Cthulu Joe (Warning: Villain)

Villain: CTHULU JOE
Real Name: Joseph Clayboirn

Joseph Clayboirn originally had a very happy life and what looked like a promising career as a high school math teacher. Popular with the students and deeply in love with his pregnant wife, everything seemed to be perfect until about a year and a half ago. A student of his who accidently got pregnant from her boyfriend claimed Mr. Clayboirn was the father in hopes that he would pay enough in hush money to get an abortion. As procedure he was suspended pending an investigation. It should have been an open and shut case but the Clayboirns were swingers who regularly swapped partners with other married couples, something the Clayboirns hoped wouldn't have to come out into the open. Mrs. Clayboirn would finally get fed up with the situation and went to confront the student but was killed in a hit-and-run car-wreck. Witnesses described the other driver as female but otherwise the other driver was never found. Realizing that with Mrs. Clayboirn's **** the pregnancy claim was literially the student versus Joseph, the student would press the matter harder- eventually leaving Joseph penniless and unemployed as well as a widower.

It is unknown exactly when "The Defiler" enters the picture, but it's believed that "The Defiler" began working subtle manipulation soon after the **** of Mrs. Clayboirn. Little is known about "The Defiler", it seems to be a lovecraftian horror bent on erupting onto the mortal plane and hates women with a firey passion for reasons unknown. Beyond that nobody knows anything about it. At first through subtle mental manipulation then flat-out open communication "The Defiler" has brainwashed Joseph into blaming women in general for his loss, and as such offered mystic powers to Joseph in return for his allegence. It appears the first step to bringing "The Defiler" to the mortal plane requires a man who has sworn allegence to "The Defiler" to father 13 children by ****. Whether the children will be needed later, only a man whose done so can be a proper conduit for "The Defiler", or it's just "The Defiler" getting its kicks is unknown.

12 months ago the newspapers gave him his first moniker, "The Stockbroker Stalker". As "The Stockbroker Stalker" he was seen as a particularly sadistic serial **** whose victims were attractive women who worked in Century City's financial district picked at random. At the time the police considered it unusual that the victims couldn't remember the build or racial make-up of the attacker, but with the sizable DNA deposits he left in his victims they decided to worry about that when they caught him. After the 11th **** he was finally be caught by the Bouncer. At first his claims of spellcasting were mocked, giving him his "Cthulu Joe" moniker. However 2 months ago one of his victims gave birth to a baby boy, admitting to the press that "Cthulu Joe" was the biological father. Unbelievably, "The Defiler" seems to have rewarded Joe with a rough form of immortality as a result. Using it to escape prison, "Cthulu Joe" recently **** his 15th victim and is once again prowls Century City looking to serve his master- every **** possibly bringing "The Defiler" one step closer to the mortal plane.

Cthulu Joe's powers are magical in nature. He can cast simple spells allowing for short periods of clarvoyence, mystical energy constructs such as restraints, telepathy, weak memory alteration, and weak probability manipulation. By stealing a victim's Orgonne energy, the mystical energy assoiciated with sexual orgasms, Cthulu Joe can make improvements to his own body such as curing disease, countering aging, cosmeticly altering his form, improving his senses, etc. Stealing a victim's Orgonne usually leaves the victim in a coma that lasts a month on average, exact timing depending on how quickly the victim replenishes their Orgonne. As a gift from "The Defiler" for successfully fathering one of the 13 children required, Cthulu Joe also has a very rough form of immortality. He can still be killed, and has been twice, but upon **** his body disintegrates- reintegrating and resurrecting somewhere else within 24 hours. It is believed the place of Cthulu Joe's resurrection must be a place where a woman has been **** and murdered, but this is unconfirmed.

Joe floats in the darkness, trying to remember what had happened.

"SERVANT, WHY ARE YOU HERE?"

The booming voice of the the Defiler speaks, Cthulu Joe listens intendly but for the life of him can seem to think. He tries to open his mouth to speak, but it's like he doesn't remember how to do that either.

"I SEE YOU DO NOT ANSWER ME, BUT I AM NOT BLIND. IT IS BUT A MINOR THING TO REBUILD YOUR BODY. NOW, WHY ARE YOU HERE?"

Everything snaps back into place, memories flooding back.

"I made an error of judgment master. I guessed the time it would take for the the last whore's husband to return incorrectly, and failed to account for the possibility of him having a weapon. I will accept any punishment you see fit."

The urge to guess his punishment surged into his mind- Heresy but a heresy too late to prevent. His mind tries to avoid the issue at first, drifting back to his first service to "The Defiler". Heather DeLeaux, an up and coming manager at some financial firm- with the habit of working late into the night. No doubt used to only the best wining and dining that comes with being both rich and beautiful. In this place between life and **** his cock stirs at the memory of pounding that pussy like she was an animal bitch on the rough concrete floor of her company's parking garage. He had gotten to 11 fucks when he had an unfortunte run in with the Bouncer. Oddly, he didn't seem to mind losing to her- she may have had the misfortune of not being born a man but she definitely fought at least as good as one. Hell, better.

Prison was dissappointing, no women ment he could not carry on his master's work. With his spells is was simple to keep the others too scared of him- but he needed to escape somehow and his magic wasn't nearly that powerful. Then it happened, sweet little Amy Corban. They always assume he doesn't bother to learn their names, but he does. They're like little prayers to "the Defiler", each and every one. Sweet Amy the Virgin, a receptionist who he'd followed to her apartment and made her a woman in her own bed. Her child's birth pleased the Defiler, and Joe had felt the gift flow through him. Escape was simple matter of letting one of the other prisoners do what they'd wanted to from the beginning after that.

He had added three more bitches to his list before the police even guessed there was a copycat, the idiots. Orgonne harvesting was such an obvious ritual to identify for anyone with any amount of sense. It was bitch number 15 that surprised him. A married woman with a young child in school, Joe had figured that with the husband picking up their child he'd be gone at least 20 minutes longer then events had played out. The **** was complete, his seed planted, and the orgonne harvested, but instead of 10 minutes to clean up and present her to the world Joe was found by the husband- who had produced a gun. Shot in the head? Thought it would be a little longer before he experienced that ****.

"SERVANT, I HAVE DECIDED THAT YOUR ONLY PUNISHMENT WILL BE TO DENY YOU THE RIGHT OF VENGEANCE. IF A MAN IS CONVINCED HIS SLUT IS WORTH KILLING FOR IT IS UNFORTUNATE BUT NOT HIS FAULT."
"Yes, master."
"GOOD, NOW GO!"

He feels it, his body reconstructing himself into the land of the living. Briefly images flash in his head of a scene from long ago, the 70's if he had to guess from the clothing. A woman sits in a motel room incredibly frightened, there's a knock on the door, she opens it, a menacing man with a gun steps inward. . .

It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness but the motel room from the vision is laid out before him. It's late at night, he hears nothing from outside the room except possibly a high way far into the distance. A form shifts in the bed close, stressing the importance of quiet for him.