Cthulhu 1 - Cthulu Cheerleader Massacre by Dracthuus

Wil Whately calmly sat at the outside table of the small McDonald’s in Miami, and ate his cheeseburger. He didn’t really need food, anymore, because he could live for an eternity off of pain and terror. He still liked cheeseburgers, though.

He had passed the first hurdle towards achieving his god-hood… he now had an indestructable, immortal body with immense strength and speed. However, as he discovered after the transformation ceremony, the astonishing powers of his new self were mostly latent, requiring further feeding ceremonies to awaken.

He had, alas, only briefly scanned the Deus ex Lexicon after he had stolen it, and had only gotten as far as the transformation ceremony when his lust for power, and his lust to rape Kristen, had compelled him to continue. He continued to scan the volume at his table, his enhanced senses guarding against detection.

There were three major powers he would need to acquire before he was complete. Control of his form, control of animals, and control of the minds of others. Each one would require a slightly different ceremony, a slightly different mix of terror, pain, and physical satiation. He would require the aid of several monsters and servants of the old ones to complete these tasks, but that was hardly a problem. The power of the Necronomicon was already a part of him… he didn’t need the ancient tome any more, and had very carefully hidden it in a graveyard in New Hampshire. Couldn’t have too many power-hungry people aspiring to godhood, now could we?

That night, he had approached an ATM machine, shattered the security camera with a rock from outside of it’s range, and ripped it out of the wall of the bank with his bare hands. Alarms started going off like crazy, of course, but he had plenty of time to pull all of the money out of it’s heavily armored compartment and run far away before any security or police arrived. The body was well suited to acts of this type.

Wil used the money to acquire money-orders, and used the money-orders to set up a checking account for himself in St. Louis, Missouri. The robbery was considered an unsolvable mystery, because it would have taken ten men working with heavy construction equipment half an hour to perform it. Wil repeated this operation several times within a month, each time in a different city. In thirty days, he had several million dollars. More than enough capitol.

It helped that he didn’t need to eat, or sleep. Just a quick walk through a bad part of town, where people everywhere lived in despair, was more than enough nourishment for him. Likewise, he needed no place to stay during that time. But then, he needed a place. A nice, secure place in which to perform his rituals. That, and he needed a car. Taking the bus everywhere would no longer work, and the car he had owned was too easily tied in with the robbery of the Deus ex Lexicon.

He found a lovely house out in the middle of nowhere, formerly owned by a farmer. It cost him less than a tenth of his total wealth, even after he had had contractors install soundproofing and modern conveniences. For a car, he purchased a large, black van, with tinted windows and a black carpet and leather interior. A lot more of his money went into large shopping trips to hardware shops, where he purchased hooks and pulleys and rope and chain by the truckload, not to mention sickles and chainsaws and machetes. He was amazed at how much of what he needed to acquire ultimate power was available at a hardware store!

Having acquired the raw materials, he began to weave a tapestry of darkness within the house. Shoggoths and Night Gaunts and other beasts of darkness arrived, constructing altars and symbols of power within the place, darkening it with magics most foul. At the end of the second month, his place was complete, and had just the right “homey” feel to it.

The Deus ex Lexicon rested on a black marble pedestal in the library… and curses of such magnitude were placed on it that anyone, save Wil, who even touched it would fall to dust and bones before they had taken a second breath.

He was ready.

It would have been quite simple merely to hire a hooker, bring her back to the house, and use her for the ceremony. Contrary to popular belief, virgins weren’t all that particularly powerful. He would need one for the third and final ceremony, of course, but that was more for style than efficacy.

But hookers were usually jaded to pain and terror… they had seen so much and done so much and had so much done to them that their pain and terror was stale… suppressed. Much better to find some young thing who thought she was invulnerable to pain and terror… who thought she was too good for it. Age wasn’t particularly important, but Wil had a taste, at this time, for High School girls. Easily accessible, by far too inexperienced not to fall into just about any trap that he laid, and usually too snooty and stuck-up to think anything bad could ever happen to them.

He took a room in a town far away from his home, and read the local papers. When he read that a local high-school team was going away for a night game, he drove his black van to their parking lot, and waited for the bus to come back.

Part of him cried warnings to him - “be subtle! Be cautious! Don’t scare the mortals too much yet… you’re not at your full power!”

Other parts of him, though, scoffed. - “Subtle? I’m immortal and invincible! I can evade anything the mortals throw at me, and I’m only just starting! I’ll show them the true meaning of terror!”

The bus arrived back, and football players and cheerleaders started getting off of it, waiting for their rides to come, or starting to walk to the local ice-cream parlor to celebrate. Wil concentrated, and sent a pair of Shoggoths straight into their midst.

For most of them, the terror was short-lived. The mighty bladed tentacles of the Shoggoths pierced them, sliced them, layed them open like fish being gutted for frying. For some, their wounds were still fatal, but not quite as immediately; they would spend minutes or hours bleeding their life onto the street or into an operating room, from gaping holes in their abdomens or missing limbs. Nothing any medical science could do would stop that bleeding, it was somehow supernatural.

For a few, the terror was just beginning. The Shoggoths grabbed four of the cheerleaders, who screamed and kicked ineffectually at the monsters, and threw them into the back of the van. One Shoggoth entered the van with them, holding all four helpless in its many tentacles. The other Shoggoth simply vanished… sent back to where it came from by the force of Wil’s mind.

In another moment, the four cheerleaders were quite asleep, a quick spell from the Necronomicon ensuring their silent slumber. The second Shoggoth vanished, and Wil drove off.

No witnesses. About forty dead, four missing. Police would find a set of van prints, but they would be mixed in with the hundreds of other tire prints from the vehicles of the dead (and missing) teens’ parents, the news vans, and the polices’ own cars. Wil enjoyed a leisurely three day drive, the extended fuel-tanks on the van allowing him to stop only once.

Once at his home, he moved not with the speed and impatience of a rapist anxious to get at his prey, but with the cold precision of a craftsman, applying his art to a new medium. The four girls were carried to the basement, and shackled to four walls of a five-walled room. They were chained to the wall spread-eagled, held tightly by leather manacles and anklets. The walls they were secured to were slightly convex, pressing subtly at the center of their backs while pulling their arms back, givng their breasts a pronounced thrust.

Will secured the supplies he would need, and sealed the door. Now, it was impossible to tell that there was a door in this room at all. The entire room was black… black leather restraints on black walls, black floor, black ceiling, a single, wide, black altar in the center of the floor with black iron rings set in the corners, holding lengths of black rope. The light came from a diffuse, hidden source in the ceiling… everything in the room was well lit, but black. Wil was dressed in a black robe over black shorts, his pale skin a stark contrast to all that was around him. The cheerleaders’ bright blue and yellow uniforms brightened the place considerably.

WIll examined the four… the two brunettes were quite short, and one of them wasn’t all that attractive… she would probably become the example he first used to inspire terror in the others. The one with brown hair had a lot of promise… she looked like she was in her 20’s, and had an absolutely amazing body. But the blonde!

Golden hair, face made up professionally, body of a porn star. The gold chain on her wrist spoke of wealthy parents, a protected life… a rich bitch who never had a fear in the world, except that perhaps one of her rich bitch friends would wear the same dress to prom. She was the one. The other three would be window-dressing for this ceremony, but she would be the one who gave him the first power - control over his form.

Before he woke them, he prepared them. They’d been asleep… effectively in suspended animation for three days. When he awoke them, however, all of their bodily processes would start up again, including some that made rape… messy and distasteful, at best. He walked up to the first brunette, the average looking one, and spoke a quick incantation.

A slug appeared in his hand… a slug about a foot long and three inches wide, glowing a pale green. Grinning, he levered the sleeping girl’s mouth open, and pushed the head of the slug between her helpless lips.

She had no sensation, no awareness. It might have been more entertaining to do this to her after she was awake, but Wil had so many other plans for the girls that he felt he could do this one without them. The slug crawled into her mouth, and dissapeared down her throat.

WIl waited. The slug was a spectral creature, that thrived on things most other creatures found distasteful. As Wil watched the girl’s motionless form, the creature was emptying her stomach, intestines, bowels, and bladder. When Wil’s senses told him the creature was finished, he banished it back to the place from which it came, and summoned another.

He cleaned each of the girls out throuroughly with the awful creatures, assuring that they would not only be unable to put a mess in his nice black room, but that they would be starving, and more vulnerable to whatever he wished to do to them.

That finished, Wil awoke them, and listened to their questioning noises and screams of fear for a few minutes, seated on the altar, cleaning his fingernails.

“What…? Oh, god, what’s happeing?”

“Help! I can’t move! HELP me!”

“Oh, no! No! Please, help! No!”

“Let me GO! Let me go, you bastard! LET ME GO!”

Wil enjoyed the display… it showed that they had life in them. He would need that.

He had learned, years ago, that when you gave something a name, that name became a part of it, and if you could truly see, you could truly see the name of that thing. It had been very useful in luring small girls away from playgrounds.

He approached the least attractive one, the brunette, and said “Are you a virgin, Lina?”

The girl was shocked. “How do you know…”

He reached forward, and stroked her cheek. “I know a lot about you, Lina. I know you’re a virgin,” he said. There was so much he could tell, just from looking at her. “You’re going to die a virgin, too.”

Her face paled, the other three became silent, in shock.

“No, please… no! I don’t want to die…..”

WIl put his hand over her mouth, and turned to the other three.

“I want you all to watch this very carefully. I am about to kill your friend, here. If you do not all do exactly as I tell you to, the same thing will happen to you.”

“No, wait…” started the brown-haired beauty.

“Oh, god, no…” started the blonde.

“Wait! I’ll do it! Just don’t…” said the other brunette. Wil Tsked. She would have to be next. She was far far to anxious to accomodate him.

Wil reached forward, and grabbed a handful of the skin-tight sweater of the brunette in either hand. WIthout apparent effort, he ripped it clean open, bits of thread and fuzz flying. Her modest breasts were in a cream-colored bra that did nothing for her figure.

“NO! PLEASE, DON’T!” she screamed, as Wil began to play with her breasts. With a smile, he tore her bra open as well.

As she screamed into the black room, Wil released first one hand, then the other from the wall, and bound them together behind her back. Then, he released her ankles, and bound them together. She stood there, crying, her cheerleader’s uniform ruined, her bare breasts jiggling with her heavy breathing. As the other three looked on in shock, Wil forced her to her knees.

“I know you’ve never sucked a cock before, Lina,” Wil said, as he opened his robe and dropped his shorts. His cock, which he willed at the moment to be eleven inches long, fully erect, pointed directly at her helpless face. “This will be the first, and the last cock you ever have in your mouth. Good bye, Lina.”

“No! No! Oh, god, please, I’ll do whatever you mmmpph!”

Wil Tsked again… if she’d kept her big mouth shut, she might have lived a few seconds longer. No matter. He slowly pushed his big cock into her helpless, defenseless mouth, holding her head in both hands and pulling her lips over his erection.

In an unprecedented bit of spirit, Lina bit down hard on his cock… and nearly broke her teeth. WIl’s cock, like the rest of him, was completely indestructible. Lina’s relatively gentle nibble only excited him more.

The other girls broke out of their shock to shout at him, cajole him, to beg him to stop. He merely smiled down at Lina’s upturned, hopeful eyes, and continued his slow oral insertion.

In a minute, he was pushing it into her throat. She started to squirm, to jerk about, exerting all of the force she could. She might as well have been trying to lift a tanker truck… his strength was far too much for her.

As he continued to slowly push his cock into her throat, she started to gag and choke, her eyes began to bug out. She made little pitiful sounds of helplessness around his big cock… to no avail. Shortly, her nose was pressed up against his stomach, all eleven inches of that cock were in her mouth and down her throat, completely blocking off her air passages.

He held her like that, with his hands on the back of her head, as she struggled and squirmed on her knees, biting hard into his invulnerable cock, unable to close her eyes… she was unconcious in under a minute. It was four minutes before she died, though. Four minutes of pleading from her friends, all attempts to shout and cajole gone. Four minutes of intense pleasure… the fear in the room was escalating by the second as the three remaining girls watched their friend choke to death on his cock.

When her heart had beaten its last, he pushed her over onto her back, where she lay, blue-lipped, her open-in-death eyes staring at the black ceiling.

Wil regarded her body for a moment in the silence that filled the room. The other three were pale, sweating, one was shaking visibly… Wil had gotten the effect he had been going for.

He turned to the other brunette, and smiled. She screamed, and the other two began screaming for help. Among the cacophany, Wil unbound the second brunette and held her by one hand, as she kicked and beat at him with her free hand. He allowed this to go on for several minutes, ignoring every blow, including the several well-aimed kicks at his crotch. He was invulnerable, and enjoyed that status.

When she had tired herself out quite a bit, he dragged her over to the altar, forced her down onto her back, and bound her wrists and ankles to the four corners.

The other two became silent… they had decided that the more they yelled, the worse they made it for their fellow. This wasn’t entirely true… it would be worse for her no matter what. WIl was not particularly bothered by their noise, unless it bolstered their spirits… he wanted them in fear, and in pain. The fear in the room was building… the fear in the blonde would have to be at it’s peak when he sacrificed her, and to do that, he had to work very carefully on the other remaining two!

“Hello, Kristen,” Wil said to the bound brunette. “Do you want to die?”

“N…no,” she squeaked, her voice breaking.

Wil smiled warmly, and tore off her skirt. She winced, but remained still, believing that if she didn’t resist, she would be spared. Wil liked that… there was a glimmer of hope in her. It put a glimmer of hope in the other two. That was an excellent start, because it meant there was someting to extinguish.

WIl stroked her muscular thighs, running his fingernails in little circles on the warm, supple flesh. Goosebumps rose on the girl, and she began to relax, unwittingly… what he was doing felt good!

Gently, almost lovingly, Wil worked at the fabric of her sweater, and carefully he pulled it apart and removed it from her. He did the same with her bra and panties.

Kristen had a modest body, but well developed, very firm, a nice, flat tummy and lovely jutting breasts with bright pink nipples. WIl layed his hand on her sparse patch of dark pubic hair, and gently ran the pad of his pinky over her mons.

“Does this feel good, Kristen?”

Kristen knew what he wanted to hear, plus, she wouldn’t be lying… even though he had killed Lina, and even though he was going to rape her, it DID feel good.

“Y..yes…. yes, it feels g.. good.”

WIl gently teased her nipples to erection with his fingers, then bent forward, and sucked the left nipple into his mouth. Kristen gasped and arched her back, thrusting her breast deeper into his inviting mouth. The other two girls were very, very confused… what was going on here?

Wil then stood, and knelt on the altar, one knee on either side of Kristen’s head, his cock bobbing with the force of his pulse, the head of it directly over her mouth.

“I know you’ve done this before, Kristen,” said Wil. “Do me well, and maybe you’ll get out of here alive.”

Kristen looked up at the massive cock, and the fear began in earnest. She had given head a couple of times before, to guys on the football team… but neither of them were hung like this! Not only that, but this was more than a cock. It was the weapon that had killed Lina, and he was asking her to take it into her own mouth!

But she had little choice… she craned her head up, and soundly kissed the underside of the head, and began to run her tongue back and forth along the cleft of it.

Will lowered his cock to her lips, and smiled… he still had some human feelings, and he still enjoyed sex, he just didn’t need it. He enjoyed fear more, and the sharp pangs of it Kristen felt as the head of his cock slipped between her trembling lips were like a meal to him. He had carefully orchestrated this… every second, she would be afraid that he would shove that cock down her own throat, choking her to death as he had done to Lina. That constant trickle of fear was what his goal had been all along.

He slid more of his cock into her helpless, unwilling mouth, the fear and the sensation merging into a delicious whole. He reached down, and grasped her head, and slid his cock in and out of her mouth for a few moments… filling her mouth time and again, but never going too far, never choking her.

Kristen’s fear began to ebb, and she started to allow herself to enjoy the sensation… she sucked ever more enthusiastically, doing those things with her tongue that Vince had liked so much in the back seat of his car. She moaned deeply, and the other two were shocked that it seemed to be a moan of pleasure!

“God, she’s digging it!” said the blonde.

Wil felt the fear ebb as the pleasure increased, and decided to alter the mix. WIth a flexing of the muscles in his thighs, the head of his cock punched down into her throat.

Her eyes widened, her hands closed into fists as the muscles in her arms struggled against their bonds. Wil allowed this to go on for several seconds, then he pulled his cock back, resting the head of it on her tongue.

“Did that frighten you?” he asked gently, stroking her hair.

“Mmm-hmmm,” she agreed, her mouth full of cock.

“Good,” said Wil, as he entered her throat once more. He fucked her face hard, then, pulling out enough for her to breathe, for an instant, then plunging back into her throat once. more. She struggled and fought under him, finding it hard to time her breathing to his thrusts… the other two girls became silent once more - she was now most definitely NOT “digging it.”

He fucked her throat for another few minutes, then pulled out, and stood next to her. He turned to face the one with brown hair.

“You’re next, Christy,” he leered. He moved down between Kristen’s legs.

“Oh, god, mister, please, don’t do anything to me… please, let me go…”

Wil smiled, and sat between her legs. “Why so worried, Kristen? You’re no virgin.”

Kristen blushed… the other two hadn’t known that. “It… it was only the wuh-once…” she said, tears flowing down her face.

Wil chuckled. “Yes, with that gardner, in your garage. Oh, yes, Kristen, I know all about you. I know everything there is to know about you. Would you like to know how you’re going to die?”

Kristen paled, shock setting in. “How?”

“Badly,” said Wil, as he pushed a finger into her vagina. She squealed, and tried to move her hips, to dislodge his finger, but bound as she was, there wasn’t much she could do.

Wil finger-fucked her for a moment, relaxing her, giving her a nice, pleasant sensation. His thumb worked briefly at her clitoris, bringing her close to orgasm. When she was moaning more from passion than fear, Wil put a second finger into her tight little near-virgin pussy.

As she gasped at the insertion, he inserted a third. He fucked her hard with three fingers, feeling her become wet around them. Her hips bucked up towards his hand, now, anxious for more. Wil’s smile became as hard as steel… she would get more.

As the other two girls watched on, confused and terrified, Wil placed his pinky into Kristen’s pussy, and pushed hard. Kristen’s moans changed almost immediatly.

“Ooooooooooh, GOD! NO, OW! Oh, NO!” she yelled. “Too much! TOO MUCH!

Take it out! Take it out!”

But WIl kept on pushing, until his knuckles vanished into his victim. She screamed, and arched her back again, but that was nothing compared to the scream she issued when he forced the rest of his hand up her tight, inexperienced hole.

Wil glared into Kristen’s wide-open eyes. “You will pray to die as easily as LIna did,” he hissed, as he forced his hand further up her vagina.

Kristen’s protected world hadn’t taught her the phrase “Fist Fuck,” but that was what was happening to her nonetheless. Will drove his impossibly strong, impossibly hard fist deep inside her, pulling out a little, and driving in even further. The other two girls began to scream again, to beg, to plead. But, try as they might, they could not close their eyes or look away! That was part of the magic of the room, and the altar. Wil had seen to that personally. He wasn’t doing this merely for his own amusement, although he had to admit it was kind of fun. It was no good unless the other victims saw what was happening, and anticipated worse!

WIl continued to ram his fist deeper and deeper into Kristen. Kristen lost the ability to scream… the pain became so intense she lost her breath. Then, horribly, she felt something rip inside her… he was tearing at her insides! Blood started pouring out along his arm, and the other cheerleaders screamed and screamed… Kristen’s pain increased, and she threw her head back, the only clear thought in her mind was a prayer that she die as easily as Lina had. Then, there was a single, awful wrenching pain in her chest, and Wil yanked his hand completely out of her, spattering the room with blood, and held something over Kristen’s still open eyes.

She realized, a moment before she died, that it was her own heart - still beating. Her terror and pain in death increased the power in the room tenfold.

Wil stood up, and looked at the other two… he was naked now, his robe lost in his exertions, spattered with blood, and covered with it from the tips of the fingers of his right hands up to his bicep. He dropped the heart on the floor, unbound Kristen’s body, and threw it into a corner.

He began to glow, a sickly greenish glow, from the power in the room. As the power gathered, he went to a recess in the fifth wall, and with his blood drenched hand, pressed a panel. Another panel slid aside, revealing the Deus ex Lexicon, open to the appropriate page.

Wil began the incantation, as the power flowed into him from the first two victims. As the Horrendous words passed his lips, the other two girls became silent, horror stricken, their sanity beginning to falter. Wil smiled broadly, and untied Christy from the wall.

The mature appearing teenager with the brown hair and amazing body struggled hard, with the strength of insanity. Wil held her by one arm, again, as she struggled, and as she fought against his invulnerable body, he ripped every shred of her cheerleader’s uniform off of her. When she was naked, and barely able to stand from exhaustion, Will dragged her to the blood drenched altar, and forced her down onto her stomach. She writhed and struggled, Kristen’s warm blood soaking her delicate white flesh, but it was no use, as Wil bound her wrists and ankles, and had her spread-eagled, her lovely prominent ass completely vulnerable to him.

Wil was finished with words… he knew her name, knew she lost her virginity some time ago, knew about her long string of rich and rather impotent boyfriends… it didn’t matter. She was nearly insane with fear… a fear that was so great it was contagious. Wil’s smile became a demonic baring of his teeth… mix that fear with incredible pain, and she would be the final ingrediant before the sacrifice!

There were no preliminaries… Wil merely moved behind her, grasped his huge cock in one hand, and placed the head of it against Kristen’s one virgin hole, her anus.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” she screamed, as her tits and stomach slid on the blood-slick hard surface of the altar. That scream was all Wil needed. He rammed his cock home in one stroke, the immense length and girth of it tearing Christy’s insides horribly. She let out one, single, long, tortured moan, the pain too great for a scream. Then, he began to pump.

Every thrust, evey ramming in of his raping cock did more damage, even as she writhed under him, her long, svelte legs straining against the bonds on her ankles, her lovely hair being thrown back and forth as her head twisted this way and that in reaction to the incredible pain. Wil raped her ass with his entire great reservoir of supernatural strength… she went into shock after fifteen minutes of this torture.

Wil withdrew at this point… she was beyond pain and terror now, and was useless, except as an example to the last one, the sacrifice, the blonde - Tari. Wil summoned a Shoggoth from the depths of the otherworld.

Tari’s eyes opened wide, and her lips formed a scream… a scream that had no air behind it, for her throat was too tight with terror. Wil released the unconcious Christy, and the Shoggoth ate her alive, in front of Tari.

Christy’s eyes fluttered open for just a moment… perhaps some bodily mechanism for giving the body one last chance of defense in dire emergency. She was just in time to see the Shoggoth put her left leg into it’s immense mouth, up to mid-thigh, and bite. Christy had just enough life left to scream… which put Tari over the edge.

Her mind tortured, terror filling the small, black room, Tari’s protected life had never prepared her for this kind of experience. Her mind sank into a black pool, and she passed clean out.

Will smiled, as he watched his Shoggoth consume the body of Christy. He would have it eat the other two, as well, and clean up the blood… Shoggoths were good for that.

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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!