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"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.

"What... 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.


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