Kristen had been on some odd dates before, but this one took the cake. That was the price she accepted for using that voice-mail dating service she'd seen advertised during Oprah.

She'd talked to some real losers, and had gone out with the few that seemed, at the very least, normal. Will turned out not to be normal at all, though.

Sure, he looked nice enough in a suit and tie, but the hair had to go, being long and black and just not taken care of very well. His beard and mustache were unkempt as well. There were just some things you couldn't tell about someone over the phone. Kristen had decided to do the dinner and movie thing, and then double lock her door and call the police if he didn't drive away within thirty seconds.

The dinner had turned out to be seafood, and expensive seafood at that. Instead of a movie, though, Will had wanted to see some book on exhibition at the local museum.

Kristen had gotten a chill when she looked at the book, standing next to him. Will had gazed at it longingly, as though, for a moment, he had forgotten she was there.

"What... what is it?" she had asked, feeling oddly cold.

"The Deus ex Lexicon," he had replied, his eyes almost glowing. "The God in the Book. Archaeologists have only just located it at a site that used to be completely underwater, thousands of years ago. It's thought to be a companion to the Necronomicon, the Book of the Dead."

"Uh... right," Kristen had replied. She was amazed at all the security around the place... it wasn't as if there were jewels there, or anything! Still, she was glad enough to leave.

Will couldn't stop talking about the creepy book, though. "The Necronomicon," he said, "contained what were supposedly spells and incantations for summoning beings of great power. It detailed the worlds beyond, how to reach them and control them. Some people think that it came from somewhere beyond this planet and that it was the basic guide in building earth."

"Uh... right," said Kristen. They were in the parking lot now, and a light fog was coming in from the ocean. Not entirely unseasonable for New England, but it added to the chill.

"However, now, the Deus ex Lexicon," Will continued, "supposedly describes the procedures for becoming a being of great power. The spells, the incantations, the lot. It's very powerful," he said, as they reached his car.

"Supposedly," corrected Kristen, as she sat down in the passenger's seat.

"Hmmm? Oh, yes, right, it's SUPPOSEDLY very powerful," Will said. He patted his pocket, and looked worried. "Uh-oh. My glasses. Can't drive without them. I must have left them inside. Why don't you wait here? I'll just dash back and get them."

Kristen looked around the desolate parking lot, in the dark, with the fog rolling in. "All right," she said. "Be careful."

"Oh, I will," he said, as he dashed off. Kristen rolled up the window, shut the door, and locked it. She kept her eyes wide open, looking around. These doors weren't unlocking for ANYTHING until Will got back. Maybe even after that. He was getting kind of spooky...

Minutes later, Will returned, throwing something in the back seat as he hurriedly got into the car. He was wearing his glasses.

"Much better," he said, as he started the car. They moved off very fast, much faster than he'd been driving all night.

"Whoa!" said Kristen. "What's the hurry?"

"Oh, nothing much, really..." he said, as they pulled several sharp turns. "It's just that...well, you said you had to get home kind of early, so you could be into work early tomorrow."

"Right," said Kristen, glad she'd thrown that into the plans at the beginning of the evening.

"Well, if it's all right with you, I'd like to show you my favorite spot. It'll just take a second... it's along the beach. It would mean a lot to me..." He left it hanging, a plea.

Kristen bit her lip. Just great. A nice deserted spot of beach... in the dark, with a fog. Sounded to her like a recipe for date-rape. But, she'd had a lot of karate in the past two years, and Will just didn't look all that tough. Plus, she didn't want to be accusing of him things he hadn't done. He was a nice enough guy, just a little spooky and greasy.

"All right," she said, "but only for a minute or two. I need to get to the office early tomorrow."

"Great!" he said. Kristen studied his face carefully, and decided she was probably safe. He didn't had the face of a man who thought he was about to get laid. He had the face of a man who was glad to be sharing something... special. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, thought Kristen.

The beach spot was, indeed, desolate. It sat on the side of the interstate and looked out on dark ocean. With the fog, and the clouds, it looked almost like the sands themselves were black, but Kristen knew that was just a trick of the light, or lack of it. She hoped.

It was scenic though, she had to admit. The tall, craggy rocks that surrounded the little beach were magnificent things, and the ocean coming up onto the beach had its usual soothing effect on her. It smelled to high-heaven of dead fish, though, she assumed that was normal.

Will took in a deep breath. "Bracing, isn't it?" he said. Kristen could only nod, trying not to choke. They got out of the car, and walked towards the beach, when Will turned around, and kicked the sand.

"Jeez, of all the luck! A flat tire!" he said, heading back towards the car. Kristen tensed... was this his ploy to get her in a compromising position, say, bending over the trunk, or lying on the ground to see where the jack went? She braced for any suggestion he had, ready to run for the road. Instead, Will opened his trunk.

"I thought it was handling kind of funny that last mile or so. This'll take me a few minutes... sorry, Kristen. Don't wander too far away while I change this, wouldn't want you to get into any trouble or anything."

As she watched, astonished, he pulled out a jack, a tire- iron, and a spare, and began to change the tire! If this were a ruse to put her off her guard, it was a damn tiring and elaborate one.

"I'll just be by the rocks, then," she said. Will only nodded as he rolled up his shirt sleeves.

Kristen wandered closer to the water, rounding a big house size rock and going out of sight of the car. She breathed a sigh of relief, not too deep, because it still stank like dead fish. She decided that Will wasn't such a bad guy... just an unlucky one, and kind of a book geek. Still, she'd keep trying the date-line, see if maybe one of the guys from the ad on Oprah was actually available...

She reached that conclusion just before the monster grabbed her.

The monster was ten feet tall and had tentacles arranged on its body in ways that Kristen's mind could not comprehend, and it smelled like dead fish too. Its huge fish-eyes focused on her, and its slimy body moved on her as its tentacles grabbed her around the waist.

The very appearance of the thing, the way it defied her mind to piece together what it actually looked like, dazed her senses. She passed out, not only from the sight of the thing, the fear, and the smell of it, but as a defense against trying to figure out what it was.

******

Kristen awoke flat on her back, unable to move. Whatever she was lying on, it was an irregular hard surface and it had sharp points that poked painfully into her back and buttocks. She opened her eyes and saw that she was tied down spread-eagled on one of the big flat rocks by the ocean's edge... one that looked surprisingly like a table. Will was standing over her, watching intently.

"Will! That thing! What... what's happening?"

Will stood and smiled. He lifted a black book front the rock she was tied to. "The Necronomicon," he said, his smile becoming cruel. "It's told me how to summon beings of power, such as the Shoggoth that caught and bound you."

"The what? Will, what's going on? Get me off of this fucking rock, now!"

Will shook his head, his eyes never leaving her. "I can't do that, Kristen." He lifted a second book. "The Deus ex Lexicon. I stole it from the museum when I went back for my glasses. It tells me that I need you. I thought I might."

Kristen's senses reeled, but she laid her head back and took stock of some facts. That book, the Deus ex Lexicon, had been under some pretty heavy security. If Will had stolen it that meant that he had some more stuff up his sleeve than she'd thought. And, well, that HAD been a goddam monster that grabbed her. Things beyond her ability to comprehend were happening, and that scared her. A lot.

"What do you need me for, Will? What's happening?

He moved to stand beside her, and he stroked her hair. She tried to pull her head away from his hand, but he only moved his hand to follow her.

"I'm going to become a god, Kristen. Like the Lexicon says. My mind, soul and life force will be in an indestructible and immortal body of unimaginable power. I will provide the mind and soul, and I will summon the creature that'll provide the body. But they are going to be put together... in your womb, Kristen."

Kristen pulled hard at the ropes on her wrists and ankles - - they felt slimy, but they were very strong and very tight. She couldn't budge. And before, she'd just been worried about a date-rape! This was something else entirely!

"Will, this is crazy," Kristen said, as she struggled. "This book stuff... its all make-believe! It can't really happen! That's all in the movies, not real life! You've got to believe me! It isn't going to happen!"

Will chuckled. "Kristen, you saw the Shoggoth I summoned to bind you. Shall I summon him again?"

"NO!" said Kristen. "No, please, not that thing..."

"Then you DO believe that this 'book stuff' is real," said Will. "You have no choice but to believe. You've seen it with your own eyes."

Kristen pulled harder at the bonds. "But... but Will, don't you need... need... a virgin, for this sort of thing? I'm not, I swear to God, Will. I'm not a virgin!"

Will shrugged. "Doesn't matter. It's not like you're going to be a sacrifice or anything. You're just a vessel, Kristen. A mixing bowl. If I need a virgin to finish the mix, I'll be able to collect one myself, once I've got my new body."

Kristen struggled harder and harder. She looked at the ropes binding her and realized they were some sort of seaweed that was growing directly out of the rock. Reality was taking a holiday, she realized, and it hadn't brought her along. The terror began to set in.

"God, please, Will, don't do this... I'm too young for this... I want to live, Will! Please, let me live!"

Will shrugged once more. "Sorry, Kristen. There will be police and things before too long, because I had to kill some people to get the book. I don't have time to find another vessel. In fact, I don't have time to talk to you any more. It's time I began."

"NO! No, PLEASE!" she screamed. "HELP! SOMEONE! HELP ME!"

Will ignored her. She realized they were too far from civilization for anyone to hear her. Anyone that would help her, that was.

Will lifted the first book, the Necronomicon, and stood at the shore, the water lapping up around his ankles, submerging his dress shoes. He began to speak in words Kristen didn't understand, reciting in a singsong voice. Somehow, he made the nonsense sound... evil.

Will's voice rose to a fever pitch. "IA IA! CTHULHU FTAGN! IA IA! CTHULHU FTAGN!" he called into the waves.

The waves answered him. A massive shape rose from the waters... nothing Kristen could recognize. It was just a huge, dark shadow blotting out the fog-gray sky. And then, it opened an eye the size of a Volkswagen, and Kristen passed out once more from fright.

******

Kristen awoke to the feel of something cold against her stomach. She opened her eyes to see Will cutting off her knit top with a long, sharp knife.

"Wh--what's happening?" she asked, slowly becoming aware. Will barely looked at her.

"We've struck a deal," he said, as he finished slicing open the front of her sweater. He opened it wide, revealing her taut stomach and her firm breasts in the lace bra she wore for dates.

"Will, don't do this! Please!" her eyes scanned the horizon, but she could see no sign of the great shape from the waves. "Will, what'll happen I'm afraid?"

"First," said Will, as he started to slice open her skirt, "The great old one will prepare me, bring my essences into one place, for the implantation. Then, I will take you, on this rock, placing my seed within you."

He sliced from the bottom hem of her skirt to her waistband, and opened it, revealing her pantyhose. He slipped his cold wet fingers into the elastic waistband of these, and began slicing down her leg.

"And... and then what?" she asked, tensing, shivering as she was stripped by this strange man.

"Then He will implant His seed into you. It won't kill you, but you'll probably wish it would."

Kristen shuddered, tears pouring her cheeks. "Will, please, don't do this to me! It's worse than rape, Will! Please, just rape me! Just take me, and let me go! I won't fight, Will, just... just rape me, I'll make it good Will, I promise!"

Will chuckled as he slit the other leg of her pantyhose. "Is that what you think this is all about? Rape? Do you think all I want is to poke you with my prick, Kristen?"

He pulled off her ruined panty-hose, leaving her in just her lacy bra and matching lacy panties. Then he put his face close to hers.

"I stole the Necronomicon when I was twelve years old, Kristen. I was fifteen before I understood any of it. Three years, locked away in a dark room, barely eating, barely drinking, barely sleeping. By the time I was finished with it, I had power, Kristen. Real power!"

He grasped one of her breasts through her bra, and started kneading it with his fingers, almost absently. Kristen gasped at the unwanted touch.

"I wanted sex then, Kristen. And I got it. The Necronomicon had given me power that you couldn't even dream of! I raped women then, Kristen. A lot. Raped them, killed them, drank their blood and offered them to the old ones. That's why they're agreeing to make me a god, Kristen! I could have had you at any time I wanted, Kristen!"

With a wrench, he tore her bra clean off. Kristen cried out from the pain, and then again as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her breasts and crushed at them.

"You've been naked to me all along, Kristen. I've been staring at your body all night, through your clothes. I've been feeling you against me, from across the room. But this is much more important than just sex, Kristen! This is for Godhood!"

He moved between her legs, and ripped her panties free. "There, Kristen. Now you're naked, defenseless, and you know it. Unlike the rest of this night."

He stepped back towards the beach, and removed all of his clothes. Kristen watched, tears pouring down her frightened face, as he revealed a surprisingly well-built body, bereft of fat, the muscles well defined and well developed. As she watched, tentacles burst up from the sand, and surrounded him, moving in on him.

"And now," he said, as the tentacles grasped his wrists and ankles and held him crucified in the air, "it begins!"

He screamed, then, the scream of a man who is having his soul ripped away. The scream tore into Kristen's ears and she screamed along.

Tentacles with small, delicate tips forced themselves down his throat, and the scream stopped, being replaced by a choking, gagging sound that would not stop. Will's arms were pulled out tightly, until Kristen could hear the sound of the shoulders popping, a sickening gristle-tearing sound that almost made her vomit. Will's long, well muscled legs were spread wide, and Kristen found herself staring at the horrible process, unable to take her eyes off it.

Will's body was suspended several feet in the air, the arms twisted oddly at the shoulders, the head thrown back, mouth full of wriggling tentacles, the legs spread wide, held tightly around the knees and ankles by the tentacles. More of the small, delicate tendrils slowly wrapped around his flaccid cock, and began to stroke it, to squeeze it gently. The tentacles looked slimy, and they seemed to lubricate his cock, sliding along it, and despite the terrible pain the body must have been experiencing, the cock began to grow erect under the supernatural manipulations of those tentacles!

Kristen watched as more tentacles gently stroked at his balls, and between his legs. She watched the cock become longer, and harder, and thicker than she imagined it possibly could.

Then, there was another terrible ripping-gristle sound as his legs were pulled wide, and out, and disjointed at the hips. The gurgling, choking screams increased, but his erection got even bigger! It was as though he was feeling all of the pain as pleasure, and it was getting him very horny and hard!

Kristen's eyes widened... she was unable to stop looking... the terrible sight held her entranced, forcing her to watch. She rationalized it... she was watching to find some weakness, to find vulnerabilities; but in truth, she finally admitted to herself, she watched to see what her own fate would probably be.

Will's body turned, slightly, just enough for Kristen to see the tip of a long tentacle plunge straight into his helpless asshole! The whole disjointed body jerked hard at the entry, and Kristen winced as she could see the tentacle wasn't merely slithering into him, it was fucking his ass, in and out, shunting back and forth. And still, his cock grew.

The horrendous process continued for some minutes, and then as suddenly as it had started, the tentacles withdrew from his cock, mouth, and anus, and he was gently placed on the ground. Tentacles arced over him and held him by the wrists, elbows, ankles, and knees. His eyes were pure white... the irises and pupils were just gone.

"Oh, god, NO!" she screamed. The tentacles moved the soulless body closer to her, as though they were manipulating a marionette... which, for all intents and purposes was exactly what they were doing. She gazed at his mutilated nakedness, and gasped... his balls were glowing with an unearthly green light. All of him that mattered.... his mind, soul, and life force, was encapsulated there, awaiting the moment when his body, manipulated by the 'old one,' would spill it's seed into her, carrying with it all of Will's essences too.

"Will? Oh, god, Will, STOP! PLEASE, NO!" she screamed, as the body mounted the stone altar she was bound to. But Will was beyond hearing... the body that knelt between her legs was nothing more than a puppet to the entity under the sand.

Kristen squirmed hard, pulling at the seaweed bonds on her wrists and ankles harder than ever.... she had heard that in times of stress, adrenaline could give you, for a moment, the strength of ten men. However, it would have taken more men than that to break her unearthly bonds.

She winced as the tip of that horribly huge cock brushed at the outer lips of her pussy. It was at least twelve inches long now, and the head had to be four inches thick! It was still slimy from the touch of the tentacles, as well, and Kristen wriggled her ass on the hard, sharp rock as best she could, trying to move herself away from his cock, trying to avoid the inevitable impalement!

But the body pressed down on her, and the tentacles guided the disjointed arms to place Will's hands firmly on her large, firm breasts. His body, and especially his breath, smelled of the dead fish she'd been smelling all along. His dead face hovered over hers, a hideous grin frozen on it.

"God, please help me," she whimpered, as the cold wet body of Will began to thrust that monster cock into her helplessly spread pussy. "GOD! OH, GOD, NO! PLEASE, NO!"

Slowly, the head of that monstrous cock entered into her tight slit, the slime from the tentacles making it just slippery enough force its way in. Kristen's head snapped back as she screamed from the pain, striking the rock and bringing more pain. And still, the cock pushed into her.

"Please, please, please...." she whimpered, as the body thrust its cock in and out of her. Finally, after several minutes, it had pressed the whole length up between her legs. Kristen writhed uncontrollably under the thing... the cock had dug so long, that the tip of it pressed against the very entrance to her womb! She closed her eyes, but the fishy face was still over hers... she could not only smell it, but she could feel the cold clammy skin.

Having achieved penetration, the body of Will began to fuck her, plunging the length of that horrible cock into her again and again. Kristen's defenseless body twitched and squirmed and writhed, to no avail. "No... oh, please, stop..." she repeated, over and over, in a tiny little-girl voice that spoke volumes about how much of her sanity was left to her.

The thrusting increased in intensity, and the sound of his cold dead flesh slapping against her crotch resounded across the desolate stretch of beach. Kristen began to scream, repeatedly, on each thrust... wordless, meaningless screams of pure pain and horror.

The loudest, though, was when the bones in his pelvic region snapped, allowing him to ram his cock even deeper into her, punching the head of his cock through her cervix and directly into her womb. She screamed not only with the pain of that penetration, but with the knowledge that the contents of his monstrously engorged and glowing balls would spill into her deepest recesses!

Finally the screams stopped, she took in air, and again, wailed to the night sky... wailed as though her very soul was being tortured to death. She didn't need to look to know.... her belly had a vague glow to it, and she felt very, very wet and slimy and full inside.

The body of Will jerked spasmodically on top of her several times, then fell, collapsing to the ground, green mist rising from the nose and mouth.

Kristen screamed for several minutes, then fell silent, tears pouring down her face, knowing that the process was only half over.

Kristen once again tried her bonds, as she lay there, bruised between the legs and sore, and found, to her great surprise, that she could pull her left hand free!

She pulled herself up as best she could and looked around... the tentacles had withdrawn into the sand... she was alone on the beach. Could she be so lucky? Could Will's power to bind her be gone, with his body dead? Or, did she have power over it now, because his essence was inside her?

No matter. She pulled with both hands at the bonds at her right wrist, and that bond came loose as well! Heartened, she bent down, and ignoring the pain of her recent rape, she freed both of her feet.

She rolled off of the rock and into the sand. There, on her hands and knees, she vomited, twice. The whole terror of the night caught up to her again, and she glanced back at the dead body of Will, eyes wide. Her hand went to her stomach, and she shuddered.

"Abortion clinic," she thought. "Just get to one. Now!" she said. A hospital might ask questions... questions to which she had no answers. She would just go to someplace where they took things out of people's wombs with no questions asked. But she would need to take Will's car. And that meant getting his keys.

Slowly, she stood, feeling very weak. She still had no idea what was going on, or what had happened to the lovely reality she had woken up in that morning. But she knew that the clothes that Will had left near the water held the keys that would take her back to her nice, normal life. She walked over to them, and bent down to search through the pockets.

That's when the tentacles re-emerged, grasping her wrists and ankles. She screamed, and screamed louder as the tentacles started to pull her into the water.

She threw herself backwards and tried to free herself... no help. The tentacles merely lifted her clear of the ground, and kicking and struggling, brought her up to her neck in the black ocean.

"GOD! NO! HELP, ANYONE, HELP!" she screamed. She felt more tentacles wrapping around her knees and elbows and waist, under the water. Then, one grasped her head, around the eyes.

"AAAAH! NO! NO! NmMmmphGkkkK!" she cried, as a tentacle entered her open mouth, and pressed down into her throat!

She began to choke, to strangle, as she felt the cold water of the ocean close over her head!

It was, in fact, worse than dying. She lived.

The tentacle in her throat kept her lungs inflated, not allowing any air to leave. Through some physical manipulation, it also kept oxygen in her lungs, removing carbon dioxide as it built up.

Several times, as she was pulled deeper and deeper, her heart tried to stop... as is natural when the lungs find they can no longer expand or contract. She suffered the pain of suffocation, but not the release of death she so richly graved. Every time her heart came close to stopping, a tentacle squeezed her chest harshly, giving crude, but effective CPR, until her labored heart continued beating, continued to take the oxygen from her horrendously tortured lungs to the rest of her helpless body.

Worst of all, she didn't pass out. She remained conscious the whole time, aware of every detail of what was happening to her. The pressure on her eardrums increased until the pain was unbearable, and then, with a knife-thrust of agony, the pain passed - the eardrums had burst.

The trip to wherever she was descending to took ten minutes, and every second, she was praying to die. Unfortunately for her, she lived.

She eventually felt soft, silty earth beneath her back, as she came to rest on the sea floor. Her limbs were again pulled to spread-eagled position, holding her helpless.

More tentacles converged on her, some encircling her large, bobbing breasts, some stroking along her stomach and between her thighs. The thing in the ocean needed energy for the task that it was about to perform, and she was the most ready supply. The thing ate fear and terror and pain, and she was a three-course meal waiting to happen.

Tentacles stroked her face, her hair, her throat... drinking in the terror, and the pain of suffocation, occurring constantly in it's still choking victim. The tentacle down her throat pulsed with excitement and feeding, the delicate tip of it deliberately tickling the inside of her esophagus, another maddening sensation that brought more pain, more terror.

But the thing needed more. It sent another tentacle probing between her legs, and she felt her legs lifted, bringing her ass off of the seabed. Her mind, awash with terror and agony, couldn't even guess at the meaning of this movement, nor did it want to try.

Slowly, it pushed the tentacle into her helpless anus, slowly twisting it into her, pressing past the resistance of her sphincter without any effort at all. Kristen's mind sang aloud in pain, all of the scream reflexes in her chest and throat working, but no sound coming out of her tortured, tentacle-clogged throat. The thing registered her pain, terror, and humiliation as it pumped her ass with the tentacle, fucking her hard in the butt, ripping and tearing her with every thrust.

The creature got no satisfaction from sex, but it gained great pleasure from pain. It enjoyed fucking her ass, and it did so for a good long time, while she writhed helplessly within its grip, making the occasionally gurgling sound. The tentacles on her breasts pulled and squeezed them roughly, adding ever more pain and terror.

Finally, the creature had built up enough reserves for the main task. Summoning its strength, it slowly pushed a tentacle up her helpless raped pussy, making the tentacle big enough to hurt but not big enough to cause damage. There was no in-and-out motion of a true fuck, but just the inexorable pressure of the thing pressing upwards inside of her, as she choked on the tentacle that kept her alive past her time. Her heart tried to stop again, but that simply would not do at this point, so the thing in the ocean started her heart with several squeezes of another tentacle, as the main one continued up her vagina.

Every nerve in her body shrieked with agony as the tentacle roughly forced open her cervix, and began to ooze black slime into her uterus. The tentacle up her ass pressed up further, bending her insides to make room for the new material.

Then, the thing stopped drinking her agony and fear, and fed it instead to the insidious mixture in her body. And the mix occurred.

Kristen had had some visions, when Will had explained what would happen to her, of being pregnant for some time with some monstrous child, and giving birth to a horrible monster. Neither was the way it worked out. Instead, the mixture assumed the size and shape of a fully grown adult male, all at once. It tore out of her body in a great cloud of blood under the water, and at last, she had her peace... when Will made his Godhood, they broke the mold.

Will swam easily up to the surface, and got dressed. That hadn't been quite as bad as he thought it would be, he thought to himself.

He spotted his old body on the sand, and chuckled. A Shoggoth would come along and collect that shortly, as well as Kristen's clothes. Wouldn't do to have too many questions asked.

He concentrated momentarily, and felt the great inner power within him. He felt it hungry. Now, like the creature below, he fed on pain, and terror. He liked getting laid, too, which worked out well.

"You were good, Kristen," he said to the waves. "But I don't think it's going to work out. I'm a god, and you're a cloud of blood three hundred feet under the surface of the Atlantic. I need someone else. But hey, we still be friends?"

The ocean refused to answer him. He chuckled again, and got into his car. It was time to move on, and feed. And so, with a song in his heart that predated the earliest memories of man, Will Whately drove down the road, looking for fresh meat.

END