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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...

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!

Continued in Part Two!

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