The beasts hand drags with a deliberate slowlness up to the neck line of the pinned girls shirt, a low feral growl issues like an echoing wind whispering into her ears. With a single finger the creature slides his clawed finger back down, slicing the fabric of her shirt and her bra in one slow deliberate stroke. The claw is bitter cold against her soft silken skin, painfully prickling at her yet only cutting the clothing and leaving the skin unharmed. Right down the middle the shirt is cut and slowly peeled off from her left and right, revealing the girls naked breasts and upper body before him. Cupping her now naked breast he begins to rub and roll the perfect orb in circles, his finger tips pressing fully into her mound.

Spreading her legs apart gradually while letting her muscles fail and falter under the beasts steady pressure and strength, his malicious red eyes wandered up and down her body. The tentacles upon his back continued to dance as another one lashed out and moved between her legs as the tip of the large phallic head grinded against and into her panties, pushing the soft cotton against and into her folds as it moved and wiggled. Her terror and panic was clearly written all over her and in her every movement and breath. It was this that caused the cruel monster to decide another game could be played.

A cold chill rolled through the cavern, washing over the two forms. The creatures head lifted up for a moment, as if listening.

With a dark hiss the voice began, "The Master wishes to see you. Another time perhaps I will get to enjoy your body."

I shivered when I felt the claw, cold like obsidian, graze my skin as it cut through my garments. When the garments were set aside, my arms remained in the sleeves, thus leaving the torn clothes, hanging off of my body. I whimpered quietly as I felt a cool breeze brush against my now bare chest, the cold air stiffening my pert nipples. A shuddering moan passing through my now thin lips as I feel that ethereal hand begin manipulating my flesh.

I fought with all my strength against his unnaturally powerful arms, trying to pull my legs back together, but ultimately he won, my body now practically splayed out before him. I gasped suddenly, when a phallic tendril thrust into my cunt, using my undies as a makeshift (yet ineffective) condom. Then I noted his hesitation and heard his voice. I could barely speak, as I was far too terror-struck. I whimpered and nodded my head, my eyes glittering as tears began to form. Those may have been due to relief, or fear of what was to come next. Not even I knew what I was shedding tears for.

Like a fishing wire the tendrils trapping the young woman's arms began to reel upwards towards the creatures back, lifting her off the ground and shoving her body against his. Driving her firm breasts into her chest with a hard grind while the phallic tentacle between her legs contined to rock her against him, wiggling against the fabric of her panties and the shallow depths of her sex that it had penetrated. The creatures third hand slipped around to the girls back, hugging her to him while the cold tips of his fingers lightly scratched against her back still not cutting her but leaving thin marks of red from the scrape. It's other two hands shifted positions upon her body as well as the dark being clutched her pert little ass tightly with its fingers and kneading her panty covered flesh with its palms.

Little could have the girl realized that the Master it had been speaking about was the one and the same with the beast that was holding her. With a powerful stride forward, the monster begins to dart down the dark caverns. Its every movement causing the slimy tentacle just barely inside of her love canal to wiggle, shift and thrust against her panties while grinding her bare chest to his own. Twisting and turning inside of the cavern it would be nearly impossible to find ones way out without guidance or at least a great deal more time than she would have even if she managed to escape from the dark being.

Bending his dark will and bringing it to life he prepared the room for his arrivial, shifting and pulling that which he needed from his dark home and bending the shadows to suit his desires. Soon another stage would be set for the latest player in his unending game.

I unwillingly clung to the shadowy creature, his body cool and hard against mine. Despite the contrast to my skin's temperature, I felt sweat dribble down the back of my neck. I was nervous and scared. If this creature could have this much of an effect on me, how would his master be? Kinder or more assertive? Dreadfully teasing or brutal and to the point? Human curiosity began to overcome the fear, but I still knew in the back of my mind that I had to be afraid.

As the dark beast continued to lumber down the twisting caverns the darkness only deepened, leaving the girl blind to the world around her as it moved. It's each movement grinded their bodies together, while the monsters tentacle continued to shove upwards, straining the fabric of her panties as it wiggled against her tight womanhood. In the absence of any light and most sound, the only thing the restrained woman had was sensation. Taking one last sharp turn, the darkness seemed to lessen as the creature slipped down this tunnel as it slowly grew wider and lead into a massive circular stone chamber.

Torches of purple flame barely giving off any light lined the walls as they cast and sent deep shadows scattering about the room. Sitting upon an elevated platform made of blackened rock and throne carved from the very same rested a man with grey skin, eyes of a deep crimson and long flowing black hair like the deepest shadow. His features were angular, handsome yet a bored cruelity rested to lay hidden behind is empty expressionless face. He sat shirtless, dark markings of unknown origin lined his muscular body while he sat slumped to the side of his throne, hand under his chin as if patiently waiting for something.

The creature moved quickly, moving before the first step leading up to its Masters throne and dropped the young woman onto the velvet carpet that spilled down from his steps. Backing away, the monster kept its head bowed low to the ground in humble submission to the man before it.

"Good evening Miss..." Each word the man spoke echoed like countless whispers within the vast stone chamber. Each word hung about the young girls ears, as if the man had actually been much closer to her than he had appeared, as if he was whispering into her ear from behind her. His tone held a polite, civilized air to it, yet their was an unmistakeable steel hidden behind it.

I felt the dark tendril poking at my nether, threatening to thrust itself through my stretched undergarment and deep into my cunt. I wiggled and struggled to pull away from it. Each gigantic step the creature took made the tentacle poke me, again and again. Every time he moved on, I was afraid that my panties would tear and it would bury itself deep within me. But at the same time, I sort of wished it would happen already, end the tension.

When he rounded the corner, I strained my eyes to adjust to the sudden presence of light. The light was still very vague, as I couldn't even make out the outline of the stand that held the eerie, purple torches, let alone anything else. I may as well have been blindfolded for all I knew that was happening. I felt the creature slip me off of its shoulder and sit me down onto the cold steps before its "Master's" throne. I shivered slightly as the cold once more brushed against my naked chest. I lifted my arms and hugged my best, concealing and warming it at the same time. When I heard his voice, I yelped quietly and jumped slightly. Turning around, I could see his slightly human form. The purple torches sent an eerie glow to his skin and odd shadows forming in between his muscles. "P-please, can I leave this p-place? It w-was a misunderstanding, I just want to go home..." The man's voice lent a very strong first impression. I knew that I held no power over him and was at his mercy. A tear began to run down my cheek again as terror gripped my heart once more. Would I ever escape this nightmare?

The dark man straightened and sat upright on his throne, taking his hand from his chin and rested it back down upon the arm rest. Tilting his head downwards to fully regard his guest, his cold unblinking eyes focus upon her. "Leave? Certainly. You are more than welcome to leave if you wish, no one is holding you here." His grey lips curl into a cruel smile as he pauses, given her just a moments hope before continuing. "Of course, without my escort or protection given, you won't get very far with all the beasts that lurk within these depths." As if on cue multiple pairs of red eyes sparked to life within the shadows cast by the torches themselves.

"Otherwise, I do believe it is polite to introduce ones self when first meeting." His ever word sounded as if he had been whispering into her ear, his words were disjointed starting before the lips even had begun to move and stopped after they had.

Leaning back in the throne, the wicked creature in grey human flesh quirked his head slightly to the side and gestured towards the wall of darkness that was the cavern the monster whom had carried her had brought her down. Even from within those shadows, darker figures seemed to be moving about...just waiting for her to make her move. The Nightbringer now just waited, either path was the devil unknown but he knew she had gotten a small taste of what awaited her down that road. Though he wouldn't be surprised if she chose to try and flee or if she even saw that it was to late for her to try and regain her freedom.

I felt the hope dripping from my spirit like blood from an open wound. My eyes fell to the floor and I hugged my knees to my chest. I conceded, he'd won. There was no escaping this place. The sheer hopelessness of the situation was such a heavy burden on my shoulders that I didn't even want to try pushing against it and standing up. I merely stared at the floor. Then I heard his unasked question and looked up with my wide, blue eyes. "Oh, sorry... It's Diana." I spoke meekly, all emotion gone from my voice except sadness.

Normally I would of tried bargaining with my fate, try to figure out what would happen to me. But that wasn't happening this time. I felt like something, probably my spirit, had snapped within me. Never had a situation quite this mortifying been presented to me. It felt so odd, not feeling anything on my skin other then the numbing darkness, feeling nothing within my mind but the lack of feeling itself.