Mother Hydra Lost at sea, he washed upon that strange island that had been thrust up from the ocean's depths. He saw the monolith, smooth and worn with the passage of eons. Then he saw the figure that mounted it. The swollen teats, the writhing limbs with their sucking mouths. The burning, hungry eyes as she thrust herself up and down it, until her salty juices mingled with the pool of brine at the base where he lay. He watched in pitiful convulsions...and then Mother Hydra took notice of him. And he knew he stared at his doom.
The Whore at Red Hook The cultists wanted a virgin sacrifice. What they got instead was the hottest slut in New York City! Can detective Thomas Malone find her before the cult figures out she's not that innocent? And what will the ghastly figure they worship do when the virginal bride turns out to be the biggest whore in Red Hook? The Cunt-Hound Nothing turned them on more than a little grave-robbing...except maybe a little necrophilia! Yet when two ghoulish women rob the wrong grave, something stalks them. Something that is hungry for their tender flesh. That tracks them by the smell of their dribbling cunnies, and which won't rest until they knew what it was like to be fucked to death...and beyond. The Silver Dildo Once, Randi Carter knew what it was to be young, beautiful, and desired. That was many orgies ago. Now her tits droop, her pussy sags, her ass has prolapsed, and all the fun has gone out of sex. Until she finds the silver dildo. The ancient artifact that was the key to dim-remembered pleasures. With it in her grasp, Randi Carter finds her way back to the sexual adventures of her youth...
Through the Gates of the Silver Dildo Randi Carter is not dead! Or so claims the Swami Chandiputra, as Carter's heirs gather to divide her estate. Stories are related of Carter's carnal adventures in different planets and dimensions, in the bodies of strange alien entities that are all, in truth, aspects of herself. It is revealed how she lost the silver dildo, and made her way back to Earth...but her heirs aren't convinced. Not unless they can fuck the alien slut themselves to confirm that this is the one, true Randi Carter! So the gloves come off...and everyone else cums in her.
The Doom That Came To Sarnass Once, the men of Sarnass came to Ib and fucked the Ib-women to destruction. They could no longer bear the sight of those strange, supple bodies. The lurid phallic statue of Bokrug they took as trophy into their own city...and this was their doom. For the strange beings of Ib would have their ghostly vengeance on the men of Sarnass. No hole would be safe from the strange, dripping members that now stood out from between the legs of the Ib-women. And that was only the beginning of the horror...
The Prequel to The Rats in the Walls Before the de la Poer family was reduced to a single member who degenerated into cannibalism and madness, the ancient and terrible family maintained their semi-human stock in the subterranean caverns, as their ancestors had done since time immemorial. Of course, that required occasionally infusing a little fresh blood into the mix. As one daughter of the family discovers: when you don't eat the meat, you become a breeder for those down below. History of the Pornomicon It had come down through the ages. The most wicked book in existence. The compendium of sexual sorcery, key to inhuman pleasures. Follow its course in sweat and blood, the pages stained with unmentionable fluids. Wherever it went, perversion followed...and the Old Ones came a little closer to breaking through.
I'm gonna use the Cuckold of Yig title. Femboy Terrifier Two girls who review CHYOA decide to read three halloween stories on CHYOA. The first is about a schoolgirl who gets raped by femboy Satan. The second is about a woman who gets abducted by aliens who want to solve as many things into her ass as humanly possible. Finally the last story is about the Femboy Terrifier. Unknown to the girls reading these stories, the Femboy Terrifier is in the recording booth with them.
The Whore at Martin's Beach The call went up, and every man between eighteen and eighty got hard. They could not turn their face away. Something called to the men from beneath the waves. Something they could not resist. No matter what their wives, sweethearts, and sisters did to try and stop them. Slowly, surely, it pulled them beneath the sea. And before they drowned, they knew pleasures that nothing on Earth could bring...and the women cried at the salty waters, white with foam and something else, that washed about their knees as the tops of their heads vanished beneath the waves forever.
The Sex Temple It was lonely on a German submarine. All men, no women. The stress built and built. Men would see and hear things, out in the dark depths of the oceans. Fleeting, lithe forms. Pert buttocks. Teasing, androgynous faces with succulent lips. Were they all mad? Or was there something out there? Something that called to them. That drove them past mere lust to madness. Then they entered the ruins. The ruins with those obscene carvings of forbidden pleasures. One by one, the men succumbed. Lost themselves in the sexual practices that drained their bodies and snapped their minds. Until only one was left, to follow that fleeing form...into the sex temple itself.
The Nameless City, or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Lizard Pussy In the depths of the desert, the explorer stumbled across the ruined city. Exhausted, yet driven on by nameless wonder and curiosity, to explore the low-ceilinged buildings. To read the history of the strange people who had once lived here, their decadent fertility rites, their strange and voluptuous gods. Down below, into the welcoming darkness. Where something waited. Slithered, just out of sight. All around. A strange musk that roused stranger desires, as the cryptic paintings grew more lewd...until the final revelation was at hand, and there was no escape.
The Whisperer In Darkness, or, the Bimbo From Yuggoth Henry Akeley was not dead...though he thought his erotic adventures were over when the Fungi from Yuggoth decanted his brain into that canister. Little did he know then of the possibilities when said canister was attached to the brainless body of a nubile blonde. Or that to pay for his travel across the interstellar gulfs, he would be expected to entertain certain clients from beyond the galactic rim. As he prepared himself for the unsubtle caresses of alien members without number, his mind went back to his first suspicious encounters with the Mi-Go. How the alien had bowed before him, undone his overalls, and taken his member into its insectoid mouth-parts. Now it was Akeley himself who sucked on strange genitalia without number. Akeley who had been seduced by into the rites of Shub-Niggurath, and was now one of the Bimbos from Yuggoths.
The Moans in the Shunned House What was it that stalked the family in that old house? What spectral figure revealed itself to woman after woman? That planted cold kisses on their flesh that sucked the heat and life from them? That whispered in their brains during all hours of the day and night; terrible, indecent things that drove them to madness and fits of erotic pique? How many women succumbed before the end, the final dissolution...and what was that dissolution? What did they uncover in that basement, which had waxen swollen and massive by the life it had drained. The massive, throbbing remnant that poked out of the dirt...
Pickman's XXX Model Richard Upton Pickman was an artist. Yet what art! The New York Society for the Suppression of Vice wanted him hung by the neck until dead, like his witch ancestor in Salem. Few could look at the grisly, lewd paintings for long; and those that did found their arousal both abhorrent and unquenchable. The devious desires demanded deviant release, and his few public showings ended in near-riots as members of the audience, unable to control themselves, committed the most heinous acts upon each other. Yet few knew the end. I, who was Pickman's friend, learned the truth of Pickman, and the monstrous beings he would paint in their carnal scenes...for he used live models. And I, dear reader, was one of them. One of the human ones...
Cool Pussy It was a draught of cool air that first alerted me to Dr. Muñoz's presence. A sudden attack that found me ushered into her apartment for medical car. I shivered in the chill as the full-figured woman diagnosed my dilemma...and as she opened her robe and let it slip to the floor, I stared at a body as voluptuous as it was chill to the touch. The touch of her cunny against me was like an ice cube. The heat from my body was sapped just from her caresses. It was the beginning of a strange but intriguing friendship...but one that was destined to end in abysmal horror, when during one hot night of lovemaking, the air conditioning failed.
The Case of Charlene Dexter Ward Everyone said that Charlene Dexter Ward had something of an androgynous appearance - but how much so she did not know, until she found the portrait of her great-great-grandfather, Joseph Curwen. Then had come the terrible night of the transference...and the aged sorcerer for himself, disconcertingly, as herself. Forced to wear skirts. To dress and act like a woman. To face his great-great-granddaughter's suitors...of which there were rather more, and they rather more insistent and less concerned about the anatomy they found under her skirts than the old warlock had guessed. It turned out Charlene belonged to a certain extreme scene. The centuries had a shock for the reanimated being that called itself Charlene Dexter Ward...and staring at a life of sexual degeneration that would put even their jaded cynicism to the test!
The Strange High Whore House in the Mist Above Kingsport, the house stood, out on the very edge of the cliff. Thomas Olney could not say why he climbed up there. He was happy with his marriage, his wife, his children, his job. Yet something called to him. Something more than the life he knew. In that house, he would discover pleasures he never knew...and when he left, a part of him remained behind. All that was unhappy with his old life, all that was debauched, decadent, adventurous, wrapped into a cock-sucking shape. One more whore for the strange high whore house in the mist.
The Wet Dreams in the Witch House Something came to Walter Gilman at night. Something transported him in his dreams. Unable to move, he felt the covers pulled from over his body. The pajama pants pulled down. An ancient, toothless mouth seized on his rigid prick. Was it just a nightmare? Was it an aged crone or an ageless beauty that sapped his vitality, night after night? And why, of all things, did a rat-shaped thing with a woman's face and huge breasts feature in his lurid dreams? Gilman did not know what he had signed up for when he rented that attic room that had once belonged to the witch Keziah Mason. Once, and perhaps still...
The Seductress of the Dark Robert Blake had gone into the Church of the Starry Wisdom. He did not know much about the cult, except that it was rumored they performed deviant sexual rituals, and had a collection of the greatest eldritch pornography ever accumulated. Blake was unprepared for what came for him when the lights went out. The thing that glided from the shadows, darker than darkness. To kiss, to caress...and ultimately, to devour him whole.
Hell of a Party A succubus escapes from hell during Halloween and is mistaken for someone in a (slutty) Halloween costume. What better place to go than a student party with drunk and promiscious young men and women to feast on? (The same concept works with a vampire or even a ghost possessing someone.) EDIT: Especially the ghost possessing someone works because you can go all in on "their eyes have gone full pupilless white and their skin is sickly pale, but people just think those are cool contact lenses and makeup" category.
