The Bride of Dagon

This must have caused Catherine some pain as the member was too large for the small space. As she squealed she opened her mouth and the thing immediately pushed it's bloated organ across her soft tongue and into her throat, which brought on a fit of gagging.

Rebecca was staring transfixed at the disgusting thing fucking the poor woman's innocent mouth when she felt the hand grasp the top of her head and turn her face to face with the crotch of the monster holding her. The tip of it's dick was peeking out of the pouch and Rebecca was pushed towards it. She closed her eyes and shut her mouth as it rubbed her face on the strange sex organ. Rebecca felt like she would be sick as the slimy substance coating it's growing erection seeped between her lips and smeared her cheeks.

The thought of her cheeks brought to mind what was happening to the widow and Rebecca decided to try a different form of resistance, so she opened her mouth and swallowed the things cock as deep as she could. The creature made a strange raspy noise which might be pleasure just before Rebecca bit down as hard as she could. She chewed the member and jerked her head from side to side pulling on it. The creature went still and Rebecca opened her eyes to look up at it's face.

The thing showed no sign of pain, in fact if it's unnatural face could be read her interpretation could only be that it had an expression of curiosity. Rebecca's brief moment of hope that she might at least be killed without being subjected to this inhuman attack on her dignity was tossed aside. She felt her own tears began to start then as the thing thing started humping her face.

Both women were silently crying in front of the couch, held there on their knees by beast as the sounds of wet slurps, gagging, and sometimes flesh slapping their faces filled the room. Side by side the strangers were violated in the same manner and Rebecca tried to disconnect herself from her body. She knew now that the things were fairly intelligent, for their attack had been so synchronized. The way the one waited for the other to get back signified a partnership and plan of action. Further, the creatures oral ravaging was actually much less beastly then Rebecca might have expected. The creatures strokes were steady and for the most part they did not plunge their tools in to the point of gagging on purpose.

Rebecca looked at Catherine and saw the slime was running out her mouth and down her neck. The creature feeding her it's cock began to pant heavily. Rebecca saw the shock in the widow's face as the thing let out a shriek and began to cum. A thick white fluid leaked from the side's of Catherine's mouth as she began gagging and struggling, but the beast held her firmly in place as it slowly pressed it's full length into Catherine's throat, spraying it's cum straight down her gullet. In a moment it pulled out and the women gasp for air, failing to the ground as her captor released it's grip and stepped back.

The dick in Rebecca's own mouth stopped moving and her assailant watched the widow began to cough and roll around on the floor, screaming. The woman crawled into a nearby corner, her hand going to her face, wiping the cum off her chin as she spat and coughed. Rebecca and both the creatures were staring at her as she began to wretch. Her chest heaved and she gasped for air, then vomited and passed out in the puddle of cum she had thrown up.

The thing that had deposited that load in her shook it's head, in their most human expression yet, and it's shoulders slumped. Terror and a strange curiosity mixed in Rebecca as her lips began to once more service the monster raping her mouth. As the flow of ooze from it's cock increased she knew it was close to feeding her it's seed. What would they make of her reaction? Why did they seem disappointed by what the widow had done? Surely they could expect little other reaction!

She felt the slime running down her neck and between her breast, sweaty and heaving with her frantic breaths. This taste in her mouth was like nothing she could place outside of the hint of salt. A pulse ran through the organ and it's bumpy surface stretched her lips wide, thrusting in and out faster now, twitching and quivering in a disgusting manner. Rebecca closed her eyes as the thing began to pour cum into her mouth. She made no attempt to swallow and let it run around the corners of her mouth. Too late she realized that was what the widow had done, and the sight of it's seed spilling over prompted the thing to force her head all the way down it's cock, pushing past her tongue into her throat.

She struggled and beat it's legs as she felt the fluid pump down the back of her throat and into her stomach. She was horrified at how much there was, it was like gulping down a liter of rancid milk. Finally though the flow trickled off and the creature slowly withdrew from her mouth. She coughed and curled into a ball, waiting to throw up and be granted a merciful sleep like the widow.

The monsters stood over her and watched intently. She sobbed for several moments before they began to dance about the room, slapping their hands together and howling in joy. Rebecca, naturally bewildered, sat up and watched them. They calmed down after knocking over a good bit of furniture and seemed to converse in raspy voices, though it hardly sounded like words. Then the one who had forced himself on her reached for her and with surprising gentleness (but also a strength that brooked no argument) picked her up in its arms.

She was carried off into the night on a strange trip during which she lay in the arms of a beast and dozed like a child, for though she was terrified she was also exhausted. She passed into sleep and woke up several times. She had no clue how long they walked or in what direction, but by dark paths under the luminous moon they came to a cave. The tunnels they walked went through so many twist and turns that Rebecca knew she could never find her way through them and despair rose in her again, for while she had realized they weren't going to kill her she now realized she would never escape them.

She was taken at last to a cage, deep underground. The creatures placed her in a large cage deep in the cave, nearby she could smell and hear the sounds of the ocean coming up through the rocks somewhere close. The walls were lit by torches which burned a pale blue and never seemed to burn out. She wasn't alone in the dark prison, amid a collection of blankets were huddled 3 other women.

An oriental woman spoke for them, she was a English Chinese translator, and had experienced a similar rape, being forced by the things, which I was now convinced must have been Deep Ones, to drink their semen. Her name was Mei Wu and she had been here before any of the others, waiting in the cage for close to two weeks, as far as she could tell. The Deep Ones are a strange race of servants to the Old Ones, and I believe to Dagon in particular. At the time Ms. Dawson was relating this to me I had not fully realized what they were. The others were an African and Russian, both of whom knew no English or Chinese, cutting them mostly out of the conversation.

Together they sat miserably in the dark wet cavern and eventually slept. During the night Rebecca dreamed of strange things and places, in particular she recalled wandering through a deserted city hand in hand with a Deep One. They made their way through curved and jagged streets to the center, above which stood a great monolith. The Deep One entered and she waited looking up at a sky whose stars were swirling unnaturally. Then the Deep One emerged and wheeled a baby carriage up to her.

She laughed at the ridiculous sight of the creature and it's pink, princess themed carriage, then turned to walk away. As she did she saw behind her the massive form of a creature whose name appeared in her mind unsought for.

Dagon.

She woke with a start, and felt a comforting hand on her shoulder. It was a man, dressed in black robes, his face covered with tattoos of some unknown writing.

"The master is quite pleased with you Ms. Dawson, everything is being prepared for you to be joined with him."

Rebecca narrowed her eyes at him, "How do you know my name?"

"The lord Dagon has spoken with me of you as I slept, just as he spoke with you, though you probably only remember a little of it. It is a great honor he is to give you! To bear his daughter! I must admit, I envy you."

The man's face took on a wild expression of wonder when speaking of this, and Dawson saw madness in his eyes. Worse, she imagined the horrors that awaited her at the hands of some monstrous fiend. She was led by the man out of the cage and into a room which had been painstakingly carved from the rock itself. This room was better lit, and furnished with a bed and nightstand, as well as a large dresser. A Deep One was straightening the bed as they came in, and it bowed to her as it left.

She was left in the room, and food brought to her. At first she sat on the bed trembling in fear at the madness she had fallen into, but her stomach growled and hunger would not be denied. She ate a meal of fish and some unknown vegetable that may have been seaweed (a very well prepared and tasty seaweed) and lay on the bed, not bothering with the clothes or makeup that had been left there obviously for her.

A Deep One guarded the door, she approached it after a time and found it seemed to show her respect, even reverence, but would not let her take more then a few steps from the door. In time the man, who she could see was some sort of priest, returned and ordered her to follow him. They walked to a cavern in which their was a great pool, the surface lapped at the rock with small waves and smelled of the ocean. Rebecca's breath caught in her throat as she saw the dark skinned African woman being carried away, she had obviously been brutalized and Rebecca saw blood running down her legs.

The Chinese woman was tied to a post nude, her arms behind her back. Sweat made her skin shine in the flickering light of the torches. She looked at Rebecca with fear and mumbled something in her native tongue. Another post, with chains hanging down to either side, was Rebecca's destination. Her hands were cuffed and she shook with terror. Around her feet the priest began to draw on the floor with a purple chalk. He drew stars and strange symbols around her feet, some may have been constellations, others were letters and hieroglyphics of a language lost for aeons.

Rebecca heard the Chinese woman scream and after looking at her and seeing her gaze she looked to the water. It's surface bubbled and then several long tentacles emerged from beneath the waters. Each one was unique. The largest was very smooth and had a rounded off end with a small hole. Another was just like the cock she'd been forced to drink from before, all bumps and a pointy end. Two had cups on the end, the inside of which bristled with hairs. Lastly she saw one that ended in a head just like that of an uncircumcised human male.

The strange appendages approached Ms. Wu without hesitation. Rebecca saw that not only was ocean water dripping off them, but they oozed a clear fluid much like the Deep One's had, coming out through the pores and running down the long shafts.

The first to reach the struggling oriental woman were the cupped pair. One planted itself on her neck, another her leg. She screamed even louder at their touch and as they began to trail around her skin. Rebecca saw that they left a trail of red in their wake as they sucked on the skin. In a moment they pulled back, and then reattached themselves. Mei Wu quit screaming and panted for breath, the hickeys left by the sucking tentacles were not as deep now, they had apparently eased up.

The pointed, bumpy cock hovered inches from Ms. Wu's face, and she looked at it with an unhappy resignation. She opened her mouth and held out her tongue as if in invitation to get it over with. The tentacle came forward, but it didn't take to her waiting throat right away. It rubbed itself around her face, leaking ooze onto her cheeks. It pulled away and slapped her face. She sobbed as the thing flailed about smacking her cheeks and rubbing around her face. Finally though it pushed between her lips. Rebecca saw that her cheeks hollowed, and occasionally her mouth opened and her tongue could be seen working on the thing's tip.

Rebecca figured it was logical to try and make the monster cum so it could end, but doubted she could bring herself to actively participate in the sick violation of her own body.

Meanwhile the suction cups had found the woman's breast. One attached to her left nipple, and pulled and shook her whole breast as it wiggled in the air. The other worked the soft globe, leaving marks all over the flesh of her heaving bosom.

The tentacle with the human like penis slid up behind Wu and then slid up her behind. The woman grunted loudly with her mouth full of cock. Her unprotected ass cheeks parted as the well lubricated member penetrated her anus and forced itself deep into her rectum. Rebecca couldn't tell how much of the thing pushed into her, but was sure it was a painful amount. Her whole body began to bounce as it started to brutally fuck her asshole.

Then the largest appendage, smooth with a blunt rounded end, moved before her. Ms. Wu's complacence ended when she saw how thick the thing was. It was at least as thick as a baseball bat, probably more so. She kicked at it and closed her legs. In response the cock in her mouth pulled our and wrapped around her neck. She choked for as it squeezed and lifted her into the air. The rape of her ass continued as she suffocated, and did not even stop when she passed out.

The tentacles pulled her limp body from the post and lay her on the ground, Rebecca saw her chest began to rise and fall again, though she remained unconscious as the large tentacle spread her legs and began to rub it's slimy end all over her pussy. She woman let out a moan and open her eyes just as the thing forced it's massive girth against her delicate cunt.

Her scream was cut off as her mouth was again plugged by monster dick. Her body thrashed about on the ground as it was fucked in her three holes, the sound of her ass slapping the cave floor echoed off the walls. This was all watched intently by a crowd of Deep Ones, along with the priest and Rebecca.

Rebecca's stomach churned as she watched. She knew she was getting a front row seat to what she was about to experience. The priest approached her and held up a large book, bound in leather and worn. He read from it's pages in some tongue unknown to Ms. Dawson, and as he did so she witnessed the latest impossible event. At her feet the chalk which he had drawn on the ground began to glow a vibrant purple, and heat seemed to come up from the floor at her feet.

Her attention was drawn back to Ms. Wu as she saw the tentacle in her mouth pull out and spray it's copious amount of cum onto her face and into her open lips. The tentacle in her ass also pulled out, a trail of cum pouring out from between the smooth globes of her ass. These tentacles wrapped around her arms and turned her onto her stomach. Her ass lifted into the air as the large member continued to pump into her stretched tunnel.

One of the suction cups moved under her body and it planted itself firmly onto Ms. Wu's clit. She yelped in surprise and raised herself up on her arms, arching her back. Mei's grunts became mixed with gasps and groans, then she began moaning in obvious pleasure.

Rebecca told me she looked at the woman with a scornful expression, thinking that she was some kind of depraved whore. When their eyes met just as Mei became to cum she saw an expression of shame cloud her face and Rebecca then felt ashamed of herself. The oriental woman dropped her head to her floor and panted as the thing pulled from her sore cunt and let fly a spray of cum with the force of a fire hose. It splashed on her back and coated her ass, running down the sides of her tits to puddle on the floor. She collapsed then in the pool of cum and buried her head in her hands.

The priest spoke from a few feet away. "Dagon has mastered the art of lovemaking with humans!" he exclaimed "Your very lucky Rebecca. The first dozen attempts my master could not get a handle on how fragile we human's are. He was wise though to save his favorite pick for last."

The tentacles withdrew from the chamber into the water and the man read from the book, as he did Rebecca said her vision began to swim, and she had strange visions. When he was done, she felt as if she were watching herself from the water, through otherworldly senses. She was still clothed as she had been before the whole ordeal had started, though her clothes were just as dirty and unkempt as her hair. She felt she could see every tiny detail of the scene perfectly, and also see things like heat and scent drifting through the air.

"What have you done to me?" she choked out.

The priest smiled, "I have only helped Dagon, the magic comes from him. Think of me as the pastor, I have just wed you to my lord."

Rebecca shook her head. "That's crazy! How can I be wed to this freak of nature!"

The priest sighed. "Relax Ms. Dagon, or perhaps I should call you Queen Rebecca?" he let out a laugh.

Rebecca looked up at the ceiling and saw that the chains had not been treated kindly by the years in this damp, salty chamber. She turned her body around and pushed with her feet against the post. Both chains snapped and she fell back, grunting as she hit the ground, The Deep Ones looked at one another, unsure what to do with their captive now that she was also the wife of their lord. The priest laughed again as though amused, but was suddenly stifled when Rebecca swung her left arm in an arc, slapping him in the face with the dangling chain. She rushed the stunned man and jumped on his back, wrapping the chain around his neck. They fell to the ground and Rebecca screamed in rage as she tried to wring the life from the demented priest.

Suddenly she felt herself choked though. She was pulled off the gasping form of her enemy as a penis tentacle swirled snakelike around her arm. It moved under her shirt quickly. She screamed as she looked down and saw a dozen or more such tentacles moving around her, one took hold of each of her limbs, squeezing her tightly, more squirmed around her breast, rubbed themselves along her crack, even seemed to tickle her armpits.

The priest stood and spoke to the Deep Ones. "We should go my brothers, and let these two love birds be alone." At this the congregation filed out of the room, leaving Rebecca and her husband to consummate the marriage.

Rebecca was drawn to the water and for a moment thought she'd be pulled under, but the thing lay her by the edge of the pool. The two suction cups attached themselves to either side of her neck and she felt a sensation of pure pleasure as they worked on her. She knew now why the oriental woman had began to enjoy the assault. The suction cups wet her skin and produced feelings she had never experienced before as Dagon tested the range of her senses. They moved all about her body, the intensity of their action rising sometimes to make her yelp, but then quickly retreating back into comfortable or at least bearable ranges.

She was pulled up into a sitting position and saw the pointy tentacle waiting before her face. She stared at it as the mass of tentacles under her clothes worked on her body. Then she felt a command, no words, to suck it. She shook her head no.

"I won't.. ah... fuck you..."

The command came again. Like an urge inside her, but one put there from outside. She screamed at it.

"FUCK YOU I'M NOT YOUR BRIDE!!!"

Her will lasted her for what seemed like hours she told me, but was sure it could not have been more then thirty minutes, not that this was a short time to fight the torture she describes. Her suction cups did much more to her then suck. They left lines of clear fluid that set skin aflame with needs and feelings no human should have. Towards the end her hips humped the empty air, longing to be filled with cock.