I remember reading these a couple years back, and was in contact with the author, chit chatted a bit, but he at that time wasn't going to write anymore, was just to busy. Someone has archived his stories and I thought I'd share.

http://rodo.tsade.com/index.php?board=27.0

I likey! Wish there was more!

There are more TDM stories. There's a Spider Attack 5 (Incomplete, no Spiders, just a jailbait blowjob) and the fucking awesome Couch Monster. I'd post them, but I'm guessing if they are not archived there it is for a reason.

Yeah, there was a reason: I didn't know about it. I'm not in practice of filtering stuff out (though the jailbait pushes the forum rules a bit). But, for essence of completeness I posted everything I could find. If you find a copy, post it and I'll copy it or post it on rodo yourself.

A couch monster? oooo I'd like to see that one!

>>4 Ahh my mistake, t'sade! I will post the other stuff there is later today to this thread, and then you can take what you want (or not, if too jailbaity :) )

Kiana Tom vs. the Universal Soldiers by TDM

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Kiana Tom vs. the Universal Soldiers


Yes, the movie Universal Soldier 2 really, really sucked. The incredible Kiana deserved much better writing. Maybe something along the lines of...

Kiana Tom vs. the Universal Soldiers


The swamp air was heavy and humid. Breathing the thick atmosphere an uphill struggle in itself. Kiana was sprinting through the everglade. Wearing drab green combat fatigues and jungle boots. Not exactly the choice garment for a 100-meter dash turned to a 400-meter dash and continuing on. An occasional bullet would fly by. The sounds of pursuing Unisols muffled by the moist undergrowth. Kiana half expected to fall into a swamp hole sooner or later. Her reckless running carrying her past trees and through the foliage.

This wasn't supposed to turn into a footrace. But Kiana and her partner Studly Van Damme had beached their swamp speedboat, and the Universal Soldiers had chased them onto the land. The Unisols, being re-animated soldiers killed in combat, did not tire. Kiana's fitness level was near Olympic caliber, but her muscles started to feel the burn of unceasing exertion. Normally she could run rings around Van Damme, but she had ill advisedly worked out hard this morning on her leg extensions and leg presses.

Kiana's tight hard legs grew leaden. Van Damme pulled away from her, not seeing her drop back. Then a massive hand reached out from around the tree she was approaching! Kiana could not stop! And was locked into an inhumanly strong chokehold. Unable to but gasp for air, Kiana saw with bulging eyes Unisol Romeo Goldberg step from the concealment of the big tree.

Her beautiful Hawaiian face contorted in disgust. Captured by this scum bucket! He grinned at her while knocking away her weapon. Kiana's strong arm uppercut under his chin. Goldberg's head snapped back then returned to glare lustily at the Asian sex goddess.

"Your lollipop partner left you behind. He'll run his candy ass a good mile before he notices he left someone." Goldberg's massive muscled frame drew Kiana's sleek athletic body close. Her breasts heaving forward while her lungs tried to capture breath. She had run herself near to exhaustion, and now the chokehold sent her head spinning, her lungs burning. Kiana's eyes started to roll upwards in her sockets. The whites bright against her deeply tanned skin.

Goldberg relaxed his grip slightly; he didn't want her to pass out. The greedy girl gulped at the air. Sweat ran down her face and neck, glistening. Kiana's rasping throat produced sounds that drove Goldberg's big cock to hardness.

"Ughhaaaa! (gasp!) Uaaghh! (gasp)"

Held in the air by her neck, Kiana's feminine fingers tried desperately to pry Goldberg's sausage like digits from her windpipe. Her eyes fierce with adrenaline, locked onto her monstrous attacker. Kiana's breathing remained labored and loud.

"Now we can have some fun." Producing a long strap, the huge Unisol stood Kiana up against the near tree. The bark hard, scraping her back. She offered no resistance, still barely recovering from her near asphyxiation. Tying it fast to her wrist, he ran it around the tree, pulled taunt, and then secured her other arm. She was tied to the tree. Her round boobs yet heaved upwards with each breath. Her muscled tan arms stretched painfully back about halfway around the large thick tree.

"Let me go you shit!" Kiana looked up at the sinewy behemoth towering more than a foot over her head. Goldberg had been incredibly powerful when alive, and was now augmented exponentially by the Unisol treatment. The bronze skinned Hawaiian brunette struggled against her bonds.

He ran his fingers through her straight soft hair, then along the collar of her uniform. Kiana hated him, always had for some reason. With brutal suddenness, Goldberg ripped her shirt open. Buttons flew away to be lost on the ground. Kiana's sexy brown tits pushed against the black sports bra she was wearing. Her big hard nipples pointing a full inch from her mammary straight out at Goldberg, stretching the bra fabric.

"Whoa, are you happy to see me or are those thimbles in your bra?" Goldberg laughed at his own joke, then tweaked each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Pinching them brutally before twisting them around a full turn on her chest.

"Aaghhhh!" Kiana screamed. Not as loud as Goldberg would have liked to hear her, but she was still just barely getting her breath back. He adjusted his fingers on her nipples, not allowing them to untwist. With a fierce clenching of massive arm muscles, Goldberg twisted Kiana's big long nipples again, a second full turn around for them both. He kept them in a clench hold through the black sports bra.

"Aahhhhh! Aggggh!!!!" The hot chick was now wiggling and wincing against the tree, her face scrunched against the painful tit torture. Trying to pull her bosom back away from her tormentor. Tears had already come to Kiana's eyes, along with a whimpering to her voice.

"This ain't nothin' yet bitch! I'm going to twist those nipples right off your juicy tits!"

THUD! A heavy rock crashed upon Goldberg's skull from behind. Dropping the massive undead soldier.

"You took your bloody time!" Kiana berated Van Damme as he moved to cut her loose. He did soak in a good view of her exposed bra.

"Okay, okay. I'm here now aren't I? Those are fucking incredible tits! Are those nipples really an inch big, or did Romeo stretch them out?" His Brussels accented English cloddy.

"You thought that would stop me?" The deep voice of a dead man came from behind Van Damme. Then a big fist punched into his head as he turned around, sending him flying through the air to land in an unconscious pile of limbs.


"Now, where were we?" Goldberg advanced deliberately down on the bound Kiana.

"Seth! Shut down the program! The exercise is over!" The dark hot chick was yelling into the air around her.

"I think your action hero friend damaged my cerebral implant. I can't hear the Seth control system anymore." Goldberg then grinned widely. "That's okay, I have some good ideas to continue the exercise with."

Reaching inside Kiana's battle shirt, Goldberg grabbed hold of her hard round orbs. Massaging them through the bra.

"It's about time I saw those damn cinnamon balloons!"

Kiana's bra was a tough, semi elastic material. Goldberg cursed under his breath as he yanked and pulled on it. Kiana feeling his knuckles pressing against her sensitive tit flesh. He jerked the material side to side, pulling Kiana's upper body with it. Her long hair cascading first one way, then the brunette length flowing the other way. She clenched her teeth. The big moron was going to pull her apart trying to get her bra off!

Luckily, it fell apart a moment later. Kiana's big tight tits displayed to the public. Goldberg hurled the bra that had really pissed him off through the air, and it disappeared from sight. Next he pulled her battle shirt off over her shoulders, the material bundling near her elbows so that she was essentially naked to the waist. She now felt the rough textured surface of the tree bark much more, now directly against the skin of her back.

"Don't you fucking look at my naked body! I was a goddamn fitness celebrity! You don't deserve to even be around me!" Kiana's face flushed with outrage.

"Shut up fitness bitch! You are in my world now. The world of the Universal Soldier!" Goldberg took hold the two breasts. Squeezing the milk sacs, fondling the silky skin. His undead erection growing, pushing down his thigh within the confines of his battle suit.

"God damned it, let go of me!" Kiana was shaking her head side to side in anger and frustration. Goldberg ripped open his battle shirt, displaying his pro wrestler physique to the tied up ex-Raiders cheerleader. With massive arm muscles rippling, he grabbed hold her head by the hair. Leaning down to the petite Asian looking chick, he let out his tongue. Running the pink muscle up the side of Kiana's sweaty face. Along her cheekbone, to her temple. Leaving a trail of spittle. Tasting the babe's stunningly beautiful face.

Kiana's body squirmed and struggled within his arms. Arms tied behind her, she only succeeded in scratching her back nastily against the hard tree.

Another long lick, swabbing the cover girl face. Then bending further, pushing his tongue against her neck just above the collarbone. The hot moist tongue rubbed hard (how could a tongue be so strong? wondered Kiana) as it wound up along the length of her slender sexy neck, then once more across her face to her forehead. A wet trail left behind.

Goldberg's big muscled chest filled her vision, and Kiana began to respond physically. She felt sick to her soul as her body became heated from more than the hot day in the humid swamp. Recovering from the run, yet her heart did not slow, pounding on. Her clit began throbbing, and she started to slightly rub her legs together. His mouth was at her ear.

"Haven't you wondered what it would be like with a massive Unisol unit? One that never tired, bigger than anything you ever could imagine? Haven't you fantasized about me, Kiana?"

"Goldberg, you are a piece of shit. (soft pant) I saw your file, do you know how you died in Vietnam? Your own squad fragged your ass. (soft pant) Two dozen 5.56 in the back tells the story pretty clear. You always were an asshole, now you're a Universal Asshole."

Continuing to fondle the Asian toy's perfect tits while kissing and licking her devastating good looks, Goldberg's face nevertheless turned into a sneer.

"That's it bitch. Piss me off. Piss me off real good. It will make the whole thing that much better for me. And for you too, I know you want it slut. I know you want me to power slam you with my inhuman cock." The reanimated and rebuilt towering warrior's ministrations were causing Kiana's body to respond wetly. She spoke now just to cover the smacking liquid sounds originating from her crotch when she rubbed her legs together.

"The other Unisols will be here soon. (pant) Your program computer is going to find out about what you are doing. (pant) Seth is going to shut you down."

"You mean my team that I sent around the other flank when I spotted you? I transmitted a rendezvous point 2 miles east of here before Studly knocked me over the head. I'd say we have a couple hours before they find us." Goldberg moved away so that he could stare down at her melons as he squeezed them.

"I think it's time to reset the mood we had before. Now what was I going to do to those big nipples of yours?" He closed thumb and index finger over both nipples using both his hands. The nipples were hard and erect. Kiana's tits were so so hard too! The soft silky brown skin stretched tight over the mammaries. Bound to the tree and helpless, the muscle babe clenched washboard abdominals as Goldberg slowly pulled her nipples out away from her body. Slowly. Pulling. Pulling her nipples out more. She bit her tongue, not wanting to give the scream that this beast obviously was looking for. When was he going to stop? The stretching pain grew and doubled then redoubled.

"Aaghhhh! You fucker! Aghhhhhh!" Jerking and twisting her torso from the torturous abuse. Her thin but muscled arms strained against her bonds. Veins rising along her biceps and forearms.

"That's better, baby. You know I love you. Ha ha ha ha!" Goldberg just as slowly relaxed the terrible pulling, Kiana's nipples burned in pain. Tears ran down her cheeks in streams.

"Oh baby... I'll make it better," he said sarcastically. He then commenced rubbing and massaging her taut breasts. Running his thumbs repeatedly over the now further swollen nipples. Feeling her tit flesh in his large hands caused his member to surge to greater dimensions. Kiana also felt herself grow wetter as the tit fondling drove her to sexual distraction. Goldberg always made her want to puke when she was around him (which was as rare as she could arrange it given that the two worked at the same secret military training facility), but what would he be like? Sexually. Did she want to find out? It next became clear her wants were a moot point.

Deftly Goldberg's hands were at the waist of her fatigue pants, grabbing purchase. Shoulders flexing, he moved his strong arms apart and Kiana's pants were torn down the middle. The shredding of fabric loud, with only the bird and insect swamp noises in the background. All the way below her crotch it ripped, then down her legs. At this point his arms were held straight out from each shoulder, his hands still clenching opposite sides of her military trousers. Exposed was Kiana's trim athletic hips. Her legs like chiseled sculpture. Tight deep brown skin pulled over strong, defined thighs and conditioned calves.

A moment after watching her clothing torn from her bound body, Kiana let out a soft lustful sound. Tied and helpless before the huge hulk towering before her, her breasts quivered in excitement and she felt juices filling her pussy. In an effort to avoid embarrassment, Kiana squeezed her pussy closed, bottling the slick lubricant inside her. But it was rapidly becoming difficult to keep the increasing flow contained.

Kiana's panties were high cut up each hip. The front of the panties was very small, no portion of it touching her inner thighs. (In the event of her panties becoming wet during the swamp field exercise, they would not chafe when she moved.) For Goldberg it was incredibly sexy, the material barely covering her sex.

Remembering the infuriating business with Kiana's sports bra, Goldberg dived into a different approach. Striking like a shark down into Kiana's crotch, he snapped his jaws. Taking the panty between his strong powerful teeth. Kiana had watched him strike like an animal between her legs, immediately feeling the pressure of his teeth directly against her pussy lips.

The brown skinned Asian jerked spastically, feelings overwhelming her. Goldberg's hot breath like a furnace as it blew against her shaved vagina. He twisted her panties in his mouth, he meant to chew them off her! The man's face rubbed hard against her erect clitoris in his efforts to rip her panties with his teeth. Each bite snapping his jaws like a steel trap over and over again within a whisker (luckily she was cleanly shaved) of her swollen pussy lips.

Kiana's orgasm was building inside her like a volcano. If Goldberg hadn't been so intent on his ferocious gnawing, he would have noticed the fitness beauty's breath coming once more in strained gasps. Her shapely legs, naked down to her lower calves where the remnants of her uniform hung over her combat boots, moved of their own accord. The flood of sensation of the beast feeding between her spread legs sent spastic jolts from her pelvis to her toes.

Her heart beat like a drum in her chest. Outright gasps escaping her lips. Kiana's eyelids began to flutter. Almost there. Almost there. She felt the pressure of her orgasm building throughout her body. Her swollen clit throbbing and quivering with each pulse of her heartbeat.

Then, just as she felt her resistance crumbling, Goldberg began to successfully tear the cloth of her panty. It drove him even more rabid. Kiana imagined his pupils dilated into madness, such were his bestial efforts. Kiana could not hold back, she knew that now. Her pussy was filled with her juices, and she was ready to cum like a geyser. She tossed her head side to side, gritting her teeth, riding the building wave higher and higher inside her.

"Ahah... I'm going to-to-ahah"

Then, as Kiana's panties began to disintegrate in the Universal Soldier's maw. Goldberg began to growl. Growl loud and angry. Like a pack of pit bulls. Kiana felt her climax at its cusp, then Goldberg's starved growling reverberated against her pussy and clitoris like a tuning fork. The hot breath and guttural sound were vibrating her clit.

"AAAGHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Kiana's dam burst. Her cum shot out hard into the liquid already within her pussy lips. And then all of it washed out her like a waterfall. Rinsing Goldberg's face in her sex sauce. He did not seem to notice, but continued his savage assault on her collapsing panties.

"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!"

Kiana was subjected to brutal throes of ecstasy. Her body shaking uncontrollably as she continued to cum. She clenched her muscled arms and rock hard abs. Her tits shook, the nipples leaping up and down at the ends of the perfectly round melons. The stimulation to her sex was becoming too much. Her ejaculation continued, but her now hypersensitive clitoris was being stimulated beyond orgasm.

"AAGHH! AH! AH! GOD! AGHHHHHHH!"

Trying to pull her pelvis back away from the slobbering brute between her legs did nothing. Kiana's shapely tight ass came immediately up against the harsh tree bark behind her. There was nowhere to go and she was hopelessly bound. Her spastic body jerks became increasingly violent. Her pounding orgasm was filling her brain with light; Kiana's eyes rolled completely up and back into her head so that only whites showed.

"AH! AG! AHH!"

Her heart was shaking inside her, driven far beyond climax.

Then Goldberg stood from her crotch, remnants of Kiana's panty in his teeth. Released from the assault on her sex, the Hawaiian hot body fell forward, held standing only by the strap tying her to the tree. Her held lolled forward. Her tits still shook and swayed from the orgasm. And Kiana's legs were weaker then Jell-O. She would have fallen to the ground had the strap not held her up against the tree. Her juice and cum ran down the inside of both her legs thickly, reaching her boots.

"You fucking slut! I knew it. I knew you were really a fucking slut!"

Goldberg reached to his own pants and opened the fastens. With some difficulty he wedged his gigantic cock out the front of his trousers.

"Well now it is my turn bitch!" The undead warrior's erection stood 12 massive inches outward. As impossibly long as it was, it was even more disproportionately wide! The hard shaft nearly 5 inches across! Goldberg grabbed Kiana's long silky hair and pulled her face up. Her eyes were still woozy, but they seemed at least somewhat able to focus now.

"Look at it! Look at my fucking rod! It's been thirty goddamn years since I got some! And you, you fucking Asian toy, ain't never got what you really deserve. But I'm going to fix that!"

Kiana was still drifting, like on the edge of a dream. When Goldberg wrapped his hands around her boot ankles then lifted her legs up and apart, she focused suddenly on the 12-inch pole bobbing in front of her. Good Lord!

"No wait" Kiana started weakly. Heedless of her puny protest, Goldberg rammed himself between her outstretched legs. His cockhead splashed wetly past her outer pussy lips. Then pressed against, then through her labia. Already in a high state of arousal, Kiana climaxed again. Shooting her superfit babe joy juice onto Goldberg's intruding rapier.

"AAGHHHH!" Kiana let out a low scream that was as much moan as scream. Looking up at the hulk, she saw his eyes glazed. Saliva dripping from his clenched mouth. He (it?) was staring straight at her. Boring into her with his gaze as his mighty member drilled deeper into her cunt. He was stretching her apart from the inside. Her shuddering orgasm fired and fired through her brain and her body. In a panic, Kiana knew that he would burst her. She had never taken anything half as big as him.

Goldberg's heavily muscled frame bulged and rippled as he squeezed the fitness chick's ankles, pulling her legs wider apart. And thrashed his pelvis forward, punching his cock deeper and deeper inside her body. Nearly half of it now, and already Kiana's screams had turned to agony. Goldberg did not wonder why. So tight was she around him, he felt that her vagina must be stretched as thin and as far as possible. Only the fact that she had been soaking wet had kept her from bursting already. Yet he had another 7 inches of cock! What was he to do with this poor girl? What indeed!

He paused, feeling her tortured pussy contract and spasm around his throbbing dick. Her endless series of orgasms had not ceased with the onset of her screams of agony

"How you doing baby? You want some more don't you?"

Kiana was struggling for breath. Looking down at the still more than half his cock waiting outside her sloppy pussy, she saw the veins along it jump and throb with each pump of augmented blood within the Universal Soldier. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she looked back up at her rapist, and shook her head meekly side to side. No, she did not want anymore of that monster inside her.

"What's that baby girl? Did you say you want me to ram my full length into you? You want me to fuck your brains out? That's what you want?"

More strongly, Kiana shook her head side to side. Her beautiful face was even more stunning when filled with fear and terror.

"You want all of it, baby?"

"No! God no, no more. Please. Just stop. Don't do anything more to me."

Goldberg howled at her face, then with inhuman power drove his hard throbbing cock deeper! A 6th inch! A 7th inch! Kiana felt her pussy filled beyond all limits, then it was at her cervix. With a loud animalistic grunt, the battering ram plowed into Kiana's womb. 8 inches into her, 9 inches. Kiana's screams of agony echoed back across the swamps. Her body shook from the impact. Her sexy round tits bouncing with each rape thrust into her. Wracked by the sadistic penetration, Kiana's body (now completely independent of the girl's mind, which was wallowing in infernal pain) continued to climax and cum, even knowing that she was quite literally being fucked to death. That knowledge actually pressuring her orgasms to higher and higher levels. Her pussy twitching and gripping the instrument of her execution.

Goldberg fucked her like a jackhammer. Then deeper, 10 inches, deeper 11 inches.

"Take it bitch! Fucking take it! Fucking take it all!"

Kiana's face was wide eyes and mouth stretched in horrific scream after scream. Her neck drawn taut, veins running along her neck as she bellowed and bellowed her suffering. Her arms stretched behind her as if they might be torn from their sockets. And her tits moved and bounced wildly.

Then SLAM! Goldberg's pelvis colliding with the tanned Oriental's. Fuck slamming his entire length at last into her cunny. Harder and harder he pumped, driving the petite female into the tree, crushing her body.

Kiana felt the steel hard shaft destroying her insides. Her body was breaking, being pulped between the indestructible Unisol and the hardwood tree behind her.

Then Goldberg's grunts raised in pitch. His fuck thrusts (in and out with 10 inches of his cock) became so fast that the dick was a blur pile driving into Kiana. A moment later he was cuming inside her slippery slimy pussy. His hot sperm fired deep into her. 30 years of it pent up inside him, cum and cum and cum. The penis jerked wildly inside her with each ejaculation. Pumping her with his syrup. The undead Unisol launched his thick cream over and over, watching the beautiful brown body of Kiana go into fitful throes as he continued balling her with 12-inches of destruction.

"UNISOL ROMEO GOLDBERG DESIST AND STAND DOWN." The terse monotone order came from behind the rapist's back. Kiana, her mind riding between multiple orgasms and torturous sufferings thought she saw the shapes of the Unisol squad.

Goldberg moved at once to obey the control order. Letting go Kiana's widespread ankles, the girl fell back down against the tree, sending her tits on another roller coaster ride. Stepping back one pace, his massive tool exited Kiana's brown snatch with a wet slurping noise (from both his and Kiana's copious fluids). Immediately a dam burst of clumpy sperm flooded down Kiana's legs. Covering the hard shapely gams in the white goop.

While Goldberg's body snapped to a strict position of attention, his erection yet stood out straightly, continuing its forceful ejaculations, itself quite beyond the orders of the control program. Arcs of thick steaming semen shot across at Kiana, splashing over her boobs. Painting her fit midsection. Impacting in spurts across her hips and pussy.

As her mercilessly abused body sagged down the tree until her tied arms stopped her descent, her chest and face came into the line of fire of the rampantly cuming Universal Soldier. Kiana's shapely upright breasts received yet further sprays of decades old cum. The big round orbs soon covered. The Hawaiian's face, one of the most beautiful in the world, came under fire. Spurts of cum impacted onto her chin, then her left cheek. The next cumshot fired directly into her whining mouth. The cum thickly dribbling along her tongue. Cum hit across her forehead and began to drip slowly down into her eyes. Then another load landed between her groaning lips.

On the ground, Studly Van Damme moaned and stirred slightly, groggy but coming to.

"SETH control this it Unisol Baker, we need Medivac immediately!"


TDM (chauncygardner@music.com)

The Couch Monster
By TDM
Dedications:
To Stephen King’s short story collection Night Shift.
To my fiancée Chi Chi, who is not only my girl but also my dream girl. Come see her dance at Smile’s II in Ledgewood, NJ.


The large poster above the toilet was of a buxom blond. Not just buxom, but bust-out 'boobs of wonder' buxom. The top-heavy girlish frame was supported by toned thighs and clenched buttocks, which were turned ever so perfectly towards the viewer. Her slender arms crossed each other across her strong abdominal muscles just beneath the twin mountains each peaked with an erect pink nipple. A gleaming white smile adorned her pretty (though not necessarily intelligent) face.

The full color image was captioned; "No matter how good she looks right now, there is someone somewhere who is sick of putting up with her shit."

The Stork Man finished his urination, glanced appreciatively once more at the chick with the long straight golden hair, and left the smallish bathroom.

"Stork Man! Catch!" He heard as he walked past the bedroom entrance. Glancing in, Stork saw Big Ed whip his arm forward, holding a football. He didn't even flinch, which is what one should have done considering the relatively short distance between the two college students. But Big Ed hadn't thrown, as Stork had known he wouldn't. Three years rooming together and they knew each other backward.

Tim, the third roommate in their high-rise apartment close to campus, lounged on the spacious cherry red upholstered couch. Sunlight poured through the large living area window. Washing him in warmth.

"When's your next class Tim?"

"30 minutes." He said drowsily. Tim worked nights at the campus radio station.

"Couch Monster's gonna get ya."

"Yeah, yeah."

The couch was exceeding comfortable. The cushions were big and fluffy, like pillows. It was an oversized piece of furniture, able to seat four people. College students prone to stay up late were at risk to fall into a daytime nap in its cushy embrace, and miss classes. Tim was not the type student to be unaffected by missed classes.

The couch monster, or Z monster, was infamous for sneaking up on you. After an all night study jam, the couch was certainly to be avoided, better even not to come too close.

Stork Man had his hand on the apartment doorknob; backpack of books slung over one shoulder, when Big Ed yelled from the bedroom.

"Yo Stork Man, some little sugar cookie dropped by looking for you."

"Yeah, she was a hot babe, man!" Tim pitched in with his ‘Lon-gi-land’ NY accent. Smile stretching across his face.

Stork stopped at the door. "Really?"

"Yeah, said she met you at the party up at Russell’s last Friday." Big Ed continued as he wound his way from the bedroom to the kitchen.

"What was her name?" With a look of no recollection.

"Chi Chi."

"Chi Chi?"

"Yeah whatever. That's her real name like she isn't total jailbait. I'm talking 16 or hell I don't know, 15. Who the frig names their daughter Chi Chi?" Big Ed was drinking milk straight from the carton again.

"I say fuckin' middle school, man. Fuck High School. She came up to just past my waist." Tim was not a tall guy either. "and her voice was all high pitched" he added from the couch. The humor of the situation rescuing him from the couch monster. Tim sat up; maybe he would make class after all.

"Chi Chi?" Stork Man still was trying to recall, and failing. Last Friday did involve two kegs of beer.

"She gonna stop by later." Big Ed put the empty milk carton back in the fridge.

*****

The dainty knock on the door came during the first intermission. She had probably knocked a few times before Tim had heard it, and he yelled from the bedroom. Stork Man and Big Ed looked at each other from in front of the TV set.

"Don't look at me, it's YOUR girlfriend." And then a chuckle from Big Ed.

Stork Man opened the door, and almost fell over backwards at the sight that greeted him. Chi Chi was probably no more than 5 feet tall. But she had on a pair of total 'fuck me' pump heels that must have been 6 or 7 inches. The shoes had a good couple of inches
of lift under the ball of the foot, then, higher than that, the heels shot severely upwards so that her feet were nearly pointed straight down. They were bright pink in color, with straps at the top that wound around her lean calves to tie half the way up to her knee.

Her thighs were tight and clenched so that the front and back thigh muscles were clearly delineated. Because of the effort in staying upright in those shoes no doubt. Her pink skirt was tight and short, made of a stretch material that clung completely to her outlined
buttocks. They were also firm, firm enough to retain their round curvature as they pushed the back of the stretch skirt outwards.

Her belly was a tight six-pack. The tube top was matching pink. A total teen mall brat sort of outfit. Her breasts ballooned beneath the challenged stretch fabric of her top. They were huge. The girl must weight 75 pounds, and her cinnamon tinted chest accounted for 30 of those pounds! No less than 39 or 40 inches around, maybe more.
And the roundness of the orbs! Cup sizes went up to what letter?

Chi Chi's face was wonderfully beautiful. Full pouty lips that would be like kissing pillows. Perfect nose, cheekbones, hazel eyes and bright smile with olive skin. Chestnut brown hair cascaded down her back. The hair shade was a bit light for her complexion, perhaps she lightened it herself.

Big Ed gasped audibly from his chair in front of the TV, staring at her. Evidently, this was not what Chi Chi was garbed in earlier today. Who knew Kids-R-Us sold stripper outfits? Stork Man just stood there, and she just stood nervously out in the apartment building hallway.

"Hi. Storky?" She said meekly. Her voice carried a very nice Spanish accent. Her smile sweetened the air.

Storky? How DORKY! Big Ed had to cover his mouth to avoid guffawing.

"h-h-Hi." Stork Man was not accustomed to stammering in front of girls. Then he caught himself. This was definitely a girl, a little girl!

"Can I come in?"

Tim emerged from the bedroom as Stork Man closed the door behind his beautiful guest. Upon seeing Chi Chi, his eyes nearly fell out. She had been a knockout in those plain clothes she had before, but now...she was a sledgehammer!

"I'm afraid I don't remember meeting you." Stork Man said.

"You were playing quarters at the party, and losing I guess." 'Quarters' was a drinking game. But how did she get in there? She was no doubt under drinking age. A 'townie' that meandered close to campus looking for college parties. Hadn't anyone been watching the door? It would have been an ugly bust if the cops had shown up!

"Oh yeah. I guess you were there."

"Do you want to go to another party?" She blurted. Chi Chi was fidgeting, and didn't know what to do with her hands. Her eyes were hopeful and maybe a little scared. Afraid of rejection most likely.

It was Wednesday night. There aren't any parties Wednesday nights because Thursdays are big class days, labs and such. Chi Chi was clearly no college girl; she would have known this, but obviously in the market for a college man. 'High School girl' Stork Man mused, then surveying again the youthfulness of her face and skin, questioning if she had indeed started High School yet.

"There is no party I know of tonight."

This troubled her. Chi Chi greeted Big Ed and Tim with a glance and a small smile each, having met them briefly before.

"Maybe you guys have some beers?" The girl didn't want to turn around and go home, that was plain. She had undoubtedly fretted over her hair and make up and (gulp) choice of garment.

Tim opened the fridge. "We have two beers left."

"What!" Exclaimed Big Ed. "Whose turn is it?"

Stork Man felt stuck. They couldn't pop beers with this...this kid here, could they? Chi Chi inhaled expectantly, not knowing what would be next. Good God, Stork Man thought, those TITS! They expanded bulbously with her deep breath. Stork Man's
head was swimming.

"Go get some beers...STORKY!" Big Ed grumbled, the thought of running dry was bitter in his mind. It was Stork Man's turn to buy. Tim had grabbed the two cans and was passing the awkward couple as he walked toward Big Ed.

Chi Chi's face brightened as he approached, thinking he was bringing HER a beer. Tim made eye contact with her and stopped. The beers had been for him and Big Ed. The girl's big eyes were like deep pools. The girl was a kid. But his glance slipped down to her bosom. THOSE FUCKING TITS!! The top halves of the round orbs pushed up from the tight pink tube top. The skin was smooth and perfect. A deep valley crashed down between. What tremendous cleavage! Got Milk? Tim thought to himself.

"Thank you, I am thirsty." Chi Chi said in a fairy voice. Her delicious lips entrancing with their pink lipstick. Oh how that pink lipstick looked against her smooth beautiful olive skin!

With those elevator "do me right Fucking Now!" high heels on, Chi Chi stood as tall as Tim's chin. Her stance was as if she was perched high up on pedestals, her long shapely legs trembled slightly as she maintained her balance. Those shoes were almost like a pair of damn sexy stilts! He handed the girl a beer.

Stork Man threw him a questioning look. He responded with a quick shoulder shrug, and a "what the fuck am I SUPPOSED to do?" look. As it was, he and Big Ed would have to decide who got the last beer. Stork Man couldn't take Chi Chi with him to the liquor store; they would refuse to serve him for sure.

"Okay, I need to go. You want to wait here?" Stork Man asked little Chi Chi, looking in her eyes again. Trying to fathom her thoughts. Her make up was well applied. With a bit of imagination, a guy could see her as 18, maybe. But it would take less imagination to see her as 15, 14 or even 13. Seventh and Eighth grade girls often started developing up top. The tautness of Chi Chi's huge mammaries lent credence that they were young indeed. Stork Man caught himself. His gaze had gravitated yet again to her big bust.

“Sure!” Tim and Big Ed said in unison.

Chi Chi brightened, taking the exclamation as a welcome, and a compliment both. Her uneasiness dimmed slightly. She stepped one more bird like pace further into the apartment. Stork Man was a little worried here. He bet that one cruel word, even in joking, would break the girl’s fragile self-image. She was looking for acceptance, adult acceptance, desperately. They should have kicked her out already. But the tugging that was going on inside all their pants put up a tough argument. “Just let her stay a while longer”, their enlarging organs whispered, “she’ll be okay.”

Stork Man checked that his wallet was in his pants pocket, then with a quirky nod, left the apartment.

“Chi Chi, come on in!” Big Ed motioned her into the living room. The hockey game was starting back up, but no one noticed.

Her figure was like something from an erotic dream. Her well-defined legs stepped slowly forward. The sexy brunette’s chest bounced slightly as she moved. Good God what a sight! Seated as they were, her breasts were right at their eye level. Both guy’s cocks popped erect. Watching her approach was like a 3D wet dream.

Big Ed was in his TV chair, Tim in the other ‘comfy’ chair. They watched intently as Chi Chi made her way to the couch with the beer can in her hand. What a fucking beer commercial she could make! Could she walk any sexier?! God, she wasn’t even trying, and she had both dudes’ penises pushing painfully against their zippers.

The awkwardness of walking in the shoes caused her to move slowly. It was like watching the sexiest scene of your sexiest video in slow motion.

She reached the couch. Not wanting to be ungraceful about it, she placed her free hand on the arm of the couch to sit. This caused her to bend forward at the waist. The two light brown melons were showcased incredibly. From Tim’s angle, it became much like an overhead view. Big Ed, with more of a side view, watched her tight ass, thighs, stomach and ribcage move like poetry.

She underestimated the plushness of the cushions. When she sat into them she fell the last bit, sinking into them. Then bounced slightly as the springs accepted her slight weight. Both men sighed loudly as they watched her tits do a half dozen up and down movements in response to the slight bounce.

Chi Chi’s long heeled shoes crossed at the ankles. She attempted to adjust her skirt so that her groin was not displayed. The tight stretch tube skirt was not made for sitting however, not any kind of sitting. She squeezed her legs together. The shapely thighs, having not a bit of flab, only barely touched each other, and only did because she made an effort for them to be as closed as possible. The pink garment rode up her hips severely. Her tight strong legs were displayed very completely. The material bunched at her crotch, and only the flesh of her clenched thighs obscured her private area from casual observation.

They began small talk. Chi Chi nodded her head up and down sometimes in response to the inane banter. Affecting a pose of familiarity with conversations with adults as an equal. Sipping her beer, in a way that suggested she hung out and drank beers all the time. The pose was clearly visible as such, her manner transparently assumed. This only increased her attractiveness.

Youth and innocence are inherently incredibly beautiful, this was a universal truth. Tim and Big Ed were increasing enthralled by her every flickering movement, her every intake of breath. As a pair of puppies and wolves both at once. Chi Chi was unaware of the power she was exerting over the males in the room, due to her inexperience in such.

Chi Chi drank more of her beer. The game on the TV skated onwards to no one’s notice. In a pause in the conversation, a low grumbling began near the college apartment floor. The tiny sexy playmate looked around quite puzzled. Tim and Big Ed didn’t seem to know what to make of it either. Was it coming from under the couch?

The grumbling rolled deeper, and more ominous. Turning into a growling. Chi Chi was completely put out, what in the world? She started abruptly with a small shriek as the arms of the couch animated with a resounding crunching/cracking noise that filled the apartment. They wavered like actual limbs on either side.

The cushions became sucking at her, sucking! Like meaty lips. The sweet sex wench had been sitting near the separation crease between two of the cushions, and they gummed at her ass and legs like a starving mouth.

“AAAhhhh” Chi Chi screamed. As the suction increased she realized it would be hard to break the pull to stand up from the possessed furniture! Sharp ripping, then a host of steel springs began springing upwards all around her, like newborn stalk shoots. They broke through the upholstery, reaching skyward. Some burst up very near to Chi Chi’s legs, on both sides. The steel springs extended a few feet up in the air, wires curled in a counterclockwise direction. Then they began moving of their own volition, as if by one consciousness. They began to entwine together. The coils meshing together forming solid steel columns. The individual coils now an undulated, bumpy surface along the pillared shaft.

The sofa was shaking, as if in throes of a metamorphosis. The dusty skinned babe flailed her legs. Her tits bounced in all directions. It dawned on her that she had to escape!

Two such columns lunged at Chi Chi’s arms, encircling both wrists and pulling her arms away from her body to either side. The lips / cushions had gained more and more dexterity as they continued sucking greedily on the girls perfect round ass and the back of her long legs. By undulating a certain way, the lips worked the girl’s skirt up higher and higher. Her wispy, lacy pink panties came into view. They were mostly a collection of strings and nothing else!

Two more steel columns wrapped around her ankles, around the stringy tops of her high pink heels. Chi Chi felt the cold metallic coils against her skin, and their strength was uncontestable. Her legs were pulled apart, opening her center. The lean hard muscles of her long legs flexed and kicked and her washboard abs strained with exertion, but the effort failed to alter the deliberate spreading of her sexy legs. Further apart…further! She was doing a split, and then a little further!

The slight mound of her pussy jut forward under the scanty panties. It’s shape clear and completely undefended. Between her legs, another metal spring column burst up through the couch material. It raised up before her. Over two feet tall and as thick around as a Slinky toy (4 or 5 inches side to side)! It quivered as she stared at it, the tip level with her forehead. It was tapered at the end, the spring coils wrapped in on themselves tighter there forming a blunt point. The phallic apparition was all too plain.

Some springs had not entwined together into columns, remaining single strands of steel. Three of these began slowly worming their way beneath the Chi Chi’s pink halter-top. She felt them moving against her soft sensitive skin. After only a couple moments they emerged from the other side, having run completely beneath the material. The single strands had fairly sharp endings when turned to a specific angle. They used this to begin tearing at the stretch material of her top.

Chi Chi looked down at her huge chest, and saw the cuts forming in her clothes. The stretch material failing slightly, bit by bit. More single springs uncoiled and plunged beneath her skirt, and began tearing and slashing at that material too. The animated wires moved slowly, so that it was by degree that her garments were being sliced away. In a couple minutes, her tits would be free and exposed!!

The grumbling and growling, that now could be attributed directly to the couch itself, further evolved into an anxious rhythmic grunting. The two-foot steel coil phallus thrust upwards, upwards and upwards! Three feet…four feet…five feet… six feet… and further! Reaching for the ceiling! It stopped just short the apartment ceiling, and then withdrew into the couch nearly all the way, until about only 18 inches remained. Then in time to the hungry, roaring grunts…the hard metal monstrosity began thrusting. Thrusting upward to its apex near the ceiling. Pulling back and thrusting again in a clearly savage sexual mimicry.

The teen sex toy’s skin became more and more visible. Her matching pink ensemble shredding from the assault of the tearing wires. Until finally her skirt was pulled from her body. It hung from one of the wires spouting from the couch like a tattered battle streamer. The skirt residue wavered slightly on the thin metal strand as it continued to stand upright. The effect was very much like a victory banner.

Chi Chi’s panties were indeed ‘string’ panties, not unlike a string bikini bottom. They tied on each side with a small string in a normal bowknot. Her hips were every bit as svelte and trim as the now destroyed tight clinging skirt had promised.

Moments later, her top was torn from her in identical fashion. Her chest popped outwards from the confines of the tight stretch tube top. They were even larger! No longer constrained by the constricting pink material. Volleyball size and then some! They were completely pert and upright, sticking straight out from her chest. Her nipples were large and erect. They jiggled in their new freedom, but sagged not a bit under their young tight smooth skin.

Chi Chi was helpless to cover herself, her arms still pulled outwards to her sides, and slightly back. This forced her naked breasts to thrust out forward. The girl had been moaning in fright for several minutes since the arrival of the poltergeist. Her cries became more panic ridden as humiliation flowed into the mix.

Tim and Big Ed watched as the metal strands that had torn off the chick’s top (except the one which continued to hold the trophy aloft) began encircling the huge tits. Winding around them like thin gray snakes.

The singular springs that had torn her skirt apart turned their attention to the string panties. They wormed their way under the hip strings, and began pulling the thin strings away from her body. Showing the last bit of her naked athletic hips.

The coils wrapped around the very base of Chi Chi’s balloons, against her ribcage. Then began tightening. The giant taut breasts grew tighter yet, squeezed tit flesh pushing away from her body. Her nipples grew harder erect, pointing out like tiny pink guns. The expression on her face indicated that the steel lassoing of her mammaries was quite a bit painful. Not so thin as to act as garrotes, the coils did not cut her skin, but simply squeezed the huge ripe melons severely. Threatening to burst them. Threatening seriously.

Then her panties fell to pieces under the continued assault of the other single springs. Chi Chi’s tiny young pussy was clean cut, and open to the world in her leg split position. Only the babe’s sexy heels remained as clothing.

The coils around her boobs began a rhythmic squeezing and releasing. Slow and merciless. Causing the breasts to expand in pulses. Both students were mesmerized by the rape / strip of Chi Chi right before their eyes, Tim and Big Ed could do nothing but rub their hard-ons through their pants. It became clear that the couch was “milking” Chi Chi’s enormous tits. Forcefully so. As the eroticism of this hit home, both males let out a soft sound and opened their pants to free their raging cocks. They stood in front of her and immediately began stroking themselves.

The steel phallic column that was fucking eight feet up into the air slowed its carnalistic display as a second column, the twin of the first, erupted from the couch directly by the first ones’ side. They thrust upwards in alternating strokes like a two piston engine. Chi Chi gazed forlornly at the columns right in front of her, her face contorting with each inhuman squeeze of her big breasts. The pressure building in her nipples distracted her attention enough that she didn’t fathom the significance of the twin monsters before her. Her throat was tiring from her incessant panicked shrieking. Her voice was failing her.

The cold metal tentacles holding little Chi Chi’s tight legs open in a prostrating split began lifting her upward. The couch cushions sucked mightily at her shaved crotch, hungrily. Then she was pulled away. When her pelvis was about a foot up off the couch, it held her there in place. Chi Chi’s wild eyes found Big Ed, imploring him for help. He stared back lustily.

The thrusting giant steel pythons pulled back near all the way into the couch. Then they bent to move underneath Chi Chi’s split open legs. Chi Chi watched them move beneath her. The ‘head’ of the coil snake nudged against her pubis.

“No, no, no, no.” Chi Chi’s voice plummeted with the certainty of what was to follow.

The push against her vagina was gentle at first, but quickly grew stronger. Chi Chi’s tight outer lips opened, then her inner vaginal lips. The tip of the metal spear entered her body. It tapered very quickly out to its full thickness, stretching the tiny girl wider and wider. She screamed in revulsion, her breaths coming in quick gasps as it reached her virginity, pressing against it, and stretching it. Stabbing pain as her virginity stretched inside her, stretched inward against the unrelenting pressure. Then the tearing of flesh as her maidenhood was taken.

Tears ran down both her cheeks in thick streams. The member went deeper into her, reaching a 5th inch, then a 6th inch. The pain still throbbed from her broken hymen, and her vaginal walls were being pushed as wide as a Slinky toy. She felt every coil as it moved against her tender inner pussy. The small sexy bombshell felt the thing inside her squirm in a 7th inch, reaching her limits of sexual penetration. But the animaton would know no limits, and pushed onwards.

“AAGHHHHHH” Chi Chi screamed with what air was in her lungs. Her breasts heaving with the effort. The metal squeezing and mauling continued, tighter and harder. The tits clearly showing the strain, nearing the point of popping. Tighter squeezing, closer to bursting the huge round breasts. The nipples ready to explode. TIGHTER. TIGHTER. Ready to burst. TIGHTER and HARDER. Ready to pop the tremendous balloons. Tighter still. Almost there…ready to go…squeeeeze…almost there…the tight skin straining over the massive tit flesh…at the edge of bursting….SQUUUEEEEEEEZZE!!!!!!!!!!

Chi Chi’s little mouth bellowed and bellowed. The steel spear plunged a 9th and 10th inch into her pelvis. So large was it’s girth that it pressed out her abdomen from the inside, pushing up inside her. The shapely girl’s tiny frame was wracked with spastic convulsions at the impossible stakeing she was receiving. Her arms and legs writhed, but were helpless.

Chi Chi felt a pressurized explosion in her abused tits. Milk hosed out her nipples in a hot stream. The creamy mommy juice shot all over Big Ed’s and Tim’s cocks. The thick milk providing pleasurable lubrication for their cock stroking. More and more of the white syrup sprayed into the male student’s crotch, soaking them. Their masturbations began to sound wetly with each stroke. The feeling was divine. They both watched Chi Chi getting milked like a cow in some surreal automated milking device. She was producing an incredible amount, with no let up in sight!

Just as the diminutive hot wench started lactating, the second phallus column plunged up into her anus with the ferocity of an attacking predator. Chi Chi felt the steel thrust reverberate all the way up her spine. Deeper and deeper it dug into her ass. 3 inches…5 inches…7 inches…9 inches!

The cruel coil destroyer in her pussy abandoned its steady progression as it surpassed 12 inches, now in her belly. It surged in her at high speed, as it had when it erupted first from the couch. Penetrating the center of her body. Expanding out her neck. Then jerking her head back so that she was staring at the ceiling, it emerged from her mouth. Further and further it climbed, reaching again for the ceiling. She was impaled. Chi Chi was very much still the lovely, squirming, struggling, little sex goddess. Spazzing and jerking against her complete and utter violation. Hot cinnamon sex on a stick.

Black and blue marks were spreading across Chi Chi’s tortured round chest. Milk ran from both nipples with each strong squirt across the room. The lower half of the humongous orbs coated in her sticky milk. Then Big Ed and Tim began their ejaculations. Sperm flew back at Chi Chi. With her milk still firing; it was like a thick white jizzy exchange of cannon fire. Their cum splashed across the tops of her bouncing globes, running thickly to her cleavage and across her chest in a myriad riverwork of semen.

The obelisk impaling her body fucked her. Withdrawing until the head of it was extended only a foot from her stretched face, then lancing to the ceiling again. Each up stroke carried her body upwards until it was constrained by the spring tentacles around her ankles.

Chi Chi’s adolescent tits began to ebb the flow of dairy product. So the couch violently jammed its other column deep up her ass. 10 inches…12 inches…14 inches up in the tiny doll girl. The anal carnage elicited a renewal of the milk fountaining from her squeezed tits. It fucked her ass mercilessly to that depth; each anal fuck thrust bursting more milk from her.

Finally, Big Ed and Tim concluded their orgasms. So massive were Chi Chi’s breasts, that even after 5 minutes of cumming, they had not been able to completely sheet them in white goo. Nearly so, to their credit, but dusty brown tit flesh peaked here and there from beneath the globs of dick spit.

With a sudden SLUMP SLUMP, the couch retracted all its appendages back into itself. Chi Chi was dragged down between the cushions still fully impaled. Panic and fear shone in her eyes in the glimpse Big Ed got of her face before she went into the couch like a drowner at sea. In seconds the couch was nothing more than an ordinary piece of furniture. Chi Chi was gone. A ripped and shredded small pink skirt lay on one of the cushions. Big Ed and Tim exchanged blank, incredulous looks.

**

Stork Man entered with two large boxes of beer cans. After putting some in the fridge, he walked into the living room. The Flyers had just tied the game at 2 goals each.

“Where’s Chi Chi?”

Big Ed and Tim seemed to be strangely hesitant, like a pair of potatoes sitting in front of the TV.

“Man, the Couch Monster got her.” Tim mumbled.

Satan dials 1-666-COLLECT
By TDM (chauncygardner@music.com)
(rape, fisting)

The clamping of feet pounded the hardwood floor of the cramped studio within the old crumbling building on 57th street. Dancers in sweats and ankle braces and knee wraps and sweaty tops going through motions of rhythmic physical expression. The music was obtuse and obscure; chiming mixed with steel drums.

Black faces and white faces and Asian faces showed the strain of exertion and the concentration of keeping the count. A dozen graceful forms moving in a myriad of patterns. Translating the sounds to movement.

The girl in front watched the mirror running the length of the studio as best she could while executing her own required positions. Then she stood and turned to the others.

“Okay take 15 minutes, get some water. Elizabeth, I think you need to stretch out some more, you look like you are made of wood.”

“All right.” The light black skinned girl answered.

“She just needs some SEX!” One of the others called, and laughter filled the musty room. They were all grateful for a moment of levity to ease this grueling session.

Melanie moved quickly to the hall and then to the staircase. Her trained trim legs and hips moving like poetry. The choreographer was serious when she had said 15 minutes. They were all expected to be back punctually. The redhead skipped nimbly down flight after flight until reaching the lowermost landing. The support bra she wore suppressing her very large bosom, so that it bounced only slightly. Melanie had 38DD breasts. The two big round balloons completely out of place above her very thin waist and long elegant legs. The athletic bra could constrict them to the point where she could still dance, but she was scheduling reduction surgery anyway.

The payphone hung on the re-plastered wall, the spotty lighting of the 200 year-old structure capturing it in a circle of light. Portions of the landing were more dimly lit. Some corners dark.

The rehearsal was going much later than was planned. Melanie had to reach the phone. She suddenly thought that she really should call Jimmy and talk to him. Her 4-year old son was with her neighbor. She was going to be a couple hours late getting home and Jimmy would certainly be asleep by then. Her boy would cherish just a moment of contact with ‘mommy’. Enduring once again a long day spent with a stranger.

But there was another call Melanie simply HAD to make. And time was short.

“I’m sorry Jimmy.” She thought. She had to call Carlos. Melanie was supposed to meet her cocaine supplier tonight after rehearsal. She had gotten the money together, but she wasn’t going to be able to be at the meeting place for the ‘buy’. She could go another day or two with what she had, but definitely wanted to reschedule to get more tomorrow or the next day. Plus Carlos would beat the shit out of her if she didn’t show without a call. The sexy redhead had taken innumerable punches from the dealer; he seemed to enjoy connecting his knuckles to beautiful girls. Melanie didn’t want to give him a reason. Rescheduling was probably a reason enough, she thought with a groan. But it would be ten times worse if she didn’t call at all.

Wearing her pink tights which hugged her dancer’s legs and slim hips, and a sweatshirt a size too large (which helped to obscure her massive chest - squeezed even as it was in her constrictive bra) Melanie picked up the receiver. Change! She hadn’t brought any money with her!

She was completely alone down on the first floor of the tenement. It was late. The restaurant that was squeezed on the floor below the studio (everything in New York City was squeezed into the space allowed) was closed. It was four floors back up to the studio. She had no time to run back up the stairwell and return to the phone. She would have to call collect.

She punched the metallic “0” button, prefixing her intended phone number to make it a collect call.

“What are you doing?” A raspy voice from beside her. Whirling in surprise, Melanie found that a tall broad man had come up out of nowhere! What kind of accent had that been? Latin? He wore an overcoat like a shroud. A large dark fedora style hat left his face in shadows.

Completely put off by the sudden appearance, Melanie tried to stutter a reply. If she had seen this giant figure when she had descended the last flight (hadn’t she looked around - she was sure she had) the girl would have turned right around and vaulted back to the studio! Yet here he was directly beside her, dwarfing her petite frame with his incredible bodily dimensions. Seven feet tall? Taller probably! Weren’t all these type men already playing pro basketball?

“I…I was making a call…” Melanie’s eyes were captivated by the shadowy figure. It’s shoulders and barrel chest so broad as to clearly not fit through a regular doorway without turning sideways. While the shadow seemed to be drinking in the young dancer’s body. The fiery red hair. Long but tied up above her head in a swirl. The beautiful face and shimmering green eyes.

Her graceful neck led the way to her succulent cleavage. The sports bra obscured Melanie’s large nipples from showing against her sweatshirt. The tyrannical article of clothing making the glorious 38DD appear closer to 36B’s. But the truth could not be denied the ominous foreigner.

The sweatshirt hung in loose folds below her chest. Melanie’s slim waist nowhere to be seen beneath the material. Then the pink spandex tights, while denying the vision of her flesh, delineated quite succulently every curve and muscle of her hips, thighs and calves. Melanie felt his gaze, and self-consciously stood so that he could not more than glimpse the firm fullness of her athletic buttocks. She also placed her empty hand across her chest, gripping her opposite shoulder, attempting to obscure her chest. This guy just reeked of horniness! She could feel him staring her up and down.

“What kind of call were you making?” It hissed hotly at her. The voice seeming to both whisper in her ear and boom and reverberate off the walls at the same time. What kind of conversation was this? Melanie’s mind was still in a whirl. She had kept firm grip on the telephone receiver, thinking perhaps she could scream and use it as a club if she was attacked. Far above her she thought she heard the music start up again. They would begin without her she knew, rehearsal time was too important. So much for her screaming though, who would hear?

“a…a collect call…I don’t have any change.”

“You dialed ZERO for a collect call! Haven’t you learned! BITCH!” Melanie’s jaw opened at the ferocity of the verbal abuse. The figure shucked its hat and shrugged off its overcoat. Revealing a beat-red skinned monstrosity. Horned and fanged, sporting a long reptilian tail which reached to the floor and coiled around and around.

“What’s it going to take for you to LEARN! You fucking SLUT!” The young girl’s heart nearly leapt out her chest with fright! Then with blinding speed, the beast’s taloned claws were upon her. One invincibly strong arm grabbing her neck and lifting her into the air. The other grasping the phone.

“Aaghh! Let me go! What do you want? What do you want from me?” Melanie struggled like a doll in the Dark Lord’s grasp. Legs scissoring, and boobs wobbling side to side and a little up and down (confined still in their blasted prison).

“I’m going to teach you how to make a proper collect call” A long forked tongue licking it’s chops. “and I’m going to enjoy it.” With a talon it clicked the hang up lever so that a dial tone again sounded from the receiver. Then it moved its razor sharp claw to Melanie’s long shapely dangling legs. Using its index finger like a knife, it began to cut the terrified girl’s spandex. Starting at her ankle and working upward along the outside of her leg to her waist. The tight elastic material contracted severely as it was sliced. The dancer’s perfectly sculpted leg was slowly bared.

Satan stopped cutting at her waist with only an inch of Spandex left at the top of Melanie’s left leg. Then, slowly and luxuriously, the huge evil creature began cutting up the right leg. Again starting near her ankle and purposefully slicing upwards. Melanie watched her pink dancing tights being slowly snipped from her. Her long devastating legs being revealed in an exotic rape striptease. The prospect of rape leapt into her brain and flooded it.

“please…please…please don’t do anything to me…I have a small child…” The towering muscle bound demon stopped its cut an inch from the top of the tights so that both sides matched. The frayed spandex leggings retracted, shrinking. The pink garment hung down now between her legs, with only a thin spandex strip around each hip. The ruined garment only curtaining the chick’s private parts now. Incredibly sexy. The girl wore no panties under the stretch pants, and her hips were bare along the sides.

What a total hot fucking babe, Satan thought. Those big tits filled out that cotton sweatshirt and then some! Pushing out her shirt so that the bottom of the shirt hung about 5 inches away from her hard belly. Watching those trained muscled legs squirm in mid-air was a sight for an instant boner erection! Ah, the beautiful, emotional face. Were those tears welling in her green eyes? With an inspired dexterous claw swipe, Melanie’s hair was released from its tie. The deep red locks cascading majestically down past her waist, the long full-bodied hair nearly reaching to the back of her knees!

“Oh my, my little dancer, oh my oh my oh my!”

Razor sharp talons struck at the sweatshirt next, leaving a row of straight cuts like music bar lines diagonally across Melanie’s chest. Another swipe, and more cuts criss crossing those from before. Another slash, shreds of the shirt wafting toward the ground. Another and another and the sweatshirt disintegrated into strips of cloth which fell like feathers to the floor.

Melanie’s big tits visibly strained against the black sports bra. Well, the Hellspawn decided, those puppies deserve some fresh air!

“Please…no…whatever you are…don’t hurt me…” Tears did now begin in earnest. The continuing display of irresolute power of the beast crushing the young girl’s spirit like a twig. Then SLASH! The prudish sport bra was shorn apart down the center. The massive tits outright popped up in newfound freedom. The clipped black bra shooting away like an elastic band.

The volleyball sized hard globes bounced and jiggled ecstatically, released at last! Melanie did not share the enthusiasm of her hard nippled bosom. Her luscious hot body had now been forcibly stripped near to naked! Bare from the waist up, only the smallest fabric on each hip was between her and losing the remnant of her exercise outfit. Total nudity!

The pay telephone unit was mounted onto the wall so that the dialing buttons were at eye level, and had a small overhang overtop from which a small light shone onto the buttons. This formed a ledge of sorts. With the smallest of efforts, like lifting a doll, Satan raised Melanie and placed her onto this little outcropping above the telephone. The girl’s legs straddled the unit, hanging to each side, and her back was straight up against the wall behind her. The long Barbie doll like gams were both completely uncovered because what remained of her spandex hung to the center. Every movement sent Melanie’s big round orbs into undulating motion.

Once she was situated, the grotesque devil brought up the hardened plastic phone receiver on its long steel coiled wire. Melanie watched it place the black object between her squeezebags.

“Push your tits together, cum slut!” It demanded. Pushing her mountainous knockers together over top the phone, the receiver disappeared from view underneath a landslide of firm tit flesh. Melanie’s long delicate fingers spread in wide fans across the outside of her balloons.

“Delicious!” The evil one commented.

Melanie watched the stinking creature rub her nipples lustfully. Groping her big melons, pushing them together. She felt its scaley palms and fingers molesting her silky soft tit skin. Then it began to push the phone receiver between her boobs. Back and forth, fucking her cleavage with the phone. The black piece jutting out the top of her bosom each stroke, then being pulled back through her breasts. Sending tremors through the twin globes with each thrust.

“You like getting tit fucked don’t you Melanie? You love feeling a hard organ pumping inside those great tits, don’t you.” The young victim could only watch in humiliation as Satan continued its simulated tit sex with the phone receiver. Becoming more and more forceful, starting to really slam the hard object between her tits. It was starting to hurt more and more, and was certainly beginning to cause bruises on the sensitive boobs.

“I asked how much you love tit sex, you stupid slut! So tell me how much you love wrapping these hard tits around long tools!” The vicious demon was ramming the phone brutally between the mammaries. Melanie could feel it pounding against the insides of her breasts. The pain level was increasing terribly.

“I…I… love tit sex…” Melanie’s voice was unconvincing. The devil continued phone fucking her rack with severe maliciousness.

“I love tit sex!” Melanie yelled, crying from pain and degradation. Figuring what the sadistic bastard was after. “I love it between my big tits! Fuck my boobs! Please fuck me between my tits! Harder!” Melanie’s voice tried to impart lust and desire, for the pain was awful.

“Come on! (suppressed whimper), Slam it in between by big round tits and fuck me! Harder! Fuck my tits off! I want you to fuck my tits off!”

The horrid immense assailant slackened its abuse of her ripe melons. Until the phone was slowly and luxuriously pumping her.

“That’s better. I just knew girls with big tits loved tit sex! But my, aren’t you passionate about it? Do you really want me to fuck your tits off?” Melanie’s eyes widened in genuine terror. But of course, it couldn’t mean that literally.

“Yes…yes please. Fuck my tits, please. Fuck my big tits off. Do it!” It was torturing her body and her mind, Melanie understood. Getting in her head. If she was able to ride this through, she might live. The life of a rape victim, but life nonetheless. The phone receiver reached toward Melanie’s chin at the end of each stroke through her cleavage.

“Lick it Bitch!” The demon nodded toward the black object and it was clear that Melanie was being ordered to lick the phone each stroke.

She resisted the command a moment, but the fire burning in the being’s eyes shone with terrible fanaticism. Melanie bent her neck, putting her chin near the center of her collarbones. Each tit fuck brought the phone to within an inch of Melanie’s pink lipsticked lips. She watched her tits being raped for a couple more strokes; it seemed the demon was actually deriving pleasure from phone fucking her. As if it had sensation with the telephone. Then the agile dancer stuck out her wet tongue.

The phone smacked wetly against her outstretched tongue, and Melanie saw that the evil dirty thing attacking her delighted in this too. So she tried harder. Licking forcefully across the receiver. Running her tongue all around the end of it each time the fuck stroke brought it to her mouth. Her tongue soon thick with saliva, trails of spit attaching to the phone and dragging back to her round boobs, so that now the insides of her tits were wet with her drool.

“I know you want to suck it, slut. I know you want to take it in your mouth.”

There was a click over the line, and then a small voice.

“Hello?”

Melanie heard her 4 year-old’s voice just as the receiver reached her open mouth, and she licked it with a loud wet slurp. The pullback gave her a moment.

“Jimmy!” She called. The malevolent deity fucking her ripe breasts threatened with its dark visage, so Melanie continued to lick and suck the phone each time it came to her mouth. Her drool had gotten to be quite plentiful. A wide slick trail stretched from her chin to the valley of her cleavage. Dozens of glistening ropes of spit.

“Mommy is that you? What is that funny sound?” Melanie’s wet lip smacking and sucking sounded throughout the dingy first floor landing.

“Tell him his mommy is a slut!” The resonant voice seemed to sound directly inside her ears. The beast leered at her savagely, so as the phone popped back out of her mouth, Melanie spoke.

“ <suck> <slurp> Honey, your mommy is a slut.” The light sing song tone that was Melanie’s natural conversing voice did not satisfy the evil being. It wanted emotion. It bared malformed, jutting fangs at her, then seemed to glance at the receiver. Threatening her son?

“Mommy what is a srut?” The 4-year old voice piped softly.

“<suck> <lick> Mommy is a fucking SLUT, baby. Mommy’s a juicy wet whore!” This is what the demon wanted. The evil thing formed its face into a snarl. More tears flowed across the girl’s beautiful cheeks.

“What is frudding? What is srut? When are you coming home mommy?”

“Mommy wants FUCKED! <suck> <slersp> Slam me like a SLUT while my little boy listens! I want to get pounded like a whore <suck> <slurp> until I scream.” Melanie arched her back, thrusting her bulky breasts forward. She began kneading the sides of her boobs, and pushing them up and down in rhythm with the phone fucking her cleavage. Her hips began to gyrate against the quasi-phone booth she was sitting upon.

“Mommy wants FUCKED with that thing! <suck> <lick> Fuck me, I’m a FUCKING SLUT! I want it!” She looked deep into the infernal eyes of her assailant. Though frightened by the intensity there, she held the sexual glare. Her teeth clenched and she pursed her lips, her nostrils flared with the look of wanton desire.

“Mommy are you dancing?” Jimmy asked; quite puzzled by the weird way his mom was talking.

“Come on, fuck me like a real slut! <suck> <slurp> Fuck my brains out so my little boy can hear me moan like a whore. <suck> <lick> Honey, mommy is a fucking cunt baby! Mommy wants it to fuck up inside her! <suck> <slersp> Listen to mommy get fucked deep!”

With terrible ferocity the monster yanked the receiver from between her breasts with a loud wet noise (since Melanie’s big boobs were now sopping with her saliva). Melanie watched in horror, as it moved the phone to her crotch. No! No, no, no. Please don’t do it! But she could not say anything. She knew the demon could harm her child if it decided to.

“Mommy you’re making me scared.” Jimmy more faint now with distance.

The remains of her spandex were ripped away, leaving the hard bodied babe completely naked. The hard black phone piece was against her outer pussy lips. Slick with her drool. Please, the dancer prayed, just leave me alone! But she knew it was not to be so. She had no choice.

“DO IT! SHOVE IT IN ME! I’M A GODDAMN SLUT, I WANT IT! GIVE ME ALL OF IT!”

Wham! The devil jammed it in. Ramming through her labia, entering her vaginal canal. Stretching her pussy painfully.

“AAGHHHHHH!” Melanie followed her genuine scream with a couple wracked intakes of breath, then whimpers. It was no longer necessary to act dirty. The forceful penetration brought a flood of valid anguish. The upper portion of the phone was in her, the earpiece. The devil twisted it around inside her. Clockwise, then back again. It rubbed around her pussy walls, punching against her G-spot.

To her own shock, Melanie felt her clit grow erect, pushing out of its hood. Was she really a fucking dirty slut after all? The panicking girl thought to herself.

“…mommy…” Little Jimmy’s voice came muffled from inside her pussy. Audible only when the phone was turned so that the earpiece was faced up under her navel. She could not hear him when it twisted around the other way inside her. She saw that the mouthpiece was yet outside her cunny, and she knew what would please Satan.

“<moan> Come on, I’m a fucking slut, give it to me! Deeper! <moan> I want ALL of it! I want my baby to hear me scream from a REAL fuck!”

Then for the first time Melanie noticed the large medical needle it now held in its hand. It looked long and sharp and nasty - about 9 inches long! The needle growing thicker along its length, as thick as her smallest finger at it’s midpoint! With complete horror she was helpless to but watch the evilness plunge the tip into her clit.

“AAGHHHHHHH!” Melanie screamed with the pain of all hell. The needle emerged, piercing her clit through. Then pushing further so that the piercing was skewered upon wider and wider portions of the needle.

PUNCH! Satan rammed the entire phone inside Melanie’s twisting jerking body. The girl gagged from shock, then let out a steady wail, which grew higher in pitch as the creature pushed deeper. It’s hand yet clasped the lower part of the phone, so the elite dancer’s pussy stretched and stretched, now getting fisted by the huge behemoth as well. Deeper. Deeper. Melanie went into spastic convulsions, her tits shaking and her legs kicking.

Deeper, half the giant’s forearm up inside between her legs, still twisting the phone around and around as it smashed through her cervix and into her womb. The redheaded babe’s eyes bulged. Veins jumped along her temple and forehead and neck. The terrible strain upon her body sending waves of pain and shock throughout her body and brain.

Melanie’s tight hard washboard abs displayed the inexorable progress of the gargantuan’s arm as it pushed deeper and deeper inside her own body. Up to it’s elbow now! Her pussy lips now stretched double that any human baby could during childbirth. Now past the elbow! The steel coiled phone cord running up into her as the phone went further and further.

The receiver was at her neck! The monster’s tremendous bicep now plunged into her. Deeper, deeper, the phone going up the girl’s throat from the inside, deforming her neck in it’s progress. Melanie’s sparkled green eyes rolled up into their sockets. Her body twisted and jerked as if electric jolts were going through it. Then Satan had her completely, her pussy at his shoulder. The entire length of his massive muscled arm violating her lithe form.

The phone receiver pushed partly out her mouth. The earpiece portion jutting from her lips beneath her now unseeing eyes.

***

“If you’d like to make a call, please hang up and dial again.” The middle aged feminine monotone sounded in the first floor foyer. All else was quiet. Melanie’s unmoving body atop the phone booth unit.

“If you’d like to make a call, please hang up and dial again.”

HERESY
Keren walked briskly down the ancient street. Her black clothing, the draping that identified her as a nun, weighed heavily upon her, seeming to intentionally retard her progress. Passing across an alleyway, she drew a pair of shrill whistles. Though the cloth was loose and baggy about her body, the sheer size of her bust made it impossible to disguise. The black smock hung downwards off her breasts like a cliff face.

The young Nun stepped quickly away from the group of earthy youths and onto the next avenue. She had arrived at The Prophets, or Hanevim in the Hebrew. Keren’s habit did sufficiently hide away the long athletic legs that propelled her tirelessly in her cloggy shoes. Rapping on the stone streets.

It was a partly cloudy day over Jerusalem. The fiery sun stabbing through holes in the sky, the rays of light dragging across the city like bright scimitars. Keren, whose name meant “ray of light” in Hebrew, walked through a large moving sunbeam. Her youthful brow furrowed with dark confusion.

She reached the church. Ringed with a fence of elaborate steel spears pointing skywards. The large ancient stones of its construction seemed to swallow the sounds around them, hold the sounds in their bellies. To release them again in the night as whispers.

Inside, Keren moved down the center of the cathedral.

“Father, I must speak to Father Moy.” Keren spoke softly to the first figure she reached. Clearly, the girl was troubled. Sweat ran down her beautiful young face, which was flushed from the exertion of nearly running the distance to her destination. Her massive breasts heaved mightily. The large round shapes pushing her plain black smock upwards and out from her body.

“He is taking confession now.”

“Then I must make confession now!” Keren hurried to the wooden kiosk that he nodded towards. He watched after the troubled Nun, as she worked her hips and buttocks to quickly move further into the structure.

Father Moy heard someone enter his confessional, though he was somewhat distracted by the 7 year old girl on her knees before him. His cock pushed into her little mouth, in then out of her beautiful face. She struggled against the oral rape, but the powerful priest easily controlled her tiny body. Forcing himself deeper.

“Father Moy?” Who was this angelic female voice in his confessional? Tossing aside the anonymity of the confessional?

“Yes?” Moy continued pumping into the 7-year-old’s mouth, which was warm and wonderfully wet. Sinking the cockhead into her tight throat. Her pitiable resistance became more frantic as her air was cut off. The strong man held her against his crotch, the child’s cries for help stoppered by the penis pistoning into her voice box.

“This is Sister Keren, from Syria. I must talk to you please about the scrolls recently acquired from Iraq.”

He felt how soft the child’s hair was, as he rammed her head upon his member. Soft gags could be heard from the tiny girl. His pleasure mounting from the delicious cock sucking he was receiving.

“You sound very troubled my child.”

“Yes”, Keren continued. “The other two translators working with me took ill, they are both very old. So I worked on alone. I…I began reading all the pages.”

“You were instructed to translate every third page, were you not.” The disobedient wench! The priest slammed harder into the little girl’s throat. Her suffocating gags sounding in his confessional booth. Then her struggling ended, and he continued to fuck into the now limp child’s face. She would twitch slightly from time to time. Then his cum load blasted into her gullet. Moving her tiny head back and forward over his cock, he fucked her sweet sweet mouth and tight throat. His thick sperm streamed down her neck and into the dead 7-year-old’s little belly. He came for about a minute straight, then pulled his slimy dick from the wet mouth.

“Are you still there Sister Keren?” He put the dead girl in the corner of the booth. Just one more missing person among the thousands each year. He could clean out the trash later.

“Yes Father, I am.” Filled with guilt and profound confusion, Keren had not registered the small sounds of the young child’s cock sucking murder.

As instructed, Keren followed the massive priest out of confessional back into private chambers. Keren marveled at the physical dimensions of Father Moy. Near 7 feet tall! Meanwhile, he was equally taken by the young Nun. Very beautiful! Her bust pushing out the front and sides of her habit, while her hips and legs must be slim indeed as they were invisible behind the black cloth hanging to the floor off her big tits.

Once they reached a spartan chamber and Father Moy turned towards her, Keren could wait no longer. Her words spilled from her like she was bursting to let them out.

“Father, the scrolls from Iraq, they concern…”

“Slow down my child, I can barely understand you.” Indeed her plumb breasts were heaving like a pair of balloons on a stormy sea.

“They tell of the Roman Emperor confiscating the leadership of our faith by declaring himself a Pope. They note that other Christian theologians were silenced and never heard from again throughout the empire over a very short period of time.”

“These are hostile scribes from outside our religion, my dear.”

“More importantly, they contain the description of the Roman Emperor’s destruction of the most basic law of God and Jesus. The worship of idols. It is the rite of Satan to transfer faith from the living to unliving carvings.”

Trying to calm the excited young lady, Moy placed his meaty hand upon her shoulder. “Christianity has nearly eradicated the practice of idol worship wherever we have been able to reach.”

“No, we haven’t.” With those words Keren points a shaking arm at the large sculpture of Jesus upon the cross that was on the wall. An elaborate kneeling station was beneath it for worship.

Moy tightened his grip upon her shoulder. “We need to calm you down, Sister Keren. Please come with me.”

Keren sensed something wrong, and twisted out from under his grip. The resistance infuriated Moy. Grabbing Keren by the neck with one arm, he lifted her off the floor and slammed her against the wall. Choking sounds from her strangled throat. Veins immediately bulged at her temples and forehead. Her arms and legs moving without purpose, her shock showing in Keren’s wide eyes.

Moy enjoyed the look on her face. He also enjoyed the feeling off power over her. Perhaps he would demonstrate that power, and see more off this hot fucking Nun. With his free hand, he roughly swiped her headgear off her head, and was wonderfully surprised as long silky red hair cascaded freely down past her neck, past her shoulders, to her waist.

“Oh Sister Keren, you are delicious.” He leaned forward, and from his mouth snaked out his tongue. Longer and longer! 5 inches of the pink muscle, then 10 inches, then 15! It licked over Keren’s closed lips. Keren also squeezed her eyes closed when the tongue mopped across them.

Moy roughly grabbed her tit through the Nun’s heavy clothing. Oh, the huge fleshy orb! How could a breast so big also be so firm? Keren gasped at the sexual act, and the tongued speared into her mouth.
It tasted Keren’s tongue, which tried to hide. Moved all about inside her mouth. Pushed deeply, touching the entrance to her throat.

Keren could not cry out. Her throat being squeezed by an unimaginably powerful hand, and now an impossibly long tongue now working itself down her constricted neck!

Then Moy used his free hand again. Taking hold of the front of Keren’s clothing, he ripped away. The strong cloth held a moment, pulled taught against her back and buttocks and legs, then began to tear. The tear started right in the center of her bosom, ripping vertically up towards the neck of the garment, and down towards beautiful Keren’s waist. Keren’s plain bra became exposed, with an expansive amount of breast flesh which the bra could not contain. The tops of her tits like half globes pushed up by her bra. Indeed, her belly and waist proved to be as slim as expected as her clothing tore further to her waistline.

Desperate, Keren thrust her fingers into Moy’s eyes. It worked! Moy dropped her, bringing his own hands to his eyes. His serpent like tongue retracted into his mouth. With her clothing tore open, breasts bouncing within their bra cups, Keren dashed for the door. Stopped to take hold the elaborate handle. Each moment awaiting Moy to take hold of her from behind. She turned the heavy handle. The door opened heavily. A dry hissing sounded behind her, but she could not bring herself to turn and look back. She was then through the door and in the hall.

Taking no heed of her boobs doing a sexy disco dance, Keren ran blindly. She did not remember exactly the way back, but wanted to reach the main cathedral, where there were other Fathers. She prayed that God would guide her.

*****

“Why was she not taken care of years ago?” The Head of the Church was asking Moy.

“She is extremely gifted translating the Arabic scrolls. She doesn’t realize, but she has given us good fixes on the birth areas of the next two prophets. We are in good position for the next 150 years.”

Isolating and neutralizing prophets of the Lord was of course the highest priority. The Church must remain the only proclaimed voice of God. The locating and handling of the prior prophet in Eastern Europe in 1943 had taken such drastic action as to nearly expose the extent of Satan’s direct power on earth.

Moy continued. “We have had her since age 3. We have administered narcotics through her diet continuously since then. There is no way that the Holy Spirit has spoken to her.”

“Then what is she doing?”

“She has found the truth on her own, without Holy guidance.” Moy saw his master’s eyes harden.

“A prophet not needing Holy visitation…take her out immediately! An insane asylum will not be adequate, lobotomize her.” The slaying of prophets always had severe effects, most often magnifying their power as Angels. The recourse was to render them lifeless, then await them to die naturally.

“She is still within our walls. The other priests are searching. She must have gotten lost, because she hasn’t made for the exits as expected.

*****

Keren was lost. Halls and doors and stairwells. Then a door opened into a pantry. Several young nuns were here! As each saw the shaken figure, they one by one fell silent to look at her. Keren then realized her bra and bosom were exposed by her torn habit!

Keren closed the door behind her. “Please I need some help.”

Minutes later, the others found it hard to believe the matter concerning Father Moy. Yet a large man must have made the bruises along Keren’s neck. Keren noticed young Sister Tali fingering the silver crucifix she wore as a necklace.

“Tali, Jesus did not wear silver, he never wore gold. He carried no emblem of God. There IS NO emblem of God. To worship him you must look inside yourself.”

“Why do you say these things Sister Keren?” Sister Miri asked. Sisters Orit, Sapir, and Inbal looked on.

“You do God’s will so that you may enter into His Heaven, am I right?” Keren asked, and Orit nodded.

“Don’t you see that to do a good thing, it must be done without thought of reward? It is Satan’s trick to teach you to seek out the reward of Heaven. It must be given to you as a gift, not as a wage of labor.”

The door to the pantry burst inwards suddenly. Father Moy with several other priests burst inside the room. He surveyed the scene. Keren, with her clothes seductively torn, showing her great chest. Her fellow young Nuns Sisters Sapir, Tali, Inbal, Orit and Miri also occupied the chamber.

“They have been too long with her. They must all be taken care of.” Moy spoke in a voice devoid of emotion, causing some unease in a few of the Sister’s. Keren was terrified upon seeing them, and stepped backwards away. The horrible transformations that followed were enough to send a person into insanity, as each priest became a demon. Of different color, amongst them appeared fangs, horns, mandibles, claws, tails, tusks, spikes and talons. Their religious garb fell to pieces as the demons grew too large. Largest of them all was Moy, a sickly bright yellow skin color, his curved horns upon his head scraped against the ceiling more than 20’ above the floor.

The Sisters screamed in horror and panic as the beasts closed upon them.

A green scaly demon sporting a rhino like horn out the center of his forehead, crashed towards a fleeing Sisters Inbal and Tali. Tali saw out the corner of her eye the Rhino horn emerge from the breast of Inbal beside her, covered in blood. More blood splashed out Inbal’s mouth. Tali cried and screamed as her friend was tossed to the floor and trampled. Suddenly in a corner of the room, Tali turned to see two hellish creatures approaching her with evil grins.

Sapir watched as a mantis like demon closed its mandibles about her waist. Forelimbs smaller than its massive hindlegs began ripping the girl’s black Nun attire. Then her bra was torn away, her young teardrop shaped tits were silky smooth. From between the demon’s legs grew a phallus of inhuman dimensions. As thick as an arm, it was easily 11 inches long. Sapir’s remaining clothing was torn harshly from her body. Her naked body was thrown face down over the nearest appliance. Her shapely ass jutting outwards invitingly over the edge.

Sapir’s screams of agony filled the room as the penis head pushed into her anus. The demon delighted in her agony. Wanting to push deeper. The virgin ass was tight and unyielding. The mantis demon gripped hold the counter to anchor itself. Then rammed deeper into the Nun’s anus. Fucking as deep as it could. Yet still, 6 inches of its member awaited entry. It would have to pound its way. Pulling out and fucking inwards, the massive cock tried to work deeper with each thrust into her tight Nun ass.

The demon’s spike lined tail curved up from behind and approached Sapir’s crotch. Sister Sapir felt it pushing the bony tip against her virginal pussy lips. She would have cried out No! Begged mercy. Anything. The terrible pain of the impossible cock fucking itself deeper into her ass left her without voice save for incomprehensible screams. Then the bony tail entered her cunny. Pushing inch after inch inwards. The hard bony spikes dragging against her pussy insides. It tore her virginity, going further into her body. When it reached the cervix, it felt it was deep enough to begin thrashing wildly in all directions without having it fall back out. So the demon flicked its tail back and forth, and the tail bowed side to side. Until it reached Sapir’s pussy. The increasing portion of the tail inside her thrashed like an eel out of water. Her insides were stirred like a blender.

While its demon cock rammed deeper up her small ass, 8 inches deep, then 10 inches deep. The sensations were incredible. The only real fuck is a virgin fuck. It broke the Nun’s ass hard and deep. Her screaming, spastic convulsions beneath him made the scene. It was nearing ejaculation when it noticed that Sister Sapir was bent forward over an oven. Her two boobs pressed onto the front two burners on the stovetop. The demon cackled with joy! This was going to be delicious! He held back his cum load, by slowing slightly in his fuck thrusts. Gazing at the bulges of the breasts pressed down against the stove burners.

As its hellish eyes looked over the controls for the appliance, the evilness of its thoughts surged into its penis, it expanded to a 12th inch, redoubling its width. Fucking the tight ass harder and harder, then it succeeded in sinking it all, the whole huge fucking cock, up his screaming victim’s ass.

Sapir’s eyes began to cloud with the pain filling her brain. But she saw the claw reach past her to turn the stove’s controls. She knew what the controls did. Her screaming face turned to look down at her own nude bosom, pressed against the round burners. This was difficult because each fuck thrust up her ass shoved her whole body back and forth, and the tail snaking nearly two feet up her pussy was whipping around viciously inside her. The heating element was a long circular pattern that twirled inwards, she felt its coldness against her sensitive tit flesh and nipples.

Sapir knew what was next. She knew. There was nothing she could do. She was pinned in position and helpless against her brutal rape. There was the pain of her broken virgin pussy, and her broken virgin ass. Now Sapir’s tear covered eyes watched her boobs. She saw the heating elements begin to turn red beneath her.

Sister Miri heard the screams of her sisters throughout the room. Her black habit ripped from her, a reptilian webbed claw around her neck held aloft Miri’s sexy nude body. The bluish hued demon lowered her downwards towards its cock. It was 13 inches long, corded with bulges along its length. Lowered her virginity slowly, closing the distance deliberately, so that it could drink her terror. Miri managed to grab hold her crucifix, and held it toward the demon with trembling hands.

“Yes! Yes! Pray to your idol!” The demon was charged with Miri’s desperate act, its cock grew 2 inches larger! Driven to a sexual frenzy, playtime was over. Thrusting wildly, the cock speared like a missile up between Miri’s young legs. The cock burst into her pussy, meeting her virginity two inches later. The gate shredded and the cock continued deeper. 4 inches deep. 6 inches deep. 8 inches deep. Miri felt her body being plungered. Felt each cord and bulge and knot of the dick as it stretched her pussy wide and deep.

Her head tilted back, and the reptilian loosened its claw slightly around her neck so that the melodic scream of agony issued from the violated Nun. Lifting her by the neck with its muscled arm, Sister Miri was pulled back up the long cock. Then the beast let her drop back down on it. In this manner young Miri’s virgin pussy was pounded at by the demon.

Miri’s legs and arms shook with each drop down onto the rock hard penis. Her tits swinging like ripe fruit, banging into each other and bouncing out from her chest. Her pretty face and long brunette curls bounced as well in time to the rape. Each fuck forcing a scream of pain from Miri’s lips.

“Aaghh! Aaggh! Uhhwww! Ohwwwg!” Her screams in perfect time to the rhythmic rape like a musical instrument. Miri’s eyes cried twin rivers of tears down her face.

“My dear child, I must not deny you the complete sexual experience in your brief amount of life remaining.” The reptilian said while it fucked deeper. With its other webbed claw, it grabbed hold of the wooden rolling pin it had spied on the near table. 10 inches then 12 inches of penis were fucking up the broken virgin pussy of the tiny girl.

It shoved the rolling pin into Miri’s button nose face, into her mouth. She choked on it, and her fuck screams were muffled wetly by it. Three fuck screams later, the demon removed it from her gullet. Then placed the now saliva coated club to her tight virgin ass. It braced the bottom end of the rolling pin against the tabletop.

“Say ahhh”

With one claw on her neck, it wrapped the other completely around her small waist. Miri was jammed downwards onto the rolling pin, and it rocketed up her ass. Just as the creature managed finally to completely impale the youngest nun on his own love pole. All 15 inches of cock meat pounded into her. Fucking her body in a violent rape. Sister Miri’s juices were running inside the pussy, making each 15-inch thrust exquisitely pleasurable. The demon quickened its pace. The massive prick a blur ramming into the girl.

Miri’s screams raised octave after octave as the wooden log pummeled up her ass. Deeper and deeper. Until only the opposite handle of the rolling pin jutted from her ass. The hell spawn squeezed off Miri’s windpipe. Her screams were wondrous, but it wanted to listen to its ejaculation now. Continuing to hold her down with the rolling pin all up her ass, its fucking cock made moist wet noises with each fuck thrust up the Nun’s pussy.

With clenched fangs, cum rocketed into the virgin. The dick rammed and jammed the cumshots into her womb. Spurt after spurt like hose blasts pounded thick syrupy sperm into her deepest insides. Miri’s eyes bulged from the strangulation. Her face flushing, veins pulsing on her forehead. The demon squeezed her neck harder as it thrust its cum seed between her thin legs.


Sister Sapir writhed and screamed beneath the fucking mantis demon. Her plumb breasts now sizzling loudly as they cooked. Her tremulous screams were deemed by her rapist to be the best of all the girls’ screams. It was balling itself up her ass. Her shaking in horrid pain increased the pleasure of its fuck thrusts. With its spiked tail twisting and turning inside the Nun’s pussy, it let loose its cum load finally. Firing up her ass. Each thrust launching the thick rich cream deep into her.

The demon’s climaxes caused it too suddenly straighten out its tail, inside the rape victim’s pussy! It thrust out straightly, fully 20 inches up her vagina. Sapir felt it all. Her tender breasts boil and burn, the cum fire up her ass, the spiked tail spearing up her cunt. She felt all of her torture that could only originate in hell. She suffered the beasts orgasm, its cum flowing endlessly between her tight ass cheeks, deep inside her broken ass.

Keren emerged out the small door onto a terrace high above the city below. Her short flight out the back of the pantry was done with the echoes of her sister’s crying screams, and the wet sounds of their rapes in her ears. There were no other exits from the open aired terrace, unless she meant to fly! Fearfully, she hugged her arms across herself against the wind. Perhaps none of the demons would follow her. They all seemed engaged with the other Nuns. It was a selfish hope. But it was all she had. She was trapped.

Then the upper torso of the Moy demon emerged in the doorway!

“There is my precious!”

It made its way with difficulty through the door. The creature was 20’ tall and 10’ across at its massive muscled shoulders. Bearing bull’s horns atop a goat head, the bright yellow demon smiled down at Sister Keren’s fragile frame. It was supremely heavily muscled throughout its body, it legs, chest, arms, midsection. Ripped with huge sinewy flesh. It looked as if it could lift the castle if it wanted!

The beast had a penis of size equivalent to its mass. As thick as Keren’s two shapely legs together, it was more then 3 feet in length. Curved slightly like a banana, it was pointing skywards in erection.

“We have something unfinished between us, don’t we Sister Keren?” The hulking 20’ being stepped toward a cowering Keren, who was near 5 and a half feet tall in her shoes, her height up to the demon’s knees. She looked with anguish up at the massive member, whose base at the demon’s crotch was more than 6 feet above her head. Grabbing Keren by her long red hair, she was lifted easily with one arm into the air.

Upwards the muscled arm lifted her. The thick strong thighs of the creature passed before her eyes. Then the massive basketball sized testicles. And finally the thick shaft of its weapon. Then she was dangled in the air with her face level with the bowling ball sized cock head. Keren’s feet treaded air nearly five feet above the terrace flooring. Thick pre cum ooze was leaking out the dick, beginning slowly to run down the underside of the head of the prick.

“You did want a closer look didn’t you?” And the beast laughed down at her.

“You have never seen male juice have you? Hell, you’ve never seen cock! I can tell by your eyes!” Again the massive goat head guffawed at her, buffeting her with rancid breath. The agony of her hair pulling out by its roots was building. Keren’s painful squirming only made it worse.

“Then it is time for introductions…Sister Keren, meet my cock which is going to fuck your pussy past bursting with every inch of its size.” Keren’s face was pushed into the disgusting thing. She held her hands palms forward as if to ward it away, but when she contacted the cock, she pulled her hands back. Reluctant to touch it. Her pretty face was mashed into the trail of slimy pre cum, then rubbed against the sticky cock head. When she was pulled back, strands of the syrup as thick as ropes clung to her face. Keren’s beautiful features were turned in revulsion. The goo was all over her face.

“Feel how slick and slippery it is? What do think its purpose to be?” Again the laughter. Then its attention turned to Keren’s torn open clothing. The inside of each big tit was visible, forming a deep cleavage that plunged into her bra. The demon’s other giant clawed hand (big enough to wrap completely around her torso) came at her, fingers splayed so as to grab. It took hold her Nun’s habit with the intent to finish what it had started earlier today.

Ripping sounded as her smock was rended and shredded off her form. Keren’s huge plump melons in their bra were violently uncovered. It was a plain bra, but on Keren’s chest, it was a marvelous sight. Also exposed was her conservative undergarment covering her lower body. The best part of the rape was the look on her face. The pain from more and more of her red hair pulling out, plus the humiliation of being stripped, and the fear of the threatened sexual assault. Keren’s nipples were hardened and extended against her will. First making points into her bra, then as they grew larger, actually tenting the material.

The Moy demon shook Keren like a doll, just to watch that bosom jump up and down. The Nun’s sleek sexy legs also shook very nicely, providing views of the hard calves and thighs. Moy remembered the monastery in Syria had no automobile. Keren surely walked many miles each week just to complete chores. Damn those legs sure showed it! Shaped like Barbie Doll legs!

A thumb as large as Keren’s head started roughly rubbing against the defrocked Nun’s chest. Pressing the big breasts, playing with them. After a couple minutes of this, the claw of the thumb reached under the bra material, and sliced it away. The bra fluttered over the edge of the terrace to descend slowly towards the city street many stories below.

As the hideous creature took hold of her by wrapping a prehensile hand around her waist and releasing her hair to fall down over her shoulders, reaching for her waist with its red length, Keren found some strength to resist.

“I know God, and I know that you can not harm me.” The demon was again rubbing his thumb into her (now bare) breasts. It liked the way the nipples were so hard! Like buttons at the end of her tits. It smiled a malevolent fanged smile at her.

“I suspect you know more of God than we realized, but I suspect I know more of ‘Harm’ than you realize. HAHAHA” With that it ripped away the last of her garments, revealing the virgin pelvis of the young Nun. Keren’s hips were only slightly wider than the monstrous cock that quivered in front of her!

The young lady had been held aloft now for several minutes, with the precipitous fall of several stories close by with the ending of the terrace. The wind of such high height blew across her completely nude body. She felt the sweat of the hot meaty flesh where the demon fingers wrapped abound her. It was all disorienting, her mind growing faint.

Then the rotten exhale of the beast brought her back to a sharp focus. Though it was clear as it repositioned her that she would rather not be seeing what was next.

“It’s time to take my love baby!” The horrid pole like cock was pressed in between her two legs, forcing them far apart.

“No No! Oh God No! Please!” Keren’s desperate plight drove her into panic. The bulbous head pressed against her vagina. The size scale was ridiculously out of whack. Yet the demon pressed against her. It’s bright yellow abdominal muscles tensed and clenched, as did its massive arm that was holding Keren’s flailing body in place. Pushing harder. 50 pounds pressure, than 100, then more.

“This is the good part baby Nun! Really my favorite!” Pain shot from her groin, Keren threw her head wildly back in a piercing scream. Her body jerked and convulsed. The virgin Nun’s pussy opened, opened slowly wider. Wider than any birth could stretch it. Her legs kicked in agony to each side, while Moy licked his lips, watching his hard cockhead ease torturously into his sweet toy.

Oh how she screamed! Incredible! Legs kicking, arms flailing, back arching, and those tits! Those juicy melons jumping and swinging in her agony! Moy was close to cumming just as he ripped into her, but that would not do. No way. No ‘quickie’ was good enough for his Keren. She deserved a real fucking on the day she lost her virginity.

He began to slowly impale her on his maleness. Pushing into her, distending her body as it moved itself up though her pussy. She was so tight! Keren soon ran out of breath, her screams expelled it all. Leaving her gasping greedily to fill her lungs. The heaving expanded her tits in an awesome display, and the desperate noises of her struggling respiration were also pleasing to the ear. Deeper, stopping at 12 inches penetration. Stopping only to begin the fuck process.

Wet sounds from Keren’s crotch. Her virginity long dead now. Her pussy ruined, being destroyed further as the demon began to piston into her. Moy took hold her head with its free hand, so that he could look into her eyes. Holding it gently between thumb and index finger (so as not to crush it by mistake), he saw her entrance to hell in her eyes. His fuck thrusts pushing her body back and forward.

Ramming near one third his length into her. Feeling inside her body with his prick. So delightful. Grunting now with pleasure, as Keren found strength to scream more. Grunting like an animal with each inward push. Faster. Feeling his crown and shaft harden in preparation for his orgasm.

“Oh my Nun! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum baby!” Ramming deepest yet, further by far, to fire his load into the core of his Fuck Nun. 15 inches went into her, 18 inches between her legs. Up inside. Pumping her. Fucking her like a tiny doll.

His hot load erupted like a volcano. Surging like a molten river. Hosing her insides with the thick syrupy goop. Moy watched her mouth, expecting some of it to wash out the other end of her. The first cum load hit her insides like a baseball bat. Then she felt the second cum shot pound into her. Her cunny sounded wetly, pussy lips smacking with each fuck.

“Uugghhh! Yeaahhh!” The bright hued demon pounded on. The bitch’s small tight body coaxing cum and cum and cum out of him. He was shaking in joy. Tremors of purest pleasure flowing through his dick in great orgasm. Keren felt the cum inside her, inflating her like a balloon. The sperm poured back out her pussy, adding to the slippery wetness of the fucking rape. Her legs were soon coated with the opaque white semen.

“Yeaagghh! Take it bitch!” The height of orgasm for the demon. Moy dropped to his knees, his grip loosened on the girl that was his cock sleeve, his happy member dipping below the horizontal in contentment. Keren had gone limp several minutes before. Now she began to slide off the soaked cock. The goat beast didn’t notice at first. Then she was sliding faster, sliding right off him.

“NO!” Lunging for her. Too late.

Keren’s broken naked body toppled over the edge of the terrace. Falling in a slow tumble towards the street far below.

She reached the wall of spears, crashing down upon them. Three of them skewering her midsection. The force of her fall driving them completely through her. She fell all the way to the ground, the 10-foot spears running red above her.

A mother with her daughter dropped her sack of groceries and screamed. Keren heard her. She lifted her head, feeling the terrible pain of her disembowelment. Her eyes met those of the little girl, who was staring back at her. While the mother stood in complete shock, the child approached Keren as if there was something that she could do.

Drawing close and taking hold Keren’s trembling hand as the Nun suffered her last few moments. Keren spoke, her voice soft. So that the mother, only a couple feet away, was unable to hear.

“Do good…” She rasped, blood spilling from her mouth.

“Do good without thought of reward.” Then Keren moved no more.

The mother grabbed the child and forcibly led her away. The youngster had heard Keren’s words. And being very young had understood. The message of God had been loosed.

Space Babes 1 and 2 are through t-sade's link

Space Babes
chapter 3 "Sperm Planet"
By TDM
original scifi tales of big busted babes
this is a continuation of the Space Babes story in scifi (old section)

capttdmiller@aol.com (please email comments)

LT. Pomy stood over the East Indian goddess, admiring her supple curves. It had been with a loud SLURP! that the disguised Space Marine had pulled the girl's head out of the beast. Brains and gooey gore from the melted alien dripped still upon Konjit. Greasy bits covered her good looks. An eyeball on an extended cord fell into Konjit's open and gasping mouth. It was partly smashed and leaking retinal fluid. Inside Konjit's mouth it rolled on her tongue a moment then got caught in a desperate breath intake and went down her throat. The retinal cord stretched out her mouth back up to the blasted carcass in its perch near the ceiling. Clumps of gore fell upon her, yellow, green, creamy slimes all streamed over her face, into her hair, over her great tits.

Looking at the disgusting mess, Pomy addressed her again quietly. "Sorry about this, but I had to blast it right away. It was about to bite your head off for sure. Lucky for us my shot missed you inside there, but I had a good idea where you where. I could see your shoulders." At this Pomy's gaze again drifted to the beautiful shoulders, chest, and along the rest of Konjit's body. Tentacles as thick as 2 liter bottles, though dead and unmoving, were still jammed into the cinnamon princess. Good Lord! They must be in there a good foot or two at least! Maybe three feet deep into her sprawled, tight body.

Pomy put her blaster down and tried tugging on the tentacle wedged up the girls' ass about a half mile. Ughh! It was tight. She's have to brace her legs against something and try harder to get it out.

"Look. I blasted the other one back there, but we still have to move fast. I'm not just talking about those monsters, we are both in a bad position. This attack on you was planned." Konjit's choked gasping was slowly getting some air to her tortured lungs. Pomy took a moment to pull out a combat knife. She sawed at the thick membranes that stretched tautly back to the creature's eye socket from Konjit's open mouth. They were rubbery and tough at the same time, but she managed to cut through. With another gasp, Konjit sucked down the long portion of the retinal cord attached to the squished eyeball in her belly. Other pieces of brains and gore fell into her mouth to be spastically swallowed. Finally the dusty skinned beauty opened her eyes.

"Good to see you." Pomy lied. Goo and gore were all over Konjits eyes. "I can't get these things out of you, I'll just cut them for now. I promise somehow we'll get them pulled out of your insides. I don't imagine you can walk, I'll carry you."


Meanwhile, in a star system not too far away...

Wede's giant breasts heaved with the effort of drawing in breath. It was close and stifling and thick in the tiny submarine, the air like molasses. Sweat trickled down her ebon neck into the tight valley of her jet-black tits. The saffron wispy-thin wrap stretched around her mountainous globes was soaked and pasted onto her skin. The humid heat had puffed Wede's dime diameter nipples outward more than an inch in their painfully stiff erections, where they tented the flimsy material of her top. Her breasts felt heavy and full. In fact they were terribly overfull. The medication she had taken to mislead the target's DNA scanners had the side effect of producing incredible amounts of lactic milk within her. Wede's already huge rack was swollen even more and more... very nearly to bursting! It was a bit uncomfortable; as soon as this mission was complete she would definitely get one of those mammary pumps and relieve this pressure.

The heat was near to unbearable despite Wede's midriff being bare, and the extreme shortness of the tissue like sarong that was the match to her top. Her dark skin glistened in the instrument lights of her small craft. Out her view screens, all that could be seen was pasty whiteness. The liquid she navigated now was a semi-solid viscous mass. It was an ocean of sperm.

"God Damn Matinicus!" Wede muttered. This was supposed to be an easy 'lift' job because the pirate was a known powder user. This damn harem girl outfit was nearly the same as being nude; the experienced super agent was pissed to stoop to this level. Several loads of shit in the ventilation system later, and Martinicus's ship is exploding, the data cube she needs to get is going planet fall into a planet of God Damn Sperm, and she's stuck weaponless wearing two miniscule strips of tissue paper!

The engines whined in protest as she dived deeper, following the beacon emitting from the info cube. The hull groaned from the pressure of the one mile depth under dense clumpy cum. Wede's mind raced with images of what it would be like when it all imploded in on her, tons of pressure. Crushed to a pulp by limitless semen! Her cherry red hair was damp and matted against the back of her neck and shoulders down to near her waist. She licked salty perspiration from her lips. The depth gauge shattered. More groans from the shell of her dive-pod. Was that a small splintering noise? From where? A crystal clear high heel shoe pressed on the dive pedal. The 2-inch lift under the ball of the foot pushing the vessel deeper. The 8-inch pointed tip under her heel, stretching her ankle diagonally, was useless for operating machinery. Goddamn harem outfit!

It was with tremendous relief that the midnight skinned beauty turned back to the surface, the info cube locked in the mechanical arms of the sub. Then the power fizzled and was gone. After several heartbeats, Wede realized she was still floating to the surface. She worked her tight muscular legs against the rudder pedals, clenching her strong calves and sculptured thighs. Her sarong had ridden up to her trim hips in her pilot seat so that even her hard round glutes could be seen exercising powerfully. Flapping the rudder brought the sub to the surface, riding on momentum in the now powerless vehicle.

With a loud Shlorp! sound from outside, she knew she had reached the surface. Popping the overhead hatch brought bright green sunlight and fresh atmosphere. Wede climbed up and looked around. She was only about a quarter mile from land! A rocky ridge that she recognized led to where she had left the Lander. Along the shore was a herd of indigenous animals. Bluish canine like things. They congregated on the shore, then waded into the cum a bit and started humping each other. What an absurd eco-system! Wede thought.

Hact 4 was larger then Earth and covered nearly 96% by actual cum. Evidently life here coupled normally, but the white oceans of jism played a role in reproduction. Where did all the sperm come from? No one had gotten to the bottom of that, and Wede did not intend to investigate!

Wede climbed out onto the jism slippery deck, her spiked heels threatening to skid on the slick surface and send her into the white sea. Her firm volleyball sized tits jostling with the movement. She ran her delicate fingers through her long luxurious hair, separating it from her cooling skin. With her hands up on each side of her head, her already upright balloons lifted and protruded out farther. Along with the arch to her back as she 'finger combed' her scarlet mane, the massive tits threatened to burst the material of her wrap. Her tight belly drew in further, slightly delineating her bottom ribs, and accentuating her abdominal muscles. Then the sexy Nigress shook her head, billowing out her lovely hair in the slight breeze. This also caused her rack to shake side to side, a bobbing that continued for some time after she again set her head to see a way to shore.

Swimming was right out. Sure she could do it. She was in prime physical condition, less than 4% body fat. Reason one was that it would mean swimming in sperm. Reason two was that she was reasonably sure there was life of either hostile or even more likely horny disposition dwelling in the cum. Row to shore! That was the answer! The one-person pod was small enough that she could straddle the curved top of it and her legs could dip into the splooge on either side. By kicking backwards with both legs at the same time, she could paddle forward.

Wede spread her legs into a split and sat onto the sticky-slippery jizzy covered sub, her long long legs stretched wide. Her vagina sounded wetly into the cummy mess. Slowly, the black babe dipped her high-heeled shoes into the glumpy cream. Bit by bit, until her spread-eagled legs were in to mid calf. It felt warm and squishy and thick. Several awkward tries proved that it was just too slippery on the deck. Her semen soaked crotch slid all over the place allowing her no traction to kick - row. Then she spotted the periscope. It was in the fully retracted position but still stuck up out of the deck about 15 inches. It was solid plastasteel pipe, about 4 inches in diameter, though much thicker in places as bolts and sockets and whatnot raised out from it. The top of it was the classic curved lens housing, which Wede estimated to be slightly larger than a man's fist.

She tried to hold on to the periscope and swing her legs, but again was ineffectual. The periscope itself was slippery as greased lightning. She pulled herself so that the periscope nestled into her crotch while she remained straddled across the craft. It was a good rest position, but she soon discovered the pressure against her long ignored clit was most pleasurable. How long had it been? Two months? Three? Had she actually been looking forward to coupling with the drugged up Matinicus? Was she going to do the deed with him, then steal his treasure? She found herself rubbing against the periscope assembly. Her clit aroused and reared itself from its sheath. The swollen nub sticking out a good two inches at least, as wide as a thimble. God it ached. She rubbed herself, gyrating against the hard tubing.

The sudden appearance of a whale like creature about a mile off to her left startled the girl. It was the size of about a dozen city blocks, but submerged into the goo soup a moment later. Wede thought it was headed away from her, but the reverie was broken. She has to get going! Her desperate clit had given her an idea though. She could sit onto the periscope apparatus! It had been even longer since she had been penetrated...what, three or four YEARS? Eyeing the fist sized lens housing gave her second thoughts though, it was enormous. Scooping up sperm from the deck with her hand, she ladled it onto the periscope. It oozed slowly down the sides. She ladled a second and a third handful onto what had already been there. It was greased up good now.

Wede squatted over the device, drawing her sarong aside so she could see to guide it to her pussy lips. She had difficulty seeing past her giant tits and had to jostle them in order to be able to view her own midsection. She felt again the extreme discomfort of her milk inflated breasts. Just touching them caused pain, she would have to be careful for they indeed felt on the edge of bursting!

She sat upon it gently, ever so steadily allowing more pressure to build. It wasn't going in. Or maybe she was holding back? What happened next seemed to occur in slow motion. Wede saw it seemingly one frame at a time. Her left spiky high-heel slipped on the cummy sub. Her sexy leg shot outward to the side. A moment later her right heel did likewise, and she was desperately supporting her weight by her hands wrapped around the periscope shaft. Thick cum oozed from between her slender black fingers. She tried to maintain her balance long enough to get her feet back underneath her. She failed. Her thin arms were stong enough but the shaft was just too slick, her grip failed and she plummeted down.

AAghhhhhhhhh!" She screamed, arching her back in pain. Her tits bounced wildly. Fiery agony shot through her midsection, filling her with suffering that refused to diminish. She had taken just more than 6 inches inside her. It was hard and ungiving within her vaginal walls, pushing out from inside her in all directions. Wede looked down through tearing eyes to see her clit pushed outward even more from beneath. Then she noticed the current of electricity pulsing through her groin. Centered on her throbbing clit. So long, it had been so long. She was slave to her clit.

Slowly she reached her hand toward her sex. The pain was still there, screaming into her brain. Water flowed freely from the corners of her eyes. Closer, closer, her feminine fingers reached for herself. She knew exactly what was going to happen. She was without will to do anything else. As her fingertip touched the end of her clit she exploded into orgasm. Pain and orgasm fought throughout her mind. Her body convulsed on the stake it was grounded on. Her athletic legs spasmed in ecstasy. She grabbed her clit between two fingers, rubbing. Another tidal wave jolted her system. Fiercely she grabbed her tit with her other hand, twisting the nipple. Orgasm ripped through her existence. All the while, animalistic cries came from her mouth that she will never remember. As her pelvis shook upon the giant invader, her g-spot was prodded again and again. Orgasm after screaming orgasm. Howling like an animal. Her own liquid flowing freely, cumming like a river.

Wede slowly began to see her surroundings again, she noticed the green sun was much lower on the horizon. Her head had been lolled forward, drool had been flowing copiously from her mouth onto her sweat and spit soaked breasts. She was still upon the periscope. Two more inches had worked into her during her violent series of multiple climaxes. It felt ever so large within her. Would she be able to pull it out? First things first, to paddle to shore.

The movement of her legs ground the periscope assembly against the inside of her vagina walls. Her g-spot was massaged so much that it was becoming difficult to concentrate and steer the craft effectively. Yet progress was made. The beach was getting closer. The thick cum sea had little or no waves per se. Her kicking produced the only ripples. She exerted under the tropical lime sun, again working up a lather of sweat. The steady rythm against her inner pussy gave her an unreal sense of euphoria. It was this that made the pain bearable, though barely.

Upon reaching the coast, Wede noticed that there were waves lapping. They moved slowly and thickly, breaking upon the shore with forceful cum splashes. The sub grounded itself. As it did so the grating of its hull sent reverbrations through the periscope and straight into Wede's inner being. The shuddering sent her over the edge again, and it had been building during the nearly two hours of kicking. Her screams echoed up and down the stoney ridge. Her pussy clenched over the plastisteel, convulsions took control of all her muscles. Wede's own cum flooded out once more, mixing with the ocean goo. Her climaxes grew more and more powerful as the pole continued to vibrate deep inside her. More uncontrollable screams, raising in pitch as climax after climax erupted within her. She grabbed her big swollen clit with both hands. It was big and long enough to place one thumb and forefinger on top of the other thumb and forefinger. Wede rubbed and twisted her clit.

Each orgasm spawned an even deeper hunger. It was the mixture of rapture and torturous pain that sent a burning into her bright green eyes. Her teeth clenched and she began working her thighs against the convex hull so that she rose up on the periscope, then allowed herself to drop back down upon it. She was fucking it, fucking it hard with the formidible strength of her thighs. Viciously pulling her clit now, stretching it out yet another inch. She drove herself like a rabid demon to wracking orgasm after orgasm. Her body shook to her core. Spit flew from her mouth, drool strung down from her chin.

It was over an hour after the last contractions of her pussy before Wede was able to try moving again. Her fucking had pounded another couple inches into her. She had conquered just more than 10 inches of the huge device. She couldn't see her own belly because her breasts had filled up with incredible amounts of milk in the last hour and they had grown noticably larger and rounder. The process seemed to be accelerating! With her cummy hands, she felt her belly. It was distended grotesquely, a relief of the periscope bulging out her otherwise snare drum tight abdominals.

With extreme effort, Wede eased the apparatus out of her cunt. Slowly, bit by bit, as there were irregular shapes to it that could cause damage. Though she didn't remember considering this when she was having abandoned sex with it. With a wet pop, she was free of it. An extended spurt of cum, most of it her own, flowed out her pussy. The periscope was showered in the gooey jism.

Once on the shore, she could only manage a staggered walk. Partly due to her ridiculously high pumps, but mostly due to the wild fucking she had gotten over the better part of the afternoon. She recovered the info cube and started toward the high ridge.

The land was stoney. Wede picked her way, walking in her high heels. Her long legs, especially her shapely thighs, were exhausted. Steadfastly she continued, for the sun was getting closer to the horizon and she had no light source. Her growing tits bobbed with each step. Quite suddenly the herd of bluish canine / equine she had seen earlier bounded around an outcropping ahead and bounded at her in a flurry of hooves. She could only put an arm up in front of her as she braced for collision. Her hot body tensed, awaiting the lead beasts. Then the stampede was upon her, carooming past in blurs of flesh. The noise was deafening, air gusts blew her hair back and caused her flimsy garments to flap in the strong breeze. They were as tall as she, and maybe half a ton in weight moving at racehorse speed. She was in their midst for a minute, then they were past.

So grateful was she that she hadn't been bowled over, that it didn't register in her mind that they had been running from the direction she was headed in. Even if she had, the Lander had to be reached. So it was, that less than 30 minutes later, a low hissing brought her out of her determined limp onward. Wede lifted her covergirl face from the task of picking her heel steps to see what it was.

From just up the ridge, less than 10 meters away, was a draconian beast with five heads that was nearly the perfect match to the hydra of Earth legend. Five fanged heads on elongated necks, four reptilian legs, scaley hide and long tail. It stood a good 20 feet tall at the shoulder. It also limped, evidently as least one of its legs badly injured in some past battle. It had been unable to catch any prey and seemed very hungry indeed. Handicapped as it was, Wede knew immediately that she could not outrun it.

"Whoa, boy. I'm not food. See? My skin is black, all the good things you like to eat are blue, remember?" Wede shifted a bit, trying to edge away quickly without giving the impression of fleeing. The monster closed, unresponsive to her words, and perhaps color blind as well.

The girl's pretty head looked around...which way to go? As it got closer, Wede noticed that food wasn't the only thing the beast hadn't gotten in quite some time. It's ball sacs dragged across the ground. They were the size of large laundry sacks or duffle bags and there were four of them. From between the lizard's hind legs they hung all the way to the rocky ground. That had to hurt. But it gave her an idea. The cum ocean! Something as uncoordinated as this thing surely couldn't swim, right? That it was the only terrain feature she could dash for and be sure of reaching in her physical state narrowed the course of action choices.

She turned and jogged toward the white surf. Her strong perfect buttocks shifting wonderfully beneath her sarong. The cum waves broke heavily before her. First her high heels entered the sperm, then a step later she felt it wash around her feet and ankles. It was thick, the tide pushing very hard against her legs. It was also warm, about body temperature.

Wede turned to see what the monster was doing. It had advanced a bit towards her, but had changed its demeanor. Gazing at her, as she struggled to keep her balance as another wave splashed against her calves, the beast had tilted several heads at the hot babe. Good, she thought, it was reconsidering. It was unnerving standing in the cum sea. She felt the enormity of it behind her. No other land was is in sight, only uncountable gallons of jism out to the horizon. Gobs of it spotted bright white against her coal colored thighs, nearly reaching her short sarong. Her calves now were mostly coated in the pastey goo.

What she saw next struck her like a thunderbolt, blotting out even the ocean of semen she was standing in. From beneath the creature grew forth what was unmistakenly a phallus. It snaked forward from between its hind legs. Lengthening and growing stiffer in pulses. Good Lord! Wede realized that her moving into the cum set her up as a part of the native reproduction cycle! Her eyes were locked on the craggy cock that reached toward her with deadly aim. It grew and grew! Passing by the front legs now, longer and longer.

It was obviously unused for how long? The dragon had been wounded when? The scars she had seen on its flank were old and healed over. Species such as this monster would only be able to copulate with something they could catch and overpower. One? Two? Five? A dozen years of sex deprivation? Now a scorching perfect babe, a 46DD-22-30 sweety was standing in the cum sea…an invitation? The cock grew and grew. Thicker than the thickest part of Wede's leg it was, with only a slight tapering at the head that might ease entry. Over four feet in length at the moment and clearly not yet to full hardness! It grew as the exhausted and cornered girl gazed upon it.

...to be continued.....

Space Babes Chapter 4
By TDM

original scifi tales of big busted babes
this is a continuation of the Space Babes story in scifi (old section)

capttdmiller@aol.com (please email comments)


Chapter 4
inspired by the artwork of fantasyforge.com

From its tip began oozing a slick fluid that ran along the underside of the member. The flesh pole began arching upwards toward the underbelly of the five-headed horror. Rising along the surface of the beast cock were throbbing veins as thick as a human thumb which ran and branched and crossed each other all the length of it. Ridges circled the monster penis at roughly five-inch intervals from the crown down the shaft. They were hardened and scaly, rings of boney outcroppings. Though not sharp, they appeared quite stony in both rigidity and texture.

The alien dragon stepped into the white slime sea, towering over the girl. Long serpentine tongues hung out of three of the heads, dripping saliva. Wede stepped back another step or two. The footing was becoming slightly treacherous in the cum surf, there was an undertow. She was now in up to her knees in the thick warm sex soup. The cock had grown to more than five feet now, her eyes locked onto it like a deer staring at a car’s headlights.

The hydra shot an open maw down upon the ebon beauty, striking as fast as a cobra. It did not puncture her flesh however, instead biting down on her neck and shoulder only tightly enough to have a fast hold of her. Wede screamed in panic. The creature’s breath was hot and noxious on her body. Gripping her in its jaw, the giant reptilian brought her to its body. It felt its cock poke her in her tight belly. She screamed and wailed, not knowing from one moment to the next if the horrid creature would tear her apart.

Two more hydra heads lowered down to her struggling form. The super agent watched as incredibly long forked tongues shot out to molest her heaving breasts. They were incredibly strong, rubbing and licking her tits through her tissue-like top garment. So forceful were they that her top began to rip from their ministrations. She felt the grittiness of the snake tongues as they slavered the soft skin of her twin balloons. The terrible discomfort of her over fullness flooded back as the tongues tried to squeeze them, sometimes wrapping around her nipples.

The last pair of the fanged maws descended on her sex. As sore and overworked as her pussy was from her recent frenzied masturbations, her legs could not help but respond with an uncontrollable quivering as the tongues reached up under her sarong. They ran across her clit, and then one by one pushed into her. She felt them squirm deeper and deeper. Wede did not merely become wet, but gushed juice onto the probing tongues that licked her to the womb.

Her screaming changed to harsh, labored intakes of breath through teeth gritted against the pain from her chest. The pair were winding and twisting deep inside her. Bending and pushing and licking within her. Her high heels shook and kicked as the tongues touched this place then that spot, again and again. Now faster and faster they worked within her, her breath catching in rasps, her eyelids fluttered. She was helpless. It was raping her. There was nothing she could do but let go. Let go and let herself explode. The explosion was almost there, just a little bit more and she would be there. Wede couldn’t control the trembling of her long sexy legs, but she could open them wide then bring them together, squeezing the tongues within her. After the events of the afternoon the black cover girl couldn’t imagine she had another orgasm left in her, but here she was surfing the cusp of the most incredible feeling she’d ever experienced.

The tongues slithered out from between her legs. Wede let out a wail once more, this time a lament of emptiness as it left her hanging, shaking, without her release. Her lubricant was flowing out of her cunt, her pussy lips clenched for what was no longer there. Her tits were released, and before her disoriented mind could focus she was slammed bodily down into the surf.

The cum splashed away from her, then washed back in and over her body. A moment of fear passed then she realized the beast had dragged her back towards the shore so that the cum was not over her head as she lie on her back. Then a wave washed over her, submerging her a moment. The cum poured in her open mouth before she had time to react, but by then it was too late. After the wave passed she choked and spit out cum. She would have to crane her neck as high as she could else each incoming wave would submerge her. She hadn’t the strength to hold her head like that constantly; she would have to time each wave.

Her dark face was now covered in thick cream. It stung her eyes no matter how much she batted her lashes trying to get the goop out of her eyes. Cum clogged her nostrils, dripped from her lips, coated her cheeks and forehead. Her long scarlet mane was now a solid sticky mass of cum conditioner. The taste of the sperm reeked the inside of her mouth and throat. She had swallowed quite a bit when that wave had caught her unawares.

As all this competed for her attention, her trained mind again zoomed in on the most terrible threat. The beast cock had grown longer and thicker yet! It was now soaked in its pre-cum. The penis shined slickly in the setting sunlight. The blue-scaled alien stepped its forelegs down upon Wede’s shoulders, pinning her to the sand. The weight of the taloned claws was immense. Only the give in the loosely packed sand kept her from being crushed or her arms torn from her body. The beast’s hind legs hooked under her own legs, forcing them wide apart. Her sexy long high heels and a bit of her calves stuck out from under the massive creature’s flanks. All else of her perfect body was obscured from above.

All five of the dragonheads were craned to watch and guide the cock to her exposed sex. The disproportion between them was impossible. A human girl and a fully-grown, mature dragon of the largest kind. The years of torment and suffering of the monster would not allow for the word impossible. It pressed its cockhead at the black girls entrance. Wede gasped she felt it against her, wondering if it would be her last breath.

With the power of a thousand horses it thrust itself into her. Wede screamed as a wave of jism broke over her, cutting off the scream with a thick wet sound. After the cum passed over her, she spat out a fountain of it with chokes and gasps. She shook her head to try to clear her eyes as her arms were pinned, and was rewarded with the site of the crown of the cock slipping into her wet snatch. Her pussy lips closed over it, settling on the shaft. Her lower abdomen bulged with what felt like an American football pushed inside her. She was stretched, stretched, stretched. Her long legs spasming, cum flying from her flailing stripper shoes.

The hydra heads were crooning a pleasurable sound, loving the fuck it was taking from the girl. It had just started. Another thrust like a locomotive, several inches of shaft disappeared into her pussy. The penis had to be going somewhere, and it was pushing into her womb. The steely hard, straight rod was pushing everything inside her upward. The bulge of the cockhead inside her was tremendous, making her look pregnant.

It roared like a monster of myth, but everything was all too real for Wede. It thrust again and again. The shifty sand also caused the sex thrusts to push her farther out into the cum sea! While the cock forced another inch and another inch deeper inside, the jism ocean washed over her hips and thighs. She felt the first boney ring of the dragon cock push into her pussy. The violent beast was not content with a simple slow penetration, but was actively fucking her. So it was that the hard outcropping fucked in and out her pussy lips before moving deeper into her. Another was only a few more inches away!

Soon Wede was in a constant struggle to keep her head above the cum. They continued to slide out to sea with their sex. The waves washed over her and all she could do was close her mouth and eyes. While her body could be seen by its outline as she was thrashed about while the creature viciously fucked her, only her tits now were above the level of the cum. They were like two islands sticking out of the cum, the inch tall nipples jutting skyward. Of course each breaker covered them in sperm, but as it passed by the big round globes bobbed above the surface. They bounced and shook with each fuck thrust.

As she felt the second stony cock ridge pass inside her the beast picked up its fuck pace and really began to grind into her. It wound itself around inside her, pushing to this side then the other. Wede couldn’t hang on much longer. Her long lithe body was penetrated now to up beneath her rib cage. Her belly pushed up into her lungs. Yet deeper it pushed! There were many more cock ridges awaiting the glorious paradise of the hot girl’s body!

The beast shifted its fore talons so that it would still be holding the girl down on her back, but could also squeeze her huge tits at the same time. Wede felt her tits being grabbed as the third hard shaft ring entered her. This was also the first time the cum sea was over her head even after the breaker washed over her. She had no way to breathe!

The monster gazed at the form beneath it. Only her big round tits and high-heeled legs were above the surface. The tit massage paid off with geysers of milk erupting from the cum coated breasts. Firing from the nipples with such force as to reach several feet up into the air before falling back down upon her boobs to mix with the sperm there. Whenever a tit squeeze coincided with a deep inward fuck thrust, the milk would shoot out in a plentiful fountain. Harder and harder it fucked her, deeper and deeper.

Even after a flurry of air bubbles broke the surface above Wede to signal that the last of her air had expired, the fucking, and the milk jets continued on. It was over an hour later the milk flow started to subside. Wede’s tits did not seem the least bit deflated by this copious emission, but instead actually seemed larger and rounder! By this time the Hydra had jammed it’s entire length of more than five and a half feet into the girl’s body. It thrust hard into her, slamming its very base against her inner thighs and pelvis.

Nearing its climax, it reared up on its hind legs, standing upright. Wede’s nude body emerged from beneath the waves of cum. Her clothes had long disintegrated away. Although lifeless, she still had plenty of bounce to her perfect ass and unbelievable breasts. Her head would have bobbed side to side but the monster cock was now penetrated completely through her, sticking out her stretched mouth over two feet. Her hair was coated thick with cum but still wagged side to side in a big sticky ponytail.

It grabbed along her sides with its crude claws and fucked her in mid-air. Fucking her cum covered body. Thrusting all the way through her. Her tits bounced, long strings of sperm hanging down from them. Whenever they smacked together sperm squished wetly. Then the dragon started to cum. The first shots firing up into the air, then raining back down on Wede’s upturned face. Fresh hot cum, straight from the source mixed with what was already coated upon her. The new monster cum was thicker and clumpier than the sperm sea; it washed it away and displaced the old all over Wede’s face. Steam drifted off the hot fresh cum. It spouted into the air and ran like white lava all over the cock helmet, pouring in rivers down the shaft to Wede’s lips. Minutes went by and Wede’s cum shower went on and on. Gallons of the goo dropped in massive drops that splashed on impact against her forehead and eyes and cheeks. The gallons more flowing down the cock shaft washed over her lips and chin. Cascading in strings that stretched to her tits. Her nipples were still jutting erect!

After a half hour its ejaculation had not slowed. The dragon pulled back so that the cockhead moved inside Wede’s mouth and back down her throat and body. It continued to fuck her here. Her head was now free to bob side to side, but most of the internal cumshots were so strong her head snapped back skyward and the cum erupted from her mouth and nose like steamy white lave from a volcano. The pleasure was even better as the crown of the penis dragged her insides. Gallons more poured from her mouth. Not a spot of black could be seen on the girl, she had been made into a cumsickle so completely. Layer upon layer of semen obscured even the color of her high heels.

The fucking went on and on. Hour after hour passed. It was only at long last that Wede’s body was thrown far up onto the beach where it landed with a thud. The Hydra was spent, too tired to eat. It staggered off to find a safe place to sleep off the sex. It could return later for its meal.

(Spider attack 5 - includes original author note at the start.)

It became clear to me that chapter 5 of Spider Attack was going to be lengthy. There is a larger cast of characters and a certain level of detail I wanted to give to each encounter. So I have broken the chapter in to smaller parts, with the additional benefit of providing more material to all those readers who have been anxiously awaiting more of ‘Spider’. I hope to have the next part done shortly.


Spider Attack 5: The Silo
(first time teen oral)
By tdm@musictelecom.com

Johnson had the map spread out on his car hood. This land was flat as a pancake in almost every direction. Treeless terrain, he could see for miles, but could see nothing. Cynically, he checked the map index for ‘nowhere’. In error, it was not listed. What he really needed was a compass!

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a clump of black figures in the distance. They were moving. He stopped what he was doing to watch. Weren’t the buffalo extinct? Then the small herd changed direction, towards him now. His first time west of the Mississippi, Johnson was to see some real ‘wild life’! The herd grew closer; he began to be able to hear their gallop. A little larger than he thought buffalo to be.

They WERE coming directly towards him. A little unnerving, should he get back in his car until they passed? Were they actually charging? That was a silly thought. His yellow Camry was hardly very threatening, yet the herd had changed their travel to come his way. Something wasn’t right, Johnson could feel it.

Getting closer, he was able to make out more detail of the animals. Huh? What in the world were they? Closing. Many legs. They were about 1000 meters away when his eyes grew wide. Unimaginable. He couldn’t believe it, if he could have he would have recognized them sooner. Spiders, as large as trucks. Sprinting at him.

A breeze blew his map away as he scrambled to get in his car. The ignition turned. Closer. He was pointed at them. He would have to do a K-turn and turn around. Closer. First, then reverse, then back to first gear, he was ready to floor it. To speed away. The car lurched violently and Johnson was thrown forward against the steering wheel (there had been no time for the seatbelt). Glass burst and plastic car panels buckled, the sound was deafening. And the sound of the mandibles clicking…

*******

The pair of yellow school buses with black stripes lumbered to a stop on the under maintained road into the middle of an expanse of field. The only structure evident was a small concrete entrance no bigger than a garage. A man in starched blue uniform was at the entrance. His terminally bored attitude changed as young students dismounted. “Harrisburg High School” each bus read.

It was a mixed group of about 30 teenagers, but several girls were so attractive that their incredible looks just jumped out at a man’s eyes. There was one cheerleader in the group. A complete knockout. Her long blond hair hung in loose curls down to her hips, certainly she would have to tie her hair up to do anything athletic such as cheering. She wore a bright blue Adidas windbreaker suit, a megaphone adorning the right breast. And what a set of breasts they were! Very big and with the bounce of teen youth. They had moved about a great deal when she stepped down from the bus. A soft swishing sound as the tits rubbed against her windbreaker top. She walked amongst her classmates towards him.

Then he noticed an older lady, 25?, maybe 28? Standing next to him, looking questionably at him.

“What?” Sergeant Regis asked.

“I said”, the woman adopted the impatient voice known to her science students, “That I am Mrs. Gordon. This is the school science club from town. Aren’t guards normally more attentive?”

She was fairly attractive in her own right. Brunette hair pinned up in conservative fashion. A fairly slim figure. Her chest was larger than any of her students (which helped make her waist seem slim) but her bosom was not as pert and upright as her extremely young High Schoolers. Some of whom had developed cleavage within the past months, and were yet giddy and self conscious of the two big bumps they could not hide.

Sgt. Regis spoke with her. Of course they had all been expected. A guard is not normally posted at the entrance, only when a tour group was scheduled. Missile Silo C21 was in the process of de-commissioning itself and its ICBMs. Politicians, EPA inspectors, a few others, and now the local High School science club. The end of the cold war sure changed everything.

Sandy was feeling completely self-conscious. She had forgotten to give her laundry to Mom to do yesterday. She woke this morning to the fact she had nothing at all to wear! Luckily, she thought, she was going on some stupid field trip. So she would be away from almost all the people at school (certainly there was no guys in the geeky science club who mattered). And so she was in her bright blue Adidas windbreaker suit, WITH NOTHING UNDERNEATH! No bra, no panties. Only small ankle high Adidas sport socks as her only other clothing. (The school had a bulk purchase deal with Adidas for school sports uniforms, and extended to students a big discount on other merchandise.)

The vinyl like material rubbed noisily against her skin as she moved, (especially on her free bouncing boobs)! She felt that no one might notice she was nude beneath the material. Sandy’s nipples had grown hard from the constant caress of her light jacket. Her hope was this pocket protector gang would be more intent on their calculators to be checking her out. Sandy’s virginity was safe and secure.

The small concrete garage contained only one thing; a utilitarian metal staircase leading downwards into the ground. Sgt. Regis counted heads as the class moved in. He had already used his walkie-talkie to call one of the missile crew to meet them at the bottom of the stairs.

Mrs. Gordon also watched her students. They were a pretty attentive lot, all college prep or honor students. Only a couple jocks (those padding their college applications) and couple ‘‘burnouts” (kids believed by most to smoke weed and other loser activities). Finally Jen walked by. The 15-year-old sophomore had chestnut hair down to her lovely bosom. Tan brown skin just like Jennifer Lopez. Jen was a naïve, trusting, eager to learn young girl who really looked up to Mrs. Gordon (the only person to ever pay any attention to Jen). Mrs. Gordon imagined young Jen topless as the girl walked past her, so that Jen’s ripe new breasts bobbed freely beneath a canopy of that lovely light brown hair. Not knowing each other’s thoughts, they exchanged smiles.

A ‘click’ of field hockey players passed Sgt. Regis. He nearly lost his count as his penis grew erect in his trousers. The four girls all wore the bright blue (evidently the school color) Adidas windbreaker pants. Their graceful stride hinted at strong athletic legs beneath the material. Each wore different tops though. The oldest (17?) wore a VERY tight tit hugging black turtleneck shirt with short sleeves. A four-inch zipper ran down the back of the turtleneck. So tight was the top that the pattern design of the girl’s bra could be seen through it. Ornate decoration for the girl’s size 34C bulges.

***

“That school group is here.” Major Dumont informed his co-worker who had just entered the control room.

“Great, I still have the floor tore up at Silo 3. We’ll just show them Silo 1 and get them out of here. Did my wife call?” Captain Gardner plopped into a comfortable chair. The underground control center module was a two floor circular chamber deep in the earth. Some of the most sensitive computer terminals had already been removed, but there remained an atmosphere of military tension. Switches labeled ‘arm’, ‘confirm’, and ‘launch’ lend a unique air to the work area. The upper floor was partitioned in half, the sensitive command center separated by bulletproof glass and strong steel from the other half. A final defense against the missiles being ‘compromised’.

“Yeah, she said that you would be home. Which means that I couldn’t come over tonight.”

“Fuck You, Sir.” Two man missile crews either got along, or got along after hours (or possibly days in the case of an alert or drill) of cramped subterranean service. There was no way around it.

“She did call, Jim.” consulting a small notepad “... she said your daughter forgot her pom poms and she had to drive over to the school. You need to pick up the dry cleaning on the way home.”

***


The metal staircase wound downward around a large elevator that provided heavy lift to the surface, huge doors covered the opening above their heads. These massive doors would swing up and open to use the elevator. Separated from the shaft by only a mesh wire fence, the class stepped further and further below ground.

Erin and Robert walked side by side. Erin was a freshman who had just moved out to the Midwest, and knew no one at school really. The fact that she was Jewish only increased her sense of ‘not belonging’. Robert was a senior who lived on Erin’s block, and so had occasion to see her. On the bus to school. Walking home from the bus stop. She was 14 and totally trying to fit in. Her brunette curls and small nose were real cute. He figured she would do just about anything to make some friends in town. He had struck up a few conversations with her, and now she naturally walked beside him into the buried complex. Robert bet if he could get this ripe insecure virgin into a dark corner down here, promise to get her into some crowds (and some party invites that went with it), he could coerce a blowjob from this clueless girl. He was thinking right this moment about how pleasurable it would be to transform this ginger child into a wet deep throating cocksucker. He bet the stupid kid thought that he liked her!

Cpt. Gardner met Mrs. Gordon at the base of the stair. His eyes went to her big breasts pushing against the fabric of her sweater. Gardner was totally a ‘breast man’. Gordon’s hooters didn’t compare to his Hispanic wife’s rack, but since his wife was now further advanced into her pregnancy it was getting tougher to talk her into letting him tit fuck her, or any other sex for that matter. But tit fucking her was the best.

He saw the wedding band on Mrs. Gordon’s finger. But weren’t teachers like always stressed out? Like postal workers? Maybe she wouldn’t mind a little something with him. Those knockers of hers were sure adequate to wrap around his pole!

Behind Gardner was the thick double blast doors that separated the stair / elevator from the rest of the complex. Adorned with a motto “When you care enough to send the very best…” Though the door was extremely heavy (over a foot of steel thick) it was counter weighted allowing any one man to open it.

The class filed through the open door, while Cpt. Gardner spoke briefly about their surroundings. Explaining the curved shape of all the tunnel ceilings, and the rubber layer around everything built to withstand enemy missile attack. Though the hum of air circulators could be heard, it was still a little stale breathing.

The tour came to a branching of passageways just past the row of 50,000-gallon water tanks. Cpt. Gardner led them to the right, indicating that the tunnel opposite led to the command center and they would see that lastly on their way back. A third tunnel was to the left, and Robert leaned toward Erin and whispered.

“But we’ll get in trouble for sure!” Erin whispered back.

“Who cares? Detention for a couple days? Big Deal! Detention is the easiest place to get homework done for me, and we might not even get caught! Come On!”

This did not seem right. But Erin smiled, showing her braces. Robert was fairly tall, his shoulders square. Certainly there was nothing to worry about while she was with him? Robert took the small girl’s hand and the two silently moved down the tunnel. With pipes and wires running along it’s sides in metal brackets, below a concave ceiling.

Robert admired Erin’s girlish legs, hips and waist as she spirited down the corridor beside him. Her curly brunette locks bouncing with each step. The girl was exhilarated with the ‘dare’ that she was on, feeling like quite the outlaw. Her excitement showed on her teen face. Robert looked again over her and was happy to notice better the swells of her newborn breasts. Not big yet, but surely cantaloupe sized held within that tight training bra. Erin’s 14 year old nipples also attested to her brazen act. They stood hard against the material of her blouse. Robert didn’t think the girl realized yet that they were visible, tenting her clothing outward.

The passageway continued on and on, 100 meters, and still no rooms or side alleys. Then about 50 meters further it ended in a door. Marked “Communications”. The door proved unlocked, and they entered a chamber housing computers and many wires. It hummed with electricity. The two students entered hurriedly. Erin giggled, feeling like a spy.

The room being nearly filled with equipment, the two students had to stand very close. The top of Erin’s head reaching only as high as Robert’s chest. He put an arm around her.

“Don’t be afraid.”

The room had no ceiling, but stretched far upwards. As a matter of fact, sunlight could be seen far above. The ‘communications’ room went all the way up to the surface.

“I’m not afraid, this is really fun!” Erin’s childish girl voice slightly affected by the braces on her teeth. She made no effort to remove Robert’s arm.

“Erin” When she turned to face him, Robert leaned down and kissed her lips. Putting his other arm around her shoulders too. He pressed her against him and felt Erin’s hard adolescent nipples through her blouse and his shirt. The points erect against him, just above his beltline.

He kissed softly so as not to press her lips back upon her metal brace wires. Erin was floating in a warm magical world. Her first kiss with a boy was with athletic Robert Minler! Everybody at school knew Robert Minler! She did not resist, soaking in the experience of her first kiss. Her breasts growing super sensitive, her nipples even harder if that was possible! A strange sensation pooling between her legs.

This was forbidden territory, she knew. Her parents would rampage! This added to the danger and excitement of the moment! The kiss went on and on, Erin nearly levitating weightlessly upward toward heaven. She felt without understanding Robert squeezing her tight, her bosom pressed against him. Feeling the two mounds distinctly against his abdomen.

Robert was growing harder and stiffer. His jeans now painfully constraining him. He rolled the little girl’s new tits against his midsection. Feeling them both through their clothing. His hands moved around her back, then downwards to the back of her waist, pressing her against him all the while. Then just a little further, his fingers and palms finding the top curve to her young round buttocks.

Tired of leaning over, he lifted her in the air by gripping her tight butt. Erin weighed less than half of Robert’s 170 pounds. The kiss continued as she was brought almost level to him. He moved his mouth against hers lightly. Kissing her upper lip, then her lower, then kissing her mouth more.

Minutes later he parted the kiss and lowered her to the floor but did not remove his arms from around her. For Erin it had been an entire lifetime. The bliss that poured into her from the coupling mixed with the forbidden element of it. Making a unique, exciting sensation, as if she had never been alive before entering this concrete room far below the world. They looked into each other’s eyes.

Robert inwardly considered how to proceed. How to approach each step. Without the natural disdain one has for freshman, she was actually quite attractive and alluring. He was becoming more strongly aroused, and had to fight back his urge or he might blow it.

“Erin, you never go to the dances or rallies at school. I was wondering, maybe you would go if I asked you.”

Erin was speechless. OF COURSE.

Robert continued, “If there is no one else at school that you like right now, maybe we could sort of hang together at school.”

You mean everyone at school see her with Robert all the time? Well YEAH. Erin managed to nod affirmative, having trouble remembering how to speak.

They kissed again.

Minutes later…

“I’ve had a couple girlfriends, have you ever had a boyfriend?”

“No.” Erin softly admitted. The warmth of their embrace still filling her. Though true, was that the right answer? What would he think of her? A loser? Would he change his mind about seeing her around school, meeting at dances? Would he get teased for talking to her?

“Well…that’s okay… I guess.” A pause, seeming to consider. Some of the sparkle had dimmed in Robert’s eyes.

“I could teach you how to be a good girlfriend to a guy. Then you would know how to act at school and everything.” He was trying to find a way for them to be together! It was wonderful! She had thought for a few seconds while he had paused the he was going to change his mind about ‘them’.

“Yes! I could be a great girlfriend! I don’t gossip and I’m a good student and I wouldn’t talk to other guys, you know, like cheat or anything, we could do homework together...”
Bubbling with words…her voice’s high pitch testifying to her youth.

“Okay” Robert gently placed a finger to Erin’s lips and she stopped spilling words all over. His cock was totally hard; this was going real good. He figured he wasn’t going to blow it. The only thing would be if the others found them here before he was finished. Time was important.

“Are you ready, do you want to be a good girlfriend?”

After a breath, “Yes”.

How hard could it be? Thought Erin. The biggest airheads in school where steady girlfriends. They seemed so confident in themselves. Smug. As if they had never had to learn anything about it. Yet Erin was nervous, more than ever before.

Robert stood close in front of Erin, and looked further down at her chest. The ripe breasts awaited him above her slim waist. He noticed again that Erin, though a booky nerd really was genuinely pretty. Soon no doubt some boy would ask her out, maybe sophomore year at the latest. Especially once those braces came off. Probably some geeky guy in one of her classes who doesn’t know dick about chicks. On the other hand, this boy probably wouldn’t be an evil bastard like himself for that matter. Screw him, Robert was going to get her first!

“Erin. I am going to feel your boobs now.” He spoke warmly and evenly, trying for a clinical affect to his voice.

Erin’s eyes widened. Thinking rapidly. This was against everything she had ever been taught. However so was leaving the school group, so was kissing Robert. She was afraid. And Robert was looking at her face and saw it. He knew she was afraid and was waiting to see if she was going to back out!

“o…o…o…okay…” Her trembling voice was the bravest she could muster. Erin brought her shoulders backward. Her breasts were smaller than most at school. But they were growing, and had recently formed a good round shape. Seeing the girls with absolutely nothing, or only Hershey kiss shaped swells, she had garnered solace from the fact that she could have less. But she DID have boobs! And Robert WANTED to feel them. Self worth flowed into her from a previously unknown direction.

Robert held his cupped hands in front of her. Then watching both her face and her breasts (rising with her nervous breathing), he closed his grip down upon the young tits. They were slightly more than a handful, and very firm. He squeezed and kneaded them just like any male teen would do. He couldn’t help but smile, they felt wonderful!

The sensation was immediately electric to Erin. She had grown aroused and sensitive while Robert had ‘made out’ with her. Feeling his fingers rubbing against her shirt and bra, feeling the pressure on her virgin breast flesh. Like the kiss before, it was more than she could have imagined! Her breath labored, a moan escaped her lips. She allowed herself to enjoy the rhythmic fondling.

Then she saw Robert smile. He LIKED them! They weren’t giant like Mrs. Gordon or Pamela Anderson, but Robert liked them! Screw Pamela Anderson! Erin smiled too.

**

The class was mostly in Silo 1. Capt. Gardner had brushed up against Mrs. Gordon’s big left tit as he had helped her through the blast door. It was so firm! He thought for sure its size would mean it to be soft and saggy, but no. Sure the bra offered support, but there was no question her big tits were totally plump and delicious! Mrs. Gordon had not indicated she noticed the momentary contact with her chest.

The missile was massive, several stories high. It reached upwards back towards the surface, but even farther downwards into its circular pit. The officer had explained why the top portion of it was gone. The warhead and guidance system had already been removed and sent away.

Clair stood with several classmates on the metal catwalk that ringed the silo tube. Kari stood beside her, leaning over the railing to gaze downwards. Clair admired Kari’s figure, and her bravery for leaning over to look down. Everything about Kari filled the freshman’s mind and swirled about inside. The 16-year-old junior had been so friendly when Clair went out for field hockey. As they became closer friends Clair noticed more and more Kari’s beauty, femininity, and then, Clair had to admit to herself, the sexual attractiveness.

Kari of course wore a blue windbreaker suit like Clair’s. Leaned over like she was, the material tightened across her round athletic ass. Kari’s tanned B-cups hung downwards from her chest. Bouncing slightly beneath the sweatsuit top. Then Clair seized the opportunity to touch Kari, which she wanted to do all the time.

“Don’t fall.” Clair said, placing her arms around Kari’s waist. They both chuckled. Kari’s smile was like a warm summer breeze against Clair’s heart, and Clair let her hands linger on her love’s sexy hips for as long as she dare. Horrified inside that if Kari were to know how she felt about her, she would be rejected and ridiculed. Sweet Kari didn’t have a mean bone in her body, but others would if they found out.

“CAPTAIN GARDNER CALL BACK IMMEDIATELY” A voice blared over an intercom system. It was a bit disconcerting, but the officer with them looked more miffed than anything else as he moved out the silo tube and back into the connecting tunnel.

A telephone receiver was in the tunnel about 20 meters from the silo door, around a couple short turns. It had no dialing apparatus. Gardner simply picked it up.

“Go ahead sir.”

“Jim, we have a situation. I need you to double time back to control room for a minute.”

“The kids are in Silo One right now. What am I supposed to do about them? What is this about?”

“Tell them not to move, let their chaperone know you’ll be right back. All I know is we just got a DEFCON 4 notice and I have authenticated.”

“…Jesus.” Gardner mumbled.

**

Robert’s cock stood out proud and rigid from his bluejean zipper. Erin’s wide eyes were level with it as she was kneeled before him. Robert was a bit pissed she wouldn’t strip off her shirt for him, but the girl was adamant about it. Evidently the horror of being caught undressed by a teacher or military dude here was more than she could dare. As it was Erin seemed terrified of his weapon.

“Just relax Erin. It’s okay. Girls have been doing it for thousands of years. It won’t hurt you. This is what being grown up is about.”

Erin glanced again to Robert’s eyes. He seemed so sure of himself. As if he knew the secrets of the world. If she stopped now, would she remain always apart from everyone else in life? Is the cost of scruples to be alone, a subset of one from all other people?

Erin deliberately opened her 14-year-old mouth, and held it in front of the end of Robert’s dick, still watching his face. He smiled broadly. Perhaps this was going to be all right, or at least not TOO bad, she hoped. The girl leaned forward bit by bit, and the cock approached her lips like a docking space ship.

Then the tip of it broke the imaginary line between her upper and lower lip. Though Erin had kept her mouth open wide enough so as not to touch the dick yet, it had technically entered her mouth. Robert felt her warm breath moving in and out around his member. Now Erin proceeded even more slowly. Her young cheeks stretched by her jawbone, her eyes looking up at Robert.

Bit by bit it entered further, still she hadn’t really touched it. Did she mean to follow his directive to take it into her mouth literally, while not touching it at all? The swollen head of the cock now was completely inside, then a little bit past the head too. Erin would very soon be hard pressed to take it deeper without having it against the inside of her mouth somewhere.

“Now close your mouth honey.” It was the first time Robert had used a term of endearment for her, a moment to remember! Erin’s lips closed upon him. The sensation was incredible. Her mouth was warm and moist inside, and almost at once she began to salivate. Robert’s sensitive crown bathing in the increasing humidity inside Erin’s face.

A disconcerted look was on her face as she tasted a sweaty cock for the first time. It didn’t taste very good. Erin felt in her heart that she had crossed the line. She was no longer a ‘total’ virgin. She had taken a dick into her mouth, the sort of thing she had only heard about before. She was doing it. It was for real. It was a little disgusting.

“A little deeper now, and lick it with your tongue inside.” Robert didn’t wait for her to comply, but placed a hand on her head, exerting a slight pressure which eased more of him into her face. Erin reluctantly began rubbing her tongue along the underside of his meat. The taste grew worse. She noticed a weird look in his eyes, like what she imagined a ‘druggie’ would look like on drugs.

Robert’s eyelids fluttered slightly at the exquisite sensations. His cock raged, twitching. At the adolescent height of male sexuality, his heart raced and cock pulsed. Guiding her with his hand, he pulled her back off him a bit so that her lips dragged across his sensitive cock head. Then pushed back inwards. Erin was learning slowly that he wanted her to work her mouth down and then back up his dick. Her lips began to smack on each outstroke; more saliva was now in her mouth.

“you’re doing good, you’re doing good” he said barely able to keep tremors from his voice. She seemed to have a growing look of distaste on her face, and he had felt the need to reassure her. And it seemed to have the effect he was hoping for, looking into her eyes, he noticed them soften slightly. Robert felt he could go ahead and guide her further down, and the next down stroke took half of him inside her.

**

“What the hell is going on sir?” Gardner was slightly out of breath, having run back to the fire center. “Are they nuts giving us a drill? The only reason we are still here is to bleed out the rocket propellant!”

“Calm down Captain.” Business like, Major Dumont was seated at his launch station. “I have already begun, we are doing it by the book. Outside phone is already down. The message did not contain the word drill, but did contain additional directive for complete lock down. Bring down the antennae array, and get on the talkie, bring in Sgt. Regis.”

Complete lock down? Bringing down the commo antennae, counting on the landline to receive further orders? Jesus. That meant they expected incoming, Nuclear incoming. Splash imminent.

“GOD DAMN!” Cpt. Gardner yelled, throwing his nuclear launch key across the chamber. The key was of course useless now, but habits drilled deep into the brain cannot be broken, and the key thus was always worn. Dumont did not have family in the area, and had looked directly at Gardner when he mentioned the outside phone was shut off. Procedure. Fucking procedure. Then the enraged Captain sat and did as ordered.

**

Robert’s legs were shaking. His dick moving faster between Erin’s young moist lips. Her clumsy sucking was actually more than he had hoped for. His teen ejaculation was approaching; he felt it at the base of his cock. Watching his meat fuck Erin’s angelic face was incredible. She still had not got used to the taste, but was being a real trooper about it, sucking him off, doing what he told her.

The wet slapping and sucking noises echoed in the metal filled room. The sounds of the blowjob magnified. He could not hold back, and he didn’t want to. His fingers twined in her brunette curls. He looked upon Erin’s face, into her innocent eyes, as he felt his sperm jet moving up the length of his maleness. She had no idea, he could tell. He watched her face, knowing that his cum was a half-second away.

Then it sprayed like a hose into her mouth. Creamy, thick and hot. Erin gasped, but this drew semen into her throat, so that she was forced to cough around his dick still pumping between her lips. Each inward thrust firing a fresh goop of his dick spit. Her choking on the unexpected cumshot flushed her face red. He could see by her eyes that she was completely bewildered. His strong hands were rightly placed ahead of time to prevent her pulling of his cock. Robert held her head steady against her panicked struggles, cuming and cuming and cuming across the virgin 14-year-old’s tongue.

Her choking and coughing squeezed his dick wonderfully, he was wracked with highest pleasure, emptying his fertile testes into the girl. He pushed hard on each in stroke both with his pelvis, and with his hands on the back of her head. So that his cockhead pushed against the entrance to her throat each time, and once there shot jism straight into her neck. Robert was quite satisfied that Erin’s choking was coughing up large amounts of his cum back into her mouth so that she could taste his seed thoroughly.

After near 5 minutes of climactic ejaculating, Robert let his softening maleness out Erin’s deflowered face. She doubled over, choking and gasping. Several thick strands of semen seeped from her lips to hang down, reaching towards the floor. She shook in humiliation and subjection, her mind numb about what had just happened.

Robert too had to regain his breath. She had sucked him over the edge of orgasm. Damn what a truly great 14-year-old cocksucker! She should have a long career ahead of her.

Sharp metallic sounds resounded downwards at them. Large gears turning. The antenna array was moving downwards. Robert looked hurriedly around and noticed tape on the floor with black and gold stripes. He deduced that he and the little dick sucker were in a safe place. As the heavy apparatus continued its descent, the overhead doors began to close like eyelids. The sunlight from above began to slowly be cut off.

Then Robert noticed other shapes moving down the walls. Black shapes.

“….Erin?….” he began.

**

Still shaking from anger, Cpt. Gardner professionally pushed back his thoughts of his family up on the surface. Going through the alert protocols. Some of which had to be skipped because the equipment was no longer present. It made no sense. It was unbelievable. Maybe it wasn’t true. Who had launched on them? China? Russia?

Major turned off the mike after informing the science class to stay put a few minutes longer. Gardner turned toward him.

“Sir, Regis is not answering.”

And, the last TDM story that I know of... No snuff/gore, but it is fun for all that

Glad to share these great snuff stories from way back when with an appreciative audience. Wherever TDM is now, I remain thankful for his writing. Also, The Couch Monster is wicked hot.

Black Lover Girl by TDM


Author's notes; If you have read my past Erotic Horror stories, know that this story is not a horror story (per se). Actually this is a very different story. It is a love story (of sorts). However, the biggest difference between this story and my past works, is that this story is true. About the 'racial' content. Know that I have married and started a family with a beautiful girl with black skin. This story is not meant to lend credence or validity to any racial stereotypes. My wife and I have joked about the subject matter of this story all the years of our marriage. Rather than omit what might be seen as racist remarks, I feel that these aspects increase the eroticism of the story, and thus attention was paid to specifically include them. As a last defense; hell, the story is true, I'm just telling it.

Saturday night. Parking lot filled, cars parked on the grass, and on the lot adjoining. I walked into the strip club with its painted opaque windows. Anita is working tonight. She only works 2 nights a week, but always at least one weekend night, usually both. When the crowds of men are the largest.

Inside is loud music, some dancers. There is no seat at the bar available. I must stand. A beautiful, busty blond is shaking her goods on stage, there are actually three dancers right now. The other two moving about, marketing themselves, selling lap dances. I am quickly approached by an attractive barmaid, and soon have a glass of orange juice for only $2.50.

I love Anita. I met her at her day job at the shopping mall. We have seen a couple movies together. I intend for her to finish her High School, and go to college. I have known her only four months, but I know I love her. I've met her mom and little brothers and sisters. Her mom likes me, gave me dinner once when I dropped by while Anita was out (before I knew about Anita's dancing). I took Anita to take her SATs, I know she is smart enough to handle college. I will pay her tuition myself.

I feel out of place in this club. The blond is giving me a boner with her serpentine dancing, but this place is just as I imagined it. Not the cleanest floors and walls I've seen. Evidently, only the mirrors placed to further expose the dancers receive any kind of cleaning attention. The building must be 70 years old, and was decrepit looking. Two men were talking beside me.

"Oh, you mean that sign? No, there was a police bust about 7 years ago, no more 'private dancing' sessions in the back."

"That's not true." A third interjected. "The black girl that works here, I forget her name. She's the only one who takes you for private dances, only 50 bucks too! She's been doing it over 3 years now." What? What is this? 3 years? That's impossible! That means Anita had started here before she started her High School!! There must be a mistake. The third noticed me listening, and continued.

"Wait to you see this negro's tits! They look fake they are so big but I've squeezed them, they are real. And this bitch can suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Believe me! Only thing, don't wait for later in the night unless you like it messy, I bet she does thirty guys a night!!" This could not be my Anita. She does have a large chest as far as I can tell, but she is a sweet child. She could never do the things this guy was suggesting. Anita and I really really like each other, and just last week, we had kissed briefly for the first time.

I saw her. She was moving towards the stage, a short red satin robe draped around her. He chest pushing out the front of the satin. Her long legs were bare all the way up until they disappeared under the hem of the robe most of the way up her taut thigh. She was taller. I had never seen her in high heels. The five inch red pumps accentuated every clenching of her hard calf muscles. Her face was made up. She was breath taking. There were immediate shrill cat calls. She stopped before reaching the stage, a half dozen men wagging 50 dollar bills in front of her face

I pushed my way towards her.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Anita was upset, speaking in a reprimanding voice. As if I was the child and she was 13 years my elder, though it was the other way around.

"You said you would never go to a place like this, I should NEVER have told you I work here!!" Anita was angry and hostile, not because she was 'caught' or anything like that. But that I was bothering her by being here, I was a nuisance.

"Anita, I love you," I handed her the most important paper that will ever be in my life. With a look of distaste she unfolded it and read.

My Dear Anita your heart, your soul, are not for me just let me be near enough to see each day your beauty, your quiet smile make my life, my journey all worthwhile let me hold you from storms and cold protect you dreams until we grow old a lifetime's kindness, to be together my love for you will last forever without you dear, there is no life say to me you will be my wife -Tom

She looked at me like I was an embarrassing dog that won't go away.

"You just don't get it do you? I like to hang out with you sometimes, that's all."

"Anita come on, I'll take you home."

"Fuck no! What the hell does it take to get through to you?" Then she turned her attention back to the men around her. She picked out a very tall, very large black man with a pot belly. "You got 50 bucks mister? You want a private dance?"

He had not been one of those waving cash in front of her. He placed his hand on his back pocket and looked up a moment in thought. "I got about 20 bucks," he said in a rough voice. Anita had caught him by surprise, choosing him out of the crowd.

"That will be fine." Grabbed his hand, and led him to the back of the club. As she began moving she crooked a finger at me.

"Come see your baby, come and watch your sweetheart."

The back room was on the verge of collapse. The plaster had flaked near completely off the walls, baring gray concrete blocks and termite riddled wood. The floor had once been tiled, but the tiles were gone, come loose with age years ago. The hard floor was a filthy, tacky mess. It stunk of urine and feces back here. The lighting was three bare light bulbs hanging on separate steel cords from the ceiling. The light was harsh and bright. The roof had many holes, certainly the rain would pour in on a rainy night. There were no peeking Tom's up there, for there was no way the roof would support the weight of a person.

The small back room, the size of a bathroom really (and evidently often used as one), was furnished with two plain arm less wood chairs, and a sink blackened with age. A host of very large cockroaches congregated over most of the sink.

Anita pushed me into one chair, then coaxed the much taller and larger black man into the other. My poem she had already crumpled into a ball. Looking at me she tossed it into a deep pool of urine on the floor. The paper quickly soaked through, becoming spongy and yellow.

"Yo, what's with this guy watching?" The black man asked.

Anita undid the tie in front and pulled open her robe. She was wearing a lacy red bra and matching G-string underwear. "Would you rather leave?" she replied. Her oversized dark orbs bulged from the sexy bra. Her thin washboard belly receded inwards underneath her ribcage, diving down to her tight hips. So shapely and slender was her lower abdomen that the panty straps circling her hips actually lost touch with her young soft skin briefly just inside her hip bones before regaining contact nearer her vagina.

"Fuck no. Hell, make a video if you want!"

"Anita, you don't have to do this thing. I want you to marry me. We won't be rich but we'll be okay with money."

"Shut Up."

"Yeah Shut Up Man! The girl is Working!"

Anita moved back and forth in her high heels. Stepping between crawling cockroaches (large enough to possibly trip her over if she stepped into one) and small piles of refuse. Under the glare of the overhanging bulbs, Anita dropped the robe from her body. She tossed it into the corner with the least crud and garbage, though roaches could immediately be seen to be moving around beneath it. The ebon beauty began a seductive striptease dance. Swaying. Rubbing her hands across her firm tummy, then along her hips. Then bending forward to run her hands along the outside and then inside of her thighs. Bending towards her John, letting her breasts hang forward like ripe melons on a tree.

She licked her lips. Standing back upright, she brought her hands up to massage and squeeze her tits through her lacy bra. Pushing them up, her tongue snaked out. Further and further her moist tongue protruded, incredibly long! Then she began wetly swabbing the tops of her tit flesh. Licking herself.

I was hard in my Docker's khakis. The other dude was tenting his super wide extra extra sized jeans.

Anita reached behind and unclasped her bra, keeping it in place by holding her arms to her sides. She leaned over her seated customer. The bra was losing ground no matter how tightly she kept her biceps against her ribcage. The mammoth black chest pushing to freedom. She moved her bosom down toward the large negro's face, opening her mouth in indication for him to do the same. She then placed her front bra strap into his mouth and closed her mouth and he closed his. With a smile she slowly pulled up, so that his clenched teeth slowly pulled the bra off of her. Her twin black mammaries rose like two soft, smooth volleyballs. Then the bra fell to the ground

The black man wrapped sinewy arms around her, pulling her chest to his hungry mouth. Anita let out a surprised laugh. Every John would do different things. When he began to painfully bite her tit flesh, cruelly twisting her nipples in his teeth, she instantly wondered if the manager would keep his promise to help her if she cried out. The more she thought of all the times she overheard him make racist remarks about her when he thought she was not around, the more certain she was that she could be tortured and dismembered back here and he would never pay any mind. He wouldn't even clean up, probably sell tickets to see the 'massacred negro girl'.

Anita repeatedly gasped, and bit back on her cries of pain. Enough of her anguish escaped her lips to bring a smile to her assailant. She looked over at the short white man, who was what, 30, 31 years old? This negro would kick his ass into yesterday in a second. She would have to ride this one out. Tears soon fell from her eyes, again bringing a smile to him. Five minutes of tit torture (which seemed like an eternity) that would leave purple bite marks and bruises over much of her tit flesh, and it was over. Anita's chewed up nipples were swollen to twice the size that they had ever been.

Anita staggered a step back, trying to regain her composure. She moaned as she rubbed her pain wracked breasts. Putting on another great sexy show. Her squeezing fingers pressing dimples into the firm hard chest. I assumed this was all part of the regular act. I was still determined to prevent Anita from having sex with this guy. I wasn't really sure sex was part of the 'back room' treatment, and I certainly didn't believe that Anita would ever consider sex in a setting like this, and definitely not for money.

"Okay buddy, did you enjoy the show? Anita can we go somewhere and talk?"

Amazing. This stupid ass white motherfucker was like a brick. She answered by looking back at him as she dropped to her knees on the filthy floor, directly in front of the seated black man. The sticky, cruddy floor pulled on the smooth skin of her legs as she positioned herself so that her face was in the negro's lap. A pair of four inch cockroaches crawled across her legs. Turning her attention forward, she unzipped his jeans. Then reached a young slender hand inside to pull out the black snake she wanted.

It was not fully hard. Actually soft and pliant in her hand. However its black length was already 7 inches. An inch larger than my own at its fullest extension. Anita was running her hand slowly up and down it's length. She turned towards me again and pursed her lips.

"So you love me so much," she was speaking in baby talk. "Do you want to give me a kiss? Huh?" Then she turned back to the black organ (keeping her eyes looking into my own eyes) and pressed her pursed lips against the shaft. A glint came to her face as she read my terrible pain from my face. With a smacking of lips, she completed the dick kiss. However, once she removed her red lips (I couldn't get over how different she looked in make up), she moved her pouty angelic face up to the head of the cock. Then again pressed her pursed red lips against the mushroom end. She again finished with a loud kissing sound.

Back to a normal voice now. "Hmmm, I love a great kisser."

Anita rubbed up and down the shaft with her soft palm, wrapping her fingers around the joystick. "Have you figured out why I picked this guy to start my night off?" Then she giggled as she gazed at the black member. As she pumped it, it grew harder and wider. It lengthened to 8 inches, then 9 inches. She squeezed it, it still had some softness, it wasn't full grown yet!

"You don't know anything about me. What I want. What I like. What I need. Why don't you just go home?" how could she mean this? I thought that I was something special to her. Then she opened her mouth, and dropped her face down onto the stiffening black prick. Jesus! I couldn't believe it! The mushroom head disappeared between my love's stretching lips. She increased the tempo of her masturbating hand. Slurping and sucking sounds, Anita's cheeks drawing inwards in her efforts. A dreamy look came to her eyes, like she was savoring her favorite flavor ice cream.

The negro's reaction was immediate. He began squirming in his chair. Convulsing as her raspy tongue licked his sensitive cock head. "Oh shit, goddamn. Don't stop. Goddamn." Anita bobbed up and down on the tool. Recreating the feel of a vagina with her hot moist mouth, and furthering the sensation with her sucking action and licking tongue. In moments, he was growing larger. So abruptly, as if it was being inflated with an air hose. Wider, thicker. 10 inches long. Thicker. 11 inches long. Anita was reaching nearly halfway down the spear on her downward bobs, and began rotating her mouth so that she could bring her tongue more easily to bear on all sides of the penis. Turning her head clockwise then back, then counterclockwise and back.

Anita would squeeze the shaft from time to time. When it was so hard that there was no give (I could see the strain in her arm muscles and bare back) she knew it was at it's fullest glory. 11 inches, more than twice as thick as my own white dick. In fact the thick throbbing vein running along the underside of the cock was near the size of my cock. It was slightly curved, like a banana, upward towards his pot belly. Anita was trying to let her saliva run out her mouth, but the negro cock was so thick and wide that it was a tight seal pushing between her stretched lips. The large veins all over the cock were like speed bumps, creating slurping sounds whenever they passed in and out of Anita's face.

After about 10 minutes, Anita took her mouth from the cock. Letting her mouth open over the dick, she let flow a huge amount of saliva, which dripped heavily onto the cock. So that its slickness glistened in the light.

"Where you think you goin' Bitch!" his strong hand grabbed Anita's head by her long hair, yanking her back down. Nearly breaking her neck with the violent pull. He stood as he placed his other hand on the back of Anita's head. Then plunged his black spear once more into her mouth. Now standing, he was in control. Pushing down hard on the back of her head and thrusting with his hips, the cock head rammed into the back of her mouth. The impact was painful. Anita gagged so loudly, that a few probably heard her back in the main room.

The negro was not happy that 4 inches of his meat had not yet enjoyed the wonderful sensations that awaited inside Anita's head. Her eyes bulged out significantly as the black man forced himself down into her throat. Inch by inch it sank out of view. In a minute it was in. Giving new meaning to the term deep throat. The cockhead reached down her throat, lodging between her collarbones. He began fucking her neck. Pulling out 4 inches then pushing back in. It became clear from the black girl's more and more frantic movements that her air had run out. So he would pull further back out after two more fuck strokes, well, maybe three. Oh, it felt so good. Just a fourth. And a fifth stroke.

Anita clasped her small hands onto the sides of the man's jeans. Feebly yanking and pulling on them. He held her face against him. Grinding her beautiful cheekbones into his brillo like pubic hair. Pressing his full balls against her chin.

Then he released her. With a few gasps she regained herself. Her giant chest riding over her expanding lungs with each breath. "Damn negro! You wanna kill me?" he shrugged and sat down, then patted his lap.

"Come here sugar," he said.

Anita moved over top him, placing her long sexy legs outside his. Spreading them wide to straddle the seated man. The 11 inch black veiny banana stood up. Raging hard, and covered with Anita's saliva. Again she paused to look over at me.

"So you want to marry me? Why don't you imagine me in my white wedding gown right now." Glancing down, she positioned herself over top the hard throbbing missile, and pulled the skimpy G-string out from in front of her shaved pussy.

"Am I in my wedding dress?" I nodded yes.

"What?"

"I said yes, yes you are."

The John was looking up at her and her young hot body, it was for sure this was some kind of psycho chick. What the hell, I'll fuck her brains out.

"Have you picked out my ring?"

"I've already bought it."

Another glance confirmed that the cock was near touching her swollen pussy lips. "Let's exchange vows right now, don't you want to? Watch real close now."

My tears were streaming now, and she saw. "Yes. Yes, I Do." Watching as she had asked.

"I Douughhhh!" Dropping down on the incredibly wide 11 inch cock with her body weight, it punched into her cunt. Knocking the air out of her. About 7 inches had penetrated the girl. So wide, more so than a soda can. Anita's mouth hung open and her eyes were scrunched shut. Then she pulled up, only to drop herself again. Now drawing her high heels off the floor as she fell upon it, impaling herself.

"AAghhhh! So good negro!" she gasped. A moments recovery. Then another drop onto the dick. She picked up her pace slowly but steadily. Also, she began to except more of it. 8 inches. A dozen more drops, then 9 inches.

She was bouncing passionately upon him now. Kicking herself up so that it nearly pulled out her pussy, then again taking her feet from the floor, slamming the cock into her. "Oh Negro! Ughh! Ughh! Negro!"

Her muscled legs worked hard to maintain the furious fuck pace. Clenching her calves with each upward movement, then her thighs as she held her legs in the air to maximize the dick thrust into her insides. Her massive black tits danced and swayed mightily.

"Aagh! Uh! Uah!"

A glaze came to Anita's eyes. The kind, intelligent spark that I had seen and loved in her young almond shaped eyes, seemed to be being drained out her by the monstrous log pummeling up between her legs. What remained was a bestial, grunting animal. Her eyes lost and unfocused, her senses transferred to her jack hammer fucking. She placed her arms around her black John's massive shoulders. He then grabbed hold her huge tits with his powerful hands. Pulling down hard on them with each down stroke, adding his immense strength to her body weight to crash his cock harder and harder into her. 10 inches deep. Then finally, 11 inches. Each stroke encompassing the entire black cock.

"Oh god fucking negro! Aghhh! Uh!"

The two blacks fucked, straining into each other. Veins puffed out on Anita's neck and the black John's forehead. Their grunting became more and more the sounds of wild animals coupling. The constant slapping of their pelvis's smacking then grinding together.

"Ah! Ughh! Yes! Deeper! Ah! So hard baby! AGHH!!!"

Anita shrieked. Pushed to orgasm, then beyond. She convulsed for what seemed like 15 minutes on top of the black stick. Her juicy cum squirting out the sides of her pussy. Their violent fucking now sounding with loud slurping sounds along with the constant slapping of flesh on flesh.

A couple minutes later, it was the black man's turn to roll his eyes back.

"Ah! Girl! Ughh! You're my little negro! I'm coming!"

Anita had felt the increasing tremble of the negro's cock. Then expertly dismounted, seizing the member in her black hand. Pumping it furiously. It was slick with her juice. She moved her face about 6 inches from the cockhead, opening her mouth wide to stick out her tongue. As the John's eyes were rolling around, she looked over at me, to share the moment with me.

She had aimed carefully. The big gob of thick semen streamed straight into her waiting mouth. The tail of it falling across her tongue. She continued her pumping of the greasy cock shaft. As the second shot flew into her mouth, Anita smiled warmly at me. She was not paying attention, and the third cum shot nearly missed her mouth. The big load splashed against the inside of her left cheek. He was still cumming forcefully. The fourth jet didn't quite shoot as far, splashing into her chin. Covering her chin entirely in a sheet of white cum. Some of the fourth shot had landed on the very edge of her tongue. There it hung thickly, threatening to drip, but not dropping. The white semen hung from her chin in a half dozen thick strands, which did not break or drip, but hung there like ornaments.

Anita moved her mouth closer, to catch the rest of the ejaculation. The man was now focusing on Anita, so she returned his stare. So that she was looking into his eyes as his load continued to spurt into her open mouth. She was now about 2 inches from his dick, and moved so that his cock was higher than her mouth. Three more spurts flew into her mouth. The expulsion velocity had lessened, but not the quantity. Big load after big load fired onto her pallet.

Nearing a dozen cum spurts, Anita moved her hand up to the mushroom head. Masturbating the end and tip of the cock as fast as she could to syphon out every drop. The thick cum syrup was now running from the cum slot. Anita held her mouth so that it dripped down into her mouth. Then she plunged the cock into her mouth, bobbing quickly over the head. Licking the head and sucking hard, her cheeks drawing inwards. She was rewarded with four more hot cum shots directly onto her warm mouth. She never took her eyes away from her black John's eyes.

She held the convulsing mushroom in her mouth for a minute. Then let it out with a loud 'pop'. She rose up further on her knees, to rub the greasy cock against her tits. Transferring the large quantity of her cum and his own from his happy penis to her big black breasts. While doing this she opened her young face, showing him the great quantity of his spunk she held. Sticking her tongue in and out. Letting it submerge in the goo when her tongue retreated into her mouth, then being coated with his sex slime when she stuck it out. She giggled like the child she was inside.

Then with a glance at me, she began to swallow it. It took three loud gulps for her to be finished. Both of us watched her throat convulse, knowing that each time a large amount of cum traveled from her mouth, down her slender neck, into her belly. Then she stood from her John. The cum had begun to drip from her chin onto her black tits. There it ran slowly into the goop she had rubbed onto herself from the black man's cock. She smiled and rubbed the sperm into her tit flesh. She stood right in front of him so that he could watch. Slowly, luxuriously, she massaged his slick cream into her young chest.

After a few minutes, Anita changed the subject. "Okay mister, my 20 bucks. I gotta get going here."

This made him upset for reasons known only to him. He grabbed Anita by the arm, spinning her around.

"Hey!"

Then pushed her down to her hands and knees. His 20 dollar bill was rolled up, and he jammed it up Anita's tight asshole.

"Agghhh! You fucking bastard!"

Using two fingers, he pushed it deep. Then stood and walked from the disgusting room.

It took Anita a minute to rise from the floor. She stood before me, topless in her high heels. Her G-string was still pulled to the side, the flimsy material not moving back in place. My dreams of a house, and a home with Anita. A family. It was all gone. She would never marry me, I knew. My life would never know happiness. My tears started anew.

Anita put her hands on her hips, and walked towards me. Her cum greasy tits swaying back and forth. Her chin still dripping into her cleavage. I was crying, I was an emotional mess.

"What the fuck are you still doing here, stupid asshole? Don't you have church or something tomorrow? I got about five more hours work here. GET THE HELL OUT! And don't come around my house or call or anything like that. I'm not going to see you again."

Then she noticed that my hand had been holding a 50 dollar bill. A quirky look came to her face.

I could always see her Saturday nights.

Wow, I just noticed the various different emails he went through. Was kinda choppy back then!

Man that was great, appreciate the extra stories! He sure did go through a lot of emails now that you mentioned it.

That. Was. Retarded.

Oh, very nice. I posted them up on my forum so I have as complete copy as I can have.

>>18

Glad to be of service. For all I know there may even be more, but I sure haven't seen them.

Now, if you find the complete sequel to Cthulhu Date Rape, I'll love you forever. :)

From the same series - I don't have a complete one.

Archive-name: cthulu3
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Subject: (fwd) 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...


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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 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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Continued in Part Two!
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Oh, here's Cthulu Cheerleader Massacre which I believe was the original sequel prior to the above.

Got anything here you haven't seen?

Cthulu Cheerleader Massacre

Part 1

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.

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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.



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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.



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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!


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Those were awesome!

Anymore of the Cthulu cheerleader massacre?

>>23

Couldn't see any. Sorry.