Miss Americana vs
The Horned God
by Soul in Shadow
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Chapter 1 -
Awakening of the Beast
A great sudder
passed through the sealed chamber, the first movement the ancient space had
felt in at least seven hundred years. Dirt and dust shook loose from the mat of
old roots that cascaded from the high domed ceiling. A second vibration,
stronger than the first, sent clay offering jars crashing from their pedestals,
where they shattered on the hard dirt floor. In the center of the vast circular
chamber, curled upon an ancient bed that had long since decayed into tattered
silk and frayed cloth, a great form, after an age locked in slumber, began to
stir.
The beast
shifted. A third tremor rocked the chamber, and suddenly the creature rose.
Chorded muscle, dormant for centuries, cracked and stretched in the
impenetrable dark. Clawed hands pushed it up from the bed, until massive cloven
hooves swung out to land upon the undisturbed floor.
It opened its
eyes, green felfire casting a new, hellish illumination into the burial
chamber, and took a flaring, deep breath. The air was stale, old, and rife with
the scent of the deep earth, yet still new vigor rushed through his limbs.
Casting off the veil of its long hibernation, it yearned for the open fields
and mist-cloaked hills, and of the vast, deep wood that was his domain.
An instant later,
pangs of a hunger so aching it was a wild beast unto itself, rocked his being.
He had been asleep far too long. Where were his servants? His disciples? Why
had he been neglected for so long, left to rot in this chamber of rejuvenation?
How much time had
passed?
In three great
strides he descended the dias and reached the sealed door to the tomb. Stone
slabs that would have taken eight men each to move were shoved open with barely
a break in stride, and the monster entered the stygian hallway and followed it
up, up, out from the deep earth where his temple lay.
With cold
familiarity he followed the ancient, worn path, until he came to a dead end where
the exit used to be. Massive boulders had crushed the path, sealing him in.
When had the cave in occurred? Even so massive a disaster as this would not
have deterred his followers; they would have cleared the path, reinforced the
corridor, all in preparation for when their lord would once again awake.
The only
explanation, then, was the simplest: all his followers must be dead.
If the beast
cared at all, it was only in the passing annoyance of one who acknowledged that
old conveniences would no longer be available. He had little love for his
devotees; they worshiped him because it was his right to be worshipped. He was
strength, virility, power and rage. They were weak, easily cowed, fawning
supplicants who brought him food and drink and who begged for supplication.
They would be
replaced.
But for now,
satiating his hunger was paramount. He could eat a bear, a herd of deer, a pack
of wolves, perhaps all three before his hunger would abate. He would drink from
the mountain rivers and slake the thirst of centuries. And then...
Another hunger
stirred, deeper, primal. He had been alseep far too long. Swaying between
thick, dark furred thighs, the mark of his godhood began to ache.
The Horned God
was famished. He needed to feed.
Then, he swore, a
fanged grin creasing his face, he would breed.
With his hunger,
and his lust, now propelling him forward, the beast drove his claws into the
pitiless rock, and began to dig.
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Days Later
"Maxine!
Time to come in!"
Sandra Howlett,
Sandy to her friends, peered out into the night-shrouded backyard, trying to
catch a glimpse of Maxine, her pomeranian, to no avail. She cupped her hands to
her mouth, and called again. Normally, the little animal would come bounding
back inside as soon as she opened the door; the little thing wasn't all that
fond of the outdoors, much less the expansive woods that lay at the edge of her
property. But instead of Maxine's yipping little bark, all Sandy heard in
response was the droning of summer cicadas.
"That damn
dog," she muttered to herself, stepping out onto her deck and sliding the
glass door shut behind her. Despite it being the middle of August, the nights
could get a little chilly this far in the valley, and Sandy was poorly dressed
for the temperature. Letting Maxine out was usually the last thing she did
before going to bed, and she had already slipped on a silk pajama shirt, sans
pants. So now, she stood out on her deck, beneath a clear sky, in only her
night shirt and a pair of socks. She called again.
The full moon
overhead was one of the biggest and brightest she could remember, hanging in
the still summer sky like a great silver lamp. The backyard was clearly
illuminated, and nowhere could she see the white furry form of her wayward dog.
A quick glance at the gate beside the house confirmed that it was still safely
shut. A fence boxed in her backyard, extending far back until it reached the
thick trees. Maxine hated the woods, and never would have left the yard, so
where--
Suddenly, a yip.
Distant, but distinct. Sandy snapped her head up at the sound. It had come
from, of all places, the damn woods. What the hell was her dog doing in the
woods?
Annoyed, worried,
Sandy slipped on a pair of sandals she kept by the door and made her way down
to the tree line.
As she approached
the woods, the heavy canopy blocked out the moonlight, so that a deeper
darkness suffused the backmost part of her property. She slowed, wary, trying
to listen for her dog. The dumb thing had probably caught sight of a squirrel
or chipmunk, and in a spur of out of character adventurism chased it into the
woods. Maxine had probably bounded only a few meters in before she realized
what she'd done, and now the little coward was sitting there, begging for
rescue.
Sandy glanced as
best she could between the thick trees, but she could see nothing. A worm of
fear had begun to coil in her stomach, for though she knew that the local
fracking operation had driven away all of the wild game, the news had been all
alight the last few days with the most sensational headlines.
A herd of deer
had been found a few counties away, utterly ripped to shreds, strewn across
nearly an acre of farmland. Not just once, but almost three times; a nightly
occurrence that started nearly a week ago. Local rangers offered up precious
little intelligent commentary: they assumed a pack of wolves or coyotes, likely
fleeing the blast mining operations, was passing through the area. Still...the
news was very explicit about how violent the acts had been, how much of the
deer had been left alone, as if some had been killed simply for pleasure.
But that was
nonsense. Wolves didn't kill for pleasure. And that was counties away. Her
woods were here, safe, and all she had to do was find her damn dog.
Another pathetic
yelp, much closer this time, drew her attention back to the woods. But even
with all her rationalizing, still the impenetrable dark seemed imposing. Her
heart hammered just a little faster as she bit her lip and plunged into the
woods, following the sound.
A few steps in
and another yelp greeted her, closer still. Maxine could only be twenty feet or
so away, but it was so dim, she couldn't make her out. "Maxine!"
Sandy hissed, and the tremor in her voice surprised her. Why was she suddenly
nervous about making noise?
That dog was
going to catch holy hell when she found her.
Another yip.
Barely a bark. This time to her right, behind a copse of trees. Sandy edged her
way around them, careful not to trip on the heavy roots, and came upon a small
clearing.
At the center of
which, sitting hip deep in a pile of leaves, was her dog.
Sandy exhaled,
suddenly relieved to have found her. "Oh Maxine," she admonished,
stooping down to the little animal, "what in the world are you doing out
here?"
Suddenly, she
noticed that Maxine wasn't just sitting in the leaves--she was visibly
trembling. The poor dog was panting, her dark little eyes fixed on Sandy.
She was clearly
terrified.
Lost in the
woods, Sandy thought to herself, you are such a pathetic little animal.
But then Sandy
noticed that Maxine wasn't looking at her. Instead, the dog's eyes were fixed
on a spot just behind her, back in the dark of the woods. Puzzled, Sandy began
to turn around, and then the forest itself seemed to move.
A shrill bark
from Maxine was the only warning she got. In a blur, a hulking thing, the size
of a bear, charged out of the woods and was upon her. Sandy only caught the
briefest of glimpses of it in the shadows--the massive torso, the way it loped
forward on two legs, the rack of horns--before she felt huge hands grab her
about the waist and pull her forward.
She made to
scream, but as she opened her mouth to pull in air, the creature bellowed forth
a thick, green mist from its gaping maw. It enveloped her, even as she pulled
it deep into her lungs, and suddenly the scream choked in her throat. An
instant lethargy claimed her, her limbs felt like lead, her head swam. She
tried to push away from it, but her hands only found the unrelenting swells of
its massively muscled arms. Her vision began to dim, her head falling back, and
the last thing she saw before darkness claimed her was the beasts eyes, glowing
green and hungry.
Sandy swooned,
and passed out, helpless in the beasts' grasp. Effortlessly it threw her over a
shoulder and disappeared back into the woods.
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When she awoke,
it was to the sound of distant dripping, water falling into a pool. She lay
upon a heap of leaves and pine needles, the ground patched with thick moss. She
blinked, and tried to raise herself up, but her head still felt heavy, her
limbs like they pushed through sand.
A cave. She was
in a cave. But how...
In a sudden
flash, she remembered what had happened, and fear shocked through her.
Desperately she looked about the cave for the thing that had attacked her, and
when she saw it hunched against the far wall, a scream broke from her
beleaguered lungs.
Except it was
barely a scream, more a whimper, but it was enough to get the thing's
attention. It looked up from what it was doing, its green eyes burning in the
dim. It had been eating, she thought in horror, seeing the haunch of meat it
dropped at the sound of her voice. It rose up, horns grazing the roof of the
cave, and loped toward her.
She recoiled,
tried to backpedal away, but her body wouldn't move. She felt drunk,
disoriented. It was upon her in a moment, and gathered her wrists in one
massive pawed hand before raising her arms helplessly above her head. It was
three times her size, the size of a bear, and looming over her it filled her
field of vision.
Oh God, she wept,
tears streaming from wide, terrified eyes, Oh God it's going to eat me next!
But the creature
didn't tear out her throat, didn't rip into her flesh. It barely moved at all,
she noticed; it just hung there, hulking over her, watching her.
Tasting her with
his eyes, she thought. God, those eyes. They burned like green flames, dimly,
but in the scarce lighting of the cave (was there a fire somewhere? the walls
flickered with shadows...) they were undeniably bright...and hungry.
"P-please,"
she begged, struggling with the word, "Please don't hurt me. Let me
go."
She could see him
cock his head, as if her language were familiar but the pronunciation wrong.
Slowly he seemed to recognize what she was saying, and chuckled in response.
When it spoke, it surprised her so much that she gasped aloud. She'd been
holding her breath.
"Do not
worry, female," the creature intoned, the rumble of its voice sounded like
a distantly falling tree, "I did not bring you here as food."
It could speak.
She was shocked. Staring up at it, as he eyes adjusted to the dark, she took in
her first close look at the monster. It had the countenance of a man, but
bestial; the horns that curled up from his forehead, the long curve of its
ears, the fang-filled mouth, all lent a monstrous favor to otherwise human
features. He was massive, hulking shoulders and barrel chested. His arms were
chorded muscle. A mane of dark fur cascaded from its head and melded with the
fur mantle about its upper chest, where sparser fur continued until its waist.
From there, it had two furred, goat-like legs. She could see one massive black
hoof beside her.
And the eyes.
Like a lion's eyes, they shone in the dark, but green, not gold, and seemingly
illuminated from within by some infernal flame.
They regarded her
as a tiger might regard a doe, with palpable hunger, but if not for food,
then...?
She was terrified,
but with no way out, she couldn't simply stay quiet. He was probably going to
kill her anyway. She hazarded a question, "Then...Why did you bring me
here?"
A grin spread
across his face. and once more she saw the gleam of razor teeth, but instead of
answering her, he rose up, carrying her by her arms like a doll and moving
purposefully across the cave. He reached an alcove, a natural pocket in the
rock that created a large basin in the floor. This, the beast had filled with
leaves, moss, grass.
It was a bed, she
realized. This was the creature's nest.
He lowered her to
the packed foliage, once again pinning her arms over her head. Suddenly she
knew the answer to her own question, and a moment later, he confirmed it in
reply.
"It has been
far too long since I sampled mortal flesh," he grinned. "You my dear,
will be my first."
"Like hell I
will!" she snapped, struggling, trying to twist her arms free, but his
grip was like stone. Her bare legs flailed in the nesting, but he was too
close, and she still too weak, so none of her kicks did more than glance
against him. He chuckled at her, cruelly.
"A fighter I
see. Good. I am pleased that women of this time still have some fire in their
bellies, even if your clothing has become...strange."
The sight of his
other hand moving toward her, talon extended, stilled her movements. She cried
out as it flashed forward, she felt it graze against her neck before tearing
down, and the resulting sound of tearing cloth pulled her eyes down to her
chest. In a single swipe the monster had hewn through the buttons of her
nightshirt, ripping it to shreds, so that it fell apart in tatters. Her naked
breasts heaved before his lascviscious gaze.
"Very
nice," he breathed, tracing the back of one clawed finger up the generous
slope of one breast, and the other. She began struggling again, painfully aware
of how sharp that claw was, as the beast began tracing circles across the flat
expanse of her stomach. "I will enjoy seeing you submit to me."
"L-like hell!"
she yelled at him, "You're sick! Let me go! This is rape!"
He paused at the
word, turning his head. "Rape? But you are confused, my dear. It will not
be rape; you will beg me to take you!"
With that, the
beast opened his mouth, and a cascade of that same thick, green mist poured
into the bower.
"What do you
mean, what are you...do...doing...what....ohh..." her voice trailed off,
as the green mist once more enveloped her. It clung to her flesh, caressed her
skin, her belly, her breasts. A heady musk filled her nose, the scent of deep
earth, and of....male. It was the heavy, thick scent of pure male beast. As in
the clearing, she suddenly felt her limbs grow heavy, her eyes swam. It was
hard to focus on anything...except the bright glow of the monster's eyes as
they bored into hers. Bright. Inviting. Hypnotic.
The beast
grinned, watching the helpless human drown in his breath. He watched as her
breathing deepened, drawing more of the poison into her body. Her eyes glazed
over, fixed on his own; drawn like a moth to flame.
"That's
it," he said, "Breathe in my essence. Feel it suffuse you, fill you.
Your body feels as if its floating in warm, still water."
Now his hand
resumed tracing lazy circles on her skin, dipping into her belly button, making
her gasp as what had only just filled her with dread, now suddenly caused her
belly to tingle, her skin to warm. He continued speaking to her as he caressed
her flesh, barely grazing her with his claw. His voice was like honey in her
ear.
"There is no
reason to fear. You are a woman, a woman with needs, primal needs. I can feel
them. They sing to me."
The claw began to
trace again up the slope of her breast, but this time, her body did not flinch
away. She stared at it as it drew careless lines across her soft, white tit
flesh, a deep, hot glow beginning to grow in the tormented breast. Slowly, it
zeroed in on her areola, and her nipple burst to torrid attention. It ached to
be touched. Still the claw circled, unrelenting, close but never touching the
turrid nub.
"Your body
seeks pleasure. Even now...it yearns to be touched." Now the beast pressed
the pads of its fingers against her tit, spreading across, until her nipple
pressed into the rough palm and lurid excitement coursed through her. He
squeezed. She moaned, utterly involutarily, her back arching to push more of
her breast into his conquering hand.
It was
diabolical. Her body felt lethargic, warm, her mind felt drugged. Drugged! That
was it! He had drugged her somehow, and was trying to lull her...seduce her!
"I--no..no!"
she fought, clawing back through the heady fog that filled her mind with lurid
thoughts. "I don't want that! I don't want you! Let me go!"
At this he seemed
genuinely amused. "You are strong! Your mind resists even as your body
succumbs. Still, I wonder if you can resist...this."
He sat up,
straddling her prone body, and thrust his hips forward. What she saw made her
gasp.
Between his thick
thighs, rising out of its furred sheath, was the largest cock she'd ever seen
in her life.
It grew before
her rapt attention, growing and filling until it curved over her body, dark red
and lined with thick, pulsing veins. It was easily a foot long, and that was
only the part she could see extending from his sheath. The head was as big as a
baseball bat, the shaft imposing, long and thick. It hung over her imperiously.
She was agape. She'd never seen something so...so...
"No female
can resist my cock," the beast breathed. "Stare at it. Imagine it
pressed against your body. Imagine tasting it with your mouth. Imagine
spreading for me. Imagine watching as I enter you, deeper, deeper, deeper than
any man ever has touched."
His voice was
mesmerizing. As hard as she tried, she couldn't tear her eyes away from that
magnificent organ. The warmth that had started in her breasts had spread
outward, lower, and now she could feel it in her pussy. She could feel the hot
wetness fill the core of her being, could feel it soaking into her panties. Her
clit seemed to swell in time to that massive cock, until it ached with every
pulse of that veiny shaft.
God...she wanted
to...she wanted to...
"Touch
it," he commanded, and suddenly released her wrists. Her hands were free,
but rather than pulling herself up, rather than trying to run away, they moved,
as if by their own volition, to wrap themselves around his heated shaft. She
gasped as the burning flesh slid beneath her fingers, smooth, but rigid, steel
wrapped in the softest leather. Before she knew what she was doing, her hands
had begun a slow, deliberate stroking, from his furry base to the raging head.
Even with both hands, still he spilled out from her grasp, and he was so thick,
she could barely get her fingers around him.
"No...no..."
she begged, still fighting, desperately, even as her hands began moving faster.
A thick stream of precum had bubbled out from the head, and as it fell onto her
breasts, she sighed. Wicked images began to form in her mind, of her hands
moving faster, faster, caressing the head, squeezing that potent shaft of male
flesh until finally it exploded, enourmously, all over her face, her breasts,
her open, waiting mouth...she shook her head, vainly trying to force them away.
"I musn't...I..."
"You want
this inside you," the beast whispered, undermining her resolve, "Feel
your body as it aches for me. You are so empty. Your pussy is so...hungry. My
cock can fill you. Only my cock will satisfy you. "
His claw reached
down, and with the smallest of tugs, ripped her panties clean off. A thick strand
of her fluid pulled away as he removed the garment, but Sandy barely noticed.
She was fixed, hypnotized, by the movement of her hands as they slid up and
down the massive shaft. The stream of precum had thickened, grown, until now a
steady rivulet of him poured onto her chest, oozing down to her neck. So much
precum...so much...!
Her tongue licked
across her lips, her mind going blank. The scent of his cock was overwhelming,
like the mist, only so much stronger. Then, slowly, the cock began to descend,
but whether it was because of him or her own trecherous hands, she couldn't
know. The drooling head lowered until it pressed against the smooth valley
between her panting breasts, smearing into the puddle of precum it had spilled
and surging yet more out. Slowly, tantilizingly, it began to glide forward, the
slick monster trailing thick, viscous lubricant to ease its passage between her
aching breasts. Her hands held that heated shaft of manflesh against her body
as his cock moved toward her open, gaping mouth.
"N-no, I
won't, I---mmmfph!" the protest was cut off as that massive glans suddenly
surged forward, and filled her mouth with its devastating size. Her lips kissed
against the impossibly soft flesh, her jaw flexing, he was so big that the head
barely fit. The gushing precum poured into her mouth, the taste intoxicating.
Her tongue moved forward, trying perhaps to dislodge him, but as soon as it
came into contact with his invading cock, it forgot its resistance. He
tasted...so good! He felt the velvety caress of her tongue as it moved across
the tip of his cock. He watched as her eyes slowly rolled back, as they closed,
and felt the soft tremble as she began to mewl in desire. Her hands gripped him
tighter, stroking faster, urging more precum to flow into her now sucking
mouth.
He leered down at
his conquest, at the woman helplessly overcome by his cock. Just like all the
others. He enjoyed the worshiping of her mouth for a moment more, then pulled
himself back, popping out of her even as she gasped at the loss. Her tongue
chased after him, but he pulled out of her reach.
"Beg for
it," the beast whispered, eyes narrowing creully.
She looked up at
him then, jarred out of her sense of loss, and her eyes found his, captured by
those burning coals. She fell into their green depths.
"P-please
don't make me," she pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes, even as her
hands continued their long, milking strokes. "It's wrong, I
musn't...AH!"
She gasped. His
claw began tracing up and down her labia, circling her clit, making her ache
with need. She looked up at him, beseeching, wishing he would just end her
torment. Rape was terrible enough, but this...making her want him...need
him...making her body betray her so thoroughly...
He stared into
her eyes. "Beg."
she tried to
fight him, tried to muster whatever will she had left to deny what he had done
to her, whatever will hadn't been captured by his eyes, his voice, his
magnificent cock...and lost.
"P-please..."
she whispered, stroking him faster, "Please---I need it...I'm begging
you..."
"What do you
want me to do?" he asked. His claw began dipping into her pussy, gently,
only so deep as to cause her need to spill out onto the mossy bed. "Do you
wish to taste me again? Do you wish for me to spill into your mouth, to drown
you in my seed until you choke, until you have slaked your thirst for my
cock?"
She hesitated,
but shook her head. God it sounded awful, terrible...wonderful. She did want
him back in her mouth. It watered, even now, as that beautiful, male organ hung
just out of reach. How much could she take, she wondered? Could she swallow him
all?
But that's not
what she wanted most. Her body was on fire, her legs had fallen open,
obscenely, but she was beyond caring. Her hips thrust upwards against her will.
The hunger he has stoked in her was irresistable. And she felt weak...so, so
weak...and he was so strong, so...potent. Slowly, the last of her resistance
crumbling, she began pushing on his cock, guiding him lower...lower...
The drooling
cockhead traced a path of submission down, between her breasts, down her
stomach, grazing through her short cropped triangle of pubic hair as it crested
her mons. It left a thick, shimmering trail of fluid behind, the mingling of
her saliva and his delectable seed. She shuddered in exquisite agony as it
passed her clit, crushing her beneath its imposing weight, until finally he
came against the trembling opening of her vagina. Her labia split against his
massive size, kissing him, just as her mouth had done only moments ago. Any
further reluctance vanished as that tool ground against her, pressing in,
pulling back, weakening her defenses, but staying maddeningly still. It
promised fulfillment, satisfaction, an end to the hell she was enduring, but he
wouldn't take her...not until she gave him what he wanted.
"Please..."
she begged, pulling the massive head against her soaked pussy, her heart
hammering with shame, lust, and fear, "please...fuck me...!"
He had never
heard this word before, but the meaning was clear. With a grin, the beast
leaned into her, grabbing her hips with his massive hands, and slowly drove in.
"Oh....Oh.
My. GOD!" Sandy screamed, throwing her head back, arching her back as the
head spread her apart and drove inside. It was the greatest feeling she'd ever
experienced as that massive cockhead barreled past her vainly resisting pussy.
He filled her, driving in deeper than anyone ever had before, until the massive
thing was burried inside. He was stopped halfway in, and even then it was more
than she'd ever taken before. Her pussy spasmed, gripping him, gushing wetness
and begging for more. He withdrew slowly, drawing out her torment, and drove in
again, deeper. Back and forth, plundering further and further into her
womanhood with every turn of his bestial hips, until her head tossed back and
forth, her mouth agape and eyes screwed tight at the hopeless pleasure of it
all. Finally, after an eternity, it seemed that all of him was finally burried
inside her. The head bulled against her cervix, crushing it, pushing deep into
her belly. She cried out as she came then, harder than she'd ever had before.
Her hands clutched at her tits, squeezing them, as she raised her hips off the
soft mossy bed and offered herself, totally, to her monstrous conqueror.
Nothing could
compare to this. She was filled, maximally. She could feel every ridge of every
vein as it throbbed inside her, as that taming cock made her his. Having tasted
of it, she would never be able to live without it now, never be able to deny
him. Her body would crave submission, would eagerly beg to be serviced by that
magnificent organ, again and again. She opened her hooded eyes, looked up into
his cruel, glowing orbs...and surrendered completely.
"Please,
more, please don't stop, I need more...neeed...moooOOOHHH!!!"
He pulled back,
and drove back in. Harder. Faster. Like the sex puppet she now was, urged her
master's silent command, her hands rose to clutch and squeeze the quivering
flesh of her breasts, her fingers tormented her own nipples. She moaned in
ecstacy, playing with herself, losing herself in the sex trance that he'd
snared her in. Now the true fucking began.
He pushed her
knees up alongside her breasts, spreading her totally for him, while he plowed
his king's cock in and out of her desperate pussy. Her eyes were shut, her head
tossed back and forth as waves of pleasure sealed her fate. She was his now,
totally and forever, and there, in the dark, she began her supplication.
"Oh yes!
YES! Oh fuck me! Fuck me! OH GOD! OHH!"
The beast enjoyed
feeling her explode around his cock, relished her surrender. He was in no
hurry. He would fuck her slowly, quickly, however he wanted until he was
satisfied. He would fuck her mindless, fuck her until she was nothing but his
eager sex slave, his first disciple in this new and strange world.
Her orgasms
echoed through the cave, and would continue to...all through the long, humid
night.