In 3 parts, because of space....

Here's a snuff story that made me wet, except perhaps the VERY end. (smile)
ADULT only and not my fault if you are repulsed.

Part 1... Date rape.
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!


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