Article 11184 of alt.sex.cthulhu: From: chfrost@aol.com (CHFrost) Newsgroups: alt.sex.cthulhu Subject: *Story: Gutteral Horror of Spam - Part II Date: 29 Jan 1997 17:53:06 GMT **ORIGINAL STORY NAME: The Horror of Spam **ORINALLY FROM: bs904@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Andrew Nellis) **ORIGINAL DATE: 8 Jan 1997 12:41:32 GMT **ORIGINAL MESSAGE-ID: <5b04ls$rmg@freenet-news.carleton.ca> **Please note: **This story contains explicit sexual content. If you're a minor or **offended by such things, you shouldn't be in alt.sex.cthulhu anyway, **but I include this warning to forestall any nasty e-mail. **It should be obvious what inspired this story. Comments, brickbats, **accolades, and cold hard cash all gratefully accepted. Positive **feedback makes it more likely that I shall contibute again. **All references to people living or dead are entirely intentional. **And now, on with our story... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~>ToMe TrAnSMoGRiFicaTiOIn>~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~>ImPrOVeMenT SaME>~~~~ ~~~>1.11.97>~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~VoRlaNce GUTTERAL HORROR OF SPAM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part II Even though he was late getting in, the doors to his office were still locked. That meant that Laura had not been in, he thought glumly, his good spirits vanishing. Late last night, despite the terrific blows that his secretary had delivered to his manhood, he had recuperated enough to hired a young prostitute and called her Laura. It had brought wondrous relief at a fraction the cost of what he figured it would cost to woo his damn frigid secretary. He had even gotten handcuffs on the stupid slut, and had then given her a more painful variety of "sex", one which allowed him to release much of the recent frustrations. Yet, something foreboding kept knawing at him that refused to go away - the damn hacker. Facing the reality that he might also have lost a damn hot looking, if not effective steno didn't help matters. "Fucking bitch!" he breathed aloud into the empty room. Well, he'd call her later, maybe send her some flowers. Women are suckers for flowers, he thought. Better yet, if the size of his johnson had not melted her icey resolve, then he had an ace card up his sleeve that no woman could refuse - lots of money. Settling himself into his chair, he switching on his Tiffany desk lamp. His office had huge windows, but the sky he looked out on this day was far from reassuring. The closer he had gotten to his office the worse the sky looked. From the vantage point inside his "throne room" the sky was like a boiling cauldron of impenetrable blackness, the sight actually giving him the chills. Shrugging off the feeling to simple stress, Bob logged into his account and was not surpised to see: You have 1 pieces of new mail. Let's see what you have to say, you sorry asshole, he thought, as he clicked on the mail icon. > To: bgoan@secret.com > From: c_chaos@rlyeh.net > Subject: You were warned. > > begin 644 ia > M#0H-"B`@("`@("`@("`@("`@(&EA8W1H=6QH=6EA:6%I86EA8W1H=6QH=6-T > M:'5L:'5F=&%G;FEA#0H@("`@("`@("`@("`@("!C=&AU;&AU:6%C=&AU;&AU > M87IA=&AO=&AI86%N>6]N97=H;W=E;G0-"B`@("`@("`@("`@("`@('1O=&AE > M969F;W)T=&]D96-O9&5T:&ES;F5E9'-A;&EF96EA:6%I80T*("`@("`@("`@ > M("`@("`@:6%H87-T=7)C=&AU;&AU M#0H@("`@("`@("`@("`@("!C=&AU;&AU M:&]U <=6-T:'5L:'5C=&AU;&AU8W1H=6QH=6EA#0H-"@H- > ` > end > > The Crawling Chaos. Ia Cthulhu. Now what the hell was THAT supposed to mean, he thought, leaning back in his chair. Bah, he's crazy, why should anything he writes make sense? As he sat pondering and staring at the screen, he became aware of someone watching him. In some dim, primal recess of his mind, a neuron fired off a warning, and the hair on the back of his scrawny neck bristled slightly as he felt the pressure of a gaze upon him. Suppressing a shiver, he slowly swivelled his chair around. The light from the lamp fell in a vague circle around the large desk and left the rest of the room in darkness. A sudden flash of lightning illuminated a form on the far side of the room, and Goan's breath caught in his throat, a strangled cry of fright squeaking out. The form glided forward then stopped. It was Laura. Goan released his breath in a heave, feeling as if he could either laugh or cry with relief. "You scared the shit out of me, girl. What the hell are you doing here?" he asked. "I didn't hear you come in." In the dim light Goan could see that the door was still closed. His eyebrows drew together in puzzlement. Laura had the key to the office, of course, but she never came into his personal sanctum unless she knocked or was summoned. And she was acting strangely, just standing there and staring at him, as if he was a particularly uninteresting piece of furniture. "Hell, Laura, you never gave me a chance yesterday to explain. Men have urges, you know. I'm sorry if I upset you. Tell you what, why don't I buy you lunch today, and then you can have the afternoon off. What do you say to that?" She remained rooted to the spot. Not even uttering a word. "Okay. If a carrot won't do the trick maybe you need to be told what to do," Goan said with a smirk. "Show me your pussy," he commanded. "Do it and you get a five dollar an hour raise. Don't and your fired!" The tone of his voice left no room for speculation as to the seriousness of his intent. He was ready to take a risk that the sexy young lady wouldn't dare say anything about sexual harrassment if given proper "motivation". The lips of Laura's mouth parted and the pink tip of her tongue emerged, running along her top and bottom lip with agonizing slowness, leaving them wet and glistening wantonly. Goan's heart began beating faster when he saw her licking her lips, and a huge bulge immediately sprouted in his trousers. He gave her his best shit-eating grin as his secretary padded towards him, her bare feet silent on the thick shag carpeting. She stood in the circle of light a few feet in front of him and began slowly unbuttoning the front of her blouse. As it dropped to the floor her dark hair spilled across her naked shoulders. Her skirt followed, puddling around her ankles. As Goan grew more excited, unable to believe his good fortune, she calmly stepped out of her panties, standing directly before him, perfect, silent, naked except for the black lace bra that held her ripe breasts in its embrace. By now Goan's dick had become a full blown hard-on, straining visibly in his trousers as he rubbed it. Her pale blue eyes watched him closely. So keenly in fact that he had to shake off a weird feeling as if he was trapped - a caged animal in some kind of strange X-rated movie. Climbing up onto his desk, she sent weeks of carefully organized paperwork cascading to the floor. But Goan didn't give a rat's ass as he watched her spread her long legs wide apart, till both of her ankles were held back to the level of her sculptured shoulders. He was even more mesmerized as she then reached down and used her fingers to part the pink, tender folds of her pussy. Stunned by the sight and smell of her uncharacteristic, yet overt, display of luscious femininity, his mouth watered as he exposed his powerfully rigid cock. "I'm gonna fuck ya raw, sweetheart!" he snarled, curling his fingers around his bloated shaft and pumping himself slowly. Still not even a single word came from her mouth, but her lips parted seductively as she smiled, giving him an inscrutible look as if sizing him up like a piece of meat. He had always been proud of the long, thick slab of pussy taming muscle that mother nature had bestowed him with, it was his best feature. Using both of his hands to move slow and steadily up and down the impressive length of his erect prick, drops of pre-cum oozed onto the shiney surface of its swollen knob. As if knowing his lustful thoughts by mental telepathy, she dropped her feet to the desktop and arched her back as she lifted her hips up, exposing herself to him even more lewdly. It was as if she was offering herself willingly up to him as he jerked off. "My big fucking cock is really turning you on," Goan remarked as his face dove into her beconing pussy. Her eyes simply fixated on him as his tongue lashed out to swab her tender wetness. His tongue lashed at her sex till her pussy was coated in his saliva. Then, leaving a trail like a slimy snail track, he moved up her body. Upward from her thighs, over her flat belly, and around her navel he licked. Letting go of his aroused dick, his hands found the clasp of her bra and wrenched it open. Yanking it savagely off, he threw it over his shoulder as he took her still quivering nipples into his mouth and greedily suckled on them as his strong hands kneaded the round flesh of her perfect tits. Yet, even in the throes of passion, his feverish mind plotted the most audacious onslaught of spam that the web had ever seen. "Profits will soar despite the jealous computer geeks that are trying to screw me," he thought. "The stupid fucking bastards will pay!" Making a fist, Goan extended the middle finger of his hand and began thrusting it in and out of his secretary's cunt as his mouth rove ravenously from one nipple to the other. Lewd, wet sounds filled the room and her pussy became so slippery that he could hardly believe it. "Oh yeah," he breathed. She was humping upward into his hand every once in a while as she watched his finger move in and out of her pussy. The receeding hairline of his forehead beaded with sweat as he stroked his big shaft rhythmically it time with the finger-fucking he was giving the girl. Feeling particularly nasty, Goan even thought of fucking the girl silly for a few weeks then firing her anyway. Teach her to kick Bob Goan's family jewels! His fist became nothing but a white blur on his throbbing dick as his twisted mind sought more and more clever ways to usher in his own version of a "brave new world". One where he would be absolute ruler. Then for the first time since it all began she finally spoke: "I need your cum. Shoot your hot spunk all over my pussy and my hands and my belly and my tits and my face. Then fuck me hard and fast! Empty your balls deep in my pussy!" Her voice was different than usual. Very different. Resonating with a subtle power he had not percieved before, yet full of the same kind sexual promise used by the girls on those phone sex ads that bombarded late night TV; yet another one of his many sources of income. But for some reason it had another type of viceral effect on him - it gave him goosebumps. He shrugged it quickly off to stress, convinced that he was just letting his imagination run wild as he continued to assault the girl, fingering her wildly and sucking at her tit flesh as his cock increasing more excited. "Uhhh," he breathed as he rapidly stroked his bulging veined cock in his free hand. The slap-slap sound of flesh mingled with the sounds coming from his hand churning up his own juice. He moaned as his gaze traveled from his blood-engorged cock, up to the wide spread gash, up to the upthrust hooters, before his lust-gazed eyes flitted back to his pounding cock again. The knob looked like it was ready to explode any moment as his balls filled to critical mass. She excitedly spoke again, "Shoot your spunk four times and your body and soul will be mine, forever!" He was so worked up that her dire utterance only seemed to enflame his lust. He found his hips began moving of their own accord and before he knew it he found it difficult to talk, his words coming in grunts as his first orgasm over-shadowed him. "Jesus H. Christ!" he hissed. With one last healthy pull, Goan aimed his big cock at the widespread lips of Laura's inviting pink pussy and began emptying his balls. 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