Midnight shakes her head. "Shame. You had a chance of making it out, you know. But since you forefiet..." She takes a sharp intake of breath "Gersham and I can do as we please". Midnight rubs her hands together. "My, this will be fun"

Like fuck she did! She knows those sorts of games though it became apparent she couldn't win. S fr as she knew Midnight wasn’t even going to draw back that half inch if she behaved. She was glad in a way that she did no such thing though if not to give the other girl that satisfaction.

She could hear Midnight rubbing her hands together as more aphrodisiac began to simmer through her veins. What was this feeling? But the pressure on her chest soon departed though soon enough she feels a pressure at her lips as she feels the tip of a meaty cock trying to press into her there. Defiantly she attempts to keep her lips closed.

Midnight goes as deep as she can into Etolie, suddenly. "Isn't this such fun?", she giggles.

Holy shit!

She screams out s her eyes fly open. It hurts! Tears beaming down her cheeks though Gersham shows her no mercy then either as he shuffles his hips forward as he pumps into he quite suddenly as he forces her to make cherished gagging sounds.

That's right. Now be a good girl and take it all.

He strokes against the column of her neck infusing more of that pleasant warmth inside her.

"Come on, Etolie, aren't you enjoying yourself? I'm having a great time!" Midnight slides in and out, gradually speeding up, to the point where, if she went any faster, Etolie's insides would catch fire.

Etolie's eyes go wide feeling that large strap on pressing inside her with no mercy, her body heated by the passage of the object due to the arousal that the aphrodisiac courses through her. Her nipples were nice and hard. She can’t speak garbled cries against Gersham's member as he presses it deep inside her mouth, a finger sweeping down to circle her nipple as tears bristle in her eyes then spill down her cheeks.

"Come on, Etolie! No need to be so down!", Midnight taunts. "I thought you were so rich you'd never be sad? What about all your money?" She giggles. "But it can't help you. Your social class doesn't matter, does it, Etolie? Come on, I want to hear you say it!"

Even if she wanted to answer she had her mouth stuffed with Gersham's member which was almost as big as the strap on pounding into her. The aphrodisiac had aroused her but did nothing against the pain she was feeling.

She continued to gag as her mouth was rutted against, the occasion muffle whimper sounding out.

This was too much, more than she was use in taking and the speed didn't allow her to adjust to it at all as tears continue down her face though her eyes remain closed she can only endure those taunts as they are delivered.

"Maybe you should try the other way, Gersham, and give Rhaine a moment to breathe, eh?" Midnight smirks, still rapidly sliding in and out of Rhaine.

(I'm assuming you meant Etolie, Rhaine's in the other thread )

Gersham slips free of her mouth with an audible pop. Gersham was larger than Chad and she wouldn't even let him take her there.

Her eyes shoot open, her face tear stricken a look of terror in her eyes as Midnight pounds into her.

“No! Not there!”

Her words punctuated with a little moan as Gersham swirls his tongue against her breast.

"Well, Etoine, let's hear it!" Midnight laughs, as Gersham strokes Etoine.

“It … my caste … doesn't matter ...” her voice is weak as she speaks, she swallows as fresh tears roll down her cheeks. Her breasts feel heavy nd swollen, her pussy wet and hungry despite the pin she's in at being handled so roughly. She sobs a bit as Gersham moves behind her drawing her up into a sitting position promoting her to speak louder.

“It doesn't matter!”

"Good girl", Midnight laughs, striking the aide of Etoine's face. And pulls out half an inch.

"I'm a woman of my word, Etolie"

That's little comfort to her as she feels the demon so close behind her, it's hardness pressed up against her lower back as his heated hands squeeze her melons as Gersham suckles on her neck, more aphrodisiac building up inside her. She still had over 11” inches lodged inside her, she had to get that to 9 or so, she knew she could handle 9 but she seemed deathly afraid of anal sex, whether it was from a bad experience or that she figured it would hurt worse than what Midnight was doing to her was hard to say though her breathing is a little eradic.

Midnight smiles at Etolie. "I'm glad to see you're finally acknowledging my advice. Now feel fulfilled that you've grown as a person" Her eyes fade to a calm blue, then close. She slumps over Etoine, exhausted. And Gersham notices a small slip of paper fall from her pocket.

Written in untidy scrawl, it reads;

IOU: One Tentacle Rape

Signed

~Midnight Stars

She starts snoring quietly.