Alright, this bit of nastiness is the last one for a little while. No, I haven’t forgotten the hell gate – there just wasn’t room for it. It’s still there, and bad things still approach. And no, I haven’t forgotten the importance of names: Simone still hasn’t been bound and banished.

In fact, I’m kinda leaving it one of my erstwhile partners to waltz Lucifer in. Was that too subtle a hint?
:-)

I agree with Alec. Excellent work.
I don’t think Lovecraft himself could have come up with a more frightening description of monstrous female genitalia.
And that dude was super-scared of poon-tang.

About Lovecraft’s gynophobia: look up “Gug” on google image search sometime.

Is it strange that I find Simone even sexier now? :P

Yes, that ranks up there with some of the vile, disgusting descriptors I’ve ever read. At least, though, she didn’t have smegma oozing out of her. >>shudders<<

P.S. The hell gate was already closed, I think.

“I really did not need to see that,â€? Alec said
—Yeah, I didn’t need to imagine it either. {shivers}. But I’m kinda happy that Alec is still alive-ish. He’s kinda fun.

P.S. Cat-killing curiosity: looked up an image search of Gug, and Tarzan’s right. Your description is much worse than those toys.

“Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.”
I looked up gug too. Not really that bad, I’ve seen worse (and imagined worse from your story)