Role Playing II - Star Lily and the Temple of Horrors

F/f, bondage, D/s, gothic, romantic, slavery

The temple was dark and cold, the trail of spiders clearly visible in shadowed corners. The stone ceiling was so low that a tall man would have to crouch to walk around. The floor was covered with dust and crawling insects.

Deep in the bowels of the earth, it had been forgotten for long aeons. Scholars might recall the foul rituals once carried out here, the summoning of monstrous demons and foul abominations from beyond the stars. Such deeds were so long past that the evil reputation of this place was now lost to history and dusty tomes.

Even the altar was gone. The place where so many lovely, writhing, screaming maids had been led to a horrifying ordeal had been removed. The golden chains that had shackled their naked bodies in place were long gone. The blood stains had been scrubbed from the floor. Even the echo of the screams had faded.

All was quiet and still, the temple abandoned to the ravages of time.

But it is the nature of secrets that they be uncovered. And so it was here.

With a crack, and the creaking of a door opening that had been closed for so long, there came a flicker of light, and human footsteps walked in a place that had not known them for millennia...

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"Here's the cellar," said the landlord, a bored expression on his face. "Plenty of room for storage. It might need a bit of dusting. The last lot never came down here much."

Bloody students. He hated them. All of them. If they weren't spending all their time out drinking and throwing up in the middle of the street, they were ringing him up moaning about something in the house.

The last lot had been here three years, and they had always been complaining about something or other. It had taken him weeks to clean up the place when they had finally left, and if they thought they were getting their deposits back, they could think again.

Still, as much as he hated students, he had to admit there was a lot of money to be made in renting property out to them. More and more coming every year, and all of them looking for somewhere to live. For all that his house was quite small, it had one particular advantage in that it was close to the Union building. Made getting back from all those long nights of drinking that much easier.

These two didn't seem like the usual type, he had to admit. Both girls, although he knew from experience that didn't mean much. They were just as bad when it came to drinking and moaning. There was just something... some vibe there...

The first was called Becky, and she was a looker, and no mistake. One of those Goth birds. Black hair, lots of jewellery, wearing black with bits of red. Strange symbls on the T-shirt, not that he looked at her clothing much. Nice tits, though. And legs. Very nice legs. She knew it too, he could tell that much from the skirt she wore. She did most of the talking.

The other one was a lot quieter, although when she did speak, it was to ask the more intelligent questions. Things like how to contact him, how to pay the rent, making sure they were exempt from Council Tax. She'd be the annoying one of the two.

Her name was Holly, and she was from some Asian place. He thought she said Malaysia, but it didn't really matter. Small, petite, shy looking. Pretty enough, if you liked them thin. Not much in the way of tits, although she covered up, so he couldn't see much. Nice face. She'd be the one doing all the work while the other was out partying it up.

He hoped they wouldn't want to see the cellar, because he hadn't bothered having it cleaned. It wasn't as if they'd want to go in it, or anything. Becky had asked, though. Looking at her, the landlord thought she might be a pagan or Satanist or something and want to do weird rituals down here. That didn't bother him, as long as they cleaned up after them.

"Perfect," Becky said.

Yep, he confirmed to himself. A pagan. Ah well, at least that was the house taken care of for another year or two.

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The lovely Star Lily lay helpless in her bonds at the foot of her Mistress' bed, her mouth forced open by a cruel leather gag that parted her red lips. The rest of her gorgeous golden body was naked, slick with sweat, her round, voluptuous breasts heaving with fear and exertion.

She was tied cruelly and efficiently in a tight hogtie, her wrists bound securely to her ankles, rope around her thighs and elbows, binding legs and arms together. She could rock from side to side, but no more than that. Already, her muscles were burning from the agony of the position, and she had been in it less than an hour.

Her Mistress, the cruel and beautiful sorceress Senyakhaz, was pacing back and forth, deep in thought, the sheer, tiny black night gown that was the only garment on her magnificent body, caressing her curves lovingly.

The terrified girl both longed for and feared the drawing of her Mistress' attention on to her. The former, because she had come to desire the caress of the evil sorceress. For all Senykhaz' wickedness, she was beautiful, and Star Lily responded to her touch easily. She had lost count of the number of times she had screamed in helpless ecstacy before her cruel captor. But for every time she had been allowed release, there had been ten or twenty times she had been forced to beg, on her knees or her belly, shamefully and humiliatingly proclaiming herself nothing more than a slave.

And the latter, because the sorceress was evil. Star Lily had borne many torments at her hands, from the cruel lashings of the whip, to the agony of tight bondage, to the humiliations of being forced to serve her as slave, to the sexual frustrations of being drawn to near ecstacy and then denied it.

A cruel and manic fervour had seized Senyakhaz since she had found the long abandoned temple earlier that day. Star Lily had been with her as the guide had shown them the forgotten shrine to evil Gods. A shiver had run through her as she had looked upon that foul place.

Senyakhaz had been delighted. Star Lily had once foiled her attempt to summon an ancient demon lord, saving this world but dooming herself to slavery in the process. Sometimes, she had thought that a worthwhile sacrifice, but now it seemed Senyakhaz had found some new way to serve her demonic masters.

Dark eyes flaring, the sorceress spun on her feet and stared at her helpless captive.

"Soon," she said. "Soon, all will be ready."

Then she advanced on Star Lily, and in no time at all, the room was marked with the poor girl's anguished screaming.

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The house was perfect. Affordable, near to the university, in a reasonably nice area. It was small, but there were only the two of them.

And, most importantly to Becky, it had a cellar.

Holly did not say so, but she was secretly thrilled at the prospect of the two of them having a house of their own. It was customary for students to rent private accommodation after the first year of their studies was over. For most, this was a source of panic, as they looked frantically for housemates and tried to arrange somewhere to live, trying to reconcile different lifestyles, financial situations and living habits. For Holly and Becky, it was easy.

They were roommates in their Hall of Residence and had discovered a delightful pastime quite by accident one night. Becky was very outgoing and gregarious, Holly much quieter and shy.

Holly's one secret pleasure was her books - fantasy tales of lesbian bondage and rape and torture. She liked to act these out, tying herself up and pretending to be the helpless heroines of these books, including the lovely, Asian Star Lily. Becky had returned home early one night and caught her.

Something had happened between the two of them, and ever since, they had carried out their private role playing games together. Becky enjoyed being a cruel Mistress every bit as muh as Holly relished being the helpless slave girl.

The only problem was that they lived in a Hall of Residence, with countless other students coming and going. They had to keep their games quiet, and were limited in their room only.

Now, they were moving out, and had a whole house to play their games in.

"I have to clean up that cellar," Becky mused.

"Hmm?" muttered Holly, drifting into a very pleasant sleep, the light handcuffs holding her wrists behind her back.

"I have some ideas as to what to do there. I think you're going to like them, Hol." She caressed Holly's side tenderly.

"Mmmm," purred the slave girl.

"Soon," Becky said, kissing her. "Soon."

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Senykhaz spent weeks in frantic study, paying little attention to her lovely slave girl. Oh, she took Star Lily to her bed often enough, had the girl serve her in all the ways a slave girl did, but there was little more than that. Gone were the cruel tortures, the agonising bondage, the inventive humiliations.

And that more than anything else caused the golden-skinned beauty to fear. Whatever her Mistress had uncovered in that abandoned ruin, she pursued with furious vigour. Ancient tomes and old histories she perused, everything else secondary, even food and drink.

She had been a priestess once, in service to foul demonic entities. Star Lily still sometimes dreamed of the monster that had almost killed her. She had managed to drive it away in the end, incurring Senyakhaz' eternal hatred as a result. The thought that there might be more...

One night, the raven-haired sorceress came to her, eyes flashing.

"I have it!" she declared with drunken fervour. "I have it. Soon, all the power I once had will be mine again. And you... the slut who took it all from me... you will be the vessel through which my power is restored!"

Long rituals followed. Star Lily was dragged naked from Senyakhaz's mansion house, to the structure over the abandoned temple. Senyakhaz had ordered some of the building made habitable, some of her books and tools being transferred to a study, and the fineries of her bedchamber likewise transported.

From the moment she set her bare foot across the threshold, Star Lily could feel the malevolent power pulsing beneath the ground. Foul, ancient forces waited there, waited to be called, beings far removed from humanity, whose very presence brought madness and death. She wailed involuntarily.

"Silence, slut!" snapped her Mistress.

Fortunately, she was not immediately dragged to the temple for sacrifice. Star Lily understood enough of magic to know that the more powerful incantations required preparation and ritual. While that did not ease her terrified mind, she knew at least her ultimate fate would be some way off. The more powerful the sacrifice, the longer the ritual.

Anything could happen in that interim time. She could escape, or be rescued. Senykhaz could discover an error in her studies, abandon the idea, change her mind, be brought down by her enemies.

Anything could happen.

But it did not.

The preparation began with the naked girl being bathed in warm, oiled water, anointed with various herbs. Senyakhaz performed this herself, and the presence of her naked, ravishingly beautiful captor, sent Star Lily's mind reeling with desire. Her body burned with passion, and she twitched, shamefully. Senyakhaz noticed her arousal, and merely laughed, doing nothing to sate her, nor even to make Star Lily serve her own.

Bathed and dried, the slave girl was then led to another room, where five ropes were bound to her body. Four were the length of a man's arm, thick and rough. The fifth was much longer.

They were tied to her wrists and ankles, the ends trailing loose, not secured to anything. The fifth rope, the longer one, was looping around her neck to form a noose, and the trailing end stretched down the front of her body, rubbing painfully sore between her delectable breasts, between her legs, itching against her throbbing womanhood, and up her back, where it was tied again around her neck, in a second noose.

None of these ropes were bound to anything, but Senyakhaz ensured her slave would not flee by chaining her in a small cage, no more than a few feet in height. Star Lily had to remain in an agonising position, crouched over, burning with desire, but unable to reach down with her hands to sate herself. She tried rubbing the rope hard against her cunt, but that only provoked a painful itching that raised her desire, rather than sating it.

Each day, she was removed from the cage and bathed. The ropes were removed and symbols painted on her body in a thick black liquid. Senyakhaz explained in a matter of fact voice that the paint contained the blood of a virgin girl painfully flayed to death over a period of months. The symbols burned the slave girl's golden skin. They were left there for hours, and then washed away. The ropes were then re-applied and Star Lily was returned to the cage.

Always, she could feel it, but most especially late at night, listening to Senyakhaz's cries of pleasure. She had bought a new slave girl, an plump, ebony skinned beauty with large breasts and long, toned legs. Her own body burning with unsated desire, Star Lily could feel the temple awaiting her below.

Anything could happen. She could be freed. She could escape. Senyakhaz could be deposed.

Anything could happen.

But it did not.

And then, one day, she was led from the cage. The rope around her neck was removed and replaced with a shorter one, tied into a noose, the end dangling in the delicious valley between her breasts. A blindfold was placed over her dark, sultry eyes, and she was led down. The stone steps were cold and dusty beneath her bare feet, and she cried out as the foul air of the unholy temple welcomed her, caressing her naked body.

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The new house was wonderful, but Holly could not avoid a nagging feeling of disappointment. After so long limiting their games in the Hall of Residence, to finally have somewhere all their own, without worry of the fire alarm going off, or nosy neighbours hearing...

She had been expecting the wildest, most imaginative games, and yet... nothing.

Oh, she and Becky still slept together, still had sex, but it was generally calm and mundane. Some ropes and little more.

She had complained to Becky once, and her dark Mistress had smiled.

"Patience, Holly," she said. "I'm working on something, trust me. A proper christening of the place, so to speak."

Holly did trust her, and she was content to wait, however much she grumbled about it privately. The truth was, she had a lot to do. The first year was over, and it was the summer, but that was not a time for laziness. She had got a temp job and applied her usual work ethic to it. She was also already reading up on her course books for next year.

She had even, at Becky's suggestion, tried writing some stories of her own. The two of them had come up with enough fantasies to fill a small library of erotica. Holly had tried getting some of them down on paper (or on computer disk). She had stopped that very quickly, realising that reliving all her old games only made her more want to play new ones.

And of course, there was the organising all her stuff. Moving in had taken a long time, but even longer was the constant reorganisation of everything. The desk in her private room (her study, they called it, because she usually slept in Becky's room) had to be moved three times to catch the light properly. The wardrobe needed repeated organisation. She had had to find three secret places to hide her growing collection of erotica, the first two not being quite hidden enough.

Becky, meanwhile, was just as active. She had a job herself, although with a much more casual attitude to hers than Holly had. She hadn't begun to look at next year's work, and she had dumped most of her things in a pile, sorting them out as and when she felt like it.

Most of her work was done in the cellar. She had expressly forbidden Holly to go down there, and the Asian girl, ever obedient to her Mistress, had not. She had heard banging and occasional swearing, and she knew that Becky had been spending a lot of money. Partly at the well hidden fetish shop in town, but also at DIY and gardening shops.

Holly finally found out what one Friday evening, about four weeks after they had moved in. She had returned home from work tired and depressed, angry at the poor money and the abysmal treatment of the temps.

A note was waiting for her on the living room table.

Slave. I expect you to be ready for me when I return. Just the collar. Nothing else.

Holly read it three times, the note shaking in her hand. All thoughts of work or study or anything else fled her mind instantly.

Then, realising she had been standing there for ten minutes reading it, she let out a yelp. She had been home late for work. It was gone six o'clock now. She had no idea what time Becky would be back, or even where she had gone. She most definitely did not want to disappoint her Mistress.

She ran upstairs and quickly removed her clothing, throwing it most uncharacteristically on a pile on the floor. She stood there naked, avoiding the full-length mirror Becky had insisted they get. Not yet. She could not look at herself yet.

Digging in the bottom of her wardrobe, she pulled out a cardboard box, and removed a thin, leather collar. Her hands shaking, she fixed it around her neck. It was tighter than was comfortable, but she could breathe.

Then and only then, did she look in the mirror.

It wasn't Holly that was staring back at her. It was a slave girl. Holly would never stand naked before a mirror admiring herself, wearing only a collar. Holly's nipples would never be hard and dark with arousal. Holly would never breathe faster at the sight of herself like that.

She wondered idly who she was to be tonight. Star Lily was her favourite character, but she had been others. The spoiled noblewoman Tarilanna; the pale and tormented spy, Chase; Kara the space wanderer; Miria, on an endless quest to save her lover from slavery; Druuna, Sweet Gwendoline, Liu, Princess Alana, Cleopatra...

She swallowed and padded barefoot downstairs, to Becky's room. That was where she knew she had to wait. Gently pushing the door open, her heart pounding at the slightest squeak, she knelt down in the middle of the room, her legs spread wide, her hands on her soft thighs, her head down.

And she waited, her heart pounding, remembered all the games they had played before and all the ones she hoped they would play again. Wrapped up in a straitjacket and cruelly tormented by evil nurses; mind controlled and made to dance naked for her sadistic sister; drugged and tormented.

Time passed, Becky's alarm clock ticking away regularly, each tick sounding in time with her heartbeat.

She thought she heard the front door open many times, her breath catching in her throat, wondering if Becky had at last returned, but a long silence followed and she knew that she had imagined it. When would she arrive? What would she want to do?

Holly was so preoccupied that she didn't notice when Becky stepped behind her and smoothly slid a thick cloth over her eyes. She gasped and shivered, losting her flawless slave position. Becky tutted, but did not stop tying the blindfold tightly around Holly's head. When she was done, and with a few experimental flicks at Holly's eyes to be sure she really could not see anything, she stepped back.

"Stand up, slave," she ordered, in her haughty, Mistress voice. Holly obeyed, thinking she smelled alcohol on Becky's breath. That, and something stranger.

"Legs spread."

Again Becky, obeyed. She remained as still as she could while Becky fixed a leash to her collar.

"Follow me."

Holly's heart caught in her throat. Her knees felt weak and she almost fainted.

"Yes, Mistress," she breathed, the only thing there really was to say.

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The lovely Star Lily found herself to be moaning uncontrollably as she was led into the dungeon. The air was cold and chill against her luscious, naked body, and it carried with it the promise of foul and terrible things. The smell of death hung in the air.

The helpless girl found her bowels loosening in terror and it was all she could do to keep from voiding herself on the floor beneath her. As it was, she was shaking. Goose bumps rose all over her nude form, and her dark nipples were sharply erect.

Some way into the room, she was stopped and turned around. Unable to will herself to resist, she was positioned properly by Mistress Senya. There was a structure there. She could not know what it was, but it seemed to be some kind of stocks.

Her legs were spread wide, and the rope attached to each shapely ankled was tied to a metal ring embedded firmly in the stone floor. Her body was tiled backwards at an angle, her arms pulled back, stretched as far as her weary muscles would allow, and they were bound to similar rings fixed to posts. The leash around her neck was pulled up and tied to a ring in the ceiling. Star Lily could not see any of this, but she could hear. She had been trained to be observant in all things and some residue of her training still remained. Besides, she had been tied up often enough to know what it felt like.

Her lovely body pulled taut, her proud breasts high and round against her chest, her dark nipples hard and rigid, her mouth dry, Star Lily hung there, terrified. Around her, the darkness had taken on a malevolence she could feel. There was an evil in this room, an evil that had consumed the lives and sanity of many before her and would, if Senyakhaz had her way, of many after her.

But, as selfish as it might sound, Star Lily did not care about the poor girls that might follow her. For now, she cared only for her own survival, and that looked bleak. A grim certainty settled over her: that she would not leave this room alive. Tears began to soak her blindfold.

Senykhaz had begun to chant, dark and inhuman words, each one ringing inside Star Lily's mind, carrying with it the sense of madness. She knew there were things in this world that were not human, that had predated humanity, that were so terrible and foul and hideous to look upon that their very presence reduced the strongest-willed men and women to madness. She had once encountered such a beast and had only just emerged intact. She knew that would not happen again.

The air swished above her and something cracked against her lovely breasts. For a moment there was nothing, and then... pain. Her head fell back, her hair flying loose about her face, and she screamed.

"Nnooooo!" she cried, her voice filled with despair and terror. "No! Please, no! Ple... Please!"

Senyakhaz kept chanting.

A moment later, Star Lily was whipped again. This time across her flat torso.

The third blow was directly between her legs.

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The cellar steps were cold on her bare feet. Becky was obviously wearing high heels. Holly could hear them tap gently on the stone steps. She wondered idly if they were the stilettos, or the shin-high black boots, or the long red boots that went up to her thighs or...

She moaned involuntarily and bit her lip to stifle the sound.

What had Becky been doing down here? Holly had been forbidden to look and although she had been curious, she respected her lover's wishes. Becky had put a lot of work into this, and Holly did not want to spoil the surprise.

Only now, with the secret about to be revealed, did her curiosity threatened to overwhelm her. She wanted to know. She wanted to see. How did Becky look? What she was wearing? What did she have planned?

"Almost there, my pretty Star Lily," Becky said, in her Mistress Senya voice, arrogant and imperious and mockingly cruel. So, that at least settled ho she was to be tonight. Where had they left Star Lily the last time? She was still Senya's slave, Holly thought. They had been busy with other fantasies.

To be Star Lily again... The thought excited her. Sexy, helpless, poor little Star Lily. Erotic and voluptuous and the prisoner of a cruel, sadistic, powerful woman.

Holly shivered.

They reached the bottom of the stairs and turned right, Becky gently leading Holly through the archway and into the cellar proper. Holly ducked, even although she was short enough to pass under the archway easily, especially in bare feet. Becky would have to duck, she knew.

In the centre of the room was a structure of some sort, where Becky bound Holly securely, spread-eagling her at an angle, her body tight, ankles bound to the floor, wrists to something wooden near the ceiling. Nothing else supported her, only the tightness of her bonds.

Becky stepped up near to her, touching her lovingly in all the places she most liked. "Are you okay, Hol?" she asked, as herself.

"Yes, Mistress," she whispered, breathlessly. Her head was swimming with the anticipation.

"Okay. The safeword is 'Jade Pavilion'. You might not be able to speak it. Your mouth might be... ah... full later on."

"I hope so," whispered the suspended girl.

"We'll see about that. If you can't speak, and you want to get out, drop this." Becky pushed something into her right hand. It was small and cold, no larger than a ping pong ball. "It'll break if you drop it. I'll hear and let you out, straight away. Got it, Hol?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good." There was a pause, and Holly knew Becky was putting on her Senyakhaz persona. A hand ran slowly across her belly and up her small breast, caressing her dark nipple, erect with desire. A hot mouth closed over the nipple, nibbling furiously.

Holly moaned. When Becky's hand reached her groin, she began to scream.

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Star Lily's luscious body burned all over with pain, invisible red lines running criss-cross over her. No part of her had been spared the merciless lash. Not her lovely, rounded breasts, her flat, toned torso, her long thighs, not even the special place between her legs.

A thin film of sweat clustered across Senyakaz' magnificent body, her pale skin glistening in the faint light of the temple.The sorceress had been chanting, occasionally pausing in the whipping to utter words in a language entirely alien to the poor young girl so hopelessly trapped.

The words spoke to her of something so totally alien, so utterly wrong, so malevolent and inhuman that they ripped through her. Screams came from her mouth that had nothing to do with pain or fear, although they were the cause of many cries also.

Something was rising within the unholy shrine. The shadows became darker, the echoes of Senyakhaz' chanting and Star Lily's screams became more distant, as if the sound was traveklling farther before returning to them.

Something was coming, something terrible, in answer to the sorceress' summons.

The girl's lovely face was twisted into a visage of mind-numbing terror, while that of the sorceress was consumed by a sexual charge of power. Senyakhaz threw her head back, her long hair writhing about her face as if alive.

She called out something, a single sound, a word...

Perhaps a name.

Star Lily felt it, and with a strangled gasp, she closed her eyes. Anything than see what it was. The girl who had shown such courage in her actions, displayed resilience in her slavery, who had endured torments that would have driven others to insanity, that girl closed her eyes for terror at what she would see.

Something long and wet slid up the inside of her leg.

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Holly's whole body was tingling, vibrating with the delicious sensation of Becky's fingers crawling slowly all over her. Bound as she was, no part of her was protected from the roaming touch of her lover. The blindfold only heightened the experience, her other senses enhanced by the loss of her sight.

When Becky stopped, Holly moaned, twitching in her tight bonds.

Come back. Don't stop. Carry on.

She knew better than to actually say those things aloud, though. She was a helpless slave girl at the mercy of her cruel Mistress. Asking Senyakhaz anything would lead to some dire punishment.

Then again, it might be worth it...

No. Star Lily was scared, terrified. Some of that fear was seeping through Holly, although in a delicious, exciting way. Star Lily's Mistress had some horrible fate lined up for her. In her mind, Holly was already received cruel blows across her exposed body, although she wondered if Becky's slow touching of her might be crueller than any whipping.

Becky returned, and by the sound of it she was carrying something quite long. She ran one finger up the inside of Holly's mooth thigh, stopping just below her throbbing pussy.

She then began wrapping something around Holly's leg. It was long and hard and slippery. The coils slid up and down Holly's leg, rubbing against her. Becky carefully rose it higher and higher, up to Holly's groin.

Holly cried out loudly as something long and throbbing entered her pussy. It felt like a vibrator, but surely not long enough to reach up her leg? Unless it were fixed to something. What was it? What was happening to Star Lily now?

Holly moaned, panting loudly, her hand closing tightly over the glass ball in her hand.

Of course, her lust-addled mind realised.

A tentacle.

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Star Lily let out another scream as the thing forced its way brutally into her soft womanhood. She had issued many cries thus far during this nightmarish ritual, but none like this. It was a primal, agonising cry, born of violation and shame and a mind-consuming terror.

Still, she kept her eyes closed, mercifully for the frgaile threads of her sanity. The thing thrust up inside her, swelling and forcing apart the soft lips of her sex. A foul slime dripped from it, mixing with her own juice of arousal.

A violent thrust forced up deep into her, jerking her body in the tight bondage. Still, she kept her eyes closed.

At first she wanted to believe that the second tendril writhing beneath her was nothing, just a figment of her increasingly deranged psyche. But she knew it was not.

Initially, it was just a small, thin point, nudging at the tight hole of her nether crack, proding slowly and cautiously. Such a light touch, from however foul a thing, was easily unnoticed with a vile phallus raping and violating her womanhood.

Then, with one sharp, wicked motion, the other tendril drop itself up into her back passage.

Again, she screamed. An anguished cry more animal than human.

And this time, her eyes opened.

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Holly's cries were far more frequent than that of the lovely Star Lily her mind's eye conjured, but very different in tone. Hers were the clear cries of a woman filled with ecstacy. The vibrator was humming inside her wonderfully. Her head rocked back and forward, the only part of her body that could move with her bound as she was.

She could feel Becky's presence beside her, doing something. Holly did not know what, and she did not care. This was just...

Oh!

Ooooohhhhh!

This was...

Becky kissed the side of her face.

Then she slowly and delicately pushed something inside Holly's arsehole. Smaller than the vibrator inside her pussy, and very well lubricated, it was moving at a slower rate. There was a moment's pain, and then a gentle throbbing.

Oh....

Poor Star Lily, Holly thought absently. To have to endure this...

Oh!

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The thing was half-hidden by the shadows and the thick cloud of smoke that had arisen in the centre of the chamber, which was fortunate. If Star Lily had been able to see it clearly and unobstructed, then her sanity would have fled, never to return, leaving her an empty husk.

As it was, the sight was monstrous and hideous, a thing that did not belong in the natural world.

Tentacles writhed here and there, twitching in the air, as if sampling the new world within which it had found itself. They were of different lengths and widths, but all were black, dripping with a slick slime, that like of slugs gliding across grass, each tendril ending with a thick, rounded point.

A number were writhing across the floor beneath the helpless girl, sliding randomly this way and that, their roots lost in the mass of black smoke.

And somewhere in there, lost in the centre of the chamber, lost in whatever alien and unnatural world Senyakhaz had summoned it from, was the centre of the beast. A malign and cruel intelligence. This was no mindless beast. This was a creature that had lived when this world had been just dust and dreams. This was a being that saw humanity as nought but insects. This was a creature that could quench all life from this world with but a thought.

Star Lily screamed and screamed and kept screaming until her throat was hoarse. She would have continued even after that, had not one of the tendrils, as thick as a strong man's arm, forced its way into her open mouth.

The other members continued their violation of her holes, thrusting merciless inside her. More and more of them began to clamber over her body, caressing her thighs and belly and breasts and arms, swamping her with their mass, entwining themselves around her glorious body.

But not her eyes. They were left clear, allowing the anguished and half-mad girl the opportunity to see what was being done to her naked body.

And having opened them once, she could not close them again.

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Holly likewise found herself incapable of rational thought, but for a very different reason. Her first orgasm had come crashing down upon her like waves upon a rocky shore, but that had not ended the feelings of pleasure rippling through her. It only heighted them.

After the tentacle had been inserted into her arse, where it still hummed, not pleasant but not painful either, Becky had turned her attention to Holly's other orifice: her mouth. She prepared that hole with kisses and touches and something above them. Then, another tendril was trailed down, a vibrator slick with some slimy substance.

Holly did not need any encouragement. Her mind awash with desire, she opened her mouth, stretched her head up as far as she could, and took the phallus into her.

Poor Star Lily.

Oh!

Poor, helpless, Star Lily!

Tied up so... raped by some foul monster... cursed to be the slave of a cruel and demonic Mistress...

Oh!

Poor Star Lily!

But lucky, lucky Holly.

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They wrapped around Star Lily now, almost crushing her with the pressure of their grip. Tears filled the girl's soft, brown eyes, the only expression of the torment she was now feeling. Another tendril had joined the first in her mouth, stretching her jaw. She could barely breath, and the air she could was tainted by the odour of this monstrosity.

Star Lily had often been afraid she would die. That had been a fate she had been willing to accept at times, but she knew this would not lead to her death. That would be a blessed relief.

This... thing would take her. This monster. This demon. This...

She saw Senyakhaz then, walk slowly through the mass of writhing tentacles to stand before the black portal to the home of this beast. The raven-haired sorceress' face was twisted in a mask of sexual ecstacy. Her clothes were torn and ragged and dishevelled and she was slick with sweat.

"I call you!" she cried. "By the sacrifice I have offered, I call you!" She then said the creature's name again, a sound Star Lily could not imagine, but that sent feverish throbbings through her mind.

"Do you hear me? I call you!"

A voice replied.

"AND WHAT DO YOU CALL FROM ME?"

Star Lily's lovely eyes widened and her body shook with the fury of a violent orgasm, the vile things inside her trembling and thrusting harder and harder. A sickness rose within her, a nausea, a violent sensation. Pain and sickness and arousal all at once.

And she came again, the things still inside her, her lovely body their toy.

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Holly swallowed the vibrator above her, sucking on it furiously, imagining it to be some evil phallus violating her mouth.

Tentacles. Some demonic entity raping her helpless body. She didn't have a book on the subject, but she had found enough pictures online, and knew of the infamous anime videos.

Hentai. Tentacle rape.

Oh!

Perhaps next time they tried this she should dress up as a schoolgirl.

Poor Star Lily...

In her thrashings, in her desperate attempt to keep the vibrator in her mind, Holly's blindfold slipped. A few shakes of her head, and it fell away. The cellar was dark and whatever the tentacles were made from, they seemed realistic enough. The one above her was suspended from the same pole that her hands were bound to.

The first thing Holly did with the renewed gift of sight was to look for Becky. She was sitting on the floor, cross-legged, the thin black strip of cloth around her waist lifted up. One of the tentacles was inserted into her and her face had a blissful expression.

She noticed Holly's eyes were open and a smile crossed her face. "Lost your blindfold, hmm? Naughty Star Lily. Mistress Senya will have to punish you for that."

One hand still holding the vibrator inside her, she awkwardly walked over to Holly, the tentacle trailing along the ground behind her.

She kissed and nibble Holly's breast, licking her slowly, causing the bound girl to twitch with peaking ecstacy.

Then, Becky bent down, lowering her hands in something. When she stood back up, they were covered with a thick, lumpy green slime. Crushing Holly's breasts in her hands, she soaked the slime across them, trailing it down her belly.

Oh!

Holly closed her eyes as her next orgasm struck, just as Becky trailed the ooze at the tentacle inside her groin.

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"I demand power!" Senyakhaz called out. "I offer you a sacrifice, as is the custom."

"ONCE I WAS WORSHIPPED IN THIS PLACE. SACRIFICES WERE GIVEN OUT TO ME. I DEVOURED THEIR BODIES AND BROUGHT THEIR SOULS BACK TO MY REALM FOR ETERNITY. AND YES, I GRANTED POWER TO THOSE WHO WORSHIPPED ME."

"Just as I demand that power now!"

"AND THEN THEY ALL DIED, AS YOUR KIND DO. A SECOND TO ME, BUT MANY LIFETIMES FOR YOU. BARGAINS WERE FORGOTTEN. OFFERINGS NOT MADE. TIME PASSED."

"And now I make an offering to you."

"YOU DEMANDED POWER FROM ME. MORTALS DO NOT MAKE DEMANDS OF ME."

"I obeyed the laws. I followed the ritual. called you, and I gave you a sacrifice."

"SHE IS NO VIRGIN, BUT HER MIND IS STRONG. SHE STRUGGLES STILL." Star Lily revolted as the creature's attention turned to her. "BUT HER HEART IS GOOD. SHE IS A HEROINE."

"She is a suitable sacrifice. Nowhere was it said the sacrifice had to be a maiden. Many of those give to you were not."

"I CHOOSE THOSE I WISH FOR MY OWN. THOSE WHO SEEK TO MAKE DEMANDS OF ME SHOULD HEED THAT. I WILL TAKE THOSE THAT ARE PURE OF BODY OR CORRUPT OF SOUL. OTHERS I WILL CONSUME, AS FREE OFFERING, BUT IF POWER IS REQUESTED IN TURN, THEN ONLY THOSE TWO."

"What do you mean, Great Lord? I will find another. One worthy of you. Will you take this one freely?"

"WORDS WERE SPOKEN, AND DEMANDS MADE, AND SUCH THINGS CANNOT BE UNDONE. POWER WAS DEMANDED AND POWER SHALL BE GRANTED, ONCE THE PRICE IS PAID.

"THERE ARE NONE HERE PURE OF BODY, SO I WILL TAKE SHE WHO IS CORRUPT OF SOUL."

One of the tentacles curled around Senyakhaz's leg.

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Becky kept touching her and caressing her, and sliding the thick slime across her body. And Holly came, again and again, her body bursting with passion.

Finally, when she could bear no more, her head dropped back, exhausted. The tentacle above her slid from her mouth, and her head lay limp.

"Jade Pavilion," she whispered, letting go of the small ball she had been holding for so long.

Gently, Becky removed the tentacles from inside her, and then helped her down from the chains. Holly almost collapsed, as weary as if she had run a marathon.

Tenderly, Becky helped her upstairs.

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The sorceress screamed as the member curled around her fleshy thigh. She tried to break free, but another slid around her neck, jerking her backwards. More and more took her, claiming another limb.

"No!" she screamed. "Great Lord! No! You cannot... you..." But then her words died and all that remained were insensate screams. Star Lily wondered idly if they sounded anything like hers had, that cry of animalistic terror.

The tendrils began to pull back from her tortured body, crawling over, either back to the portal, or to the trapped sorceress. More and more of Star Lily's violated form became visible. The ones inside her mouth slid free, leaving a silvery trail across the perfection of her face. The one inside her nether crack pulled free. Then, only the one still pumping inside her sex remained.

Senyakhaz was dragged, slowly, inch by inch towards the portal. Her mindless cries had become lost in the mass of tentacles around her, but as with Star Lily, her eyes were visible. They shone of utter despair, of anguished terror.

Finally, the last tentacle inside Star Lily slid free, returning to the portal. Senyakhaz was pulled inside.

With a distant scream, coming from somewhere a long, long way away, the black cloud vanished and the portal closed. The room was returned to darkness, inhabited only by the gentle girl who had just experienced a hideous violation that had pulled her close to madness.

There was a long silence, broken eventually by Star Lily's wretched sobbing.

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Becky knew it would take a long time to clean up the cellar. For all her good intentions, she finally decided to leave it until tomorrow. It had taken long enough to clean up herself and Holly. The goop had been mercifully easy to wash away in the shower. Becky's clothes, however, were probably lost for good. Ah well, it wasn't as if there had been much of them.

The sorceress garb peeled off, and her own shower done, Becky joined Holly in bed. The Malaysian girl was sleepy, but not asleep. She reached out and took Becky in her arms.

"Worth it?" Becky asked.

"Oh, yes..." Holly purred, her naked body delightfully warm and soft and just... nice, next to Becky's own. "How'd you do it?"

"Some garden hose, vibrators of different sizes. The goop was... you really don't want to know. Harmless, and even edible if we get really hungry. It all took some time getting together."

"I know."

"The frame's still there. I've got a lot of ways to tie you to it."

Holly smiled, her face lit up. "'love you," she murmured. "I love you."

Becky kissed her girlfriend's forehead, thinking back to that first night. Neither of them had any clue of this side of themselves before that. Not a bit. That had been a revelation, and not one she would abandon for anything. She had never put this amount of effort into anything in any of her previous relationships, but then she had never felt the same about her previous boyfriends as she did about Holly. Nowhere close.

"Whabout Star Lily?" Holly asked, half-asleep.

"Hmm..." Becky paused. "I don't know." Then she smiled. "I'm sure we can think of something."

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Epilogue

Time passed in that foul temple, and Star Lily's fractured mind began to restore itself. Her body still ached with the violence of her repeated and multiple rape, but the greater wounds in her psyche were slowly healing.

The memories of what it was were fading, some self defence mechanism in her mind activating to spare her the worst of it. She remembered well what had been done to her, but the actual feeling, the sight of that thing, the feel of its voice... That was all going.

Food and drink would be her problem now. She had tried to free herself, but to no success. The ropes held her body too tight. Her muscles ached from her long bondage and she simply was not strong enough to manage to tear herself free.

Who knew where she was? Who even knew this place existed? Had she escaped the hideous ritual only to starve to death here?

If she did, then that would at least be better than the fate which now befell Mistress Senya. Star Lily should hate her cruel Mistress, and she knew she should be happy that she had received a just punishment, but she could not.

Senya had been the first woman to truly dominate her, to show Star Lily what a slave she was. For all her cruelty, for all her sadism, for all her brutalities, Star Lily could not forget the many ecstacies she had known in the sorceress' arms.

She could not live free again, not having known this, not having experienced these things.

She actually found herself pitying Senykhaz.

More time passed. Just when she had begun to accept her fate, she heard a noise. The sound of footsteps outside. At first, she thought it was nothing but her imagination, but then she became more and more certain.

Who was it? Some of the city guard perhaps? Colleagues of Senyakhaz'? Other sorcerors investigating the ruins here? Someone who might intend to subject her to the same fate she had only just narrowly avoided.

It did not matter.

"Help!" the luscious slave girl called out. Her voice was dry and hoarse and the cry barely audible. She swallowed and called out again. "Help me! I'm in here!"

A figure came into view, moving through the dark shadows of the twisted chamber. Star Lily could not see her face but from the curves of the silhouette it was clear this was a woman. A warmth began to spread through her sore body.

"Well," said the newcomer, a cruel and dominant tinge to her voice, "what have we here?"

The End