As soon as he said the S stood for 'Slut', a word she would never describe herself as, and far from what it really meant, anger flared in her eyes. She turned around, ready to hit the man hard in the face. She stopped though, when she saw him smiling. 'You think this is funny, you old fuck?!' Her thoughts directed to him, "You think it's funny?!" she suddenly blurted out loud. She stopped, when he started walking closer to her. The look in his eyes-- actually, there was no look in his eyes. There where no colour, only white. No black in the middle, either. The audience said nothing, did nothing to stop his advance.

'What the fuck is he doing?!' She asked herself, suddenly coming to a conclusion when he said, "I don't know about the rest of you but boy is my prick hard." She looked out to the audience to see them, not budging. Only to open their mouths and drool and the scene in front of them. Their faces, too, looked like people she knew. People she hated. She turned back to the man who continued advancing towards her. Frozen in spot with stage fright, from the gaze the audience gave her. This was a dream, why is this happening in her dream?!

Dream or nightmare? Her voice echoed in the aucustics in the auditorum as she spat out her question, load enough to carry her anger with it but it seemed to tremble at least to her ears given her fright too. But the comedian did not stopped until mere feet away from her.

That was when he sprang at her, arms extended as he attempted to grapple her at the shoulders. Aegir knew that she was untried though in her dream it was the play on words or rather the S word in particular that lead as a gateway to this moment.

A set up routine so to speak. But why was no one doing anything? Did they think this was all part of the routine or did they just not care at all? It was a dream or rather a nightmare given how it was turning out and it all seemed so pleasant too up until now or rather until she was singled out.

It had been then at that moment that Aegir stimulated her memories. Other girls speaking about things, hinting at others sprang into her mind as if that had incorporated itself into matters now.

She tried moving back as he moved forward but her feet wouldn't let her. As he sprang towards he she finally moved at least one inch. 'What was he doing?' She thought to herself, 'and further more, why the hell ain't anyone doing anything?' The audience simply stared at them, making a fuss, not doing anything about the fact that she's getting assaulted by a crazed old man. She soon finally got a bit over the stage fright and could essentially move. At the last moment she commenced a simple hip throw, putting him on the ground. As he landed the audience stood up. "Dumbass... That's why you never attack a half-breed..."-Half-breed is what she called herself, being half Japanese and half Native. She got up and started advancing towards the stairs.

He chuckled from his prone position at her words. "You have no idea ..."

From either side of his ribs sprouted too long sineous mauve tentacles that lashed out towards her as she moved towards the stairs. The tentacles gave him unnatural reach and with them he feinted, one going high towards her neck, the feint of course since he figured she'd make it more of a priority to evade that one, the other going low towards her ankle attempting to grasp it and yank her off her feet.

He stood up, brushing his shirt as he did. He appeared non plus in his attitude, no frantic movements on his part as he seemed to be in no hurry or rush whatsoever. Even if she evaded him he had a back up plan, just incase ...

She was just about to get to the stairs when she felt some vine-like thing wrap around her ankle. She turned to see this other vine thing heading towards her neck. That one, she redirected using what she learned in her Wing Chun. Yet as she did so the one around her ankle yanked her off her feet. She fell, hitting the wood floor of the stadium hard. She looked up at the man, seeing these tentacle-like things coming from him. Her eyes grew wide with terror. "What the hell?!" She shrieked. She looked into the audience. Not one of them was startled. They weren't even moving. They just sat their like mannequins in a clothes store. turned around, trying to grab a hold of the edge of the stage, to not get pulled in by this monster in her dream. "What the hell are you people doing?! HELP!"

She gripped the edge of the stage finding purchase there though it was no use as the tentacle jerked her with strength that she would not have even guessed at. She skidded backwards across the stage towards him meeting him half way as he strode forward casually.

He was still grinning down at her as she made her plea to the motionless audience. "oh, their waiting their turns like good little boys and girls."

She was at his feet now, his eyes flickered to her sweeter that she acquired then at her as he knelt down on the hard wood stage. A hand reached out to cup the side of her breast squeezing it in his grasp, the tentacle not grasping her retracted enough so that he could use it to intercept any blows coming his way as he expect just that as his hand felt the cloth of her top beneath his grip on her ...

Just like in one of them horror movies, she was dragged back towards whatever it is that's in her grasp. She turned back and looked up at him. The once George Carlin, the once comedian she loved, is now a disgusting freak with tentacles sticking out of him. 'waiting their turns for what?!' she thought. As the now monster knelt she tried punching him, yet the free tentacle slapped her hand away like it was nothing. He then groped her breast and squeezed causing her to yelp like a little dog. Being taught grappling in martial arts, she had an idea on what to do. She grabbed his arm and pulled it to his opposite side, on the ground, despite the pain of his finger nails digging into her breast as she did so. She wrapped one leg around the side and the other around his neck and began to squeeze, in hope to choke him out. Yet she was confused on why when he grabbed her chest, she could feel the squeeze, even though it's a dream.

His arm grasped and pulled forward as her legs wrapped around him. Normally an opponent would have been choked out by the constricting nature of the leg squeezing him in this triangular choke but here was the thing, George was a dream, and if he existed in reality he would be bound by it's rules and need to breath. That was not the case here though. As such he offered no resistance as his arm was pulled forward, he even grinned at her, his free hand sliding against the side of her ribs breezing over them as she pulled.

"Such an unusual position to be taken in ... still ..." his free hand reached up to grasp the front of her shirt, tearing at it with considerable strength that a large portion of the garment was ripped revealing her bra beneath.

"Foolish thinking that you could fight me in the usual methods, though I am going to enjoy this ..."

As he brought his hand down upon her, she flinched. She hoped the choke would knock him out. Unfortunately due to the disproportionate reality this dream has brought, he didn't choke out. Instead he grabbed onto her shirt and ripped it off, revealing her chest, which was now only covered by the cottony material of her bra. She looked shocked at the monster, knowing very well what he's got in plan for her. Yet, then he mentioned, that they're "waiting their turn". Figuring that even in this dream, they're all going to get a piece of her, like this monster is going to. She made a futile attempt in covering her bare chest up with her brother's sweatshirt, although knowing perfectly well the strength of this monster and the fact that it's a dream, what it can do, and that this is a useless attempt. She shuddered at the fact she's almost half naked in front of a good thousand people, forcing her face to go red with even further embarrassment. She closed her eyes, saying to herself, "This is just a dream, this is just a dream, this has gotta be just a dream..."

"No dream, sweet cakes," he said as if reading her mind. Easily he pulled the sweater from her grasp, haphazardly tossing it to the side as he discarded it. Eyes rolling down her exposed chest as he then grasped the wrist of her free arm with a tentacle pressing it down against the floor as he released her ankle bringing that appendage up to wrap about her other wrist and pulling it towards the floor of the wooden stage.

His hand wiggled free from her grasp then as he grinned down at her further. His hands grasped the cotton bra pulling it down beneath her chest before the initial feel of skin on skin coursed over his hands as he cupped and cajoled them in his grasp, thumbs dancing in little circles against her nipples as his body shift a little above hers squirming to make space between them, she would be able to feel his firmness pressing against her leg as he moved.

George leaned down allowing his tongue to skim over her chest, his hand parting from her breast long enough to lick around her nipple in a slow circle. "So soft ..." he practically whispered as his tongue danced around the smoothness there.

He restrained her arms, using one of his tentacles and his free hand. She lied there, her chest currently fully exposed to him, apart from her bra. Her, what she considers ugly, body was at his disposal, her unable to think of any way to get out, without her hands. She was a stand up fighter, one of the best, in fact. Her ground work, she would always succumb to submission by tapping. Her stand up fights would end with her opponent in either a knock out or technical knock out, resulting in a broken bone. Here, she was useless and her triangle choke she performed earlier was completely useless against him. His hands then pulled down her bra, exposing her breasts to him and everyone in the audience. "You bunch of sadists!" She yelled out at the audience, as she began to get violated by the monster. His hands grasping her breasts, playing with her bare nipples. She felt his hard-on against her. And soon she felt the old man's tongue run over her skin.

In real, she had kicked off the covers, from the nightmare. She was fully naked, sleeping with no covers on her. Her body was positioned just like she is in the dream. Her body thinking the dream now to be reality. Her body even felt the old man's even though he was only in dream.

Aegir grasped her by the arms with his tentacles as he slithered over her body. He would do as the illusion in her mind did for her naked body provided a tempting morsel to him. It was not often that he came across virgins either he being so use to those that had already been used by others for pleasure that he rarely found one so he did not wish to squander such an opportunity.

Hands roaming over her breasts now, a tongue caressing one of her nipples as he tasted the salty skin beneath, his erect member pressing against her leg ...

In the illusion George brought an arm away from her firm breast, it disappearing beneath her skirt, a finger tracing against the front of her panties. "I'll make you submit," he spoke, that same grin returning to his features as his finger flicked up and down her panties a little quicker now, his teeth siezing upon a nipple and tonguing against it gently every other second while his other hand massaged her other breast as he did this.

She wasn't ready to give. Or at least she thought. The only problem is, this old man...He weighs a lot more than the typical old man. inhumanly weighs more, despite his figure, and his strength was also inhuman. Obviously- Growing tentacles out of nowhere? Where's there any human in that. Humanoid, yes. Human, no. She contemplated on what to do. She was stuck here in this dream with this "Creature" on top of her. She turned her head away, as he moved tongue along her nipples. She then felt a head move down under her skirt and rubbing against her genital area, over the fabric of her panties. "No, not there!" She said, as she tried moving her hands to stop from him violating her area. She started breathing heavily, at the feel him all over her. Her breasts and now her genital area. She closed her eyes, turning her head the other way, biting her tongue. Unfortunately with it being a dream, it isn't doing anything to help her. She looked out into the audience, seeing the audience get up and move slowly to the front of the stage. Moving like mindless zombies. As they got to the edge, they reached out their arms towards her, like zombies trying to get to their only food source. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" She yelled out, her voice echoing over the entire auditorium, "YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO BE SAVING ME, NOT THIS, YOU DUMB ASSES! ... When is this going to end..." her voice softened followed by deep breaths from his violating touches, all over her private areas.

The audience, what could reach her at least, began grabbing hold of her arms and legs, jolding them down. They were ignoring her words as they pried her legs off of George as they held them down upon the floor of the stage. Members surrounding her as they were unable to close in on her.

No longer needed to hold her down George's tentacles retracted, one coiling around a breast and squeezing it lightly while the other disappeared under her skirt grabbing hold of the side of her panties and shredding them as it pulled against her.

This allowed his finger to crawl up and down the slit of her sex feeling the warmth there. His tentacle came back into the picture by brushing over her clit with soft strokes. George grinned down at her helpless body.

"It pays to be famous ..."

He leaned back down letting his tongue course over her nipple as he granted it slow but hard licks now.

The audience aided him, as if paid to do it. Holding her down, like those little people on Gulliver's Travels, holding down the giant. The audience held down her arms, just right for the monster to get at her. They managed to get her legs off from around the once Comedian's neck and underarm, and hold her down. As of no need for that tentacle to hold her down it wrapped around her breasts meanwhile, the second one went down to touch somewhere else that was private. She felt it pull on her panties, hard, ripping them as they did, with little effort. remnants of her panties are now scattered across the stage leave her sex ready for violation. She felt his finger rub against her, causing her to shudder quite a bit. She was being felt up by an old freak who thinks he's Dr. Octopus from Spiderman. Although when it came back to rub against her clitoris, she couldn't help by cry out. Even her body back in the real world was reacting to what was happening in the dream.

Her chest raised towards the sky, not knowing of the creature that was currently in her room, who was positioning himself to enter her while she was mentally in a different world. Her vaginal area getting unintentionally wet.

She looked towards the what once was a man, in complete disgust at the fact that she was being violated. Looking back at the audience, their mindless movement reminding her of that Left 4 Dead game, as several from the upper decks of the stadium moved down and started running towards the stage, just to get a piece of her, or in this case, all of her. Several that go up on stage