Chee Chee the Primal Shoggoth (Femdom)

Dear Dink, Bertie, and all my other chums from the Miskatonic Chapter of Tau Kanta Melee,

It has been some time, but I have finally found the means (and the time) to write. I am a prisoner, of sorts. I guess I will never again see you, or our venerable Alma Mater. I fear that I shall never play another game of Punch the Irishman, or have a round of Call Things Bully. Most sadly, I shall not complete my dream of representing my home state of New York as a Senator for the Know Nothing Party.

I won’t bore you with too many details of how I got here, since I’m sure you’ve heard. Besides, I don’t have enough time to go into all that, for Chee Chee will be back soon. Ah, yes…Chee Chee…but we’ll get to that. Suffice to say that there was a drunken boast, a very real wager, passage booked on a Russian freighter, and then waking up with a hangover off the coast of Florida, on our way to Antarctica.

It took us a month to reach this southernmost frontier, which was more than enough time for me and the others to realize what the hell we had agreed to: a bounty of two millions to go to the ancient subterranean city of Asothagothagathoth, the eldritch realm which was filled with nightmares and insanity, with cosmic horrors best left unprovoked and undisturbed. At the prodding of Professor Fibble, we were going to map the passages, and in a bold act of daring, we would return to the Alma Mater with the greatest artifacts of the ancient Eldritch.

We were going to take their panties.

Eight of us boys from your Miskatonic chapter of Tau Kanta Melee decided- after drinking copious amounts of alcohol- that we were going to panty raid the eldritch beings of the decrepit non-Euclidian city of Asothagothagathoth, located in Antarctica. Committed, we set out on our voyage, all pledging to recover a pair of monster underwear – or die trying.

Imagine it, Dink. Imagine the glory to our house. Imagine the legends we would join – Sigma Sigma Sigma, who took the flag of Innsmouth, or Chad Alpha Beta, who put glow in the dark dildos on the high spire of the Nameless City.

It was an arduous month, a month of vomit from seasickness, fistfights over rum, and gambling on the high seas for pornography and limes. We missed you, Bertie.

Just off the cost of South America, We outfit for the Arctic adventure on the tiny island nation Santo Lupe. We purchased our equipment from the outfitters of Britt and Loisens: fur coats, boots, ski masks, whiskey, and eighty thousand rounds of ammunition. We mentioned your name, Dink, and got a good discount.

We then made landfall in Antarctica. Boris Stovokny, the jovial Russian Captain of the VMF Fuck the Hapsburgs, waved goodbye to us, laughing under his breath as he clinked his gold coins. We watched as the Freighter sailed off into the horizon, to return in two day’s time after running a shipment of anal beads.

As we took stock of our provisions, in the great crates on the cold beach, we quickly realized that we had no good way to move eighty thousand rounds of ammunition through the snow. And upon further discussion, we weren’t exactly sure what the ammunition would be used for, as we weren’t planning to shoot the monstergirls, nor would it probably do anything to girls made of cosmic matter. It also became clear that there was far too much booze to carry. There was only one sensible solution.

We fired off seventy-nine thousand rounds, drinking until we were insensate drunk. Sure, it was fucking cold, but it was otherwise bully fun. The waters crashed against the frozen beach as the flashes of our muzzles crackled like fireworks. What a great two days that was, Dink. You’d have loved it.

But the ammunition was exhausted. Drunk, and armed with one hundred fifty rounds apiece, we set out into the ferocious snows and pitch black of June in Antarctica. It was so cold that I saw a Penguin freeze solid, clutching the picture of his anime girlfriend. We trudged waist deep in the snow, all of us cursing Professor Fibble, but telling ourselves of the glory of pulling off a panty theft from unfathomable horror coeds, and making boasts with chattering teeth of what we would do with our share of the two millions. Our spirits were high, our confidence in our merry band of brothers was complete. We even broke out in a few verses from Gilbert and Sullivan.

Things began to fall apart when we sighted the famous triune peaks above the nightmare city. We were only a few miles from the cyclopean halls when the attacks began.

For the record, I warned Uldrick not to pet that strange dog, but Uldrick always had a soft spot for canines and a lack of respect for 80s cult horror. When the dog became a Thing-Girl, it was too late to help him. She grabbed him and ran off, leaving behind only his pants. I’ll never forget the last time I saw Uldrick, as he stared at me, eyes wide with terror, and asked me if I’d be Godfather to their firstborn.

Talbot fired off a round at them as they left, and we had to take his gun since that seemed counterproductive. He began loudly raving that any of us could be a Thing-Girl. Then he started getting really, really weird. He was drunk, of course, as were we all, but he kept on trying to grope each of us, and touch a hot wire to our skin to ‘make the boobs appear.’

Eventually we tied Talbot up, and all night he ranted that one of us was going to break down and suck his dick very soon. When he disappeared the next morning – leaving behind only torn pants and signs in the snow of a great struggle (or snuggle) – we all prayed thankfully. He had always been a guy who seemed to really enjoy patting men on the ass. We had to have words with him about it in the locker room.

But it was now clear to us that we had somehow lost the element of surprise. Apparently firing off 79 thousand rounds of ammo on a beach and singing cowboy songs about stealing panties for two days had drawn the attention of the locals, and alerted them to our plans. Yet our only way was forward.

We pressed onward, the journey growing more miserable, as we drank more and more and discarded the useless ammunition by firing it. When we arrived at the cavern leading down to the ancient city, we found it wide open and unguarded. We put on our ski masks and crept (well, staggered) through the entrance and into the frost cave, the inside lit by some bioluminescent fungi which sparkled like distant stars.

As we approached the first of many valve-shaped doors, there was a loud noise, the flapping of wings, and before us we saw a Fungal from Yoggoth. At the sight of her, Burbage, who was always quite sensitive, became hysterical, pointing with his finger and shrieking.

It was an overreaction, I thought, for she was kinda cute. A feisty little thing, named Mi-Hau, it became clear from her high velocity chittering that she was not going to let us pass to get at the precious loot of eldritch panties. We made a quick executive decision, and tossed her Burbage, who was now so gibbering and insane that he would be a huge bore if we tried to keep him with us. As she tore off his clothes and sought out his mushroom, we all filed past the new lovebirds and opened the valve door. We swore a pact not to lose any more members of our fraternity.

We came upon a Cyclopean Stairwell, a long line of stairs built into the rock to our left, and looking out over a bottomless expanse of darkness on the right.

It was then that our newly minted agreement to not lose any more members fell apart. For as we descended the Cyclopean Stair, an Elder Thing and a Crocodilian both leapt from the dark, taking Fatty and Atherton, respectively. The three of us who remained ran down the steep stone stairs, panting and with hearts racing, hearing all manner of unnatural noises which we took to be buxom and pretty eldritch horror girls who were marriage minded. I led the way as we ran down the endless steps, into cool, damp darkness. Our every breath and footstep was audible, despite the loud pounding of our hearts. The walls seemed to jingle like glass shards clacking against each other, as if we were in an avalanche of low quality beads.

I turned back when we reached the bottom of the stairs, to check on my brothers. Wallace was gone. Doubtless he was taken on the stair by some mysterious Darkness. It was only myself and Caderousse.

“Pardieu!” Caderousse announced, as he was often given to saying.

We pressed on, vaguely hearing the sound of our fraternal brothers being forcibly inducted into fatherhood. There were so many gifts I’d need to buy for the weddings, the baby showers. And all of them would now be such bores, I knew, always on about their kids, or their lawns, or about getting their boilers working just right. Caderousse and I both looked to each other, both of us committed to continuing our free and gay bachelorhood.

At least, that was the goal. We had found the objective of our quest – the dormitories where the eldritch girls engaged in their quaint, womanly notions of landing a husband, or plunging the earth into a nightmarish realm of madness.

At the time, I wasn’t exactly sure what the creature was which slithered out from behind us, only that she seemed to have quite the set of lungs and she moved very fast. Fortunately Caderousse was a bit stouter than me, and so when it came to running I was ahead of him. I was running blindly, and when I saw great stone doors, with intricate and strange runes, I judged them to be strong enough to stop the Lurking Horror Girl behind us. When I reached them and pried them open, I darted in, and shut them in the shocked face of Caderousse. I put my whole body into the door, shutting my eyes.

Caderousse pounded and pounded upon the doors, screaming and cursing at me. I could only weep for poor Caderousse, weep as he chastised me unfairly for my cowardice and duplicity. In his string of excited French, he called me a fink, which was very hurtful. Then, all at once, the pounding and mean words stopped, and the space beyond the door was dead quiet.

I barred the door (all these doors always can be barred), and I continued onward, alone, my heart pumping. I now was mostly concerned with finding a way out, aware that the mission now was to get out of this besotted realm without having to meet in-laws whose main job was to transport Zerg to attack Protoss.

I descended deeper and deeper, passing runes, wards, and signs which from my lore classes I understood to be warnings to turn back. In the depths I saw, repeated over and over, “Tok’Rah! Tok’Rah! Tok’Rah!”

This ancient warning marked places where shoggoths lurked. Not the genteel Bostonians and Hispanic maids of the civilized world, but the ancient, primordial, and savagely powerful sex plasmas of millions of years ago. I went forward not seeking panties, but hoping that this ancient horror had a passage to the surface, for primal shoggoths are almost always ferociously independent and keep to themselves.

I opened a door into a cold, stone cave with a queer light shining down from the high cavern ceiling. The air was damp, cool, and foggy. A promising set of stairs upward was along the far wall. But in the middle of the room, dangling from a stone rising up from the frigid earth, was a single, solitary pair of frilly black and white panties.

They were the kind that a stripper might wear, if her costume was that of a French maid. Something told me that these were the panties of the very same primal shoggoth who so terrorized this cyclopean city.

I saw a vision of myself, back at the club, sipping a port and solemnly thinking of poor Caderousse and Uldrick and the others, as I prepared to take the full two millions for myself. I resolved that I would purchase a park bench for Miskatonic, and put their names upon it. After all, I knew a guy who could get a bench cheap, and an engraving would only cost a few dollars.

With honor to my now-married friends satisfied, I approached the dangling panties. I licked my lips, gingerly reached out my hand, and grasped the soft, silk underwear, resisting the urge to bring them to my nose and sniff them like a common Biden. I turned to leave, but found the panties quite stubbornly attached to the stone, as if hooked there by magic. I grasped the underwear with two hands, trying to untangle it from the rock.

Frowning, I let go of the panties, but found that the panties did not want to let go of me. They wrapped around my hands and held them fast, so I was secured to the great stone as if by metal chains. I screamed (because underwear normally doesn’t do that) and began to furiously tug and yank on my arms.

“Tekekekekekeke…” came a high voice behind me.

A chill went up my spine. That was either a Korean, or…

A shadow loomed over me, and behind me I heard protoplasm popping and slurping. There was a smell, a pleasant smell, of grape but with a potent scent of alcohol. She leaned in closer and I felt warm air upon my neck. My ski mask was removed, and I felt hands…cold and wet, but delicate…begin to feel my neck and face.

Soon there were ten hands, all gently probing my clothes. I felt my heavy fur coat falling away to the ground, and the coldness of the air. I was paralyzed with fear. And, to be honest, my manhood was quite stiff, too.

“Kekekekekekekeke…”

The hands all gripped my clothes, and with a sudden pull and tear, I was naked in the dark. The cold air made my skin break out in goosebumps, which the hands began to rub, providing some relied.

“Hehehehehe…bumpy…boy flesh funny kekekekeke…” the shoggoth said.

“L-listen…” I said, desperately fumbling. “M-my father is a big wheel at Torty and Sons finance…”

“Kekekeke boy flesh funny boy flesh good. Boy flesh cute. Good boy flesh make Chee Chee flesh tingle. Chee Chee flesh take boy flesh, get boy fluid, give shoggoth fluid.”

“Madam,” I said, taking umbrage. “Torty and Sons is the finest investing house in New York…”

“Kekekeke Chee Chee have diverse portfolio, stocks in Britt and Loisens and investments in diamond mines in South Africa.”

“Uh…” I said. “Really?”

“Boy flesh need not worry about money any more. Need worry about boy fluid. Make cum for Chee Chee…”

“But how…” I asked. “How did you know? How did you know to leave panties out?”

“Uldrick. Turned on you. Tina made him happy and he told everything. We picked you. Watched you for days. You were cute. Hoped you’d make it here. You did utterly betray Caderousse. Good for you.”

“I did not!” I retorted defensively.

“Enough chat,” the shoggoth said. “Now, molest…”

Chee Chee began to run her hands all over my body, as I felt her face press against my right ear. Her tongue began to lick at my ear lobe, nibble it, as my knees buckled. Then I felt another face, and another tongue, kissing and licking my left neck. The shoggoth’s hands found my turgid manhood, and began to tease and prod me. A groan escaped my lips, which drove her deeper into a frenzy of kissing.

“Let…” I begged. “Let me see you…”

“First, punish boy flesh,” she said, and one of her hands gripped my ass cheek menacingly and squeezed. “Punish boy flesh for trying to take panties.”

“What…” I said, my terror rising. “What are-“

I felt a hand smack my ass, hard, and I yelped. I also almost came. Fuck, I thought. Apparently I’m one of those guys who gets off on being spanked.

“Good,” she said, feeling at my stinging class. She leaned in and kissed me very, very tenderly on the back of my neck. “Think boy flesh learned lesson. Now, Chee Chee all tingly. Chee Chee want boy tongue deep in pussy.”

“That’s your name?” I asked. “Chee Chee?”

“What gave that away?” She asked with a laugh.

“M-my name is-” I began.

“You Anon, I know. Uldrick told. You boy flesh, now.”

My panty handcuffs twisted, and I turned around, so I was braced against the stone. And I saw her.

The first thing I noticed were her big and full lips, of a deep purple. Her facial features were exotic, perhaps vaguely a mixture of Asiatic and African, but then perhaps it was some unique race all her own. Perhaps it was how humans had looked when she had first come here, countless eons ago. Her eyes were perfect ovals with a faintly glowing yellow light. Chee Chee was beautiful.

She was taller than most shoggoths, with a slight frame that belied the considerable strength of a primal shoggoth. She smiled at me with teeth that were fangs, and all at once I felt fear. She was wearing the very tight remnants of a slutty maid outfit, which knowing that shoggoth clothes were made from their own protoplasm, I knew was for my benefit. The tightness enhanced the thicc shoggoth for beneath. Her hips were a work of art, primordial in their appeal, and her breasts were full and large.

She laughed, and her eyes sparkled, and it was so pleasant a sight that I felt myself relaxing.

“Now, boy tongue…” she began. “Lick inside of Chee Chee’s eager pussy.

She rose up on great purple tentacles, until she was high above me. Her blue slit, so perfect and tight, drifted nearer and nearer to my mouth. I took in a deep breath, and a potent smell of grape pussy filled my nostrils. The effect was so strong that the fogginess of alcohol cleared from my brain.

Her slit pressed against my mouth, and as I pressed my tongue in gently, a tongue met my own. It coiled about my tongue and pulled me in to the strong tasting pussy, and wrestled with me there.

Instinctively, I tried to pull away to free my tongue, but I was held fast both by the pressure of Chee Chee’s pussy against my face, and the iron grip of her vaginal tongue. Her walls tightened. I was forced inside, a prisoner, subjected to the strong and potent grape taste which was now intoxicating me as a stimulant.

Chee Chee moaned, and began to slide her slit against my face, panting as she did so, rubbing her clit against my nose. She was fucking my face. My cock was so stiff that it was painful, for as you may have guessed, I always was a man who liked a Monster Girl who knew what she wanted.

Chee Chee knew what she wanted, and that was to fuck my face. God Damn, what a woman The taste of her inner velvet was amazing – her vaginal juices were sweet, but so potent and strong that they made me nearly cough. It filled my mouth, and was so strong I wanted sometimes to pull away to catch my breath, but Chee Chee was not inclined to grant me such a boon. She could see I could breathe, and was in no danger, and so as I struggled, it made more of her juices flow into my mouth.

Her pussy juices were not just strong, but mind-altering. My sense of touch became heightened. It felt like I could acutely feel every single particle of air in the room, feel the cold wax and wane with the currents of heat. I could taste the smoothness of her vaginal walls, feel the tenderness of the tongue which gripped my own, feel her clitoris quivering against my face as she slid up and down, drenching me in this strange intoxicating drink.

Chee Chee cried out, and staring up I saw her breasts bouncing as she fucked my mouth. She stared down at me with clenched teeth, and hard eyes.

“B-b-boy flesh…” she panted. “I will cum soon. You will drink it all. All.”

I did my best to nod, because by now I was quite eager to make her cum, as her juices had made me so sensitive I was eager to feel her walls shudder against my tongue, and her pussy pulse against my face.

“Ohhh…” Chee Chee said, staring down at me. “Your…your eyes…oh…ohhhhjh!”

She looked skyward, and let out a loud cry. Her breasts jiggling. The effects of her orgasm can’t adequately be described, except that it was tremendously strong, and that the exertions upon me by her pussy and coiling tongue made me light headed. I had tunnel vision where the only thing there was

Her juices, sloshing in my stomach, made my cock throb in actual pain, so stiff was I. As she came down from her immense high obtained by fucking my face, she stared down at me with adoration.

She slid down my body, her tentacles lowering until her face was even with my own, and she kissed me tenderly. Her tongue probed my mouth with gentle care and affection, but I was horny, and I pressed against her and made her squeal.

“Boy flesh horny,” she said, breaking our kiss. With her hand, she gently tapped my cock and made it wiggle. I groaned loudly and thrust into the air, and she smiled and laughed.

“Very well. Chee Chee fuck you now. Bullied your tongue, now time to bully boy cock until it go limp…”

At the moment, I wasn’t sure that would ever happen, for I was so erect I thought that I might need a doctor. Chee Chee unlatched me from the rock and laid me down flat on the cold earth. I almost said something, but it became clear that the earth would not be cold for long, for even the permafrost would melt from this. Grinning, she straddled me, and then, the bullying began in earnest.

Sex with a regular shoggoth is said to be pretty wild, but their meido natures seem to give them some pretty good safeguards to ensure that their Master is never in danger of a broken pelvis. Primal shoggoths, however, don’t seem to have quite as strict guidelines about such things.

For one thing, they view their vaginas as cock prisons where they can engage in all manner of mischief. Her vaginal walls would alter from soft to tight, and then expand, and I would sometimes feel a hand grip my cock and squeeze it, or tongues slather up and down and ruthlessly tease my frenulum and cock head. In my already engorged state, all of this made me moan like a man being eaten alive, although instead of pain, I was overwhelmed by pleasure, as Chee Chee used hand, tongue, pussy walls, or even the a simulacrum of the soft flesh of breasts or ass cheeks to rub against me within her womb.

As she did this, at my balls I felt tongues form, then lips, sucking, tugging, and even nibbling at each one. This combined with the sensation of tongues over my cock from within a squeezing vagina made me lose my mind. I entered a plane of intoxicated existence, where pleasure came from Chee Chee.

She smiled down at me, seeing my total mindbreak, and decided to push me deeper. She pressed her breasts into my face, and I drank of the sweetest, creamiest grape I’ve ever had. The sensation made me feel light as air, and my whole body was so, so warm. I felt as if, in addition to the brutal ministrations of her pussy on my cock, there was also the warm hug of her arms, the soft breasts, the gentle nipple, the utmost care in her eyes. I was being raped and cuddled at the same time.

I moaned, but a moan of total contentment. The perfect moment is a rare gift, and I’m not sure why I, a rakish drunkard who foolhardily raided an ancient city, received it. But then again, with high risk comes high rewards.

“Now,” she said. “Enough foreplay. Time to fuck you.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant, since I was being pretty well fucked I thought, but then it began.

The mouths and hands all went away, and my cock was in a tight, tight pussy. So tight I was trapped, squeezed. And then, Chee Chee drew herself up. Her pussy slowly rose up along my shaft to just below my cockhead. I gasped. The sensation…the slow grip…the pleasure. She looked down at me with a wide grin, this protoplasmic demon.

“Is boy flesh ready?” She asked.

I shook my head fearfully, aware of what she would do.

“No,” I pleaded, hoarsely. “Your too tight…”

“Trust Chee Chee. Do you trust Chee Chee?”

I nodded. If I should die from this, I thought, Then Let Me Die.

She slammed down as hard and mercilessly as she could. My eyes almost popped out. I screamed, reeling from the insane pleasure, as she smiled and cooed, then rose up and down again. The pleasure from one such slide would take me ten minutes to fathom, but she began sliding more and harder, and faster. Her pussy was so tight my poor cock was being run through a wringer, extracting pleasure out of it like water would be drawn from wet clothes.

I screamed at the top of my lungs like a madman, with no other outlet for the unfathomable pleasure I was being subjected to. Chee Chee, for her part, had gone from a sadistic grin to a softened look of almost agony, so intense was the feelings in her own sex.

It was not long before the two of us, eyes locked and both reeling from the intense sensations our bodies had inflicted us with. Finally, I began to cum, my moans rising. Chee Chee, feeling my cock begin to grow somehow more turgid, began to cum, herself. Her walls tightened and began to spasm. The feedback loop built, and built, and built, and then exploded.

We screamed, both of us, as raw sexual pleasure obliterated our intellects and made us into a fierce cosmic horror and a horny animal, respectively. I emptied myself inside her womb, and she drenched my cock and body in her fluid. She collapsed onto me, heaving, and her lips found mine.

It is hard to say who kissed who more furiously or sweetly in the after shudders of our wedding congress. I know I kissed her with all my heart on every part of her face, and found her lips to match mine with just as much intensity, if not more.

It was the first time, but not the last, or the best. Sex is pretty much what I do, now. I live on shoggoth breast milk, and she drains me of my cum every fifteen minutes or so.

So anyways, that’s my life from now on. I have no hope of every leaving – firstly, I am naked in the Antarctic, but secondly, I am so addicted to my shoggoth wife’s pussy juices that I can’t go ten minutes without needing a fix. And lastly…I love her. Chee Chee may be a rough gal, but she’s my rough gal, and there’s nothing quite like firing off inside your woman and watching fireworks in her eyes.

And I do see the other chaps every so often. Chee Chee makes me a dapper suit, and we all go upstairs to a nice club in the ice where we act like distinguished gentlemen and ladies, before everyone gets horny and heads back to their lairs to fuck like rabbits. Caderousse still calls me a fink, but Minou his tentacled lurker is such a sweet gal that he smiles when he says it.

Chee Chee is returning. This is good, since if I have to wait any longer to taste her pussy, I’m going to be out of my mind. Boy flesh needs his Chee Chee juice.

So I guess my message is – Dink, Bertie, all the other guys in Tau Kanta Melee, we’re living it up. You’ll all have to come down sometime. It’ll be fun. There are some nice girls down here. I’ve told them all about you.

They’re even talking about going up north, if your skittish.

Will See You Soon,
Anon

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