Dark God's Snacks
 
 
In the province of K'naa on the lost continent of Mu, a large crowd gathered at the base of Mount Yaddith-Gho. A group of exotically and richly dressed men, a dozen beautiful and voluptuous women blindfolded and with their wrists bound, and the local population watching in horror.
 
"As you well know," Announced the leader of the priests. "The time has come for the annual sacrifices to the Dark God. These young women will be offered to the lord of the dark fort in exchange for the salvation of the entire planet."
 
The girls, incredible as it may seem, were still and silent. Whether they were acting this way because of a drug that had been administered to them, or because of pure fear and desolation, can only be theorized. The well-dressed man continued:
 
"The maidens were blindfolded to avoid the fate worse than death that the terrible Ghatanothoa can offer those who witness its grotesque form. Now the time has come. The twelve brides of Ghatanothoa must enter the fort of Yaddith-Gho and run blindly through its labyrinthine underground corridors, until they satisfy the Devil. May the stars shine kindly on us all today...."
 
Then the twelve women were arranged in an Indian line and escorted to the entrance of the black fort by high-ranking soldiers and priests, amid prayers, rites, and the beating of ceremonial staffs and the burning of ritualistic oils.
 
From the fort gate onward, only the priests were allowed to accompany the ladies. The strongest priests opened the door to the fort's underground corridors while the others removed the restraints from the blind maidens' wrists and guided them in. As the last in line passed through the door, she was kicked in the buttocks, which knocked her and all eleven others out in a chain reaction. Then the door was closed behind them with a heavy sound.
 
Now, inside the oppressive black fort, the hitherto contained despair of the women overflowed. They began to run blindly down the corridors, each one in a different direction, as if they already had the devil on their backs. And all this commotion of pounding feet awoke something in the darkness. In some corner of the maze, multiple eyes like an octopus' were opened.
 
Taligg, with pale skin and red hair, was running when she bumped into something gooey and semi-rugose that knocked her on her ass. When she felt the tentacles wrap themselves around her wrists and ankles, she screamed, alerting the girls who followed a similar path to her's to turn around. The tentacles pulled the girl's body toward one of the god's mouths with great strenght, and the redhead's screams were suddenly muffled. Ghatanothoa had found his first wife.
 
Sarnan, a goddess with onyx skin and particularlly defined curves had the misfortune to step on one of the monstrosity's tentacles, which instinctively wrapped around the black girl's ankle, causing her to fall face first onto the ground. She tried to get up, but before she could, the tentacle pulled her up with extreme force and speed. The black woman screamed as she was dragged backwards, trying futilely to cling to the floor or a wall. She felt her feet being placed on a damp surface and being poked lightly by a frighteningly high number of fangs, and she screamed louder. With one simple movement, Ghatanothoa gobbled and swallowed his second wife whole.
 
Nerica was running when she heard desperate footsteps coming from behind her. The woman pushed her aside violently, shouting:
 
"Get out of my way! I come from a noble house! I shall not become the concubine of any Dark God!"
 
The woman's haste didn't seem very profitable, for a few seconds later Nerica heard her scream desperately. The brunette laughed, amused. "The harlot got what she deserved" she thought. Only then did she realize that if the other had been caught, it meant that Ghatanothoa was close to her. Nerica stood up quickly, but a tentacle grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward. Another tentacle grabbed her other wrist and the girl was lifted up by her arms, and something brought her close to itself. She felt drops of saliva and an unpleasant warm breath touch her skin, and then she was bombarded by a powerful belch that forced her to turn her face away in disgust. Shortly thereafter, Ghatanothoa devoured Nerica. His third and fourth wife were taken.
 
Bylonde's blindfolds were soaked with tears. The beautiful blonde had lost her beloved mother at a very young age when she was selected as a sacrifice, and now she had suffered the same fate. Would she meet her end in the same place as her dear mother? Bylonde told herself that she shan't. That perhaps, the ghost of her progenitor would appear, and with the motherly warmth that Bylonde missed so much would guide her to a bright exit to the surface world.
 
But deep down the blonde knew it was impossible. There was only one way in and out of the fort's corridors. But she kept lying to herself still, a happy thought like that giving her hope as she ran purposelessly in the darkness.
 
A loud, satisfied belch was heard, spreading a sour stench throughout the labyrinth and forcing the girls to cover their noses. Apparently Ghatanothoa had found his fifth courtesan. This seemed to snap Bylonde out of her trance. Her mother's spirit was not going to save her. No miraculous door was going to guide the poor woman to the outer land. She was trapped there.
 
The shock of finally realizing the hopelessness of her situation made Bylonde fall to her knees and scream, and then burst into a loud, sobbing cry. With her blindfolds soaked, the woman then regretted having caused so much noise. Already she could hear the sound of something crawling excitedly towards her. Something massive and voracious. The blonde could not see it, but an immense mouth of Ghatanothoa was already in front of the woman, beautiful legs kicking the air between it's jaws.
 
With one small movement, Ghatanothoa swallowed the rest of his sixth wife, but already had his multiple octopus eyes on Bylonde. Multiple tentacles grabbed the woman's arms and legs and lifted her up. The blonde felt one tentacle force its way into her mouth, while others took over her lower parts and ass. The girl moaned, too many things going through her head. When she climaxed, the tentacles threw her into the god's open mouth, which closed. At least the seventh wife could meet her mother now...
 
Lin'zan didn't think her situation could get any worse, until she was chosen as a sacrifice. The beautiful and gracious black-haired, slant-eyed lady had been brought from distant lands by a slave caravan that took her to K'naa, where she had been sold to a wealthy lady. At first Lin'zan's mistress treated her relatively well, for a slave. She left her in charge of housework and rarely whipped her.
 
Everything changed when Lin'zan's mistress noticed the way her husband looked at her slave. Jealousy and lashings increased, until the foreigner's mistress offered Lin'zan as a sacrifice because of her contacts with a priest of Ghatanothoa. And now the girl was there.
 
Some whip scars on her back and buttocks still hurt a little, but she didn't plan to stop running any time soon. She was able to control her feelings even in the most extreme situations, so she didn't despair. Maybe there was a way out of that situation, she thought.
 
Nevertheless, she couldn't find her way out blindfolded. Of course Lin'zan had heard one story or another about the Dark God having a form whose sight was already able to condemn a man, but such things were just folklore, were they not?
 
Lin'zan took off her blindfold, her eyes getting used to the dark environment. And then she let out the most terrifying scream that had been given that day. The scream was so loud that even the inhabitants of K'naa heard it. They just made a sad religious sign and prayed for the poor girl.
 
The former slave felt her body stiffen uncomfortably, until she was unable to move. By some miracle, her eyes were also rendered useless, so she would not be forced to stare at that aberration while her brain felt a tentacle pulling her into one of Ghatanothoa's hideous mouths. The eighth wife had suffered the worst fate.
 
There was a legend in K'naa that the twelfth lady to be offered to Ghatanothoa would have her life spared, receive his offspring, and then be sent to the alien dimension of the Dark God, where all the twelfth brides reign together a luxurious and exotic land. Gerym was a firm believer in this legend.
 
The short, curly haired brunette had concluded that the only way to escape that horror would be to be the twelfth wife. With a lot of luck, she managed to escape from the Dark God several times, each scream or burp she heard filling her with joy and hope. After Ghatanothoa had consumed Lin'zan, Gerym heard two distinct screams. If her calculations so far were correct, there was only one more girl left in the labyrinth with her.
 
And apparently they were in the same corridor. Gerym heard her screams and smiled, but a tentacle also wrapped itself around her arm, pulling her close. A voice came from her side:
 
"Help me! Help me! I'm stuck! If we work together, we can release each other!"
 
"Forgive me!" Gerym pulled the girl close to her. "Ayo, Dark God! Here is your last meal!"
 
Gerym's shout attracted the demon, already with its mouth open. Feeling the beast's breath, Gerym knew it was the time to act, so she threw the poor girl into the monster's mouth. She screamed, but was quickly swallowed by the creature.
 
"I did it! I'm the last one! I am the twelfth bride!"
 
Gerym's celebration was interrupted by a powerful point-blank belch, which pushed the woman's hair like a hot gale and nearly knocked her over. During the impact of the gas, a remnant of a gooey robe hit the woman.
 
"Gods, that stank! So...now you put your young inside of me, right, my Dark Lord?"
 
Gerym's response was to be laid on the ground by the demon's tentacles. Her ankles and wrists were held down while a strange tentacle entered the woman's tunic. It differed from the others in that at its tip it had a soft structure that resembled a thin corn. The structure entered the woman's organ and her eyes widened beneath the blindfolds. She moaned as if in paradise, while the member released a liquid into the woman's uterus in such quantities that Gerym's abdomen began to inflate.
 
Gerym climaxed several times in a row, but the pleasure was such that it never seemed to subside. The floor of the corridor was becoming gooey with the fluids of both the woman and the god. Ghatanothoa finally withdrew his appendage from inside the woman, who was breathing hard, semen still gushing from her spread legs. Her abdomen, swollen like a balloon, ached slightly.
 
"That...was....incredible...I feel pregnant with quadruplets.... then.....what about the last part, the one with the paradise in another dimension..."
 
A common tentacle wrapped itself around Gerym, and the stunned woman was unceremoniously thrown into the god's mouth. Although it is true that Ghatanothoa likes to copulate with his twelfth brides, this is only because it helps him with the digestion of his prey. The myth of the last wife being spared is nothing more than a lie by the priests to give a little more hope to the ladies chosen as sacrifice. With his twelve brides consumed, Ghatanothoa crawled lazily to some more spacious section of the fort, where he could digest them more comfortably.
 
...
 
Ghatanothoa felt that his digestive system had already finished demolishing his wives, so he extended one of his tentacles that was slightly different from the others. Something transported inside the tentacle forced its way through a small, tight round opening, and with a disgusting sound stinking, acidic piles of excrement began to fall to the ground, releasing a hot vapour from it.
 
Bits of bone could be seen all over the pile, but no one observing the disgusting monument would ever realize that inside all that massive mound of shit was Lin'zan's still conscious brain.