The Thing on the Leash [F4A]

[F4Tentacle] The Thing on the Leash [Blasphemous][Eldritch Doom][Inbred Locals][Crazed Cultists][Probing Tentacles]

Note: This is really long. **** indicates good places to break this up into episodes if desired.


Of course I had heard the tales of Innsmouth prior to my travels there. I'd thought myself prepared for those strange denizens so long shrouded in mystery. It was my studies at Miskatonic University that brought me to that desolate port. I had been researching early colonial trade routes throughout New England for my dissertation when I discovered the records for Innsmouth to be quite incomplete. The school's librarian advised me against a journey to the dilapidated town but I needed that information for my work and it would no doubt be available amongst the town archives.

The train to Innsmouth was oddly vacant. For a while I imagined I was the only rider. Eventually I realized a lone figure sat alone in a seat at the far end of the car. His face obscure by a local newspaper. I wondered briefly how the rail line could possibly continue to operate with so few passengers. But such thoughts were quickly lulled by the steady huffing of the locomotive engine and vibration of the seat. I dozed much of the journey.

Arriving in Innsmouth, I was greeted by a pale, bleak day. The harbor was overcast with clouds almost blueish in color. The humid, salt air suggested an early, foggy evening would soon be upon us. I made my way quickly to the town's sole inn.

That first night I spent in Innsmouth left me chilled and shaken.

The lobby of the inn was as drab and grey as the down itself. It's sole occupant a surely innkeeper who stared at me with a suspicious glare before handing over the key. I found my way to the room. The paint was peeling from the walls. A bizarre portrait hung above the bed a riotous clash of colors that vaguely suggested something inhuman and sexual.

The bed itself was serviceable and despite my nap on the train I found myself suddenly exhausted from my travels and quickly fell asleep.

I awoke with a start sometime very late. The room was dark and only strange shadows were illuminated by the subdued light cast through the window. I had been dreaming. Dreaming something terrible.

I was dizzy and slightly nauseous. My head filled with thoughts of giant creatures. Creatures devouring the world. But not before they consumed all mankind. And I. I for some reason was the subject of particular attention. I felt strangely violated. As if ethereal tentacles had caressed my brain while I slept.

As I lie there contemplating my night terrors a thought I heard a faint whisper. No. Not heard, *felt*. Something calling me from the night. Surely I must have been dreaming again already. For I had never felt so truly alone before that night.

I must have slept again for the next thing I knew was the sun streaming through the window warming my face. It seemed even Innsmouth could be blessed with a sunny day.

I arose quickly, shaking off the cobwebs of the night. I dressed and left the room quickly. Skipping breakfast for I was determined to be about my business at city hall as quickly as possible in the hopes of catching the train out of town that afternoon.

I had already had my fill of this purgatory named Innsmouth.

I made my way up the pot-holed sidewalk the three blocks to town hall. My disappointment when I arrived could not have been more profound. The building was locked. Closed. Some vaguely pagan civic holiday.

It seemed I would be staying in Innsmouth another day.

****

I could not bear to return to the dreary inn so I resolved to set about the town and explore.

I truly should have simply returned and spend the day indoors with by books. For that simple stroll left me quite unnerved. The town itself was dilapidated and crumbling. The historian in my was fascinated by the local interpretation of colonial architecture. But as a civilized person I was repelled by the repugnant faces that peeked out at times from behind shattered windows.

These people of Innsmouth bore witness to the most disturbing sings of inbreeding and genetic decay it had ever been my misfortune to witness. Their wide, broad faces with eyes far out of proportion and over sized. Broad flat noses. And perhaps most eerie of all, their strange, shuffling gate as they walked. Particularly disturbing when they were just outside your field of view or draped in shadow. At times, they seemed barely human.

Perhaps the most disturbing sight on that day in Innsmouth was one of the inhabitants out taking a stroll with his dog on a leash.

Except was should have been an innocent, even serene scene of man and his best friend was gravely disturbing. For if you gazed too long upon the beast you realized that it was no dog. Rather it seemed to be some pig and fish hybrid. It's porcine snout was framed by two large goggle eyes. Instead of fur, it's bloated body was covered with a scaly hide.

I quickly averted my eyes in disgust and horror. Speeding on my way.

The day passed as if in a reverie. I know not how many streets I traversed before finally dusk began to set. If there was a town more dreary and repressive than Innsmouth I sure would never visit it.

I returned to the inn after a short dinner of barely edible boiled meats and some vegetable with which I was unfamiliar and a nearby eatery. The innkeeper barely acknowledge my return with even a grunt of disdain.

My room was once again oppressive and dull. I did not care for I was overcome with sudden exhaustion. My travels had worn on me and my poor night's rest the previous evening left me ragged. I resolved to make up for lost sleep and awaken early so I could be about my business early and take my leave of this wretched town.

Sleep came quickly but once again my rest was fitful and cursed by terrible dreams.

I awoke once more in the middle of the night convinced once more I was not alone in my room.

This time I was correct!

Several hooded figures surrounded my bed. As they approached I opened my mouth to scream only to have my face covered in fabric soaked in something which stung my eyes and nose.

Struggling against my kidnappers' firm grips I quickly passed out.

****

I regained consciousness slowly. Painfully. A throbbing in my head and a chemical taste in my mouth.

I was lying on a cold, hard, floor. Stone. The flickering of torches revealed a large, ragged cavern that extended further than I could see. The air was moist with sea spray and I could hear the crashing of waves in the distance along with a faint chanting.

The words were indecipherable but their intent urgent, menacing.

I attempted to stand. My legs shaky. It was then I discovered the chain. And the collar. A large braid of iron extended from my neck to a bold sunk into the floor. I gave it a tug but it held firm. I was not going to be walking any more than a few feet from where I stood.

Next I noticed that my clothing had been taken from me. Instead I was wearing a pale, white hooded robed. I was naked underneath. It also seemed I had been bathed, I smelled faintly of lavender and lilies.

I had but minutes to truly grasp my predicament when I heard it.

It did not rustle. Or slosh. Rather it was a sound similar to air being left out of a balloon. A massive figure, at least as large as a bus appeared out of the dimness at the far side of the cave. It moved slowly, ponderously.

As it approached I could see it was not made of flesh. Rather, it seemed composed entirely of foam. Like the remains of a tide pool left behind by the sea. It neared and I could make out more features. Many of the bubbles were in fact eyes. And it was not completely formless as dozens of great tentacles sprouted from it's top.

I should have been terrified. And a part of me was screaming at the alienness of this ponderous creature as it slowly approached. But mostly I was just calm. As if the inevitable had replaced panic with a strange sense of serenity.

It was then that I realized the lavender smell was not actually coming from me. Because it grew stronger as the monster approached. I also began to detect an underlying musk.

As I was overwhelmed by this smell my serenity faded away and was replaced by... intrigue.

No, not intrigue! For between my legs I was now dripping wet. A kind of ecstasy the power of which I had never felt before wafted over me.

This was lust.

It was wrong. Unspeakable. Even evil. But I wanted this creature as I had wanted no man. I knew within it's grasp I would find a kind of fulfillment I had never know.

The slow, steady, measure of it's approach was excruciating. If I had not been chained I would have run to it.

It approached. Closer. Closer still. Until it stopped. Towering over me. It's gurgling mass mere feet in front of me.

I strained at me chain, trying to move closer to meet it's embrace.

Suddenly one of those tentacles lashed out. Striking me on my ass. I fell forward. Landing hard on my knees. My palms striking the cold, hard stone.

My robe spilled open.

I struggled to stand. But another tentacle fell upon my bruised bottom. This time sending me sprawling, face down on the floor.

I lie there. Trembling. Wondering if I was to be crushed by a hail of those mighty blows.

Instead, at tentacle wrapped itself firmly around my right ankle. Then another grabbed my left arm. Soon the rest of my free limbs were likewise entwined.

I was pinned down, they might as well have been steel cables. Their strength far outmatching mine.

I dared not even struggle.

As I was held there against the cold ground three proboscis emerged from with the creature. These were very different from the tentacles which held me fast. They were almost delicate. Silken filaments the width of an arm.

These organs slowly neared me and as I approached I saw them beginning to emit a clear ooze from their tip. This mucous flowed freely, dripping on the floor and slowly dripping down those great shaft. By the time the reached me.

My eyes widened as I realized the monster's intentions. I was both terrified and overcome with pure lust.

I opened my mouth to scream but was silenced by the first probe forcing itself into my mouth. I choked and gagged though the taste was not unpleasant. Slightly sweet with perhaps a hint of vanilla.

So overcome was I with this intrusion that I almost didn't notice the other probes as the entered my pussy and anus.

Almost.

Those silken coils filled me as never before. I could feel them writhe and squirm inside of me. Penetrating me, deeper and deeper. That warm, sticky sweet liquid flowed deep inside me.

Suddenly I came. Hard. Then again. And again. My every muscle twitching. Spasms wracked my fragile form.

Finally I fainted.

***

I awoke once more in my bed in the inn. Rain beat against the window but it was clearly morning.

I quickly gathered my coat and wrapped a scarf around my head for additional protection against the rain as I grabbed my umbrella and set off to town hall. The night's horror dismissed as more night terrors and fanciful dreams.

My errand there was blissfully brief as the local administration seemed the only modern artifice in this terrible place. They had all the information required for my research and were able to provide copies.

I returned shortly to my room to being packing my few belongings for my return home. However, when I removed my scarf I beheld a most unsettling sight.

Large clumps of hair were stuck to the damp cloth. I panicked and rushed to the mirror inside the small bathroom. The sight was even more terrifying than I could have imagined! Only a few clumps of hair remained of my beautiful locks. What's more, my forehead had begun to take on a pale, scaly sheen.

I raised my hands to my face in horror. But then I saw that my fingers were now twisted and curled! I could not straight them as they clenched into a fist.

I returned and sat on the bed attempting the quell the panic. The room whirled around me but I attempted to gather my thoughts. Surely there must be some explanation? I must be afflicted with some strange disease.

It was then thoughts of the creature. That monster from the night before.

I knew the terrible truth. It had done something to me. Changed something.

I screamed.

****

I am well cared for by the residents of Innsmouth. They appear to see me with a combination of awe and pity. They *are* kind in their own way.

The highlight of the day is always the morning walk. There is a park near the town hall where we all gather and play. The others, like myself, changed by the love of a monster beyond our comprehending.

This morning is another one of those are sunny days in Innsmouth. I am happy to be outdoors again. I spy my companions in the distance.

I tug gently on my leash. Urging my master forward towards the others.

I have made peace with my fate. What choice do I have?

For there indeed *are* things even more degenerate than the foul misshapen residents of Innsmouth.

Their pets.