Article 11540 of alt.sex.cthulhu:
From: chfrost@aol.com (CHFrost)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.cthulhu
Subject: Story: The Thang - Part 2
Date: 3 Feb 1997 01:07:58 GMT

And the next exciting installment...


WARNING!  Read Dislaimer from Chapter 1.

This kind of stuff can kill you, make you go
blind, and/or go quite insane.  Read only if
you're over 18, and at your own risk.








THE THANG


Chapter 2

   Feeling like he really had an ace in the hole, Bob Wilcox drove over to
Miss Fallon's occult
store.  His arrival there was signaled by the tinkling bell as he pushed
open the door and
assuredly strode to the back room.  He waved off the youthful Angelique,
walking through the
beaded curtain and straight up to Miss Fallon, as beautiful as ever,
sitting behind her desk.

   "Ah...Mr. Wilcox.  So you've decided?"  she said.

   "Yes.  Yes, I have," he said.  "You drive a hard bargain."

   "Excellent.  Do you have the ten thousand?"

   "No.  Nor can I afford such a fee --"  he started.

   "Then you might as well leave since --,"  she interjected.

   "However,"  he interrupted in a deep, hushed voice. "I have a counter
proposal for you, one
that you dare not refuse."

   "How dare you!"  she sat up towards him, her eyes trained on him as he
took a seat.

   "You see, I did a little investigating,"  Bob continued.  "Let me
bottom line it for you:  I know
that book over there is extremely valuable and that it's stolen!"

   "Damn, how did you find out?"  she said with a sigh, sitting back in
her chair.

   "There is also a substantial reward for its return,"  he said.

   "No!  I need it,"  she blurted out before she could stop herself. 
"Okay, you've succeeded in
getting my attention.  What do you want?"

   "Just as I requested before, I want a really BIG dick,"  he excitedly
said.  "Oh, and I'm sure
a little TLC from you would help me completely forget about that old
book."

   "I have to give it to you, Bob.  You're a heck of a lot more of a
businessman than you let on,"
she said, getting up.  "But, how do you know I won't just turn you into a
toad for being so bold?"

   "Easy.  I have some witch insurance,"  he said.  "I sent a certified
letter to a friend,  so if
anything happens to me he'll send it straight to Arkham University."

    "How do I know you aren't bluffing?"  she asked with a smile.

    "You don't!  But, are you willing to take that chance?"

    "No.  You win.  I have to admit that the fee was a bit over the norm. 
It's Karma trying to
teach me to be more even handed,"  she said, moving to the bookshelf. 
Bob's eyes feasted
on her large breasts as they swayed to and fro while she looked through
her collection, making
him take a deep breath.  The woman's rose scent filled his head.

   At last Miss Fallon found an ancient unbound manuscript with the
bizarre title of -- Cthulhu's
Sex Secrets.  As she stood there laughing as she looked through the text,
Bob looked on as
well, his shoulder bumping into the resilient undercurve of her breast. 
She made no attempt to
move away from his touch since she was preoccupied in finding the right
invocation, without
going mad.

   When his tongue got back in place Bob said, "Uh, tell me about this
proceedure."

   "It's not a very complicated business,"  she said, gazing at the proper
page. Close to her, he
casually reached around her waist, resting a hand on her hip.  Her rosy
lips smiled, and her
eyes shone.  He could feel the soft warmth of her breath.  As he leaned
forward to kiss her,
she spun away, walked over to her work table, and wrote down all of the
necessary ingredients
she would need.

   She was making small talk about the formula for the spell as Bob
drifted slowly over to her;
standing behind her, he ran his hands slowly up her near naked back, over
and then under the
smooth silky material.  She leaned back against him, and reached one hand
back to stroke
his leg.  As he reached around to caress her body, she moved casually away
again, towards
the beaded curtain.

   "Angelique?"  she called out to the front of the store.

   "Yes, Miss Fallon?"  she said

   "Come here and get me this list of ingredients I need,"  Miss
FallHARDCORE PENETRATION Online 24 hrs                       1y tell that
your real problem is that you just never met
a woman that could bring out the best in you.  Come here and rub it along
my thigh," she
purred, spreading her legs and pulling the skirt aside, so that the soft
skin of her thighs
showed against her black silk panty.

   Bob lowered himself over her, sliding his cock along the delirious
smoothness of her bare
thigh.  She put one hand on it, gently squeezing his hot little shaft
between her fingers and
her leg, and slowly rubbing.  Her other hand pulled her panties taunt,
forcing them to slid up
between her already wet labial lips.  His cock throbbed and grew harder as
it pressed into her
soft skin.  As her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted, Bob leaned down
and kissed her
lightly on the mouth; her shiny rose colored lips yielded sweetly to him,
pressing deliciously
against his.  They breathed together as she stroked his cock and tugged
her panties up and
down the slit of her pussy.

   "Now," she said, opening her eyes and taking his erection firmly in her
hand, "you will do
exactly as I tell you, or I will scream 'rape'."

   "What if I were to tell you to go ahead and cry rape?"  he asked.  Her
eyes widened.  In the
depths of her hot black irises he saw fire and joy.

   "My, what a naughty young man you are!"  she whispered.  "I like that! 
But, will you do as
you're told?" she asked.

   "If it will help make me bigger,"  he answered.

   "Oh, I can assure you that it will,"  she breathed.

   "Eat me,"  she whispered, "make me come."  With that, she stretched
backwards on the
stool, letting go of his cock.  That was an order he would enjoy obeying. 
She slipped her
moist panties down and off over her long lovely legs.  She was very wet,
getting more and
more excited by this unusual customer.  As Bob lowered his head to her
fragrant snatch, she
dropped her juice soaked panties into the cauldron.  He slowly opened her
her rose petal like
cunt lips, kissing and licking her hot fragrant flesh.  With one hand on
each thigh, he spread
her legs wide apart, and ran his tongue up and down her slit.  She began
to moan and sigh.
Her clitoris was hard and sensitive, her vagina open and eager.

   As he licked and sucked her, he caressed her thighs and the warm naked
skin of her  taunt
stomach with his fingers.  Slowly, very slowly, he teased the opening of
her cunt with one wet
finger.  She made marvelous noises.  As he slid the finger inside her, and
her muscles tensed
and loosened passionatelyl around it, he took his mouth from her clit and
kissed her thigh,
pressing his tongue into the sweet cleft where her leg joins her body.  As
his finger moved in
and out of her, and his tongue found its way back to her pussy, she began
to moan more and
more urgently, on the edge of orgasm.  He held her there for a few more
seconds, then lifted
her ass up off the stool in his strong hands.

   He looked at her pussy closely.  Her eyes were closed, her large
breasts rose and fell
quickly under the thin silk covering them, her excited nipples prominently
pointing up against
the fabric.  He pressed his bare leg against her trembling ass.  Her eyes
came half-open.  "I
need to come," she gasped, "don't stop."  He grinned, setting her ass back
down on  the stool.
"Damn you!" she hissed.  She arched her back as he teased the area all
around her clit while
his other hand pushed under the fabric that barely contained her heaving
breasts, and tugged it
off them.  His cock gave a jerk of approval as he almost came from just
seeing her full, curved,
pointy nippled tits bound free and jiggle lewdly in the light before him.

   Bob palmed and squeezed her breasts, making her nipples even longer. 
Then running both
hands up under her ass cheeks, he again raised her pussy high above the
stool seat and
buried his face into her snatch.  His tongue darted to and fro, batting
her clit back and forth as
his fingers kneaded her ass like dough.  She moaned in increasing
intensity as her climax got
nearer and nearer.  But, as she was right at the edge, he again stopped
for a moment.

   "Bastard!" she cried.  "Finish me!"

   Deciding she really meant it this time, Bob began sucking on her clit. 
She let out a little
squeal of pleasure as he sucked and twirled his tongue around and around
her clit.  A quick
learner, Bob redoubled his efforts and was rewarded as she let out a
scream of release, her
body becoming rigid, then began shaking as her orgasm crashed down upon
her.  His face
was bathed in her warm feminine juices as he continued to suck her clit. 
Her body convulsed
a second time in climax as Bob playfully bit and rolled her clit between
his teeth.  Setting her
down again, Bob felt his four inch cock throbbing painfully with each
heartbeat.

   As she caught her breath, she sat up on the stool and saw Bob stroking
his cock in his
hand.  Slapping his hands away from his swollen erection, she roughly
shoved him back onto
the couch.

   "Get comfortable.  I'll take care of that problem for you,"  she said. 
She opened a small vial
of exotic oil and poured some into her palm, then wrapped her fingers
delicately around the
thin skin below his cockhead, her long, painted fingernails pressing into
his shaft.  Bob leaned
back against a cushion and let her have her way with him.  The soft skin
of her hand massaged
the warm oil all over his shaft, making his little rod glisten.  She began
pumping his cock.  Her
hand went faster and faster, pistoning his cock in a sincere effort to get
him to blow his load.
Feeling a churning fire building in his balls, he trembled as he knew he
was ready to explode.
Then, suddenly he felt her hand stop moving and her press down on the base
of his shaft, her
fingernails biting into his tender dick flesh.  At the very same moment,
her other hand grab his
balls and squeezed down on them like a vice.  It was his turn to yelp in
agony as this painful
pressure somehow stopped the torrential flow of jizz that was boiling to
escape from his loins.

   "Oh, please!"  he cried.  "I'm so close.  Let me cum!"

   "You probably want me to take this rude little thing into my mouth and
suck it bone dry,
don't you?" she asked, her breathing becoming rapid.  She moved her
fingers to the tip of his
cock, and spread the drops of liquid there over his bloated cockhead and
down over the hot
shaft.

   Bob moaned.  "Hell yes, I do!"  he exclaimed.

   "Why?" she asked, stroking his lubricated cock rhythmically with her
hand.

   "Because you want to as much as I want you to."  This was a bit of a
guess on his part; he
could tell from her eyes and her breath that she wanted something, but it
might not have been
his hard cock in her throat.

   She groaned softly and slid down forward on the stool.  With both
hands, she squeezed and
caressed his cock.  Then she opened her soft rosy lips, and began to lick
it.  With the tip of
her tongue, she licked the tears off the end.  She ran her tongue slowly
and  firmly up and
down the shaft, which throbbed and swelled.  Her eyes were closed.  She
licked his balls and
the base of my cock.  Her tongue moved up the shaft again, and he gasped
as it moved to the
head and lingered, caressing him wetly as her hand squeezed the shaft. 
She moaned again,
louder than before.

   Then she slid her lips over the flared cockhead.  The warmth of her
mouth enveloped him,
and a long slow rush of pleasure moved through his body.  She took him far
into her, and
when the head of his cock was softly embedded in her throat, she pressed
her tongue along
the shaft.  He groaned and writhed, helplessly wrapped in ecstasy on the
leather seat.  She
moaned as she sucked him, her long hair covering his groin.  Her mouth
moved over his cock
for a mindless eternity.

   "Do you want to come?"  she asked.  He just grunted an affirmative.  It
was then that she
really turned on the suction, like a vacuum cleaner running amok.  She
sucked him harder,
faster, and more intense than he'd ever dreamed possible, until it became
painfully good.  On
an upstroke, she pulled his cock almost all the way out of her mouth,
wrapping her lips tightly
around the rim of his crown, and sucked even harder than before.  He cried
out and shuddered.

   "Shiiiitttt...Yesssss...uhhhhhnnnn!"   He could actually feel his balls
clench up tightly as he
lost control and began cumming hard.  He had to grit his teeth as his hot
jizz shot out of his
prick and splashed into her greedy mouth.

   She held his cock in her mouth till the last spurt of cock cream
petered out.  He had never
had a woman suck him off before, let alone keep it in her mouth as he
came, so was literally
blown away.  When his eyes finally cracked open, he was suprised to see
her lean over to her
side and spit most of his heady spunk that filled her mouth into the
cauldron as well.

   "Now, you are mine," she chuckled, licking the few escaping drops from
her lips.  She
massaged his shaft from its base upward, squeezing out the last drops and
licking them up.
Seeing his suprised look she waited for a moment then added, "Just
kidding."

   It was at that very moment that the door chime signaled Angelique's
return.  It had been
nearly an hour.  Kissing Bob's still erect prick, she rose up from the
stool and went to meet
Angelique.  They were whispering to themselves as both of  them came back
into the room.
Bob went for his boxers as Angelique entered, but Miss Fallon told him to
remain naked.

   Angelique sat a large pickle jar of whirling dark liquid onto the work
table, exclaiming in an
unbelieving voice, "Sheeeyit!  This stuff is nasty!"  as Miss Fallon
unscrewed the lid, picked
up the cauldron from the floor, and poured some of 'the gunk' into the
mixture.  They chanted
the peculiar phrase from before: Akema Hista Uygsa Ickda Eallyra Igba. 
Miss Fallon stirred
the contents of the cauldron.

   At least another hour went past as Bob waited, impatiently.  The high,
sweet smell of  the
now bubbling potion filled the room.  It reeked of male horseflesh. 
Stallion balls, Bob thought.

   Miss Fallon poured the finished potion and brought the steaming, dark,
and muddy liquid
over to Bob in a silver goblet.  "Drink it down,"  she said, putting into
his hands.  Dave smelled
it, and instantly wished he hadn't.

   "My God!"  he said, after his fit of coughing ceased.  "What the hell's
in it?"

   She gave him a faint smile.  "You don't want to know.  Trust me on
this."

   He brought it near his lips.  His heart hammering.  He paused,
chickening out at the last
moment.  "Are you sure this is going to work?"

   "We made a deal.  I never go back on my word,"  she said.  "If you can
keep that shit down,
I guarantee you'll be a new man!"

   Bob lifted the warm silver goblet, pinched his nose, and drank.

   There are times when something ancient and unknowable reaches in from
beyond the mortal
coil and grips a human being in a fist of power beyond the earthly realm. 
This was one of
those moments.  Bob spewed up the black liquid, and it went all over the
walls.

   "Drink it down!"  Miss Fallon shouted.  "You want a really big dick,
you drink it!"

   "I didn't come here to be poisoned!"  he shouted back.  But she grabbed
his wrist and shoved
the silver goblet towards his face, and Bob Wilcox opened his mouth and
the elixir flowed in
like cesspool sludge.  He swalloed it.  Images of primordial seas of
polluted icor rioted in his
brain.  He smelled carcasses of countless dead fish and thought of the
black crud that slides
out of very old drainpipes when the plumber breaks them open.  A mist of
sweat seemed to
leap from every pore in his body, and hung like a humid haze in the air. 
But he got all the stuff
down his throat without puking his
guts out.

   Miss Fallon then said,  "Good boy.  Just one more goblet to go."

   He did it.  He never would've believed he could, but he did it.  And
then the mess lay in the
pit of his stomach, gurgling noisily and as heavy as a kitchen sink.

   "Now listen to me."  Miss Fallon took the empty silver goblet from his
hand.  The whites of
his eyes looked tinged with brown.  His skin took on a pale palor. 
"You're to let this settle for
forty-eight hours.  You throw it up, and that's the end of it."

   "Oh, Providence."  Bob pressed his hand to his clammy face.  He felt
very queezy and
unsteady on his feet.  "What am I supposed to do now?"

   "First, get your clothes back on.  Secondly, you go back to your hotel
and stay there over
the weekend.  See me Monday mornin', nine o'clock sharp.  No cigarettes,
no alcohol, no
pussy, no nothin'.  'Cept gumbo, and raw oysters."

   As he was just finishing dressing, Miss Fallon was already herding him
toward the door.  His
legs moved like pillars of lead.  Bob staggered out amid the shelves, and
Angelique looked on
with a grin.  "Ya'll come on back again, real soon!"  she chirped merrily
as Bob was thrust out
the front door and onto Prince Conti Street.