Sable gasp and moans out as she wiggles her legs and struggles"nnnnnngghhhhhh this can't be real!!" she screams out tears in her eyes as she feels the tentacle easily slipping into her tight slip and her asshole "gross!!"

There is a tremor in me legs as the thing floats, gliding like some obscene ole octopus from the aquarium towards me spot. The cross glows in me hand, certain knowledge of me faith an gods own answer to this many armed hell spawn beast. The movement slow an methodical. I had a chance, a small one cause I knew I wuz faster….much faster….

The air rent itself with the crack of a whip like tentacle, flying at me an twining ‘bout one leg in the blink of an eye. Coils slid upwards, deceptively fast takin’ me by complete surprise an all. Another, an another wrapping themselves about me body, the horrible rip of cloth as slimy tentacles slither cross me flesh an rip the things that keep us all from being more than mere animals.

The cross hisses as it hits the flesh of the demon spawn an then chain an all hurtle into the dark depths of the cursed city. I claw, bite, kick an hit with all the force I can as the tentacles loop themselves up me legs an under me shorts, shredding the last of me earthly armor ‘gainst the humiliation of being naked in front of it an the other girls.

The tentacles spread me legs like I’m sum sort of lewd puppet, slipping the horrid tips ‘gainst me bum an sacred center. Like snakes they test the waters, probing at the entrances to me most guarded caves. Both push past the guarded entrances, forcing their way deeper as I buck an squirm, the most hideous shriek of pain erupting past me lips.

Like a bug on a tether I wave in the air, a crown of red hair tossed ‘bout. Brief glimpses show I am not the only bit of pale flesh hooked upon the now thrusting appendages of the demon.

“Noooooooooo….. Lord have mercy….noooooo”

"It wouldn't have made a difference if I had." Sondra bit back through gritted teeth as the monster slammed his tentacles into the exposed blonde's tight holes. She would not give that overgrown octopus the pleasure of hearing her moan if she could help it, though it was becoming increasingly difficult, as her body was already beginning to betray her.

"See Sable and that other girl over there?" Sondra nodded over to the two girls that Hastur had just recently captured, even as she struggled to free herself from the tendrils wrapped around her limbs. "They tried to hide, and this ugly piece of shit managed to get them just as easily as he did us. And judging from the blood dripping down that poor girls legs, that's not all he managed to get."

"Well, maybe if you hadn't been a deer in headlights when I told you what he was!" I screamed. The anger wasn't to fight anymore, but to focus on something other than pleasure. "I mean, jesus, Sondra, you could have done SOMETHING! Come on, let's have it out. Right here, right now!" Maybe she'd understand my intention, maybe she wouldn't.

The scenes of Lost Carcosa were disturbing and deeply troubling. Hastur quickly stripped the girls of their items of personal protection to make them more vunerable. He was no demon however, the cross did little to inhibit him. He was an alien god, a thing from another dimension, beyond all known space and time. Creatures that resembled nothing like humans danced in the streets, and the girls knew they had once been the human-like citizens of Yhtill before The King in Yellow came and made them what they are. The city was once an ancient and peaceful city, now it was twisted and filled with a strange and disturbing beauty. It was an assault on the girls' sanity, the longer they stayed in Lost Carcosa, the more it felt strangly like home, the more it's horror became horrible beauty, the more it became disturbingly familiar...their minds and souls were in as much danger as their bodies...

The force of it's (for it truly was beyond gender differences) sexual assault was brutal and unrelenting. It was part of the attack, mental and physical. It rammed tentacles into the girls in unison, causing a chorus of their cries and screams to echo in the tunnels and walkways of Lost Carcosa, a symphony of despair and torment. Sondra and Linnis had been dripping wet, so his tentacles slid smoothly into their cunts, easily slipping more tentacles into them and forcing them to accommodate their massive girth.

The others, however, probably were not wet and the assault was traumatic and painful, until a fine slime worked over the tentacles cramming into their pussies and asses. Any piercings found were tugged firmly with tendril extensions off the tentacles, nipples were sucked hard, twisted and pulled upon with large, wet, drooling mouth tentacles. Meanwhile, tentacles with strange eyes on the end stared into the girls' eyes and they seemed to bore into their minds, tearing at their wills and their sanity. Linnis got a nasty surprise when a pair of tentacles stretched the walls of her pussy open while another, thicker tentacle slammed it's way into her, driving deep into her womb. The tentacles in Sondra's ass intertwined and began to turn in a drilling motion. Michael found a thick tentacle crept into her mouth and forced into her throat, a small tube-like projection shooting out and allowing her to breathe while it violated her face, some strange liquid pouring down into her stomach.

"What? What the fuck are you talking about? Have what out?" It was getting increasingly difficult to battle against her own body's growing arousal. Copious amounts of Sondra's sexual fluids were flowing freely from her tight, overstuffed cunt, a river of pussy juice splashing onto the floor below. It didn't help much when the tentacles in her firm little ass twisted together and literally began to drill the poor woman's rear. A low growl issued forth from the stubborn blonde's throat as she struggled to fight off the incredible pleasure and pain that threatened to overwhelm her at any moment, should she finally manage to give in. But Sondra was a fighter, and she would not let this ugly fuck break her if she could help it.

"Let's argue, let's fight. Right here, right now. Marital spat. Can't think of a better -eee- time to focus a lot of energy on anger, can you?" That was more blunt than I wanted to be, but it wasn't every day my cervix was treated like... something to be crowbared. Crap, even my analogies are suffering. "Let's fight. Right now. I'm a fucking coward, anything else about me piss you off? If not, make some shit up!"

Why do I get myself into these things? Sondra thought with a sigh. Ah well...as much as I hate to fight with her like this, at least it's a distraction from the fucker that's trying to tear my body apart...

"Fine, here it is. Brace yourself, dear, because I have a lot to say. You wanted to run and hide while these girls got raped. You wanted to throw them to the wolf to save your own ass. That sounds pretty cowardly to me. The only reason you came out of hiding was because your precious wifey was going up to this piece of shit all by herself, and you didn't want her to go it alone. I appreciate that. But it also pisses me off when you then yell at me for not staying behind and coming up with a plan. I could have said the same about you. You could have waited till he was sufficiently preoccupied, and then done something. Would it have worked, though? Probably not. As I mentioned, the two other girls who tried to hide did not fair so well, themselves. So there was no more point arguing about who should have done what."

"But there is still the little matter of what you said earlier. Listening to you talking about leaving the others to their fate like it was no big deal that these 'little cuties' were going to get brutally raped by this freak and we weren't, about how there's no point in fighting if the odds aren't good enough, it kinda struck a chord. It made a part of me believe that all you truly care about is sex, and that all the other students mean nothing to you other than being fuck toys for you to play with whenever you like. That you would simply walk away from them if things got ugly."

"Look. I know numbers weren't in our favor. They never are. But you know what I say? Fuck numbers. We're all in this together, and we have to stick up for one another. I would stand up against an army of monsters to try to protect you from harm. And I would do the same for every other student in this school. I am a fighter, Linnis. Proud. Confident. Fearless. And I will continue to fight, no matter what the odds, no matter if I a may win or lose, because I truly believe that there is something greater than myself that is worth fighting for."

"These students are more than just sex objects for me to lust over. They are like sisters to me. And like sisters, we may not always get along with one another, but, for better or for worse, we still have to be there for each other. We have to stick together through thick and thin...through the good times and the bad. Who else is going to be there for us when things get rough? The teachers? The administration? Fuck no. All we have is each other, and we have to be there for one another, to protect each other the best we can. Why? Because nobody else will."

There, let her make of that what she will...

Slowly the tentacles an I were coming to an accommodation of sorts…but only on their end. I could feel the slimy tips struggling to go deeper. That same slime easing the way forward in me tight ungreased passages. The fiery tendrils of pain lessoning with each thrust as the goo spread further inwards an coated me sore middle.

Once more I opened me eyes to the horror….seeing people all about. Raising me arms to them in an attempt to gain their help. An as the glaze of pain clears from me eyes I see the bloated an bent bodies. The deformation of what were at one time perty lil things no doubt. But now, twisted by the evil of this place they no longer even seem to resemble the humans they once were.

Tears come to me eyes in pity even while the creatures stop an cheer. Cheer as I am raped by this vile demon. Some drool, reaching for a touch, the chance to have what their master partakes of. Inwardly I cringe, displayed before these vile things like sum harlot on parade. Coupling in an unholy union, the humiliation washing o’er me as I sense their eyes upon me.

More tentacles seem to take hold of me arms, pinning them behind me back an bowing me body forwards like some obscene character of a Barbie doll. An still the tentacles piston on an out of me while the milling crowds move closer, watching…waiting. Terror grips me very soul at the thought of what these twisted being will expect of me, the ones once male showing their eagerness as they begin to pump their thick unholy rods with their hands. The women, touching themselves in perverted ways as fingers disappear tween their spread legs. . What they no doubt wait for.

“Oh god nooooo” for what would be me answer tween the terror of pleasing the multitude or pleasing jus the one demon. Oh lord no….not this…not this end….

A part of me wanted to cry, to give in ot it's torment. But I knew that Sondra was fueling my fire so I could fuel hers. How much of it was real, I didn't know, and that would sting probably worse than the rape. "Sticking together means helping people. Means saving people from situations like this. It doesn't mean getting raped along with them! If you had thought about it for even a second before rushing in like a complete moron you'd have realized you didn't have a fighting chance. And even if you would end up here anyway, it would have given the other cuties a chance if you had waited."

"Or is it that you secretly want this? I mean, it's obvious you weren't trying to save them, you just offered yourself up for the pumping too. Maybe all those years of being fucked by these things, maybe you're starting to enjoy it?" I said, trying to further irk her. Come on, baby, take the bait..., "I mean, I can't think of another reason you'd jump in with such a stupid-ass idea as to practically offer a blowjob to the goddamn thing."

"I don't give a shit if I have a fighting chance. I still stand up and fight for what I believe in. And you talk about me offering myself up to this asshole? You accuse me for secretly wanting this, for practically offering this giant-fucking-octopus a blow job? What about you, Miss Nice-Piece-Of Cunt-Right-Here-Stick-It-In-Big-Boy-I-Need-A-Good-Fuck? Maybe it's you who secretly Wants this! You just tore your fucking clothes off like they had caught on fire, and spread your pussy for him like some harlot enticing a costumer at a fucking whore house! Plus, by calling me a moron for my actions, you just called yourself one, as well. You didn't have to rush in after me, but you did anyway. So, the question here is, whose the bigger moron, the one who rushes in head-first without thinking into an impossible situation, or the one who follows? Yes, I should have thought it through. Yes, I should have come up with some kind of plan. But I didn't I saw that these girls were in trouble and my first instinct was to rush in and try to do something. There's my excuse. What's yours, love?"

((Perhaps we should let Michael catch up now...))

Michael didn't know what to do various forms of pain racking her poor body eyes closing body forced into this thing's enjoyment or whatever the fuck it wanted with her small form.

The tentacle that had entered her mouth and the liquid trying to reach her stomach both met with a resistance; her body forcing the liquid back up, without that tube helping her breath no doubt she'd have choked to death on her own vomit at this horrible disgusting act. But; there was nothing to do about it as tears streamed down her cheeks no arousal could form for the poor violated michael through pain and illness.

The eyes trying to break her will and sanity were met with a pair of purple eyes that were not her own; her defense against the mental breaking.

I'm going to die...

she thought and that was all that was on her mind right now. Her small body had limits sexually far less than those of the other girls this thing was attacking.

((Right after my response...))

"Why? Why did I practically throw myself at it?" I screamed as it pounded me, "Cause I wanted to try and distract it from you. Cause I love you, and goddamn it, you're an idiot, but I'd do anything for you. I mean, I want to save the students too, but when you're in danger, I get stupid quick. So sue me, bitch." And now, for a zinger that I hoped would let her anger take over her entirely, "But maybe that's why Meru left. Loved the wildlife too much."

An awful roar emerged from the creature's throat (if it truly had one). It was a sound, but that was about all they could tell from it, for it was no sound they had ever heard before, it was something horrible, and it caused the walls of the city to visibly shudder in a horrible specticle.

All of the tentacles began to flex and move inside the girls' bodies in weird and strange ways. A pair of tentacles went after Sondra and Linnis, forcing into their mouths. Much like Michael's it had an air tube so they could breathe, but also much like Michael's a liquid in the tentacles began to seep into their bellies.

The tentacles twirled and twisted inside the girls. Suddenly, the flesh of the girls began to crawl like worms swam under their skin like the skin of The King in Yellow that had turned into this horrible thing. Cassie suddenly felt the tentacles in her body began to grow and bloat, throbbing against the walls of her pussy and ass, filling her, literally stretching her to her limits, and terribly then some. Yet there was only rapturous pleasure.