Written by J-Cal.<\/p>\n
Snarling in frustration and erupting in a scream of utter hatred, the portal slid shut before Luzella\u2019s glowering eyes. Taking with it its soft growl and ethereal illumination, it left behind silence and darkness.<\/span><\/p>\n Huffing with the potent high of combat, clutching her halberd in a painful grip as her teeth gnashed to the point of almost shattering, Luzella looked around, finding herself in an otherworldly place that defied anything the Kazdruk warrior had before witnessed.<\/span><\/p>\n A dull, rhythmic drone in the inner channels of her ears gnawed at her, as though trying to make pinpricks in her sanity or attempting to peck away her mental fortitude like a mad carver employing a needle on a block of granite.<\/span><\/p>\n Luzella was in a cavernous tunnel of sorts, the length of it far longer than what her eyes could see in either direction. The walls, ground and ceiling looked more akin to flesh than stone or anything that would be used to construct such a canal, glistening and wet. Tendrils, tubes and growths all over pulsed and oozed a viscus substance that the floor appeared to absorb through tiny pores.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Squinting, Luzealla shook her head. It was as though she was seeing everything through a window, the panes of which were ever so lightly tinted violet. Rubbing her eyes did not remove the colouration, making her both unsure and annoyed.<\/span><\/p>\n Everything about her surroundings felt strange, looked strange, felt wrong and looked wrong. Over the decades, Luzella had raided and pillaged her way through vast parts of the world, and yet, she had never before seen a place that compared to this.<\/span><\/p>\n Beneath her hooves the ground was damp and slightly soft, as though she stood on a great piece of leather armour that had been stretched far wider than should be possible. It felt like standing on a patch of moss, spongy but capable of supporting her weight. Odd, gnarled roots the appearance of hardened intestines sprawled from the ground hither and dither, their function a mystery. Walking on the alien ground, taking care to distribute her significant bulk lest the bizarre surface cause her to loose her footing, she stepped closer to the nearest wall, her face twisted in confusion and dread fascination.<\/span><\/p>\n The walls seemed made of a nightmarish membrane, ribbed and organic, tinted purple like everything else. Hesitatingly putting a couple of fingers against the surface, she recoiled at the wall\u2019s response to her touch by puckering and jiggling.<\/span><\/p>\n Confronted with thoughts she had not had the need for since she was barely old enough to stand, Luzella tried to quell the uneasy sensations churning up inside of her. She tried reasoning with herself, convince herself she was not, in fact, starting to feel a little frightened. It was just unfamiliar, that was all.<\/span><\/p>\n Perhaps it was the organic nature of the cavern, the way every colour seemed tainted by purplish-blue, the fact that she appeared to be in the middle of a tunnel with no discernible way out. Claustrophobia and helplessness clawed at her mind in tune with the unyielding humming in hear ears. Looking next to her once more, the seemingly endless tunnel vanished into the blackness in the distance, like a howling maw into the abyss.<\/span><\/p>\n For the first time, Luzella felt out of place, small and insignificant, without an inkling of what to do.<\/span><\/p>\n As soon as the first inkling of that pitiful emotion \u2013 fear \u2013 started bubbling its way up her body, Luzella stomped it down. She was a Talon Leader, a champion of Yuldasha whose blade had felled countless warriors and whose cock had fucked captives and slaves beyond numbers. She did not<\/i> become afraid.<\/span><\/p>\n She was only partially successful in convincing herself.<\/span><\/p>\n Cursing the two scheming cowards Kamri and Jelthra who had tricked her into their trap, Luzella was already picturing what she would do to the two dumb cunts when she got back to the Spire. She\u2019d fuck their asses, brutally hard, while squeezing their very life from their throats. Shooting her load into them, knowing her volume and the power of her ejaculation would force the semen up into their gullets, she would be suffocating them from both within and without. A meagre punishment for their scheme, but it would nonetheless please Luzella to no end.<\/span><\/p>\n There must be a way out<\/i>, she thought, putting aside her ideas for revenge for when she would need them, and focusing her efforts on the here and now. Looking down one length of the fleshy tunnel, then the other, Luzella already knew she had nothing with which to base any decision upon. Therefore, she simply picked a direction and began moving, walking awkwardly on the weird surface, but at least having a purpose would help banish her feeling of entrapment and helplessness.<\/span><\/p>\n Agonized, yowls spilling from grinding teeth, Kamri walked unsteadily, clutching at her bloody stump. Luzella\u2019s halberd had made a clean cut, severing the elf\u2019s left hand just above her elbow through her bicep. The pain was excruciating. The blood loss was the real concern, however.<\/span><\/p>\n She had blacked out for a few minutes by the spot where she had succeeded in trapping Luzella in the portal. When she woke, her nose was in a puddle of her own warm viscera. As the world slowly reasserted itself, her swimming vision seeing Brazeek\u2019s corpse nearby, the knife that had killed him jutting out of his chest where it punctured his heart, Kamri soon remembered the triumph that had just taken place.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n And realized with some dread that she would not be alive to savour it lest she act quickly. Getting to her feet, stumbling over to Brazeek, she ripped off a strip of his clothing and wound it tightly around where her arm had used to be. The poor dressing soaked through immediately, but it was better than nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n Below, she found where Jelthra had plummeted to the ground following Luzella\u2019s violent attack. The sorceress was breathing, looking to be in one piece, but unconscious. Stopping, supporting herself against the wall, forcing strength to return to her muscles as she tried to block out the radiating pain gripping her mauled arm, Kamri for a moment contemplated simply leaving.<\/span><\/p>\n Sighing, then inhaling sharply through her teeth as a new wave of horrendous pain washed over her, Kamri intimately knew she would not have succeeded in her ploy to trap Luzella without the human. While it would be easier to leave her \u2013 likely bestowing upon her a grisly fate depending who found her first \u2013 Kamri walked down to the ring below, over to Jelthra, blood dripping from her wound.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cJelthra\u2026\u201d Kamri tested her voice, found it came out with all the fluidity of sand. Clearing her throat and wetting her lips, she tried again. \u201cJelthra!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n The human stirred, a jolt through her body causing her abundant bosom to ripple in her tight garb. Groaning, a hand coming up to her head, Jelthra\u2019s amber eyes slowly adjusted.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOoh, whaz happened?\u201d The hand snapped away from her head, a look of shock taking hold of her expression. \u201cWhere is Luzella?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Kamri snorted. It was all the mirth she could summon. \u201cCunt\u2019s gone. That\u2019s all that matters.\u201d She had always thought she\u2019d be able to gloat more if she ever succeeded with the plan, but given her current status, gloating seemed trivial.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhaz happened?\u201d Jelthra asked, her features twisting once again to something resembling concern when she noticed Kamri\u2019s arm.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWe need to go before I bleed out,\u201d Kamri said flatly, trying to hide the pain from her words and only partially succeeding. She set off without waiting for the sorceress.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWez need to see to zat wound!\u201d Jelthra coughed, unsteadily getting to her feet. A hand supported her stomach where Luzella\u2019s strike had connected, sending her spiraling down from the level above. By some miracle, nothing had broken, but taking deep breaths ached terribly, as did moving too fast.<\/span><\/p>\n Seeing to the cut was one thing, however Kamri already had another idea. They\u2019d get somewhere away from the north fighting ring to distance themselves from the scene of their victory \u2013 Brazeek\u2019s dead body notwithstanding \u2013 where the spellsword could do what she could for her pain. Additionally,<\/span> they\u2019d dress the wound better.<\/span><\/p>\n After that, as Kamri had no intensions of living with a single arm, she would approach the only person who was likely able to aid her, no matter how dangerous she was or what she might demand in payment.<\/span><\/p>\n >><<<\/span><\/p>\n The muffled sound of furtive, naked feet ceased whenever someone went past. Peering out of the corner ever so carefully, they let the two guards be about their way before they darted out. Sticking to the shadows, hugging the walls whenever possible and never risking exposure, the pair had so far succeeded in creating considerable distance between themselves and their cage.<\/span><\/p>\n The key she had received from Wulfshn had done its job. The demonstration that it would unlock the cage was all the motivation she had needed to make the bargain with Luzella\u2019s twisted sibling. They had sold Wulfshn their silence, letting her take the human boy \u2013 Brayton \u2013 from Luzella\u2019s chamber to do whatever she wanted to. Knowing Wulfshn\u2019s perverse desires almost as intimately as she knew Luzella\u2019s, she had a very good idea what the younger sister wanted the human for. Likely the same reason why Luzella had chained the human up in her chamber for in the first place. Having listened to the male\u2019s gagged moans as he weathered Luzella\u2019s forced milking had not disturbed her in the least. In fact, she had simply been happy Luzella had focused her attention elsewhere for a little while, wringing the human dry of his seed with her fingers deep in his ass.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Being completely honest with herself, Avelyn had found the show put on by Luzella and her new human plaything somewhat arousing, but she did not care one iota about why Wulfshn had stolen him from Luezlla\u2019s chamber, nor what was happening to him now. All that mattered was making her escape with Tasha. Luzella had not come back to her chamber after she\u2019d had her fun with Brayton, and as time had passed, Avelyn dared not wait any longer.<\/span><\/p>\n The magical key Wulfshn had given her to persuade her not to inform Luzella of Brayton\u2019s whereabouts had so far unlocked every door she had inserted it into, making their unseen passage through the Spire far easier.<\/span><\/p>\n The two elves wore only what they\u2019d had in their cages, wine-red loincloths and the oppressive metal collars about their necks. As they ran, they kept the hoops in front of their collars pressed down to keep it from clattering and clinking, their supple chests bounding with their strides.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n They turned a corner to face a corridor they had no choice but to traverse, and she knew the twenty-one doors set to either side of the hallway housed mid-ranking leaders of the Kazdruk war parties. The fact that it was night was no guarantee that those doors would remain undisturbed for the precious seconds they would need to get to the other side, not least because the sleepless nature of the Spire meant anyone could be around any corner at any time.<\/span><\/p>\n Worse still was that one of the doors about two thirds of the way down on the left was slightly open, candlelight spilling into the corridor that was illuminated by a few sconces set in the wall after every seventh door.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat should we do?\u201d Tasha whispered, still nervous, her voice always on the verge of trembling. Avelyn\u2019s senses were on edge as well, but she seemed to handle the stresses of their escape in progress better than her dark-skinned cousin.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWe need to go, and we have no time to lose. Remember the plan, if confronted we act inconspicuous, say we\u2019re getting something for Luzella.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Tasha nodded, but Avelyn could feel her apprehension.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWe stop in front of the open door and check if it is safe to pass, before we pass.\u201d Avelyn added, trying to sound more confident than she was for Tasha\u2019s sake. Tasha swallowed.<\/span><\/p>\n They started down the hallway, light on their feet, controlling their breathing as best as they were able. Before long they stood as flat as they could against the wall before the slightly open door. Grunts could be heard from inside, and Avelyn noticed a bead of nervous sweat roll down her cheek.<\/span><\/p>\n Leaning in slowly, holding her breath, feeling her heart thunder in her chest, Avelyn\u2019s green eyes dared to peek inside the room, hoping to find the occupant preferably sleeping, or at least with the back against the door.<\/span><\/p>\n No such luck, however.<\/span><\/p>\n In a squat leather chair, facing the door,<\/span> sat a red-skinned brute of a warrior. His obscene musculature glistened with a faint sheen of perspiration in the soft glow of half a dozen candles inside his chamber. The head was half shaven, the half that did have thick black tresses hanging down the same side of his head. The big eyes were looking down, an appearance of lust and disgust in equal measure within them.<\/span><\/p>\n Avelyn then realized what the warrior\u2019s attention was fixed on, and what was making those struggling groans.<\/span><\/p>\n Between the male\u2019s powerful, spread thighs, a captive woman was clearly struggling to breathe. It took no amount of imagination to understand that she had the warrior\u2019s cock in her throat, and by the way the male\u2019s big hand held the back of her head down, it was safe to assume her nose was pressed up against his belly. She was tiny compared to her captor, the way Avelyn was tiny compared to Luzella.<\/span><\/p>\n Wet,<\/span> gargling sounds was the only way the dark-skinned elf with long black hair could communicate. She was naked, her hands bound tightly behind her back with a leather thong, her curvaceous, fit body covered in sweat. Her chest was significant enough that Avelyn could see them even from behind, and the pool of spit under her was witness to the fact that the warrior\u2019s manhood had been spearing down her throat for a good while already.<\/span><\/p>\n Feeling bad for the elf but knowing there was literally nothing she could do to help her without risking her and Tasha\u2019s chance for escape, Avelyn made the only decision she could, and prepared to pass the door. It was clear the warrior\u2019s attention was not directed at the doorway, so if they were quick and quiet, he would never notice their passing.<\/span><\/p>\n As wet choking noises kept spilling into the corridor, Avelyn gestured to Tasha that they would be continuing. Nodding anxiously, trusting that Avelyn would not be attempting the cross unless it was somewhat safe, Tasha prepared to follow.<\/span><\/p>\n Avelyn dashed past the open slit immediately. As Tasha followed, she nearly stumbled when she cast a look inside. Not because of the brutal act that was taking place in there, now culminating with the warrior filling his captive\u2019s belly with his seed as indicated by his loud moan and the way his head was leaning back, but because Tasha noticed the tribal design tattooed on the female elf\u2019s lower back.<\/span><\/p>\n Not realizing she was standing in the partially open doorway, mouth agape, she was violently yanked aside by Avelyn who held Tasha\u2019s arm in an iron grip as they left the corridor and took refuge in a dark corner.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d Avelyn asked, her whisper a menacing hiss.<\/span><\/p>\n Shaking her head, knowing she had just risked both their lives, Tasha shook her head, whispered, \u201cI\u2019m so sorry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Around the corner, back in the corridor they had just passed through, loud masculine groans kept reverberating across the stone walls.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThat woman in there,\u201d Tasha began, visibly upset. \u201cI think she\u2019s from the neighbouring village to mine in Zelkathorn.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHow can you possibly know that\u201d? Avelyn snapped, not really interested in such things at the moment.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHer tattoo! That design, I am almost positive it is a mark of that particular tribe.\u201d<\/span> Tasha nodded, fighting back a tear, trying and failing not to picture her own mouth stretched around a fat member, her belly forcibly filled with thick Kazdruk goo.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry, yes, lead on,\u201d Tasha whispered, composing herself as best she could. Avelyn was right, of course. They could only look after themselves now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Nodding, still a little on edge after Tasha\u2019s hesitation, Avelyn moved on, silently with Tasha in tow.<\/span><\/p>\n They made their way ever down, slowly but methodically, avoiding the odd patrol and other slaves about their business, not daring to be seen by anyone though knowing most slaves would avoid them, and most Kazdruk would not deign to look upon them.<\/span><\/p>\n Descending a narrow spiral staircase, Avelyn dragged Tasha into a shadowed alcove as she heard voices from down below. As they pressed themselves out of view of the stairwell, holding their breaths, the voices grew louder, making it very clear that whoever were below would be passing the two slaves.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c\u2026dripping blood through\u00a0zee bandages,\u201d a feminine voice said.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI know!\u201d another female voice snapped, though her shout seemed weak. \u201cJust\u2026 stop talking about it. I promise you I can feel that I\u2019ve lost a dangerous amount of blood. We just\u2026 we just\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHere,\u201d the first voice said, and Avelyn\u2019s and Tasha\u2019s collective breath caught in their throat when they realized the pair had stopped just outside the alcove. If they turned the corner, they would be discovered.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \u201cTake it easy,\u201d the first woman continued. \u201cI\u2019ll weave a simple zpell on you. It should help alleviate your light-headedness. There, like zo. But wez need to hurry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes,\u201d the second voice said, sounding more drowsy than weak now. \u201cYes, not a moment to lose.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n As receding steps sounded above them, the slaves sighed with relief, feeling their hearts hammer their ribcages. Avelyn thought she recognized the voices. The first one sounded very much like Jelthra, the human, Kazdruk turncoat. The second she believed belonged to Kamri. It wouldn\u2019t be unusual for those two to be in close proximity. But why did Kamri sound so feeble?<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAt least that cunt Luzella is finally gone,\u201d Kamri said a weak chuckle, the spell having rendered her numb to the pain, but had her sounding inebriated as though drunk.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes, yes, trapping her in\u00a0zat dimension was a great success, thanks to zee\u00a0portal. Now hush. You need to conserve every bit of your strength until we get up to\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n The voices faded away above.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s go.\u201d Tasha nudged Avelyn when she still stood rooted to the spot, pressing her naked back against the cold stone wall. \u201cWhat are you waiting for?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Avelyn looked wide-eyed at nothing in particular, dread settling on her face and stealing the colour from her cheeks. What was that they said? Luzella was gone? Trapped in another dimension by magical trickery?<\/span><\/p>\n Part of Avelyn knew she should be rejoicing. Her captor, tormentor and abuser was gone! She would be truly free if she could escape the Spire!<\/span><\/p>\n That part of her, however, seemed distant. Tiny. For whatever reason she could not fathom, she felt a tingle of despair as a knot in her belly.<\/span><\/p>\n A hundred sensations and thoughts stormed through her head, tearing her this way and that, making her weak of knees and arms. What did this all mean?<\/span><\/p>\n She was free of Luzella, now. She should be ecstatic, especially being so close to the Spire\u2019s ground floor. She would run away and never ever be raped or tortured by the huge red-skinned warrior-woman again.<\/span><\/p>\n Then, why was a plan to save Luzella forming in her mind?<\/span><\/p>\n Time had ceased to have meaning.<\/span><\/p>\n >><<<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n Beyond enraged with her own inaptitude to find a solution to her conundrum, as well as with the gross organic nature of the caverns she traversed only to find more of the same, not certain if she was walking in circles, Luzella gave in to her violence.<\/span><\/p>\n Slashing at the fleshy walls, the halberd held in both hands in a grip that threatened to shatter the shaft, Luzella screamed and bellowed. Meaning to tear her way out of whatever hellhole the whores Kamri and Jelhtra had sent her two, she swore again and again to take such violent revenge on them both that there\u2019d be nothing left with which to identify the remains once she was through with them.<\/span><\/p>\n The walls, ever acting like they were part of something that was alive, oozed a thick black substance, like blood, from the walls where Luzella had cut, tremors around the wounds speaking of some base intelligence that hurt, wanting to get away from what sliced it.<\/span><\/p>\n Adding to her frustration, Luzella found she could not rend the wall open. The meaty substance of the wall was unusually dense, resisting the bite of the metal, allowing her to merely draw shallow grooves in it. It was as though some resistant sinew beyond the skin of the walls deflected the blows of her halberd\u2019s axe, refusing her to cut deeper.<\/span><\/p>\n With a final frustrated and furious growl, Luzella tossed the weapon aside and kicked at the wall in a juvenile gesture of defiance.<\/span><\/p>\n Panting, hands on her hips, Luzella bit her lip as she forced herself to calm down. Such random acts of violence would clearly get her nowhere. She needed to compose herself.<\/span><\/p>\n As her breathing grew less laboured, she noticed sounds she had not yet before heard over that constant, maddening drone she had heard ever since arriving in this nightmarish realm. It was like slithering, one noise atop the other, distant, muted.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Puzzled, turning one pointy ear towards the sound, Luzella soon identified the slithering came from somewhere beyond the wounds she had put in the wall.<\/span><\/p>\n Mouth slightly open in confusion, trying to make sense of what she was hearing, she stepped closer. Her hoofs had long since grown accustomed to treading on the partially soft organic floor, but she still had to mind her steps to keep her balance.<\/span><\/p>\n Putting an ear close to one of the rifts she had sliced across the wall, about as long as her arm from fingertips to shoulder, Luzella\u2019s eyes narrowed as she tried to identify what it was she was hearing.<\/span><\/p>\n Abruptly, sending Luzella staggering backwards, several dozen snakes shot out of the wounds in the wall, breaking the cuts open from within and flying through the air towards the Kazdruk Talon Leader.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Except, Luzella noticed with wide eyes as she felt herself fly back from the wall in slow motion, those weren\u2019t snakes.<\/span><\/p>\n They were bulbous-headed purple tentacles, the slit at the end of each leaking a thick white substance.<\/span><\/p>\n Luzella seized the two tentacles closest to her in her fists, discovering holding onto them was challenging, for they were drenched in a viscous, slippery liquid, like warm slime. Holding them away from her was not deterring the rest of them, however, and Luzella snarled as they came for her.<\/span><\/p>\n Tentacles came to wrap around her horns, her outstretched arms and her neck. With the strength of a platoon of Kazdruk, the leaking tentacles toppled Luzella, who now found herself on her hands and knees with her head close to the wall from which the tentacles sprouted.<\/span><\/p>\n Sneering, trying to fight them off, Luzella\u2019s reason told her she was already immobilized, but her mounting anger overshadowed all logic as she tried, fiercely, to free herself.<\/span><\/p>\n Holding on to the two tentacles she had seized was doing nothing to aid her, but she kept gripping them hard, trying to think of what she could do that would help her. As she roared in angry frustration, a tentacle wedged itself into her mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n A muffled cry of ignoble words were stifled by the thick tentacle–<\/span>head in her mouth, which was already secreting a salty cream on her tongue. It was so wide it stretched Luzella\u2019s jaw, robbing her of the leverage she needed to bite down hard. She tried to pull away but the rest of her assailants kept her down. Particularly, the tentacles coiled around her horns, forcing her head down, was doing a good job of holding the strong Kazdruk in place.<\/span><\/p>\n Struggling frantically to no avail, Luzella felt more tentacles wrap around her body, felt the warm slickness of slime on her skin and the dragging of the tentacles on her. Presently some of the tentacles began wedging their way inside her clothing and armour, stripping the Talon Leader where she kneeled.<\/span><\/p>\n Kicking her legs did nothing useful, and the more the tentacles wrapped themselves around her the more helpless she became. All of her powerful muscles rippled and flexed as she tried to free herself, but the sheer amount of slithering appendages had no trouble holding her down.<\/span><\/p>\n More or less naked but for a few tattered pieces of cloth and armour now, Luzella\u2019s heavy tits dangled underneath her, soon under attack by tentacles that poked and prodded them. Her sculpted, powerful ass was likewise exposed, pointing up as though she was a breeding mare ready for the stallion to mount her.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n The embarrassing pose was one thing, Luzella thought in a short moment of coherent thought, but the helplessness to do anything about it was what really rankled her. She didn\u2019t give up her fight, however.<\/span><\/p>\n A pitiful moan escaped her stuffed mouth when she felt tentacles wrap around her balls and cock. The friction of slimy tentacles around her nether regions was, despite her attempts to deny it, making her member respond, causing it to rise and lengthen.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Behind her, another tentacle was rubbing its bulbous tip against Luzella\u2019s exposed asshole, smearing the puckered opening with slime as well as the white goop it excreted from the slit in the head. It pressed its way into Luzella, and no amount of puckering or gagged shrieks would keep it from sinking all the way inside.<\/span><\/p>\n Her massive cock was soon fully erect, already leaking pre-cum because her body produced so much of it. Tentacles coiled around her, rubbed against her testicles, making her feel good despite her attempts to avoid it.<\/span><\/p>\n As the countless tentacles rubbed all over her and inside of her, some started spewing hot tentacle cum on Luzella, the sticky substance mixing with slime and the Kazdruk\u2019s own sweat all over her body and in her hair.<\/span><\/p>\n Disgusted and angrier than she could recall having ever before been, Luzella redoubled her efforts. It would make for quite a pathetic spectacle had anyone seen the strong, mighty Talon Leader shudder uselessly as a tangle of tentacles fucked her mouth and ass, more tentacles still wrapped around her erection and her limbs.<\/span><\/p>\n The tentacles evidently got off quickly, and often, but little regard was given to switch places. The tentacle in her ass kept thrusting and pumping seed into her colon, the tentacle in her mouth kept prodding her gullet and depositing yet more spooge straight into Luzella\u2019s belly. All over her the tentacles were rubbing and cumming, even succeeding in wringing out a few spurts of Luzella\u2019s own seed with the incessant rubbing of her cock.<\/span><\/p>\n Her insides filled up from two fronts, Luzella soon began feeling somewhat bloated.<\/span><\/p>\n It was hard to say how long Luzella spent there, at the mercy of the tentacles, wet sounds of fucking, slithering and copious amounts of semen dripping to the organic floor, but not once did the Talon Leader consider giving in. Her body was tiring of the constant struggling, however.<\/span><\/p>\n A low growl from behind her caught Luzella\u2019s attention, but she was not able to turn her head, the damnable, wretched tentacles still holding her horns in iron grips. It reminded Luzella of the throaty menace of a keeat, but surely that was impossible, as she was in some strange, distant place, far away from the kennels of the Spire.<\/span><\/p>\n Another growl, louder now, closer, now, washed over Luzella from behind, other barks sounding further away in the distance.<\/span><\/p>\n Confused, flinching when whatever was behind her barked loudly, she was equally surprised to feel the tentacle in her ass retreating, as did those that had been playing with her cock and balls.<\/span><\/p>\n Sniffing from behind her grew closer to her ears, until she saw a shape materialize next to her face. Turning her head as much as she was able to, she saw the muzzle of a purple keeat with glowing blue eyes leer at her. Its nostrils flared, assessing her.<\/span><\/p>\n Confounded, wondering what was going on, Luzella\u2019s mind soon reached a shocking conclusion when she reminded herself just what sort of position she was in. Though the tentacles had slithered away from her ass and crotch, she was still held down with her ass in the air.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t even think about it, mutt,\u201d she wanted to say, but the tentacle still in her mouth remained there.<\/span><\/p>\n Blasting Luzella\u2019s face with a torrent of exhalation, thick strings of slobber dangling from its maw, the large keeat turned away, stepped away from Luzella\u2019s head. Finding new strength with which to attempt liberation, knowing exactly what was coming, Luzella had precisely as much luck trying to free herself now as every attempt that had preceded it.<\/span><\/p>\n Sniffing between Luzella\u2019s moist, tentacle-cum-covered thighs, the big beast lumbered forward, put one paw atop the Kazdruk, then the other, manoeuvring its bulky form into position as it put its weight onto the Kazdruk.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\n Avelyn shook her head. \u201cEven if it is, there\u2019s nothing we can do for her. That brute will do with her as he will, as will every one of our captors in this place with all of the prisoners. We have to think about ourselves, and we have to go, right now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\n