"What?" Sondra hissed back as she took a large step back from Linnis. It had taken a lot of self-control to keep the blonde from raising her voice at that point. She stared wide-eyed at her wife, her mouth hanging open in astonishment.

"You're joking, right? You really want to run and hide while that asshole rapes those poor girls? You're actually suggesting that we throw the sheep to the wolf to save our own hides?"

Sondra's voice became somewhat strained at that point, as if struggling to remain under control, as she continued to speak quietly to the teal-haired woman, keeping her voice as low as it could in order to keep their private conversation private. "Linny. Dear. Listen to me. If we lower ourselves to throwing the sheep to the wolf and running away, than we ourselves are no better than the wolf. Please think on that a while before you decide to come up with such nasty suggestions."

Sable just stood back and listen to the laugh and then looked at Sondra and Linny "what the hell is going on?" she remember what Evy's lover told her but there is no way there could be monsters "Michael is in there..." she says softly to her self

"He has four in here. He did that intentionally, odds are four he can handle." I explained. Was I heartless? No. Prudent. "Numbers aren't in our favor. The two girls need to make a break for it so we can get to the door and get help. Or, we could take him by surprise one he's started in at them. But either way, until the status quo changes, there's not a goddamn thing we can do to help but hide and save ourselves. Once the situation changes, we can act accordingly." I was very-soft spoken, and obviously emotionally torn by this, "We make any move now, all we are is two more targets for those snake things he has for arms. And I don't know about you, but I'd like to beat these bastards for once."

As his obscene laughs continued to flood the locker room that had the girls trapped in it, the walls seemed to became like liquid, the lockers shifted and seemed to take on strange and unusual shapes. The locker room was beginning to expand and take on a life all it's own.

The King in Yellow was turning the locker room into a piece of Lost Carcosa, the horrifying city in the blasphemous play. The streets were twisted, doorways lead to nowhere, it was like some twisted horrible M.C. Ecsher painting gone mad. Sounds with no origin echoed in the halls, stones moved and shifted, and they all had the horrifying feeling that things were watching them. More hideious laughter erupted out, seemingly from everywhere.

"Have you seen the Yellow Sign?!" He bellowed out before laughing again. Only Cassie and Michael were in sight of him as he pulled out the strange yellow rune hanging from his neck that glowed softly. It was terrible to behold, but awe inspiring none the less. Slowly Yamato began to peel his flesh and clothes away like a cast-off skin, revealing the massive, purple tentacled horror beneath.

"Okay, status quo changed...." I whispered, taking in the alterations and spying from my hidden spot, "I'm guessing that talisman thingy is some source of power. He's got to lose that or he'll just do that 'change the environment' thing and screw us in several senses of the word."

At least the lights hadn’t gone out. One counts their blessing were they can.

I could feel the floor slide beneath me New Balances, an almost I went flying. Vision decived one as the locker room became sum thing bigger. A twisted vile city beneath a purple an violet sky. Buildings that reeked of death an decay sprang up all along the horizon. The sound of stones falling hind me…then to the side…voices giggling hysterically form all sides like we had found hell itself.

I did not wanna be her…the cross now heavy about me neck. Slowly I pulled it free of the sodden T-shirt, painfully aware of how me garments clung to me skin revealing every curve of me body to the leering eyes that crowded round. Feelings of being on display made me shutter in embarrassment an fear.

A gnawing terror settling in me very bones as nightmares of being naked before those haunting eyes washed across me poor lil ole brain. A seething mass of dead an malformed bodies clutched round an touching me…holding me as I cry out in panic.

I shake it off, only in time to witness the horrible transformation of the hideous creature before me. Tentacles, the stuff of me nightmares on restless nights wiggle in front of me. Eyes that watch me with the fire of lust an desire within. The welling panic within making me feet seem rooted in place. So I move the cross, clutching it in straining fingers an hold it tween me an the unholy hell spawn.

“Lord give me strength to face the beast an with yur help to overcome.” I breath, one long breath in death tainted air. Calming me fears an terrors….I must prevail.

"Fuck numbers. Fuck the status quo. Fuck hiding to save our own hides." Sondra hissed back bitterly, almost angrily. Linnis was really beginning to piss her off with her cowardly attitude. The girls were supposed to stick together no matter what evil they faced, not run and hide while their fellow students got raped by some but-ugly monster.

She was about to give her wife a lecture about the need to stick up for their fellow woman in the face of all adversity, but apparently that was going to have to wait for now, as things were literally beginning to change for the worse. Sondra watched with surprising calm as the locker room had gone, vanished. It had been replaced by a city that looked like Ecsher's worst nightmare come to life. It was complete with twisted, uneven streets, and Sondra somehow knew that if she decided to open one of the doors, there would be literally nothing on the other side.

Sondra got the eerie feeling that she was being watched, and this feeling seemed to be confirmed by the mad laughter that seemed to come from all directions at once. She stood there in some confusion as to what this so-called 'man' was talking about. And then he whipped out a glowing yellow rune that hung from around his neck like some sort of talisman. Sondra was impressed, as she tended to be about most things magical, but she was not intimidated by it in the least.

Neither did she cower in fear as the one who had called himself a gymnastics coach proceeded to peel away his human skin, revealing his true form to the students. It was like some sort of weird tentacled creature that looked like a giant purple octopus. It was truly a disgusting sight to behold, but Sondra, the Fearless Warrior, still was not afraid.

Linnis had spoken to Sondra again, but Sondra was no longer standing beside her. Sondra had told her that she was not going to cower in fear while this tentacled freak raped her fellow students, and true to her word, she had left her wife to hide alone and strode up to the creature, standing confident and unafraid between the purple beast and the other girls as she stood there with her arms crossed defiantly, glaring angrily at the monster in front of her.

Clad in the skimpy fishnet bodysuit, Sondra was the least clothed individual amongst the girls, and therefore the most exposed. It would take no effort at all for the octopus creature to reach forward and tear off the straps on her outfit and shove his tentacles in her pussy and ass. Perhaps that would make the creature choose to go for her before the others. In fact, she was counting on it.

"Look, you ugly piece of shit," Sondra said to the nasty-looking fucker before her as he readied herself in a fighting stance, "I don't know who, or what the fuck you are, and frankly I don't give a fuck. But I do have a pretty damn good idea about why you're here. Either you let the others go right now and take me in their place, or prepare to fight for your intended prey. The choice is yours."

I slapped my forehead as I watched her. God, is she really that head-strong.... Though I wanted to lecture her on tactics and the better part of valor, this was Sondra, and like hell was I going to let her go it alone. I walked up behind her, shedding my outfit as I did. "Hey, tall, dark, ands ugly! Nice piece of cunt right here for ya! Come get me!"

Yeah. Fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of plan, but if he came after me, it'd give Sondra and the others a chance to run. A chance my wife would hopefully not be too self-righteous to take. After all, her much-less-likely-to-succeed endeavor was in formation the same as mine. Survival 120; The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. Throw one to the wolves so the other sheep can run like hell. I guess it was time to be the sacrificial lamb. "I want to be fucked. Take everything you want from me! Just come and take it!" To make myself all the more enticing, I reached down and spread my lower lips, showing off the moistness inside, "Just stick it in, big boy!"

It slowly moved towards them, and what was most disturbing of all was how it moved. It did not crawl or slide or lift itself up. It moved towards them as if it were crawling along and sliding off of some shapes and forms they could not see. Tentacles jutted out and shrunk back in constantly, strange eyes with all kinds of horrid pupils stared at them at the ends of some of the stalks of flesh, and some ended in large mouths, some with vicious teeth. But numbers would not save them, not from Hastur, nor would mortal strength or resolve.

It squirmed and shuddered and then an impossible amount of tentacles shot out from it's mass, defying eartly biology, and disturbing to behold. The tentacles raced out with blinding speed, overwhelming all of the girls and seizing them up in the air by them limbs, holding their arms helplessly above them and spreading their legs apart. Free tentacles lashed out at their bodies, tearing clothes away with whipping-like motions before their asses and pussies were crammed full of two or three of the thick tentacles at a time, their mouths free to cry out for help that could not hear them. It's strength was far beyond anything of this world, impossibly strong. This was not done out of lust or any earthly reason, it was to weaken their resolve to resist against the strange beauty of Lost Carcosa. Above them, there was one longer a roof, but an alien sky filled with stars and unfamiliar sites. A huge red moon above them slowly drifted strangly between a pair of huge towers! It made no sense...

Between gasps and moans, rather than crying for help or staring in disbelief, I just yelled at Sondra, "I fucking TOLD YOU TO WAIT!" Sondra, at least, could have been spared if she had waited, god damn her. Had she waited until it behan, she might have been able ot make a difference. She might have been able to be free. Damn her! "Listen to me next time!"

It did not matter, they were in Lost Carcosa, Hastur's city, and the domain of The King in Yellow. If he wanted to find them, he could, if he wanted to reach them, it was as simple as thinking it. As the city around them continued to shift, they saw that Lost Carcosa, in all it's wonderous horror and beautiful terror had not always been. Once it was peaceful Yhtill, an alien city, but a quiet and peaceful one. The King in Yellow had come from the Lake of Hali and turned it into Lost Carcosa, twisting the inhabitants into insane creatures that no longer resembled human form, some baring that alluring and hidieous Yellow Sign. They were watching the blasphemous play, The King in Yellow, unfold before them, revealing horrible truths to them, attacking their very souls and sanity. The tentacles, meanwhile, pounded relentlessly into the girls. The rape was on a far deeper level than just physical.

No quicker had she lept off of the changing locker had she been grabbed by the many tentacles eyes wide as her favorite leotard was shredded along with bra and panties all torn into useless tatters as tentacles filled her. A strange ornate necklace could be seen around her neck now; it shimmered slightly. her mother had given it to her as a gift years prior the necklace of Freya.

The scream of a virgin body rang out as the trickle of virgin blood left her body for the third time since she arrived here. Cassie's mention of the lord had brought the body strength the yellow sign she glared at the area she glared to something seemed different about the girl; something about the change awoke the spirit that had taken on the identity of michael; a mortal life for as long as the body live though still it was michael who spoke.

"I'm going to be sick!!!"

she groaned as the tentacles continued to furiously pump in her body eyes watering still at the pain that filled her. Hastur could more than likely tell why the necklace of a goddess glowed about her neck. No matter how many times michael's body or mind were shattered her soul would remain unharmed and ready to repair the damage done.

Michael's body hesitated to react to the tentacles; the level of sickness preventing any arousal from arising the sights of this horrible city were too much for her to take she thrashed violently to try and free herself from the tentacles that were attacking her her cook held tight above her head.
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The mortal condition... of rape anger and sadness... Is this why the humans have stopped believing in us?

((Off to work I go. Be back to post tonight or tomorrow morning.))

Sable watch as Sondra and Linnis try to lure the monster "their both nuts.." she says softly but she did notice the monster forgot her as she growls "hey you dumb big thing leave my friends alone or else im going to have to get mid evil on your ass.." she knew there was no way she could fight off this thing but if it can get him away form Michael then that's fine by her as she slaps her ass at him "ha can't catch me you dumb dumb!"

It had tentacles to spare. They thrusted out at her like a bullet from a gun, stretchin out much further out then they appeared like they should. They snatched up Sable much like the other girls, ripped her clothing away, and began to ram into her slit and her anus hard.