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Subject: Cthulhu 3 - Wil and the Cult (1/2)(M/F, rape, gore, snuff)
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WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING and stuff...
This story, sequel to the horrendous "Cthulu Date-Rape" and "Cthulu
Cheerleader Massacre" stories, is much like it's predecessors. It should
not be
read by anyone under 18 years of age, and I have my doubts as to whether
anyone over 18 should read it either. It contains elements of rape,
extreme
violence, evil supernatural beings, dark rituals, and one scene mentions
bacon
as though it's a viable source of protein. As I have mentioned before,
this series
has a lot of gore and anatomical detail thrown in because.... well, just
because.
If any of this offends you, read no further. If it does not offend you,
you either
have a very open mind or you have a mind like mine, and we should get
therapy together.
Still with me? Cool. On with the show.
CTHULHU THREE - Wil and the Cult (Part One)
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
corsett 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...
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
eppiglotus, 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.
Wthout 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!
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