she would scream out and shut her eyes tightly as her body starts to betray her as her nipples harden letting out a few moans and gasp before a tentacle would find its way into her mouth and she was force to suck on it as she notice Michael "damn it I couldn't even help my friend out.. man do I suck!"

"Oh? Oh? So it's alright for you to be a fucking moron and repeat the 'idiot's' actions, even when you knew it was a stupid move, but when I jump in without thinking because I wanted to distract him from getting to you and the others, I get fucking bitched at?! 'I fucking told you to wait'...'you could have done something'...'you practically offered to give him a blow job'. In case you haven't noticed, you didn't exactly do much better, yourself, you stupid whore. You did the same retarded shit that I did, as if you actually thought it might work better the second time around. And then you have the fucking cajones to bring up Mer...mmph!"

Sondra's bitter retort got cut off at that point when the ugly little fuck stuffed the angry blonde's mouth with a thick, fleshy tendril, sending some odd liquid down her throat and into her stomach. The continually struggling woman bit down as hard as she could on the tentacle raping her throat, sharp teeth digging in as she clamped down on the invasive appendage, hoping to at least cause the beast some harm in return for the agony she was going through at the hands...ah...tentacles of this demented maniac.

A low, visceral growl rose from her overstuffed throat, sending strong vibrations up the squid-like tentacle that filled her mouth, as she violently shook her head back and forth as she attempted to rip apart the horrible appendage with her teeth. The entire show making her look like a dog tearing apart at a particularly tough piece of meat.

Sondra's body thrashed about madly, pulling and tugging on the tentacles bound around her flailing limbs in a desperate attempt to escape her fate. Perhaps if she managed to escape this insane creature's hold, she could either find help, for all the good that would do, or try to think of a way to free her friends on her own.

There had to be something she could do to end this madness...

Me body swayed, enough sense in me head to note how close I got to Michael. Maybe…

“AHHHHhhhhhhuuuurrrggfffff” the scream growing in me throat as the tendrils seems ot expand within. I swear they stuff me an then try to split me in half from the inside out. A horrible pain an ache running along frazzled nerves as I struggle an flail uselessly in the things grasp. The ache begins to morph to the thing I hate. The part of me that makes the nightmares even worse.

I can see Michael’s contorted face…the tentacles filing her poor mouth as the tiny body seems to wither under the relentless assault. Oh…please god no….please no I pray. Not this…not her too. So much smaller, like the lil sister I never did have.

I reach, fingers outstretched to the small petite body. Through gods own will I touch her, grab onto an arm an pull me self closer. Perhaps the beast does not care, or I reckon he is busy with the others. I pull her closer into me embrace, locking me arms around the pearly flesh. I can feel her face along me bosom, pillowed by it as I reach up an yank the tentacle.

I fight with the creature, taking the tentacles inch by inch out of her poor mouth. Finally…after what must have been a foot the things pops free an wiggles ‘bout in the air nearby as if seeking its victim once more.

Tentacles now slide easier within me tight embrace. Me body rubbing along the warmth of Michaels with each hard thrust. I bring a hand behind her head, holding her close as I dip me own head on mouth to her forehead. I smell the scent of her shampoo in the tangles of her hair. The kiss is deliberate, an attempt to show kindness in the most unkind act forced upon us.

“ohhhummmffff, be…..ohhhhh…..bravvve…..sorrrryy…..Hoold on…ohhhhhhh” A familiar warmth in the flesh that touches me. The warmth of human company. No matter how bad this gets it may be all that keeps me sane.

The creature, the Avatar of the alien god Hastur, let out a strange, mind-bending noise that might be called a groan. It filled the halls and echoed off the walls. It was a terrible sound, like the howling of a madman.

The tentacles all shuddered and throbbed in concert, suddenly going faster and harder in unison. That hideiously wonderful Yellow Sign began to appear all over, painted on the walls, plastered onto signs and arches, they even appeared to be on the girls themselves, though it merely an illusion.

The creature was about to unleash it's essence on the girls...

The tentacle placked from her mouth the liquird that had tried to be injected into her stomach spilled out as it had intended she hadn't meant for it to but it had. Those unnatural purple hues that had taken over her normal green ones gazed at Cassie feeling skin touching her her bosom pillowing her head. She smiled somehow during this horrific attack at psyche and biology. she groaned physically as the attack became harder on the girl's poor bodies

still though through groans of illness and moans of forced pleasure on her small frame she smiled vaguely at the warmth of the red headed girl's kindness

...c-care for this grrrr-girl... woman whom worships he whom created the gods... that is the lord's wish.

Cassie would hear in her head amdst the cried of pained pleasure that still came from around them.

Those purple eyes returned to the sublime green of Michael's
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Micahel screamed slightly as the sudden return to consciousness the reassurgence of various forms of discomfort to her waking mind but, the calm gentle warmth of Cassie's skin brought her mind ease along with the calm kiss. she'd wanted to clean herself of the bile that had been freed when the tentacle had been removed she willed it to happen and indeed the filth removed itself from her body completely. Her face shifted to look cassie in the eyes as best she could.

"mmmm... tha...thank y--ya---you."

she said weekly before allowing pass on more scream of torture.

Silently I pray while I cradle the smaller girl to me. Warmth an solace in the contact so unlike what I feel pushing ever deeper into me. Me back arches, taking the hard thrusts. A numbing of the pain as me body grows more accustomed to the length an girth. An inside me head the prayer grows more desperate as I feel the sick warmth of desire crowd in on me.

A warm body moves against me, almost like she takes me. The thrusts that take her pushing her body against mine in rhythm to the tentacles that plumb me own depths. I can feel her perky breasts an hard nubs against me skin. So like Hanaji… a scent of coconut wafts across me nose as her soft silky hair caresses me face. One hand moves upwards along her spine, gently caressing the base of her neck.

Oh, how I want to bend down an kiss her. How I hate me self at that very moment for the selfishness…the cruelty that knows no bounds as some demon spawn relentlessly rapes us both. I had sought to give comfort…an take a lil in return. Now….now me thoughts betray me, even as me body betrays me own mind.

Pleasure, I find pleasure in the despicable act forced upon me. Find pleasure as the tentacle bumps into me cervix. An find pleasure in the pride that I can ride this thing…that it wants me…has selected me.

“Ohhhhuuummmmmm…uhhh…uhhh…uhh” Bucking upon the tentacles, feeling me own hips move with each thrust. The movement pushing me against the warm flesh of the good girl I hold in me arms. An added wonderful sensation….On that puts thoughts in me head. Bad thoughts. Thoughts of lust an desire an how that body could squirm with me. So very limber, so very warm an soft in all the right places.

I must be strong….Fingers clench in her hair, others at her right hip, pulling her closer as if to protect from both myself and the demon spawn. Let him think he is a god, the narcissistic fool….for there is but one…. I need strength to be the good girl as well.

Tears streak down me face….Pleasure, pain, angst all rolled into each an every salty drop.

“Oh Mmmmichael…. Scccared…sooo….Scccared…might….no….Lorddddd nooooo”

((Will post after Linny))

the monster was hitting Sable in all the right places as she moans loudly and sucking the tentacle like the slut that she and her sister was known for she whimpered softly eyes close feeling Pleasure running through her body as she moans out louder and feels her orgasm building "damn it I hate this yet it feels sooo goood!!" she says to her self "ohhhhhhhhhhhhggghhh!!!"

Michael whimpered slightly as she held close to Cassie eyes closed now ignoring the yellow sign that seemed to cover the surfaces of the entire region now. The comforting warmth of cassie's body though nude and forced to rub against her calmed her normal mind. A mind that would have been repulsed by such an act.

She'd never been held this close to a person willingly; well as willingly as this horrific situation would allow. The pain faded slightly now her body numbing it to keep itself calm the forced pleasure did not become more potent however by the tentacle but, being held tenderly was bringing about a warmth she'd never quite experienced before.

I...I did nothing... nothing to deserve this!"

she cried out tears falling down the usually willful brave girl's face. Cassie's mentions of the lord; though not normally a religious girl even Michael believed that she was being punished for something by some higher power.

"Oh god why won't it just stop! Make it stop!!! It sounds so disgusting!!!"

The sound of the tentacles pumping and the girls that moaned in pleasure racked her brain further as her body was slowly but surely forced further.

((Mmk, enough time has been afforded. If anyone would like to continue the rp or try a new one, PM me.))

The creature began to give off the most inhuman and horrible howls. It shuddered and shook violently, the tentacles wriggling about inside of the girls. It let out an ear-piercing cry as it howled out and it's tentacles shot out a thick, sticky blue fluid.

Just as it did, everything returned to normal. There was no more great red moon passing between two towers, no more alien sky, no more twisting corridors that led around to horrors most unspeakable. It was just a locker room now.

In the midst of the room, there was a clean white piece of parchment with fine yellow cursive writting on it.

"I hope you enjoyed you enjoyed your journey to Lost Carcosa, you've been selected to perform parts in the live performance of The King in Yellow. Whether or not you decide to embrace your part in the play, you will play your part. However, if you do choose to embrace your part, simply follow the strange dreams you will undoubtedly have. The First Act is in motion and when the dreaded Second Act comes, Shokushu will become Lost Carcosa. Adieu my beauties."