covering her breasts, Melissa knelt in front of him, between
his legs, on the pillow. Dan reached out and stroked her pretty face and
her short black hair. Melissa simply held herself very still... she knew
if she acted badly at all, he would just pick up the receiver and call the
police, and her life would end as she knew it. She had to keep her
promise to do everything as he asked, no matter what!
Dan settled back, his grin becoming more wolf-like by the second. "All
right, little thief. Have you ever seen a man's dick before?"
Melissa shuddered. "I... I help my mom give my little brothers their
baths..."
"That's good of you, Melissa. Unzip my pants."
Melissa slowly covered both her breasts with her left arm while her right
hand, trembling, moved to the front of his pants. Her fingers brushed
against the hardness there, sending delicious tingles up Dan's spine. She
slowly drew down the zipper, then pulled her hand back. She only had to
do what he told her to. If he didn't tell her to...
"Now, reach into my pants, and take out my dick," he said, his voice
becoming tight with lust. Melissa swallowed hard, and reached back. She
put her little hand into his fly, and felt the soft cotton of the briefs,
and the hardness underneath. She'd seen her little brother's underwear,
so she reached for the side of the fly, and pushed it aside, all the time
her hand was pressed down hard on him by his pants, and every movement of
her fingers brought him pleasure.
Soon, she had the monster in her hand, and she gently pulled it up out of
the fly. She gasped when she saw it... it wasn't anything like her
brohter's! It was eight inches long, and very thick, and long and hard,
with a purple head! She pulled her hand back, becoming more afraid.
"Please, mister... please don't make me..."
Dan's hand grabbed a handful of her hair. "I'll make you do whatever I
want to you, you little bitch thief. And if you tell anyone, I'll tell
them how you stole from us, and no one will believe you, and you'll go to
jail. Understand!"
Melissa just nodded, tears in her eyes. Dan pulled harder on her hair,
and grabbed the other side of her head.
"Now, Melissa, I want you to open your mouth nice and wide."
Closing her eyes, Melissa stretched her mouth out into a round "O." Dan
tightened his grip on the hair on the sides of her head, and pulled her
mouth down onto his rampant cock.
She struggled a little, but Dan pulled hard on her hair, and she just sat
there, silent, her mouth wide around his hot, hard cock.
"Now," he said, barely able to contain his excitement, "I want you to
suck on it, Melissa. Suck on it and lick it."
Melissa obeyed, having no choice at all. She closed her lips around it
and sucked on it, hating the salty taste but helpless to do anything but
the commands of her master. Her tongue moved tenatively against the
bottom of his cock, leaving a hot, wet trail on it.
His breath coming in short pants, Dan began to force her head up and down
on his prick, forcing her to bob up and down on him. He was cautious at
first about how much of his cock he put into her mouth, but as he got more
excited, he started ramming more and more of it into her, going to the
back of her mouth.
Melissa became more and more frightened as he raped her young mouth...
she stopped covering her breasts and put her hands on the arms of the
chair, trying to get some leverage to prevent him from forcing himself too
deeply into her mouth. Unfortunately for her, she was much weaker than
Dan, and couldn't get the leverage she needed. Dan began to force his
big, hard cock into the poor girl's throat!
She choked and gagged, her hands coming up to try to free herself... Dan
merely laughed, and kept throat-fucking her. Her eyes bugged out, and she
nearly threw up, but just as it became unbearable to her, he pulled his
cock completely out of her mouth and pushed her hard, sending her over
onto her back on the floor, where she lay choking and panting for several
minutes.
Dan stood and leered at her prone form... he hadn't wanted to come just
yet. He had a lot of time, and a lot of privacy. He doubted she'd sit
still for the next part, though, so he went to his room, quickly, and
brought back a handful of ties from his closet. Melissa was just
recovering, kneeling on the floor and shivering.
Dan grabbed her by her arm and pulled her to her feet. "Well, now,
little thief, that was a pretty good start! Now, put your hands behind
your back."
Shuddering in fear and revulsion, the poor girl did just that, not being
completely surprised when he tied her wrists together. Then he pushed her
onto the couch, so that she was kneeling on the cushions, her face pressed
into the back of the couch.
"What are you..." she said, just before he pressed a wad of cloth into
her mouth. She struggled, tried to get up or spit it out, but he was on
top of her, easily holding her in place with one knee on her back, as he
tied the cloth in place with a tie around her head. Now she was
effectively gagged, and in the position Dan wanted to use her in.
Dan's cock had softened a bit during these exertions, but it became rock
hard again as he reached under her and unfastened her shorts. His eyes
hungrily drank in the sight of her firm young ass as he dragged her shorts
and panties down her thighs. He left them around her knees, effectively
binding her knees together. The young girl cried as he stripped her
shorts off, her tears wetting the couch.
Dan reached a finger in between her legs and started playing with her
lightly-fuzzed pussy, sliding his finger into her slit and rubbing it back
and forth. The girl cried and squirmed, screaming into the gag, to no
avail. Curious, he slipped his finger into her tight, hot hole, and found
resistance. She was, indeed, a virgin.
Dan pulled his finger back, and thought. If he popped her cherry, there
would be questions asked, eventually. Problems. But, he reasoned, she
had a whole other orifice right there for his pleasure. Besides, she'd
been fucking them for a while... it was time for payback!
Dan ducked into the bathroom, and got a bottle of hand lotion. He pulled
his pants down, took a couple of squirts of the lotion into his hand, and
lubricated his cock liberally, feeling the hardness of it. "Oh, yeah," he
murmured. "Oh, this is gonna be good."
He stepped up behind her, and slowly guided the head of his slippery cock
between her asscheeks to her puckered little anus. The girl screamed and
cried and whimpered at the contact, squirming back and forth, trying to
escape from his cock. Dan considered threatening her with the police,
then decided against it... he kind of liked having her fight like this.
It made him hotter, especially since there was nothing she could do to
stop what was going to happen to her. He steadied her ass with a hand on
the small of her back, and began to thrust.
It was rough going. She was really tight, and she was clenching her
butt-muscles as hard as she could, doing her best to keep the invader out.
Dan pushed his cock at her again and again, his frustration and desire
growing with each unsuccessful attempt. Finally, summoning all the
strength of his legs and back, he rammed his cock into her, hard, and
forced the head of it into her asshole.
The girl's body trembled with the pain of it as she bit down hard on her
gag and squealed like a stuck pig. Dan grunted with the sudden pleasure
and pain... he was in her, but god, it was tight! He grabbed her waist in
both hands, and slowly forced the rest of his cock up her rectum.
Her breath came in deep sobs that shook her whole body. Dan gained
inches at a time, in one extremely slow thrust that took minutes to
complete. She was in agony every second, being stretched painfully around
his rampant cock. Finally, he was in her up to his balls, his cock
completely buried up her most private of holes. He stopped, both to enjoy
the feeling and to give her time to recover.
The pain eased a bit, as he just sat there. Melissa began to think that
it was over, that he had done all he would. She continued to cry, wailing
into the gag, her face wet with the tears that had soaked the couch. Dan
smiled, and pulled out, just as slowly, allowing a wave of relief to come
over the poor girl. Dan pulled out until all but the head had been
removed... then he rammed the whole length back in, all at once.
The gag could barely contain the scream. Dan dug his fingers hard into
her hips, and began to fuck her wildly, pounding her poor ass with his
big, hard cock, taking her in a brutal anal rape that knocked her wind
out.
Melissa continued to squirm, but against Dan's tight grasp on her, all it
did was excite him to see her slim young body writhe under his as he
sodomized her. He felt the experience more fully than anything else he
had ever done... he heard the slaps of his loins striking against her
ass-cheeks, heard her breathless whimpers of pain and humiliation, felt
not only the tight, hot friction of her ass gripping and rubbing his cock
but the gentle fuzzy softness of her pussy against his balls each time he
rammed home to the hilt. He knew he was hurting her, and he liked that, a
lot. His fingers bruised her waist and hips as his grip locked tigher,
pulling her onto his cock harder, and faster.
Dan fucked her roughly for quite a while, slowing down when it was
certain he was about to come. He might never get another chance like
this, and it was going to last, for quite a while.
He reamed her ass out with his cock over and over, until her tiny, abused
hole became numb from the constant barrage of pain. She still squirmed,
and still fought, and Dan plunged into her harder, and harder, until he
could hold back no longer, and shot wad after wad of hot, boiling come up
her helpless, abused ass.
He left it in her, letting it soften in the heat and moistness of her
raped ass, until it popped out on its own. Leaving her on the couch, he
went and got some warm washcloths, and cleaned himself. Then, almost as
an afterthought, he cleaned her as well.
He removed the gag, and forced her onto her side on the couch.
Tears filled her eyes, still, and it was some time before she could
speak. "Please... please, mister, let me go home? Haven't you had
enough?"
Dan sat back, and fondled her right breast. "You can go home, for now.
But I want you to come back up here tomorrow. If you don't, I'll have the
cops come looking for you."
"Oh, please, mister, no..."
He pinched her nipple hard, bringing a yelp from the girl. "Shut up,
little bitch thief. You'll do as I tell you. And tomorrow, I want you to
wear that little swimsuit you always wear in the back yard. Yeah, that's
it."
He sent her away, then, and began to gather his ties back up. He'd have
her on the bed the next day, and maybe a second time, in the basement.
And when his friends got back? Well, they'd lost stuff to her as well.
He'd make sure she performed for all of them, but she was his, now, his
own little hot sex slave.
It wasn't such a bad weekend after all!
Bolebec
exactly... I wrote them under the name Dracthyus years ago, and lost
most of them. Fortunately, I do have a copy of Cthulhu Cheerleader
Massacre, here included. Please, post whatever you've got! <<
To Please Their Lord (Part 1)
Dracthyus
It is the era of Victoria. Lisa and Cathy's mutual friend, Lord
Breshly, has invited them for a round of debauchery at his mansion on
the outskirts of London. Lisa and Cathy are dear friends who have
been involved in a vicious game of one-upmanship towards Scott for
some time, and each has contrived a little scheme with the Lord, each
unbeknownst to the other.
They consider the plans they have made carefully as they ride in
their private coach towards the mansion. Cathy believes that once the
conjugal bed of the weekend is reached, she and Scott would force Lisa
to her back, tie her down tightly, spread-eagled, and Cathy would
force Lisa to pleasure her with her mouth as she watched Scott
brutalize her on the bed. Lisa knows of this scheme, however, and has
comprised a variation, which Scott had agreed to. Cathy would learn
of it, of course... only too late!
The Lord's butler greets them at the door, explaining that Lord
Breshly is busy with a cabinet minister at the moment, and would be
along shortly.
He meets them when their dinner is half over, throwing his great coat
aside and seating himself without asking their leave. Even though it
is his house, there ARE ladies present, after all! But then, that is
the roguish charm that has captured both of their hearts, and their
loins as well. He regales them with his clever tales of political
intrigue that he is so famous for, and concludes the meal with an
excellent French Cognac. Most men would have imposed pipe-smoke on
their guests, but Lord Breshly had always found the stuff deplorable.
Rather, he continued to tell his witty stories, becoming, by the
tiniest increments, more ribald and lurid. His tales of the chamber
maids of 10 Downing street raised their temperatures, and brought a
blush to their cheeks; not a blush of embarrassment, but rather that
indication that the blood was quickening, the heart was racing, and
the mind ready to surrender to the passion of the body. Quietly, the
Lord dismisses his servants for the evening, bidding that they remain
in the east wing of the mansion. Then, one arm around either of their
shoulders, he guides them to his room in the uppermost floor of the
west wing, his voice dropping and his stories becoming open advances.
He privately exchanged conspirational glances with each of the women,
but Lisa knew that the one for her was the only genuine one.
Once in his sanctum, he dismissed himself to change his clothing,
allowing the ladies to make themselves "more comfortable." Each had
dressed in an undergarment of scandalous nature... Cathy's black,
Lisa's white. As they removed their outer clothes, they gazed with
mutual admiration at each other's bodies... Cathy admiring Lisa's full
figure, Lisa admiring Cathy's willow slimness. Lord Breshly re-
entered the room clad in his oriental silk robe embroidered with
dragons, and naught else.
The three sat on the edge of the bed, Lisa in the middle, as had been
planned. Cathy stroked her neck gently as Scott kissed her lips
softly, until Lisa's eyes closed in passion... the passion was very
genuine, but the closing of her eyes was part of her very carefully
orchestrated plan. Scott's hand deftly took the place of Cathy's at
stroking Lisa's alabaster throat, and Cathy gently lifted herself off
of the bed and stole to the cabinet next to the door.
Casting a glance back to see Lisa still enthralled by the skilled lips
of Lord Breshly, she stealthily opened the cabinet and drew from it
four lengths of silken rope, which she had prearranged with Lord
Breshly to leave there. Quietly, with the utmost of care, she slipped
up behind Lisa, and caught the Lord's eye. At her nod, he threw his
weight upon Lisa, catching her by surprise (so Cathy thought!) and
forcing her flat onto the bed.
Cathy threw both of her arms to the task of wrestling Lisa's right
wrist to the uppermost right bedpost, and once there, she tied it
tightly with one of the lengths of rope. Lisa struggled (but not too
much) and cried out in alarm, but to no avail. The Lord took one of
the lengths of rope from Cathy and secured Lisa's other wrist.
The two conspirators looked down at their victim (or so one of them
thought!), and chuckled to themselves. Lisa, knowing what was to come
for her would-be tormentor, Cathy, was hard pressed to maintain the
illusion of one concerned. But, as she was an excellent actress, she
maintained the appearance of a betrayed woman, bound helpless by two
villains.
Cathy and Scott slowly removed the fastenings from her shoulders,
and peeled the scandalous negligee from Lisa's helpless body. Once it
had cleared her feet, Cathy threw herself to the task of binding
Lisa's right ankle to the lowermost right bedpost, and Scott bound her
left ankle just as tightly. "Now you will please me," said Cathy, as
she walked to the foot of the bed. "And as you please me, I will
watch my Lord Breshly ravish you to insensibility!" The bitchy wench
placed her hands saucily on her hips and swayed them back and forth,
as she knelt on the foot of the bed, between Lisa's wide-spread feet.
Lisa fought not to look at Scott as he pulled a length of rope from
his own pocket, and walked behind Cathy. As Cathy stuck her tongue
out at her rival for a portion of Scott's affections, Scott grabbed
her wrists roughly from behind her, causing her to cry out in
surprise. With practiced ease, Scott bound her wrists securely behind
her, binding them tightly, just loose enough not to cut off her
circulation, but guaranteeing her bondage! Cathy glanced about,
trying to discern the purpose for this break in her carefully
orchestrated plan, when she saw the broad smile on Lisa's face.
"Witch!" cried Cathy. She struggled, to no avail.
Scott quickly spread Cathy's legs wide as she knelt between Lisa's
ankles, and bound Cathy's knees to opposite bedposts. Cathy snarled,
continuing to hurl epithets at her rival.
"Slut! Whore! Bitch! You've suckled the cocks of street dogs, you
witch!" "Such disagreeable poetry!" said Lisa, as she gazed, bound,
upon her would-be tormentress. "If only we had some gag for that
villiferous mouth of hers," mused the Lord.
"Oh, but I have a gag!" said Lisa, as she gyrated her hips, thrusting
her pussy upward. "And she is in just the right position to be gagged
by it!" "So she is! How clever, my dear!"
"What? No! No, you bastard!" Cathy screeched, as Scott's strong
hand grasped her by the back of her head and forced her to bend
forward. She struggled, but in her kneeling position, she had no
leverage, so her struggles did nothing but excite her tormentors. As
Scott pressed her face against Lisa's wide-spread snatch, she clamped
her lips shut, denying Lisa the warm wetness of her mouth and tongue.
This bothered Lisa very little. Once Cathy's face was pressed into
her pussy, Scott, still holding Cathy by the back of her head, began
to rotate her head gently, up and down, back and forth, rubbing
Cathy's nose and tightly pursed lips over Lisa's vulva and clitoris.
With his free hand, he pulled forth more rope from his robe pocket,
and bound Cathy's upper arms firmly to Lisa's thighs, trapping Cathy's
upper body and head in their humiliating position, between the
helpless Lisa's wide-spread thighs.
Lisa's hips began to wiggle, to sway, eventually to churn. The heat
of her passion moistened her cunt, and Cathy, resigned to her fate,
began to open her mouth, little by little, at first placing very
small, delicate kisses on Lisa's outer pussy lips, then larger open-
mouthed kisses directly on her cleft, and eventually, the soft, wet
velvet of her pink tongue caressed Lisa's clitoris, flicking it by the
tip and stroking it for the whole length of the tongue.
Scott released Cathy's head, knowing that even if she wished, she
could not rise from her bound position of subservience; knees spread
wide, ass sticking up high into the air, breasts pressed flat against
the bed sheet, and face pressed against Lisa's hot, wet snatch.
Dropping his robe, the Lord Breshly moved to the head of the bed, and
grasped Lisa roughly by the hair. Lisa smiled as she moaned in
passion... Cathy's torment had not yet even begun! She played at
struggling as Scott brought the tip of his cock to her lips, but
gladly opened her mouth and accepted his manhood into it, sliding her
tongue along its underside and wrapping her tight lips around it. His
fingers twined into her hair, and pulled her head hard against his
stomach, choking her with his massive cock.
She moaned as best she could, slightly fearful that in his passion,
the rape of her mouth might choke her to death! But the heat of fear
mingled with the heat of lust, and created an unparalleled
aphrodisiac. He gazed down at her open, upturned eyes, and whispered
"Make it slick. It must be well oiled for the job ahead."
So, he WAS going to do as Lisa had asked! She closed her eyes and
bobbed her head back and forth, slathering the cock with her saliva,
sucking and licking with a passion never before felt. Her cheeks
dented inward with the sheer force of suction she applied, as she
pulled the whole length of his cock into her mouth again and again,
feeling it press down her throat with each thrust. She moaned, and
whimpered, her voice making protests with no words... she knew her
Lord was excited by his forced conquests, and she wanted his cock as
long and hard and wide as it could be... she wanted to turn it into a
weapon, a sword to be plunged to the depths of her opponent!
Roughly, he pulled her head away, his huge cock bouncing with the
force of his pulse. It glistened wetly in the torch light, dripping
with her slick spit. Terrible purpose was etched in his eyes, as he
walked back towards the foot of the bed.
Cathy had watched this interplay with fear in her eyes, the while her
mouth was working away at Lisa's clitoris. Her eyes followed Scott as
he walked around behind her, fear and apprehension growing in her
face. She moaned a question into Lisa's cunt, but the answer would
come in action, not words.
Cathy jerked as Scott tore the bottom of her negligee out, and she
started to shiver, more from fear than the sudden cold draft against
her bare bottom. She started to shake her head in protest, fearing
dreadfully what was to come, but the motion did nothing except to
excite Lisa with the new movements against her pussy. She began to
moan, to whimper, to shed tears of fear. Lisa looked down into her
eyes and smiled a wide, gloating smile.
Scott braced himself behind Cathy, and looked down at her upturned
ass. Lisa caught the smile of a maniac as he gently reached down and
spread her Lilly-white asscheeks wide, exposing the fullness of her
pussy and asshole. Cathy rocked back and forth, from one knee to the
other, the only action she could take against him in her bound
condition. She was screaming into Lisa's crotch now, in terror. Lisa
had a momentary second thought, but then considered what Cathy had had
in store for her, and lost all qualms. In fact, she ground her pussy
against Cathy's mouth even harder, silencing her.
Scott brought the tip of his turgid, slippery cock to Cathy's
helpless asshole, and slowly started to force it in. If Cathy's
reaction to the prospect of this act had been fear before, now it was
unadulterated terror. Scott obviously reveled in the sounds she made
with her face pressed tight into Lisa's wide-spread snatch, and Lisa
had one of many orgasms from the sound alone. And that was just the
first contact of cock to anus! Lisa settled back, still bound, but
very much in control of her rival, to await the actual penetration.
Scott steadied Cathy's rocking ass with a heavy hand, and with the
other, he held the tip of his cock firmly against Cathy's anal
opening, and he began to lean forward, pressing with all of his weight
and the strength of his magnificent legs. Cathy clenched her rectum
tight, locking her teeth into a rictus of muscle contraction, but it
was no use. The strength of Scott's thrust was not to be denied, and
his penis forced slowly into her tight, hot asshole.
Cathy's scream through clenched teeth caused Lisa to scream with her
orgasm, and the juices from her pussy drenched Cathy's face. Scott
still slowly rammed his raping cock deeper and deeper into Cathy's
shithole, tearing a long, loud scream from the impaled bitch. Lisa
ground her pussy up into Cathy's bared teeth and lips, helpless to do
anything else and loving it.
Scott was a master of control over his own body... it took him five
solid minutes to complete that first penetration, five minutes of
intense, excruciating agony for Cathy and five minutes of ecstatic
lustful pleasure for Lisa. After that five minutes, Scott paused, his
balls slapping against Cathy's peach-furred pussy, his cock buried to
the hilt in her tight, virgin rectum. He stood there, reveling in the
tightness and heat of her ass, as she slowly adjusted to the presence
of his cock. In a moment, the pain was bearable, and all she could do
was to continue to lick Lisa's pussy. As soon as Lord Breshly
realized she had begun to become accustomed to his cock, he yanked it
half-way out, and rammed it back in again in one painful motion. The
scream was not as loud or as long, but it redoubled as he did it
again. Shortly, he was pumping his cock in and out of her asshole,
ramming it with the full strength of his back and legs, putting all of
the force at his command into the act of sodomizing Cathy. Her
repeated loud screams turned into one long, low moan of total agony,
which sent Lisa into an intense orgasm that lasted just as long. The
sound of his loins slapping into her ass cheeks filled the room like
thunderclaps, and he ground his teeth together and bent the entire
force of his will to completing the rape.
The tight ring of her anus squeezed his cock deliciously on entering,
and on his outstroke, it bulged outward slightly, as though unwilling
to let the raping cock leave. He stared down at it... at his cock
vanishing into that puckered hole, at Cathy's slim, alabaster ass
taking his repeated thrusts, at the length of her back clad in black
lace and silk, at the mass of tangled red hair that bobbed up and down
between Lisa's legs. His eyes continued upward, seeing Lisa's white
belly pulsing with her breath, her huge breasts bouncing back and
forth as the shock of his thrusts were transmitted through Cathy's
bound body directly to Lisa's twat, and at the look of
total abandonment on Lisa's face. Lisa looked up, locked eyes with
him, and licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue. That was
all it took.
With a primal groan of passion, Scott rammed his cock to the hilt in
Cathy's sore, helpless asshole, and spilled rope after rope of thick,
gooey sperm up her very bowels. Lisa matched his groan with a scream,
and Cathy, to her own surprise, screamed in the most intense orgasm
she had ever experienced. Lord Breshly withdrew, after a time, and
rinsed himself off at the basin. Returning to the bed, and sitting on
the edge, he reached out two hands, to stroke the hair of both
beautiful women.
"Now, then," he said, his cock starting to rise once again, "what
shall I do to you next?"
Bolebec
exactly... I wrote them under the name Dracthyus years ago, and lost
most of them. Fortunately, I do have a copy of Cthulhu Cheerleader
Massacre, here included. Please, post whatever you've got! <<
To Please Their Lord (Part 2)
Dracthyus
Several weeks later, Lord Breshly invited his two lovlies back to the
mansion. Lisa, assured that she had captured the top position in Lord
Breshly's affections by her willing assistance in the rape of Cathy's
virgin anus, comported herself with an aire of superiority. She knew
who was who in this triangle, and where the affections lay. What she
had not counted on, however, was Cathy's persuasiveness in private
moments. Cathy had gone to him the next night, and offered herself to
him, totally and completely, on the condition that the next time the
three met, it would be Cathy who took control, and Lisa who suffered
under Scott's hands and cock. Since she made the offer in the scant
moments when her mouth was not filled by his penis, it was, of course,
accepted.
Again, they each had their dreamy smiles as their coach approached
the mansion, but this time, it was Cathy who forced herself to keep
the evil glint from her eye. Again, Lord Breshly was late for supper,
having important business with an ambassador.
He joined them loudly, and in a foul mood, his dealings having gone
somewhat sour. Cathy made sympathetic noises, but smiled inwardly....
his temper would feed the force of his passion tonight, and Lisa would
be its focus! The supper was excellent, though, so in all outward
appearances, Lord Breshly had regained his world-famous composure by
desert. Over cognac, he told mildly ribald tales of the arabs and
their proliclivities, and slowly became increasingly lurid. It was a
style of story telling both women loved with a passion, for Scott's
voice alone could dampen them between their legs, and his wit and gift
with words could melt their hearts into boiling pits of fire in their
bellies. When he stood and suggested retiring for the night, they
were ready, wanting him with all of the passion in them.
Again, he dismissed the servants to their quarters in the east wing,
and taking one woman's arm in each hand, he led them, gently, to his
sanctum, his low voice whispering of delights to come, sending shivers
down their spines. Again he left them in the sanctum while he went to
change into his oriental silk robe, and they disrobed down to their
french lingerie, again admiring each other's bodies, but only Cathy
knowing, for a fact, that Lisa's body would be her personal plaything
before the night was through. When Lord Breshly returned to the room,
he complimented both women on their choice of lingerie, and invited
them to join him on the bed. There was a quick conspirational wink
for Cathy as Lisa bent over to remove her last slipper, and then the
three of them were on the bed, their hands roaming over each other's
bodies, their lips and tongues meeting in frenzied kisses.
Then, Scott took one of Lisa's wrists in his strong hand, and pushed
it up, against the headboard, near the post of the bed. He glanced
over at Cathy, and nodded... it was time for the evening's betrayal
and rape! Smiling, Lisa allowed herself to be pushed back onto the
bed, knowing that Scott would most likely position Cathy's lascivious
mouth between her thighs again, and perhaps force Cathy to suffer more
indignities over her own helpless body. She was not in the least
worried when Scott and Cathy bound her wrists to the headboard, and
stripped her naked.
Then, however, she saw the looks between Scott and Cathy, and began
to struggle. Cathy laughed at her as she tied down Lisa's left ankle,
and Scott merely chuckled as he tied down her right. Lisa suddenly
realized that the rules had changed, and not in her favor. Cathy
walked a slow semi-circle around the bed, her slim hips swaying
seductively. Lisa pulled hard on the ropes binding her down, knowing
that Cathy's torments a few weeks before would make her own seem pale
in comparison. "My Lord," said Cathy, "Our friend does not seem
enticed by this evening's plan."
Scott walked to the cabinet by the door, and opened it. Lisa had
never looked into the cabinet before, but she knew by rumor that Lord
Breshly left various... items... in it, items for use when his moods
were dark. Like now.
"Please," said Lisa, "Scott... Lord, I'll do anything you ask!
Anything!" Cathy sat on the bed to Lisa's side and slowly stroked a
fingernail up and down Lisa's belly. "Oh, but he already has someone
to do anything for him. Don't you, my Lord?"
"For now," said Scott, as he drew forth an instrument case. "Why
don't you get Lisa ready for... these?"
Lisa could not see what Scott was talking about, but she did not like
the smile on Cathy's face. "Cathy... I'm sorry... I didn't..."
"Oh, that's all right, Lisa!" said Cathy. "Here, let me show you
there's no hard feelings, all right?"
Lisa shuddered as Cathy bent her head down, allowing her long red
hair to dangle onto Lisa's stomach. Slowly, Cathy brought her mouth
to Lisa's right nipple, and sucked it into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm," moaned Cathy, as her tongue flicked the end of the nipple.
Cathy's hands gathered up the abundant meat of Lisa's breast, and
squeezed it upward, bringing more of it into Cathy's hot, wet mouth.
Lisa moaned and lay her head back, her eyes closing from the
pleasure. Maybe, just maybe, there was no trap here, and Cathy was
just trying to please her.
Slowly, Cathy released the breast from her hungry mouth, her tongue
teasing the blood-gorged nipple the whole time. "Oh, now you're
excited," she hummed, as she stepped back, away from the bed.
Lisa looked up just in time to see Scott hovering over her, holding a
small clamp in his hand.
"What are you doing? What is that for?" asked Lisa, panic growing in
her voice. Scott said nothing, he merely fit the clamp around her
erect nipple, and started to twist it closed.
"Oh, no! NO! Please, you'll kill me!"
"Oh, not yet. The evening is young," he said, as he continued to
twist the clamp. It bit down hard on Lisa's nipple, crushing it
mercilessly, causing Lisa to scream out her pain.
"Oh, it's not so bad yet, is it?" asked Cathy, from her other side.
Lisa turned her head towards Cathy, her eyes filling with tears.
"Please, Cathy, make him stop! I'll do anything! I'll give you
anything!"
"Oh, but Lisa," smurmed Cathy, "I just want you, my dear." She knelt
beside Lisa and took Lisa's other nipple into her mouth, suckling and
licking it.
Lisa knew there was another clamp in Scott's case, waiting for that
nipple to become erect, but she had no control over her body's natural
reaction to Cathy's hot tongue and wet mouth. All the while, Cathy
ran her fingertips in soft, gentle circles up and down Lisa's smooth
stomach, sending delicious shivers of pleasure up her body.
Cathy's mouth slowly left her nipple, her hands still stroking Lisa's
body, and Lisa clenched her eyes shut, trying to disbelieve what was
about to happen to her. To no avail... the clamp bit into her left
nipple moments later, tightening until the blood-gorged morsel of
flesh felt like it would surely burst. She screamed again, longer
this time, because every move her torso made caused both of her
nipples to erupt with pain all over again.
"Take them off, please! Oh, God, they hurt!"
"Oh, Lisa?"
Lisa looked down to where Cathy had spoken, from between her legs.
"If you think those hurt, just wait for this one."
Saying this, Cathy ran her tongue up Lisa's twat in one long motion,
working it between her outer lips, and going straight for her clit.
"Oh, for the love of God, Cathy, not that! Don't let him put one
there!" Cathy merely chuckled in her bitchy little way, and continued
to go down on her, licking her pussy with relish. Scott stood back,
watching, his cock growing ever stiffer.
"But Lisa," said Cathy, between slurps, "you loved it so much when I
licked you here before." She chuckled her bitchy little chuckle
again, and teased Lisa's clit out with her tongue, and sucked it into
her mouth. "Mmmmmm," she moaned again, as her tongue teased the very
tip of Lisa's clit. "Oh, Lisa," she said, as she released Lisa's
clitoris from her mouth, "it's so ready. Isn't it, my Lord?"
"No," said Lisa, as Scott knelt over her pussy, clamp in hand. "NO!
AAAAAAA! STOP! PLEASE, STOP!"
Scott continued to tighten the clamp, crushing Lisa's horribly
sensitive love nub. Lisa's scream drew pain from her pussy as well as
her nipples now, causing a triangle of agony over the front of her
body. Cathy then went to the cabinet herself, her ass swaying sassily
as she walked. "Shall I prepare her for the next step, my Lord?"
Scott sat back in an armchair next to the bed, and smiled. "As you
wish, my dear."
Lisa slowed her breathing. If she didn't move, the pain was just
bearable. Maybe, just maybe, she would get through this without any
more pain. Then she saw what Cathy had retrieved from the closet.
It looked like part of a broom handle... no, it was thicker than
that. Perhaps it was the rounded end of a shovel's handle? Two feet
long, with the last six inches wrapped like a knife hilt. And Lisa
had a terrible feeling she knew what, and where, it was for.
"Did you like it, when I had my face buried between your legs?" asked
Cathy, as she moved to the bed, and crawled onto it. "Did you get
off, watching me take Scott's cock up my ass?"
Lisa couldn't take her eyes off of the long, thick stick that Cathy
held; she fought to control her breathing, to keep down the pain from
the clamps. Cathy started playing the end of the stick around in
Lisa's cleft, nudging the clit clamp with it and drawing a spasm of
pain from her. She put the first half-inch or so of the stick into
Lisa's wet, sticky cunt hole, and rotated it around. "It has to be
slippery," said Cathy, "... for the job ahead."
"God, Cathy, no, please..."
Cathy moved the stick down an inch or so, and pressed it against
Lisa's anal opening. "I know you're no stranger to this kind of
penetration, Lisa... Scott told me how he initiated you to it. But
this is much thicker than Scott is... no offense, my Lord."
"None taken."
"And I intend to be very rough with it," said Cathy. "So let's see
how well you take it!"
With that, she began to force the stick into Lisa's anus. Lisa
gritted her teeth and tried to remain silent.. the motion of screaming
would cause the clamps on her nipples and clitoris to shift again,
causing even more pain. But, as Cathy roughly rammed the stick into
Lisa's asshole, a scream escaped from Lisa's lips, a scream that
lenghtened as the clamps shifted. Cathy continued to chuckle insanely
as she drove the stick deeper and deeper up Lisa's ass, causing Lisa
to moan and cry out in pain. "That's it, bitch, take it! Take more
of it!" Cathy chortled. "Cathy, Stop! Oh, GOD, it HURTS!"
Cathy rammed a foot of the stick up Lisa's ass, and then wiggled it
back and forth roughly, causing even more intense pain. The pain in
her asshole merged with the pain from her clitoris and nipples,
blending into one horrible melage of agony over Lisa's whole body.
"Now, why don't you prepare me for the next step?" asked Scott, as he
stood up. Cathy stood up and walked around the bed, her ass still
swaying. She moved to stand in front of Scott, and dropped her
panties.
"My Lord, I hope I service you well," she said, as she went down to
her knees. She untied his robe and opened it releasing his rampant
cock. "I do not know if I can take it all, Scott," she confessed, as
she slowly stroked it back and forth with her hand.
"Oh, you can," said Scott. "And you will."
Cathy swallowed... she had thought she would be immune from Scott's
temper this evening, but if she failed to please him properly, she
could easily find herself lying next to Lisa on that bed, with a set
of clamps of her own.
She began slowly, running her tongue along the underside of Scott's
cock, making sure that Lisa could see every move she made.
When her slow lick reached the head of his cock, she kissed it hard,
slowly drawing it into her mouth through sheer force of suction.
Scott threw his head back and moaned with the sheer pleasure of it.
Soon, Cathy had almost all of Scott's cock in her mouth, but there
were still a couple of inches to go, and it was already touching the
back of her throat! She had no choice, though... if she didn't want
to end up tortured and raped on his bed, she had to take him into her
throat.
Closing her eyes and holding her breath, she relaxed her throat
muscles and forced her own head down onto his cock, almost choking,
but not quite. "That's it," he said, as her nose pressed into his
belly. "All the way."
She began to bob back and forth, keeping her lips tight around his
cock shaft, and forcing it down her throat on every down-thrust. She
felt him swelling in her mouth, felt every ridge and vein, every
inch... and she knew that she was doing more than sucking a cock. She
was forging a weapon in the fire of her passion; a sword, a spear, a
thrusting staff to be plunged into her enemy, and only her mouth could
forge it hard and long enough to do what it had to do. She redoubled
her efforts, sucking harder and faster, moving her tongue against the
bottom of it constantly. Her hands moved around him, under his robe,
and grasped Scott's ass, pulling him against her harder, forcing it
down her throat harder and faster.
After a few long minutes, he grasped her by her hair and pulled her
off of his cock.
"Any more of that, and there'll be nothing left for her," he said,
looking at Lisa. He turned towards her, his cock pointing straight
between her legs.
"M..my Lord," said Lisa, her body just getting used to the stick in
her ass as well as the clamps on her, "...I..I can't take any more...
I beg of you..."
He smiled and climbed on top of her, pressing his body down on top of
her. He pressed against the clamps, and his cock nudged the clamp on
her clit, and she moaned, long and loud. Then, he started to press
his massive cock into her pussy.
She had, of course, taken his cock before, in both her pussy and her
ass, but with that huge stick up her ass, Scott's big cock stretched
her beyond her capacity, and she nearly passed out from the pain.
Once he was entirely in her, he started pumping her hard, ramming it
in and out of her, causing her as much pain as she had ever
experienced in her life.
She stared down at his cock ramming into her, and the pain began to
change. She still yelled, it still hurt, but the pain was so
overpowering, she began to become confused, the pain becoming
indistinguishable from pleasure.
Just when she thought her senses were as overloaded as they could be,
her vision was obscured by Cathy's lilly-white belly as Cathy
straddled her face.
"Now," said Cathy, "You will pleasure me, Lisa. Do it, Lisa."
Cathy lowered her naked crotch down onto Lisa's mouth and began
gyrating her hips. "Lick me, Lisa! Lick me like an ice-cream!"
The pain, the pleasure, Scott's cock ramming into her pussy, Cathy's
hot, wet pussy pressing down on her mouth... it overwhelmed her.
Lisa's tongue pressed hard against Cathy's pussy, and started to lick
it, hard and fast. Cathy grabbed the headboard for support and mashed
her snatch down onto Lisa's open mouth, screaming in her own orgasm.
Scott shot his cum deep up Lisa's pussy as Cathy drenched her mouth
with her spendings, and Lisa experienced an orgasm so powerful, it
knocked her clean unconscious. She awoke some time later, untied and
unclamped, her anus free of the stick, covered in a silken sheet.
Cathy was asleep next to her, her arms wrapped around Lisa. Scott was
working at the desk in his Sanctum, his dark mood broken, able to
concentrate on his business again. Confident in her role in restoring
one of England's finest businessman to his peak of performance, Lisa
gently kissed Cathy's lips, and drifted back to sleep.
THE END
Bolebec
exactly... I wrote them under the name Dracthyus years ago, and lost
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Criminal Dreams
Dracthyus (Drac...@aol.com)
WARNING. WARNING. WARNING. WARNING. WARNING.
This is an extremely vile story which contains a good deal of humiliation
and torture of a woman by a man. It also features some mutilation and
rape. If these things offend you, and they probably should, then be
warned here and now that they occur here, and do not read this story.
Delete it. Get out now, before it's too late! Furthermore, the events in
this story, even though told in First Person, are completely fictitious.
They are not real. Persons in this story have no relations to real
people, living or dead. This is a Fantasy, albeit a sick one, and in no
way do I condone any of the activities protrayed herein. It's Just a
Story, folks.
Still with me? Enjoy. Then seek help.
The limosine brought me up to the main house, and I stepped out, shaking
out my floor-length black leather overcoat. I hated having to do things
like what I was here to do.
"You can hit the rec-room," I told the chaufeur. "I'll beep you when
I'm ready to go."
"Yes, sir," he said, driving off. My door closed itself... a pricy
option, but it's saved my life at least once. The main house looked
pretty sedate for what it was. The rec room was actually a smaller house,
on the far side of the complex. I had given my men about six hundred
thou, and told them to put whatever they wanted in it. It's their
hangout, I don't go in. It's bugged, of course. That's how I knew I had
to do what I was here for.
The main house appeared empty, which was a lie. I dropped my overcoat
across a chair. When I came back up, it would be neatly hung in the hall
closet. Servants should be invisible, and mine did their best. Then, I
took the spiral staircase to the downstairs.
Mike and Vinny were waiting for me down there, sitting in one of the
overstuffed lounges, watching the reason I had to come here. She was
sitting in an armchair, looking around herself nervously. She had a good
reason.
"Hey, guys. She give you any trouble?" I asked.
"No, boss. She came real quiet-like. I think she's scared," said Vinny.
Mike just smiled.
"Right," I said. I sat down at a chair across from her. "Hello, Marie."
She looked at me, terror in her eyes. She was beautiful... she was black,
with long, expensively styled hair, large, full lips, with bright red
lipstick, big, beautiful brown eyes, wide with terror and brimming with
tears. She was a little heavy, but she carried mostly in the right places.
Her low-cut white blouse and tight grey skirt showed off what she had
pretty well.
She tried to say something, but no sound came out. "All right, Marie," I
said. "You and I are going to have a talk. And then, we'll see what
happens. You understand, I need you to be nice and cooperative while we
have this talk, right?"
As she nodded, tears streaming down her face, Mike took his cue, grabbed
her by her arm, stood her up, (she shrieked a little), and took her to the
table. Vinny joined him there, and they forced her down, onto her back on
the table. They secured her hands, first, above her head, then they did
her ankles to the lower two corners. It was a padded exam table, with
plenty of loops and hooks and rings, and it was very adjustable. I paid a
lot for that table, because every so often, I needed to do this. I
suppose I hate having to do this, but not the act itself. But then, I'm a
criminal. This is what I do.
Marie was crying openly as Mike and Vinny finished, which made her big
boobs shake a lot. "Take a walk, guys. Jack's in the rec-room. I'll
call over when I need you."
Without a word, they left. Well trained. I tilted the table up, so that
Marie was upright. I grabbed some kleenex from the countertop, and dried
her face, helped her blow her nose. Even bound helplessly, a few simple
acts of kindness can calm down just about any hysterical woman. Oh, it
works for men, too.
"Now, Marie," I said, "you took a lot of money that was mine. A lot of
it. I want it back."
"It wasn't me, John," she said, tears starting to flow again. "It was
Bob. He got me to do it, he took it away from me! I don't have it, John,
I swear to God!"
I sighed, and went to the freezer. It was a large freezer, floor to
ceiling. I opened the door, and she screamed. She probably screamed
because Bob's frozen, gutted corpse was hanging on a hook, eyes open,
mouth gaping wide with a hook in it. I closed the door, and waited for
her to stop screaming. It took a minute.
"Bob didn't have the money, Marie. I know that for a fact. It also
wasn's his idea. A man doesn't lie to you when you're holding his liver."
I went back to the counter, and started pulling on my surgical rubber
gloves. "Neither does a woman."
"John, please... I didn't do it..."
Surgical gloves on, I took my little stainless steel scissors over to her.
"I could play you the tape of you and Robert in bed together, over at the
rec-room, when you told him your plan. I KNOW you took my money, Marie.
And you WILL tell me all about it."
I started to snip buttons off of her blouse, casually. I went to
med-school for a while, I knew how to handle the instruments.
"John... I'm sorry... I don't know what he told you, but I swear...."
It was kind of sad, really. She wasn't much to my organization, just a
third-rate paper pusher. Sometimes, for extra cash, she came over to the
rec-room and kept the boys happy. I barely knew who she was, in fact.
But, she had gotten access to some of my cash, and she was stupid enough
to take some. A large some. Now, she was stupid enough to lie to me
about it. She said some other things while I took all the buttons off of
her blouse. None of it was going to be honest, so I didn't really listen.
I threw the buttons in the trash can, and turned back to her.
"Marie, very shortly, I am going to ask you nicely, once more. If you
tell me what I want to know, this doesn't get any uglier. I get my money
back, you go back to work, and you never cross me again. If you don't
tell me what I want to know... well, it WILL get uglier."
"God, John... I swear, I don't know about the money, you can't do this..."
They usually say something like this, at this point. I started at the
collar, on the right side of her neck, and begin to cut the blouse, down
the shoulder, down, across her arm, until the sleeve was completely open
on top. I did the same on her left side... letting the cold metal of the
surgical scissors touch the side of her neck, making her flinch. When the
cut was finished, I dragged the blouse off of her, leaving her bound,
wadded it up, and threw it away. She was crying a lot, now, and trying to
talk. She wasn't doing too well.
I undid the belt of her skirt, and, starting at the waistband, cut down
the side, all the way down to, and past the hem. I pulled that off, too.
She was so frightened that she was shaking. Her white bra and matching
panties looked very pretty, especially with the white lace garter belt and
the white stockings. Pity I had to ruin them all. She closed her eyes
and turned her head away as I cut off the bra, and threw it away. She
began to whimper quietly when I cut her panties loose, and she was
howling, tears flying, as I cut free the hose and garter. Her shoes went
last.
"You have some very pretty jewelry," I told her, as I pulled the large
gold rings from her fingers. "It must have cost a lot." I took the
necklace, the bracelets, and the ear rings. She lay naked, screaming and
crying, as I tilted the table back, so that she was lying down. I put the
scissors back on the counter, and walked back over to her. "It probably
cost more than I pay you. One last time, nicely, Marie. Where is my money?"
She gathered her wits, squeezing her eyes shut tight, concentrated, and
did something stupid. She looked up at me, blinked her big, beautiful,
shining eyes. "John," she said, "I told you, I don't know where your
money is. Robert did. Now he's dead, we'll never know where it is!" She
got a little hysterical at the end. Liars usually do.
"Bad decision, Marie," I said, as I got the ball-gag from the counter.
She clamped her mouth shut, and shook her head from side to side as I
started to apply it... so I grabbed her by the throat, and pressed my
fingers up under her jaw, choking her and causing her intense pain. When
she opened her mouth to try to scream, I slammed the ball home, and
quickly fastened the straps around her head. I brought over a tall stool
and sat on it, looking down at her bound, gagged, naked body.
I took a key from my pocket. "See this, Marie? It's the safe-deposit key
I got off of Robert. You had a duplicate in your apartment... I had it
searched while Mike and Vinny were bringing you in. I used some contacts,
found the bank they match. I have my money back already, Marie. I don't
need you to tell me anything."
She looked up at me, eyes wide, shock and confusion in them. I put the
key back in my pocket, and continued. "You could have told me, Marie.
You had every chance to tell me what I wanted to know. Now, you've forced
me to get ugly with you, Marie. I have to make an example out of you. No
one crosses me, Marie. Certainly not some two-bit weekend whore like you."
She squirmed. She writhed, trying to break the bonds that held her. I
let her do that for a minute, it usually gets them tired. Then, I worked
a crank on the underside of the table.
The hooks that her ankles were tied to lifted, spread, fell back... they
were the stirrups for a gynecological examination, folded under the table
until needed. I needed them now. Her legs were spread wide, lifted, her
knees brought back. Her pussy and ass were completely exposed to me, as I
wanted. She gave a long series of muffled screams as I went back to the
counter, and retrieved an instrument you don't find in many operating
rooms... a simple pair of pliers. I sat on the table, between her widely
spread thighs, and worked it a few times, making sure the action was loose
enough. I usually kept my tools well oiled, but there hadn't really been
time since doing Robert. He hadn't liked the pliers, much. Neither would
his slut thief girlfriend.
Smiling, I reached out one rubber-gloved finger, and began to stroke the
soft pink skin between her spread pussy lips. She howled behind the gag,
squirmed, fought... but that's what they all do. Slowly, my finger found
her clit, and I began teasing it, playing with it. I moved my fingers in
little circles around her sensitive love-nub, and was pleased to see she
felt like reacting. Her clit became more pronounced, her juices started
to flow. She looked up at me with big, wide eyes, wondering what the hell
was going on. That was my cue.
I carefully took her clit in the gentle embrace of the pliers, and began
to squeeze. It's amazing how much sound a woman in a ball-gag can produce
under the proper encouragement. I got both of my hands on the handles of
the pliers, and squeezed hard. Very hard. Blood started to ooze out from
the sides of the pliers, where the bite of the tool was crushing it clean
out of the sensitive nub... when my hands got tired of squeezing, I
started to twist. I think she passed out before I was done, but that's all
right. Passing out is just part of the game. I continued to squeeze
and twist until her clit tore off at the root. I applied a dollop of
first aid cream and applied pressure until the bleeding stopped, by which
time she awoke, moaning in pain.
"I've just torn your clitoris off, Marie," I said, showing her the ruined
remnant. "You took this part better than Bob did."
She moaned some more, and cried a lot... I was wondering if her tear ducts
would run dry before I was done. I hoped not. Tears were one of the
things I wanted out of her. I put the pliers back on their place at the
counter, and brought back the black dildo with the metal studs set in it.
She looked at it with horror... it was a full foot long, and three inches
thick. Not counting the studs. It looked painful, and I can assure you
from the reactions I've gotten from people in the past, it was.
She knew that if I put it up her cunt, it would surely mutilate her
delicate flesh. Her eyes, her big, beautiful, tear-filled pain-filled
eyes, begged me to be kind, to have mercy. I, of course, refused her any
mercy. She had had her chance for mercy. I slowly forced the thing up
her blood-drenched pussy, twisting it as I went. More blood oozed out
around it as the sharp studs bit into the soft, pink flesh of her vagina.
Her screams increased, but were starting to sound weaker. Oh, well. Some
people shouldn't do things to make other people torture them. Once I had
the full twelve inches buried up inside her, I gave it a little jiggle,
just to make sure the studs were nicely seated in the wounds they had
created.
I got myself a beer. This was, in fact, thirsty work, and I was getting
parched. I was also hard as a rock, but the solution for that would occur
shortly. I went back to my stool next to the table, and sipped my beer.
"I'll bet you wish there was something you could say that would make this
all stop, right, Marie?" I asked, as I casually nudged the end of the
dildo with my booted toe. Marie screamed behind the gag again, and got
quite hysterical. I let her do that for a while, until she realized that
all that jerking around only hurt her more. I finished my beer, and got
my pliers again. She looked at me with terror, all hope gone from her
eyes. I smiled at her as I began working at her left nipple. Squeeze,
squeeze harder, crush, twist, twist some more, brace the feet and twist
some more, and the nipple came right off, torn free. I applied the salve
and direct pressure, but nipples don't bleed much. She was almost
resigned to it when I went to work on the other one, she certainly didn't
scream as loudly. She must think she was going into shock. In truth, I
hadn't done nearly enough damage to her to cause that to happen. Now, it
was time to sit back, and consider the next step.
Kill her? Sure, it would eliminate her as a problem, but corpses made bad
examples. Sure, people can point to her absence and say "don't fuck with
John, he'll kill you," but death wasn't enough. People aren't afraid to
die, when it comes right down to it. They ARE, however, afraid of pain.
Suddenly, I had it. I smiled, and got my scalpel from the counter.
"This won't hurt for long, Marie," I said, as I approached her with it.
She squirmed some, whimpered, and tried to get loose some more. That was
gratifying to see... it would be some of the last movement she would ever
do under her own power. I applied some alchohol to the backs of her
thighs... infection just wouldn't do right now. Then, I started feeling
around, gently probing the backs of her shapely thighs with my fingers,
pressing in, searching... and found what I was looking for. The incision
was quick, small, and amazingly painful to judge by her reactions. The
other leg went faster, because I knew where to find what I was looking
for. It took several more cuts on each leg, but I made them small, and
neat. I wanted as little scarring as possible. I even took a moment to
put in some stitches. I think she passed out again while I was working,
at least she got quieter. Then, I went to work on her shoulders. The
cold touch of the alchohol swab woke her up, and she screamed as I started
my final incisions. Well, she had good reason. Several small, neat cuts,
some stitchwork... and it was done. She passed out again, so I had
another beer, and waited for her to wake up.
When she woke up, she looked at me with her red, swollen tear-filled eyes,
full of pain and questions. I sat on my stool, and smiled.
"I've done something special to you, Marie. I've cut all the major
tendons in your arms and legs. You're paralyzed, Marie. The pain will go
away... in about a month or so. You can't walk, can't move under your own
power, can't use your hands... you've just become a living sex-doll."
I untied her ankles and wrists, and watched as they fell helplessly
against the table. She cried a lot... she was getting good at that.
Excellent.
"I'm going to put some glue around that dildo, Marie... it's going to be
in your pussy for the rest of your life. I'm going to have you taken to
my bedroom, now, Marie. My people will clean you up a bit. Then, you'll
get a preview of what I have in mind for you."
I left her, lying there, paralyzed, helpless. My cock was very hard by
now, and it was about time for her to take care of that. I gave the
invisible servants upstairs some instructions, then went for a quick soak
in the hot tub out back. Smiling, I put on a large, black, terrycloth
robe, and went up to my bedroom.
She was lying on the bed, naked, arms and legs akimbo. She'd been cleaned
up a bit, and allowed and aided to relieve herself. The gag had been
removed, and she looked at me with hatred.
"You bastard," she said, almost spitting at me. "You had no right to do
this to me."
I reached out, and grabbed her nipple-less left breast, fondling it. She
squirmed a little bit, moving her torso, but there was no way she could
dislodge my hand. "I have every right, Marie. I'm the Man, and you
fucked with me. You should have known better."
I stood up, and dropped my robe, letting her see my naked body and
rock-hard cock.
"You only have two choices, Marie. You can either open those gorgeous
lips of yours, and suck my cock...."
"I'll DIE first, you bastard!" she said, just before she clamped her lips
shut. I smiled, and continued.
"... or, I can simply turn you over, and fuck you up your ass. You still
have a nice, long, hard dildo with metal spikes on it up your pussy, and
you always will. Can you imagine how it will feel when my cock is
pressing on that sensitve flesh of yours, rubbing it against those sharp
steel spikes?"
I knelt on the bed, next to her head. "How stupid are you going to be,
Marie? I'm giving you one chance to not get fucked up your ass. Open
your mouth now, Marie. This is the only mercy you're going to get from
me."
She was stupid. She insisted on keeping her mouth shut. I shrugged, and
flipped her over onto her stomach. She whimpered as I slid a pillow under
her hips, and spread her helpless thighs wide. I applied a little
lubrication to my rampant cock, and lay on top of her. Slowly, I started
to slide my long, hard cock into her helpless anus.
She moaned a little as I started, then my cock, pressing her anal tissues
apart, began to press one sensitive, damaged layer of flesh and muscle
hard against the spikes and the dildo. She screamed, a long, gratuitous
scream. I smiled, and pressed on. She was breathless from screaming by
the time I was entirely buried up her rectum, so I rested there, letting
her totured ass and pussy get vaguely used to the sensations. Then, I
started to fuck her... hard. Very hard. The flesh of her pussy was
shredded to ribbons against the steel spikes on the dildo as my cock
displaced that flesh, over and over and over. Her hot, tight ass gripped
my cock as it had never been gripped before, not only with the inherent
tightness of a little-used asshole, but with the spasms of immense pain
traveling though her entire body. When I came, I came hard, spraying my
seed up her helpless, raped ass. I let it sit there, inside of her, for a
few minutes, softening, then I slowly pulled it out, getting one more
long, agonized moan from her. I went into the bathroom and got cleaned
up, leaving her to recover... a bit.
She was crying quietly into the pillow when I came back out, and flipped
her back over onto her back.
I sat on the bed next to her head, and stroked her hair, gently. "Now,
Marie... I'm going to have you taken to one of my whore-houses, and have
you billed as the living rape-doll. I gurantee you... fifteen, maybe
twenty men a day will come in, and force you to suck their cocks, and fuck
you up your ass. And it's always going to hurt about that much. Maybe
some women will come in to use you, too. The people who work the house
will keep you clean, and give you enough food and water to keep you alive."
I stood up, and started to get dressed. "And that's going to be the rest
of your pathetic life, bitch. You could have talked. You could have
talked a long time ago. And every day, as you're taking a cock up your
ass or down your throat, you're going to be thinking that you could have
talked to me, and told me what I wanted to know."
"John," she said, barely in control of her voice, "I'm... I'm sorry....
please, don't do this to me... I'll do whatever you want, anything,
anything I can... I'll suck you whenever you want it, I'll make it good,
John... let me just stay here, please...."
I actually thought about it. My very own living rape-doll, any time I
wanted it... I DID want that in my bed. I wanted a woman, slaved to my
desires, deprived of her own pleasure forever, dependant upon me for life
itself... but not this woman. This one had a purpose in life.
"No, Marie. Because from now on, whenever someone fucks with me, or
thinks they can hide something from me, I'm going to send them to the
whorehouse, to see you. I'm going to tell them that you fucked with me,
and that you are what happens when people fuck with me. And they're going
to watch you squirm, and listen to you scream as you get raped up the ass,
and they're going to know not to fuck with me."
She cried as I walked out, and I stopped at the door, and turned. "You
have a sister, though. And tomorrow, she'll be in that bed, sucking my
cock, struggling against her paralyzed arms and legs. And she's going to
know that she is being raped up her tortured ass and forced to suck my
cock because you were stupid. Good bye, Marie. Now, I'm done with you."
She screamed, she cried, and I left. Getting a hold of her sister would
be easy. I called for Jack to come pick me up in the limo, and got ready
for the rest of my day. Sometimes, I love my job.
******
Final Note from the Author:
Thank you for reading my story, I hope you enjoyed it. I thrive on
feedback... please feel free to respond in any way with comments,
questions, or criticisms. If you'd like to flame me pointlessly, well,
everyone needs a hobby, I guess.
Dakk...@aol.com
There's stuff here that I'd forgotten I'd written! Thank you so much
for posting it all... what a trip down memory lane!
All that's missing, actually, is a third part of the Awakening series,
and several bits of To Please Their Lord... and, I think, a second
Criminal Dreams story, but I don't recall being very happy with it.
Thanks again... it's tremendous to see my old stuff after all this
time!
Dakkar
a.k.a. Dracthyus