Altar of Flesh (Anastasia Lockhart and trippingsatyr)
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				Title: <strong>Altar of Flesh (Anastasia Lockhart and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 21:32:12</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Miskatonic University circa 1928, a higher seat of learning and a higher seat for those who both opposed and followed powers far darker then anything that the Christians could even imagine.&nbsp; Any student of M.U. could tell you a half dozen tales and legends.&nbsp; Even fewer could tell you that certain professors could be trusted with even the wildest story.&nbsp; Only a handful of students though knew that the very forces the certain teachers opposed were all ready on campus and all ready trusted members of the school.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Professor Herbert Frost was one of the latter.&nbsp; A prominent teacher and scholar of Ancient Greece, he had done much research into his field.&nbsp; He had dug so deep that he had found what he had always suspected, the dark eldritch truths behind the ancient mythologies.&nbsp; It had been while writing a book on the ancient Cybelle and Dioynsus cults that he had found the true source of it.&nbsp; It had been called many names from Lilith to Shub-Niggurath, some referred to it as Gorgo-Mormo-Lilith.&nbsp; A dark fertility deity, the Great Goddess of the Woods watched over Her children, granting them many abilities, transforming them through Her milk.&nbsp; The discovery that shook him even more then this was that Her cult was alive and well.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Professor Frost had gone too far now, his passion for Ancient Greece had taken a new turn.&nbsp; Now, he was one of Her priests and he intended to do everything in his newfound power to call forth his Goddess and open the Silver Gates for the Outer Gods.&nbsp; For some time now he had worked toward this but time and again he had been thwarted by the head librarian.&nbsp; Professor Henry Armitage may be getting on in his years but the resourceful librarian had been using a small group of student investigators to thwart Frost and his Goddess's cult.&nbsp; He had suffered many a setback and right now, it was time to answer to his Goddess and find out her wishes.&nbsp; Locking his office doors, he walked over to a statue of Janus.&nbsp; Flipping the head open, he turned the dial.&nbsp; A bookcase swung open and started down the stone steps hidden behind the bookcase.&nbsp; These tunnels had been here forever, few knew of them.&nbsp; As he reached the bottom he walked toward the altar of Shub-Niggurath and the large many breasted, goat headed statue of the Great Mother.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Frost kneeled down and lit the braziers.&nbsp; Incense wafted around him, bowing his head he started to pray calling upon his Goddess. "Ia, Ia Shub-Niggurath..Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young.&nbsp; Your humble priest beseeches your aid, asks for your guidance."&nbsp; Out of no where, a wind whistled through the tunnels flickering the flames.&nbsp; She had heard and Her will was to be known.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Altar of Flesh (Anastasia Lockhart and trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 22:12:02</strong>
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				At first, there was silence. A faint, reddish glow surrounded the statue. Then a single breast began to leak an opaque pearly liquid, marbled with red in a steady stream.<br><br>From the air above him, a haunting, keening voice whispered, <em>Feed from me, Child of Earth. Drink of my blessings and receive the Crown of the Woods. The Key shall be yours and the Gate shall be shown to you.</em><br><br><br>Up in Professor Frost's office, a soft click sounded. The door opened just enough to admit a dainty, red-haired girl in a white frock and cardigan. Evangeline Rose Osborne shut the door behind her and leaned against it. She breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe now, somebody would take her seriously! Her father never did, keeping her shut away for all these years after her mother vanished. Evie was nothing but a baby to him and her classmates treated her the same way.<br><br>But, she was rebelling slowly. She'd begun pinning up her hair to look like the smartly bobbed seniors, and smoked when her father wasn't looking. And now, Professor Armitage had asked her to get evidence that Professor Frost was taking part in dark rites for power. How could she say no to a task like that? The others had warned her that it might be dangerous. He kept a pistol in the desk and had been translating a manuscript on some kind of potion that made men into monsters. Evie had laughed, and even now, as she crept towards the open passage, she was sure she'd be just fine.<br><br>She passed a mirror and stopped to admire herself. She had silky red hair and a pale, freckle-spangled face, with crimson lip stain and kohl-rimmed green eyes. True, at eighteen, she still passed for sixteen. But, fashion was in favor of thin and girlish and her round face made her look like a doll. She grinned saucily at her reflection and patted her hair, replacing the pin she'd picked her way in with.<br><br><br><em>Drink your fill, Child of Earth,</em> crooned the Goddess, <em>The Gate and the Bride approach.</em><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 23:26:28</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Frost knelt before the statues in worship when he heard the voice of his Goddess.&nbsp; He nodded and took a gold chalice from the altar.&nbsp; Holding it underneath the breast, he waited for the cup to fill.&nbsp; Once it was filled to the brim, he pulled it back and started to drink.&nbsp; He drank heavily, feeling the thick drink sliding down his throat.&nbsp; Was someone on their way?&nbsp; He drank deeply, feeling his Goddess's power.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;There was a sharp pain that lanced through his body.&nbsp; He cried out a bit in pain, dropping the chalice as he felt the transformation of the Great Mother's milk coursing through him.&nbsp; His skin twisted as it started to change.&nbsp; There was a tearing sound as a twin pair of tentacles shot from his back, lashing around.&nbsp; He groaned as he felt his boots start to split apart, his once human feet were becoming cloven, much like a goat's.&nbsp; Everything started to spin, his head starting to hurt as small horns started growing.&nbsp; Even screaming in pain was now strange for him as his tongue twisted and changed into a serpent's forked tongue.&nbsp; He growned, gasping as he opened his serpent like eyes.&nbsp; She was coming, he could smell it..feel it.&nbsp; He would make her see things his way, force her to bend to his will and help him open the gates to Her.&nbsp; Soon she would be both his mate and his slave, his bride and the key.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 00:06:47</strong>
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				Evie flattened herself against the wall at the sound of tearing and screaming. Suddenly, all of her bravado was gone, leaving her trembling in the dark. Forcing herself to keep moving, she stopped as the statue came into view. Evie could do nothing but scream in terror as she stared at the strange satyr that had taken the place of the professor. The flow of milk from the statue ceased and the ground trembled as mossy black tendrils surged up from the Earth and covered the altar, creating a writhing bridal bed. <br><br><br><em>The Bride of the Gate has come,</em> hissed the Goddess as her voice faded, <em>Claim her and release your Mistress!</em><br><br>Evie tripped and slid the rest of the way down. She landing in a dirty, bruised heap at his feet and gazed up in breathless terror, before fainting away.
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 00:17:03</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; Frost stood up, the pain fading quickly.&nbsp; He looked down, laughing a bit as his mind finally fully unhinged.&nbsp; He had been blessed indeed by his Mistress!&nbsp; He whirled around upon hearing the girl scream in terror.&nbsp; Behind him, the mossy black tendrils formed their bridal bed.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; As she crashed at his hooves, he looked down smirking, a soft satisfied hiss at his soon to be bride.&nbsp; "My you are beatiful.&nbsp; Not only a beatiful mate, but a perfect tool against that fool Armitage.&nbsp; Perhaps..perhaps once we properly open up your mind you will ask for our Goddess's gift as well."&nbsp; He bent down, scooping her up into his arms.&nbsp; Carrying her to the altar, he stretched her out on it and started to rip her clothes off.&nbsp; Once she was naked, he started to prepare the concotion.&nbsp; Taking some of the reddish paint, he started to trace Shub-Niggurath's symbol onto her naked stomach as the mossy tendrils wrapped around her legs and arms.&nbsp; The paint had been mixed with more of the milk, it would help open her mind and increase fertility and passion.<br><br>"Ssso beatiful my young bride.&nbsp; Together, we will bring them back and the nonbelievers will suffer.."
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 01:34:33</strong>
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				Evie wailed as her dress was shredded, her sweater unraveling around her. The paint took effect quickly and her shrieking turned to moans of confused passion. She felt feverish and every nerve ached for another touch. The tendrils wound around her wrists and ankles. She struggled and twisted feebly. <br><br><em>Join your lord, Bride of Earth,</em> the Goddess purred, <em>Use my gifts and show the Gate your passion, my Chosen.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 13:01:33</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; Frost smirked and leaning down, ran his forked tongue slowly and softly over her slim stomach.&nbsp; "Wake my bride..join with me.."&nbsp; His tongue dipped down to trace soft circles between her womanhood before sliding his forked tongue inside of her.
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 13:34:52</strong>
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				Awaken Evie did, with a shriek of mixed pleasure and fear. Already, she was growing slick and the tight walls of her untouched vagina twitched and jumped. The struggles turned to contortions of ecstacy and a bewildered Evangeline wondered fuzzily what he planned to do with her.<br><br>"Please..." she gasped, "Let me go, Professor, please! PLEASE!" The last word became a howl as an orgasm ripped through her. The statue glowed with a few pulses of reddish light and the light trickled down to Frost's tentacles, causing the tips to burn with cold, eldritch light.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 14:50:17</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She tasted divine, her confused screams of pleasure making it all the better.&nbsp; He licked at her juices, feeling the tips of his new tentacles burning with the eldritch light.&nbsp; He pulled back from between her legs and let one of the tentacles slide along the symbol on her stomach tracing it.&nbsp; He then felt the tentacle sliding up her smooth young body, over her breasts.&nbsp; He teased them a bit before sliding it further, tracing her lips with it.&nbsp; "A whole world will be yours..a whole world of pleasure, a whole world of power.&nbsp; People..creatures of power will bow to you..to both of us...and all you need to do is serve me..&nbsp; To serve me and to belong to me, and to take Her as your new deity." He said motioning to the statue of Shub-Niggurath which seemed to be watching them with anxious eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 16:11:03</strong>
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				Evie sobbed, the cold touch of his tentacles making her feel warmer. Her nipples hardened and, when he touched her lips, she licked the ends. She looked at him pleadingly, hungry for more from him.<br><br>"Yes, Master," she whimpered, "What are you going to do to me?"<br><br>As though preparing her for the coming assault, the vines on the altar squirmed to life and felt greedily around her mound, her anus, her breasts. She gasped and struggled, trying to escape the endless tickling.<br><br><em>Take her, my Chosen Key,</em> commanded the Goddess, <em>Fill her! Each key fitted to a lock binds her closer to you!</em> The tentacles thickened, goading him on further.<br><br>"Yes, Master," Evie begged, "Make me yours!"
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 01:26:27</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He smirked, watching this once resourceful student, begging for him.&nbsp; He moved more of the tentacle into her mouth, forcing her to suck on it.&nbsp; The other tentacle slid down between her legs.&nbsp; Slowly it moved over the mound, teasing her before it started to work itself inside of her.&nbsp; Frost gasped, feeling her all ready nice and slick, with a moan of pleasure the tentacle moved deep inside of her.&nbsp; This was amazing...He could feel everything, he groaned as he worked himself deeper into both her mouth and pussy.
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 04:31:15</strong>
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				Evie sucked greedily on the cool, salty thing that wriggled in her mouth as though alive. She winced slightly as the other one worked its way into her virgin cunt. It tapped at her hymen, stroking it and teasing her taut walls, though never breaking through.<br><br>She moaned and choked a bit when the tentacle crept into her throat, sending pleasant vibrations up its length. She craved him now. Evangeline wanted him in her every hole, pumping his seed deep into her cunt, her throat, her ass, making her mother of the gods. She wanted to feel his cock splitting her apart like a spear and she arched her breasts to him in invitation.
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 13:11:48</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;He watched her sucking hungrily on the tentacle, her young breasts arched in invitation.&nbsp; He slid the tenacle from her womanhood, leaving her sucking on his other tenacle and mvoed onto the altar, straddling her.&nbsp; His cock was hard, much bigger then when he had been human.&nbsp; He leaned in, kissing along her neck as he thrust forward, impaling himself on her.&nbsp; Her hymen breaking would be the most powerful portion of this ritual and of her corruption and future transformation.&nbsp; He groaned as he felt himself filling her, the first and only "man" who would take her.&nbsp; The sleek free tenacle moved down a bit and started to gently rub along her ass.&nbsp; Slowly it started to work itself inside of her.&nbsp; In no time all three holes were filled, her mouth greedily feasting on his tenacle, another one deep inside her ass and his cock fillng her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Frost looked down at his young beatiful bride and moaned as he started to thrust into her.
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 14:46:48</strong>
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				Evangeline screamed in pain at the first thrust and the cave trembled. The statue glowed brighter with each thrust and, as her blood dripped to the moss, there was a chittering that seemed to fill the air and hover just on the edge of hearing all at once. Evie herself began to glow as she trembled and spasmed in orgasm. A keening wail of pleasure escaped around that massive tentacle in her mouth. As she regained control of her body, she lifted her hips to him, forcing him deeper. She remained tight and sensitive around him, as though every jab was the first.
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 19:23:59</strong>
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				He groaned as he felt her body shake and tremble as her orgasm took her.&nbsp; Thrusting deep inside of her, he let out a moan as he came deep inside of her, filling her with his seed.&nbsp; The tentacle was slid from her mouth and frost leaned down to kiss her roughly, his tongue sliding into her mouth.&nbsp; She was his, he would teach her everything he knew.&nbsp; He thrust into ehr a bit more as they kissed, still filling her with his cum.
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>18-08-2008, 05:17:36</strong>
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				Evangeline seemed to have no end of room for every drop of seed. She relished the kiss, abandoning every inch of respectability and innocence. Another violent orgasm shook her fragile frame and her skin became dusky, as though the Goddess had already blessed her.<br><br><em>Now, my Chosen!</em> The statue's breast began to leak again and a few drops splashed onto Evangeline's face. She moaned and her hands groped for it. The vines released her and she wrapped her arms around her Master's neck.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 00:04:16</strong>
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				He pulled her up a bit and moved her face close to the statue's breast so she could drink on it. 'Suck on your Goddess's teet.." As he pushed her clse to it, he slid himself out of her and then removing the tenacle from her ass, he replaced it with his cock as he thrust hard into her tight ass.&nbsp; He groaned, panting as he started to thrust into her, clutching her hair so she could drink and be blessed.
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 00:33:29</strong>
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				Evangeline gulped greedily at the milk, only halting to cough when the tentacle was replaced. As the flow subsided, her body began twisting and changing, even as she rode his cock with abandon. Her feet warped and hardened into cloven hooves and her body blossomed into curvaceous fertile womanhood. Her screams became more frantic as a pair of short white horns sprouted from her brow and her skin became as black as the void of space, glistening with sweat.<br><br>She slumped at last in exhaustion, a few trickles of mingled honey and seed running down her blackened thighs. She still moaned and reached up with new tentacles to suspend herself like an amulet from the back of his neck. She wanted to rest, but more than that, she wanted to please her Master.<br><br>Deep within the cavern, a voice, once very far away called out, saying, <em>"Ia, Shub-Niggurath, the Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young, is come!"</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 00:59:37</strong>
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				He panted in pleasure, watching with ecstacy through half closed eyes as his new bride was transformed and blessed.&nbsp; His goal was here,she was his..but she was also the vessel for Her!&nbsp; He gasped and with a loud roar of pleasure slammed hard into her ass, once more filling it with his seed.<br><br>Smirking, he slid his cock from her ass running his hands over her body. "Our wedding is complete..together we will make this world bow before our Goddess." He kissed along the back of her black neck, licking at her delicious sweat. "Ssing her praise..our children will be Hers.."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 01:50:59</strong>
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				"Ia, Shub-Niggurath!" cried Evangeline, "The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young is come! Ia, Ia!"<br><br>The cavern echoed with that exultant cry and, if one looked closely at the statue's face, one might think she was smiling in triumph.
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