The God Child

Story by Theromen

<tags: suspense, horror, slow development, futa on woman minor, man on futa minor, mind control, violence>.

This is an old story that I wanted to get out of the back log.

I'm still working on other stories as my screwed up life permits.

Please note this story is more concerned with the protagonists

getting through the plot than concentrated sex scenes. Even the

sex scenes are fairly short and as PC as possible as the tale was a

halfhearted attempt at something almost mainstream...which I just

couldn't bring myself to do completely at the time. I tried, I really

tried but I got this story instead. So without further ado here is

The God Child.

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The God Child

By

Theromen

1

Icy fingers of mist rose from the dark earth as a cold rain fell upon a darker yet stretch of woodland somewhere North West of Pittsburgh. The precipitation came down in torrential gales with bitter cold wind behind it to numb the body and the mind. The windy gusts caused the water to become blinding sheets with momentary lapses of near visibility poured randomly throughout. There was no light, neither from the moon above or any man made source, making eyesight a near useless thing amid the tempestuous downpour. In defiance of natures fury however, there was still movement in the darkly woods.

A man and woman stumbled blindly about the undergrowth, groping haphazardly from tree to tree at a dangerous gate through the unseasonable rain. Both of them appeared to be wet thoroughly through to their skins despite their weather appropriate clothing. Their hair clung wetly to their faces darkened also by the watery deluge. Both gulped air with disparity, but the woman gasped audibly every time her feet slipped in the mire of mud, melted snow, and dead leaves. The man barely noticed the woman’s plight as he trudged forward through the begrudging terrain and elements. What he did take heed of was the woman’s sharp cry, that of its own seemed to turn him about to squint half blind into the shower filled dark.

The man’s eyes tried to pierce the murky veil before them but failed miserably, and this realization was apparent on the man’s face now contorted in frustration. His expression quickly changed to one of sheer terror. His ruggedly handsome features took on a ghostly pallor, raindrops quivering on the lips of his agape mouth as his ears detected something his eyes could not…a presence. It was a low howl, guttural in quality and somewhere in the vicinity of where he faced, where the woman had been only a moment before. He couldn’t hear so well as to pinpoint exactly where the sound came from, so he paused and held his breath. Unfortunately, just as he exhaled, his breath still steaming in the chill night air, he heard the howl again. The frightful expression on his face mingled with that of sudden recognition momentarily and then with a guttural shout of his own he turned and fled on his original course.

Breathing was hard. Every breath burned in his chest and every exhale came with a grunt of exhaustion. His numb limbs flailed in the instinctive dance of locomotion brought on by a deeper more ancient instinct…survival. He ignored the wet branches whipping against his head, though the ones with leaves still clinging to them felt like chill and slimy alien hands grabbing at his face. Even as he raced through the blur of foliage and gusting rainfall his mind snatched at such darkly thoughts. Even now he imagined a thousand morbid deaths for himself, here in the cold dark wet of the wood, and each was more gruesome than the last.

Suddenly, his feet slid through the air and what felt like a slab of solid ice crashed into his right cheek, stinging across the whole side of his face. As he propped himself up he looked about numbly. He had fallen into some shallow gully or something, exactly what he wasn’t sure. Nor did he care. The rain jacket he had on dripped mud as he momentarily gazed at the slab of stone he had fallen face first into. Without anymore hesitation he surmounted the gully, scrambling up its slippery side then staggered over its grassy crest. He barely managed to clear the metal railing when a terrible roaring resounded in his head, and everything burst into white radiance blinding him just before his world became a numbing all encompassing sea of blackness.

“Holy fuck!” exclaimed the blonde haired driver of a black ’79 Chevy Blazer as he quickly slammed both feet on the break pedal. His portly companion, with darker shade of blonde hair sprouted with a bit less gusto his own

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