"Well this is a real fucking perfect spot you've gotten us into!"
"Wait, me!? It wasn't me! Kay was holding the map!"
"The one that YOU drew!"
"Well we found the cult, didn't we?"
"Yea, we did... but we were LOOKING for the ogres!"
Girl Power was a fairly famous adventuring party, known to take on some of the biggest adventures in the region. While they were a diverse bunch of races and classes, they were well known for being entirely female. They seemed to get along great so far, but that was when their quests were smooth and profitable.
Their last quest had gotten them terribly lost, and so they had walked right into an ambush. A mad cleric of some forgotten god and his goblin lackeys had taken them down in a few moments, and they had woken up on a large but rickety raft in a boiling hot lake in some sort of cave. They were stripped of all their gear and armor, wearing just their undergarments (for those that had them). The spellcasters tried to conjure some magic, but they found the magic drained from them. Even the Iana (their wood elf monk) had trouble mustering even the most basic amounts of her chi in this dark place.
The evil cleric gave them a brief monologue about sacrifice and true power, or something like that. It was hard to hear him over the angry swearing of their teammates. But then the splash of a big black tentacle in the water reminded them they were not alone. The girls went quiet as the cleric left them alone in their creaky, watery prison. That was when the bickering had started.
The slender, brown-haired Iana elbowed back at their party druid. "Watch your big ass there, Vira," she growled. "You almost knocked me in there with that... whatever."
The shaggy, white-haired druidic drow leered back at her. "So what? You could use a bath anyway, you tramp."
"Speak for yourself," grunted Tilus, the lightfoot halfling bard of the bunch. "Try living at ass-height with you bunch of skanks."
"Don't tempt me, Tilly," huffed Dura. The big and broad half-orc barbarian crossed her thick arms across her chest. Thick dark dreads going down her back and shoulders covered about as much as her underwear did. "If we start taking on water, you're the one I can kick off the the farthest and the fastest."
"You'll do no such thing," Reidi defended. The faintly-glowing aasimar paladin turned to face the barbarian with a scowl, her long, cloud-colored hair flowing after her head. "Sink, fight, swim or die, we'll do it together."
"Awfully high and mighty for the bitch who keeps taking an extra cut for her 'leadership bonus," growled Jeras. The red-skinned tiefling sneered as she tossed her head, her long dark hair batting Iana in the face. "I didn't think sleeping around with whore for your love goddess counted as leadership."
"Would you two knock it off before I knock YOU off!?" barked Mona, the redhead human fighter. She was fit and solid, if nothing quite to Dura's scale, and with more pretty features and a curvier figure than the more rugged features of the half-breed. "Keep your heads in the game! I can't think with all of you bitching!"
"Yea, YOUR thinking will save us," scoffed Wyara, their resident high elf wizard. "See how long it takes your thinking to catch up to us and realize it doesn't have a sword to 'think' with."
"At least she can do anything at all without hiding behind some magic," shot Kayla, their human ranger. She was a short-haired girl, tomboyish at a glance. It was pretty clear that the black-haired woman had lived in the woods half of her life. "Even I can throw a punch without wiggling a wand at somebody."
"Lot of good that did us with your fancy ranger senses as our shitty guide," snapped Dawn. The half-elf sorceress put her fists on her rounded hips, right where her long golden hair ended. "Maybe I ought to show you that not all of us spellcasters are just words and scrolls like Wy over there."
"Watch where you're lookin' when you say that," snorted Breigh as the dwarf adjusted the simple bra over her ample chest, especially at her shorter size and plump but feminine figure. "Otherwise I'll show you why I'm the cleric for the goddess of war."
"That is it!" Tink the gnome rogue spun around, the little pink-haired thief shoving Dawn in the stomach. "I'm sick and tired of you skanks and your whining and stupid threats! You talk shit, you get hit!"
Before Dawn could even react in her own outrage, Mona shifted her weight to bump her hip into Tink. The gnome stumbled back a few paces, but her quick reflexes grabbed onto Dura's leg to stop herself. The barbarian growled and turned to grab her, just for Jeras to jump onto her back and pull on her neck and hair. Vira snatched Iana by the hair, surprising the monk as she shook her by the head, but Tilus returned the surprise by slipping in behind her and uppercutting the drow in the pussy.
Vira let out a loud groan and fell to her knees, the group's commotion rocking the raft and the tentacles in the water clearly starting to get riled up as well. Breigh slammed into the thinner Reidi, tackling the paladin to the rickety raft. The dwarf grabbed onto Reidi's breast, squeezing and pulling painfully on the lovel orb.
"It's what you get when your goddess is such a pushover," Breigh taunted, but Reidi slapped the curvy cleric across the cheek and yanked on her hair to fling her off.
"You forgot that Aphrodite’s also the goddess of rough love, you dirty dwarven bitch!" the paladin hissed, rolling over on top of her most immediate foe.
Mona snickered at the mayhem she'd caused with Tink, but Wyara surprised her with a punch in the stomach. "Not much without that armor, are you, you cow?!" the wizard gloated as Mona bent over holding her stomach. Mona stayed doubled over as she tackled into the spellcaster, landing them both clawing and thrashing at each other on what passed for the deck of their raft right between Dawn and Kayla. Mona and Wyara scrapped wildly until the other two grabbed them by the arms and forced them to their feet. Any thoughts of them breaking up the fight were quickly dismissed as the ranger and sorcerer grabbed them by their shoulders and banged the other two's heads together. Mona and Wyara dropped back down before Dawn and Kayla stepped over them to grab at each other.
Dura caught Jeras by her hair, reaching a long, strong arm over her shoulder and then swinging the warlock over in front of her. Tink yelped and darted to one side to avoid being squashed by the falling tiefling, but Dura snatched the gnome by her arm and flung her back into the rest of the brawling adventurers.
The half-orc started to move on another easy target when Reidi got her legs under Breigh and kicked hard. It flung the stocky dwarf back into Dura, the two clashing and tumbling to one side of the raft. The combined weight of the two heaviest members of the party tilted the raft drastically to their side, getting various shrieks and curses from the party.
"Aphrodite's tits! Get them back!" Reidi shouted angrily. The boiling hot water was splashing up over the crude raft, splashing and stinging the party's thighs and feet. The girls all scrambled back and pushed each other for leverage, several of them even dipping ankle-deep into the lake. The black tentacles stirred the water into a froth a few yards off, putting even more panic into the members of Girl Power.
Tilus pulled on Breigh's loincloth while Kayla and Vira held onto the dwarf's hands, trying to drag her back up. Mona and Iana hooked their arm with Dura's and with one great pull, they managed to heave her back towards the middle of the boat. The orcish girl landed roughly on top of them, squashing them under her muscled but big breasts as the raft rocked back into a more stable position. The shift also tossed Breigh into her own angrily aiding teammates, slamming into the ranger and druid before landing ass first on Tilus' face. The halfling kicked and squirmed under Breigh, which mostly just reminded the dwarf of how little she was wearing below the waist.
The raft was righted again, but the wood creaked and the ropes frayed. It wasn't built for a long journey, only to hold up sacrifices for a few minutes over scalding water. Goblin craftsmanship what it was, all the rocking and the extra weight was not doing it any good, and the tentacled thing hadn't even gotten a hold of it yet.
Vira shoved the dwarf angrily. "Watch where you fling that fat ass of yours," she growled, Breigh still sitting on top of Tilus rather than risk falling off again. The hot water was already sticking her hair to her face. "You almost threw me right off with it!"
Reidi smacked the drow in the back of the head. "You all nearly screwed us all over! Like you were saving her for anything but your own good, you greedy little sneak."
Dura went through a similar situation as Mona and Iana pushed at her, trying to get the heavy half-orc off of them. Iana put a quick punch into Dura's breast, the barbarian responding with a sharp backhand to her face.
"Watch the hands, bitch!" she growled.
"Like you get any more action than that!" Wyara snorted. "A selfish, pig-faced slut doesn't even deserve to get laid."
Dawn shoved Wyara, clearly in a huff. "You calling her selfish!" she growled. "Where were you when she was about to tip us all into those grabby things. Plus, calling dibs on EVERY magic item?"
Wyara shoved her back, Dawn's foot hitting the edge of the raft and a chunk of log cracking off. It floated away while Dawn flailed to stay on the creaking platform, but Dura grabbed Wyara by the ankle and yanked her off her feet as she rose to her own. Wyara landed with a hard grunt as her breasts squashed against the warm, wet wood.
Tink was short enough that the splashing had almost covered her in the scalding water, clinging her clothes to her skin worse than anyone. She leapt up nimbly to scale up Kayla's shoulders, angrily twisting the ranger's tangled hair with both hands. Kayla yelped and reached over her head to claw at her tiny attacker, but in staggering around she nearly stepped on Jeras' leg. Not needing much of an excuse to do so, she kicked into the back of Kayla's legs as she passed her by, sending the two of them toppling over and rocking the raft with their landing.
Tilus managed to shift her position enough to bite into Breigh's pussy, tearing at her labia like a hungry dog. The dwarf howled in pain and jolted hard, trying to escape the sudden and intimate pain. Tilus hung onto the dwarf's curvy hips, teeth still latched onto her tender labia.
Breigh twisted enough to slam a knee into Tilus' ribs, knocking the halfling off onto the raft. The bard spat angrily off in the steaming hot water. "Never tasted dwarf cunt before. At least it's better than Mona's cooking."
Mona climbed out of the heap with Dura, bumping into Reidi as she struggled with Vira. "Quit your rocking around, you two!" Mona barked at them, giving the wrestling dark and light-colored women a swat in the head. Vira readily turned on her, punching the warrior in her firm stomach. It still made her retch for a moment and fall to her knees, Reidi taking the opening to grab the drow by the hair.
"Your sacrifice is much appreciated," she debatably righteous warrior hissed in her ear, tossing Vira to the ground.
"If it's so honorable, then you do it!" Vira snapped back, landing on her ass roughly but kicking up in between Reidi's legs, her toes burrowing into the aasimar's twat at full force. While she wasn't as virginal as the paladin stereotype went, it was still a painful shock to the woman's system. Vira grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the edge of the boat, looking to lighten the load when Kayla bumped into her, still staggering about with Tink riding her and trying to rip her hair out. By now, Jeras had started giving chase, but Iana had tackled her around the waist and was holding her legs open to punch her in the pussy.
Kayla bounced off of Vira, which proved enough to knock Tink off her back and onto the raft again. Kayla turned to her furiously, her hair even more ragged than usual and her top dripping wet to the point where it was starting to slip off her body. "You miserable little runt," growled the ranger, grabbing the gnome by her wet, bright pink hair. She squeaked in pain, but she grabbed one of the crudely knotted ropes beside her and pulled.
It was the rogue's quick thinking that made Kayla release her as she stumbled to stay balanced on the suddenly shifting raft. It was also the last straw in starting the raft's collapse, the women all shouting and panicking as it caused a chain reaction with the rest of the poorly assembled watercraft. It came apart in chunks, forcing the party to split up on even smaller sections of wood and rope.
Tink bounded off onto one of the smaller pieces of the raft. She thought it was big enough to stand on, but not enough for another human-sized creature to land on it (certainly not one as heavy as Dura, and never someone with as big an ass as Mona or Breigh). She was intent on paddling to shore herself when Tilus bounded nimbly onto it was well, rocking the piece of raft but not quite tipping it with her tidy landing and tiny body.
"Get off! This one's mine!" the gnome snapped, finally picking on the only one in Girl Power that was actually her own size.
"Oh, go to the hells. I'm getting out of here without a backstabbing bitch like you!" Tilus shouted right back, pushing Tink in the chest. Her small breasts bounced (though they were generous for her tiny figure, at least) as she regained her balance at the last moment.
"Why you dirty little slutbag!" Tink snarled back, grabbing the bard by her blonde hair and tackling her to the bottom of their rickety mini-raft. It reminded any members of Girl Power of the time the duo had created a distraction at the inn with a simple offer the owner couldn't refuse: "halfling mud wrestling night."
Meanwhile, the main portion of the raft held the slight majority of the party. It was the only one that seemed big enough to hold Dura, even if her athletic build would have let her leap to any of the lesser fragments. Mona, Reidi, Wyara and Breigh were crammed into the same spot, all of them almost chest to chest with their companions. The slender elven wizard's expression turned sour between the smell of her wet and sweaty companions and the fact that her smaller breasts was being mashed up against the impressive sets of those like Dura's and Reidi's.
"Ugh! How do you all live with yourselves with that smell!?" Wyara sneered. "This is why my culture's so isolated."
"I vote we throw her off first," Breigh growled, quickly turning on the taller elf.
"Why don't we move your fat ass first?" Reidi snapped to the dwarf, elbowing her sharply. She yelped and grabbed Mona around the waist, the fighter palming and pushing on their cleric's face.
"Hey! Fuck off! Don't drag me down with your useless healer ass!" Mona shouted. When she wouldn't budge, Mona kneed the shorter woman in the breast. Dura grabbed Reidi by the hair, growling as she tried to push the paladin off. Reidi dug her nails into Dura's wrists to hold on, and hooked a leg on Wyara's for good measure. The skinny elf was easily tripped by the maneuver, spilling her onto the floor of what remained of their raft. She shrieked and curled up as the women scuffled and shoved at each other, uncaring that she was now underfoot of almost everywhere they could step.
On a long and narrow piece of their former vessel, Iana and Kayla balanced on either end. Kayla's eyes went down to the black outline running beneath them, the tentacles starting to get antsy about its incoming victims. Iana watched her feet, feeling ashamed that she was so tensely balanced. With her training and full access to her chi, she would have laughed at the idea of falling off a wide wet log. Now it took all her focus just to move along it at a slow shuffle.
On a long and narrow piece of their former vessel, Iana and Kayla balanced on either end. Kayla's eyes went down to the black outline running beneath them, the tentacles starting to get antsy about its incoming victims. Iana watched her feet, feeling ashamed that she was so tensely balanced. With her training and full access to her chi, she would have laughed at the idea of falling off a wide wet log. Now it took all her focus just to move along it at a slow shuffle. Kayla was in the same sort of spot, but she advanced despite the occasional squeak and slip of her feet on the log.
They finally drew close enough where Iana slapped Kayla in her tender breast. The ranger flailed for a moment to keep her balance from the off putting smack, but Iana's own attack had left her stumbling to maintain her footing. As soon as Kayla had herself balanced again, she shoved Iana in her own perky tits, making her stumble back a few step as she struggled just to move backward rather than slip off either precarious side.
This left Dawn, Vira, and Jeras on the last suitable fragment of the raft. Even with the three light spellcasters had to watch their steps on the rickety remains of their vessel. Not that they did, since they were too busy trying to knock their hated teammates off the excuse for a watercraft.
Dawn grabbed at the tiefling's top, pulling to try to swing her off into the water. "You're used to the heat, aren't you, devil bitch?" Dawn snapped. Jeras clawed at her arm and hair to hang on and hurt her attacker all in one go. Vira grabbed Dawn by the hair from behind, even as her fingers scratched with Jeras' for a something to hang onto. She got a grip and was ready to shove them both in when Dawn's elbow swung backward, blindly nailing the druid in her coal-black nose. Vira tumbled back from her, holding her face until she nearly fell off. All that saved the druid was when she slipped and fell to her knees, grabbing out blindly and catching Jeras by her underwear, yanking them down around her ankles.
"You stupid, cave-crawling little beast fucker!" Jeras shrieked, trying to conceal her nudity while still kicking at the downed drow. The half-elf grabbed her from behind while she did, raining clumsy fists over the back of Jeras' head.
With their non-stop arguing and shoving, there came the first inevitable falls into the hot and mysterious waters. Iana landed a punch to one of Kayla's breasts, a risky move that still left the ranger stumbling beyond her control. Iana gave a kick to her inner thigh, knocking it outward and making Kayla fall straight down with her legs spread out. Kayla let out a tiny grunt as she was crotched on the broad log, her face slowly twisting in pain.
"Ha! Serves you right, you filthy excuse for a hunter," Iana growled, focusing on staying balanced on top while Kayla sank powerlessly into the water. At the last moment, though, Kayla grabbed onto the side of the log. Iana gasped and stumbled at the shift in weight, barely keeping her footing after several close calls.
"Idiot! Get off!" Iana barked, but a tentacle reached out and grabbed Kayla, pulling her right under the steaming waters. Kayla couldn't stop the strong appendage, but she didn't go quietly. That equated to holding onto the log for too long, rolling it sharply and tossing Iana in right after her when it went out of control.
The two of them splashed through the surface of the murky waters, and it stung to open their eyes in such high temperatures. The could make out that the tentacles simply grew out of the bottom of the lake rather than from any kind of creature or demon. They were sleek black things that grabbed and writhed constantly, and with them in the water, they quickly lashed out at them. Kayla was able to dodge one, but three more were already on her by the time she had eluded one.
One grabbed her leg and pulled, yanking her deeper under. The fit huntress could hold her breath for some time, given her firm constitution, but it wasn't her real concern at the moment. A second appendage wrapped around her chest, squeezing her breasts tightly to her chest as the tip of the tentacle smeared over her nipple. The third continued what the first had started, snaking up between her opened legs and stuffed its way into Kayla's pussy.
The ranger moaned and squirmed, blowing some precious air bubbles to the surface as she half-heartedly tried to pull away. Whether it had some powers of lust or she was just wound up from the fight, her body was enjoying the rough and slimy penetration more than she felt that she rightfully should.
She saw Iana going through the same sort of treatment, one pinning down her arms while two more squeezed and fondled between her breasts and groin. The monk had often boasted about her order's vows of chastity, but many of the members of Girl Power doubted it based on the noises they sometimes heard coming from her room. Those were clearly out of the question as she was slathered with the slimy black tendrils entering every hole their blind grasp could find. Even her fit body was unable to pull free from them, and the more they probed into her, the more she moaned and thrust into them. Her body writhed and tensed with the rhythm of the tentacles before she succumbed to them. She screamed out an orgasmic burst of bubbles up to the surface before another tentacle swept in to drive its way down her throat. She choked on it a moment before realizing she could breathe through her mouth... the thing was keeping her alive to do it again.
The sharp burst of bubbles on the surface did nothing to put the other girls at ease, and even their shared sense of dread didn't bring Girl Power back together. They just hurried to ditch each other that much quicker.
Wyara squirmed along the floor of the main raft, avoiding the bigger and stronger sorts that were stomping and kicking around above her. Not patient enough to wait it out and not confident enough to make a swim for shore, the wizard braced herself on her back and shot a kick straight up. Dura had been Mona by the hair and was punching and slapping her breasts when the elf's foot bashed right into the half-orc's twat. Wyara felt the mixed fluids in Dura's pussy as she groaned and fell to her knees beside her, the high elf laughing at her expense.
"Shows how far you get on brawn alone, you pig-faced slut," Wyara taunted. She regretted it almost instantly as the sluggish warrior grabbed her by the neck. Wyara still managed to kick Dura in the breast, enough to send the stunned she-orc falling off the makeshift boat... with Wyara still in her grasp.
"No! No, let go you stupid thing!" the elf panicked, but her slight build was easily yanked off with her. Another chunk of the raft was torn off, and the water was splashing more clearly over the logs. Dura tread the hot water a moment, coughing on the steam while Wyara tried to cling to her to stay afloat. A tentacle quickly rose above the water, wrapping around the wizard's throat and stuffing the tip inside her mouth. Her cheeks puffed up a moment before she was dragged under, and Dura's kicking feet soon froze up as her tenderized crotch was suddenly filled with a pair of greedily probing tentacles and forcing her to sink under as well.
Tink and Tilus were scrambling all over each other, their tiny garments long gone between their clawing and the strong splash of the waters. The smallest of the party members fought the more viciously to make up for their size, and it was all being directed right into the other. Tilus ripped out a chunk of brightly-colored hair while kicking at Tink's stomach. The rogue was laying on top of her, clawing at the bard's face and squeezing one of her breasts.
"Get off, you fucking skank!" Tilus shouted up at the attacking demi-human.
"Where's those flowery words now, minstrel," Tink taunted back, but the halfling bashed a fist into her nose. Tink flopped off to one side, rubbing her face when Tilus grabbed her by her plump bottom in one hand, the other jamming her nails into her vagina from below.
"How's that for a backstab, you ugly little sneak!?" Tilus growled in her normally sweet voice, shoving Tink off towards the edge of the raft. Tink grabbed and kicked at anything she could, but a sharp squeeze to the privates stopped her whenever she got anything resembling a proper grip. She gave Tink one last push to send her off into the water, the thrashing rogue catching hold of the bard's blonde hair.
"Ahhhh! Let go!" Tilus howled. "Don't drag me down with you!"
"I'll climb up you and ride your fat ass to shore if I have to!" Tink threatened back, but a tentacle wrapped around her chest and squeezed. The thief gasped right before another tentacle seemed to sense the opening and stuff itself inside, showing just how flexible her race could be as she took one the same size that was pleasuring the half-orc. She gagged and beat her fists on the glorified piece of driftwood, but finally she sank under when a third cracked itself against her round little bottom.
Tilus boosted herself back onto the tiny raft, but it was tilted too far and too full of holes by now. The halfling scooted back as much as she could, but even at her tiny size it started to capsize. "This is what I get for working with you dumbasses!" she shouted. "I swear, Tink, if I survive, I'm going to write poems about what a piece of shit you are!" She was cut off when a tentacle speared itself up between her legs, getting a choked squeak out of her before she vanished beneath the waters.
The raft full of spellcasters was taking on water, and any spells they might have had would have been wasted on their struggles with one another. Vira had started to straddle and strangle Dawn, but their combined weight was tipping the raft over. Jeras tried to scale the other end and hang on, even her demonic heritage not enough to make her comfortable with the notion of the strange tentacles and boiling hot water. Their portion of the raft tipped over all at once, tossing the three in with one big splash. The waves they and their thrashing comrades under the surface caused were enough to tip the main raft as well. The tentacles were in a frenzy by now, sensing the bodies in the water and looking for more that weren't entirely buried in tentacles already. A few slapped and grabbed at the main raft until it capsized as well, dumping Breigh, Reidi and Mona in as well.
Even a literal sinking ship couldn't bring the angry adventurers together. As the water stung their skin and eyes, Breigh angrily splashed some of it at Vira. Mona dunked Reidi under the surface and tried to hold her there, but Jeras jumped on her shoulders. It didn't so much save Reidi as it added to the weight put on her, but it was never her intent to anyway. Dawn went to pile onto the warrior as well, but was cut off when a pair of tentacles found her. Each wrapped around one of the half-elf's breasts, squeezing them firmly until she gave a shrill cry. She reached out to grab something to pull herself away, perhaps the leg or hair of a former teammate, but Vira kicked her back into the tentacles' grasp. Dawn was quickly overcome as they probed into her other holes, turning her upsides down and entering her ass and pussy before dragging her into the water.
Reidi saw the sorceress in her blurry, underwater vision, followed by spotting the black tentacles that pumped into her every available opening. the paladin's eyes widened, and she looked around to see the other girls in a similar state. They seemed alive no matter how long they had been under the surface, but all with their mouths and holes stuffed full of the black things. Reidi gave a shriek of panic with the last of her breath, but that just drew the flailing things to her quicker. Reidi's unwitting cry for attention meant that those holding onto her were grabbed just as quickly.
Reidi had her legs and privates pumped before she could even try to breathe again, spiraling inside the righteous (if so self-proclaimed) paladin. She groaned and grabbed at her former allies' legs, pulling them down that much quicker when the tentacles went for Mona and Jeras. The tiefling was actually dragged under while still clawing at Mona's face.
"It's still your fucking fault!" Jeras barked at her.
"I'd tell you to fuck yourself, but I think they'll do a good enough job for you!" Mona shouted back, just before they both vanished into the water and were reduced to moaning, thrusting messes.
Briegh and Vira's splash fight had devolved into a regular fight, kicking and clawing at each other while they spat angry insults.
"Only thing worse than an elf is a traitor dark elf," Breigh snarled at her as she kicked Vira in the twat under the water.
"Go fuck an anvil, you filthy mountain hermit!" the druid snapped back, sinking her nails into Breigh's hefty tits. "Ow! Stop kicking there, you fatass!"
"I only hit you once, you liar! I don't want to risk catching something."
Vira seemed to consider this a moment before a dark appendage slithered up her chest, cupping her breast and grabbing her by the throat. One grabbed Breigh by the ass, but she pulled it off just to shove it towards Vira as well. The drow hissed out a curse just before they wrapped around and inside her. The dwarf paddled wildly for shore, but it only served to draw more attention to herself. The dwarf's raised legs made an easy target for the tentacles to stick their way inside her ass and pussy, rooting her to the spot. More groped and whipped at her tits, distracting the dwarf. She looked down to try to grab at the ones on her breasts, only to make her head a perfect target for another tendril to shoot into her mouth. She gagged a moment before she moaned and groaned, the only way she seemed able to breathe through the probing things. Not that it wasn't completely unpleasant as the wet limbs stuck into just the right spots, if a bit roughly.
It seemed in its own creepy way, it was the closest that Girl Power had been in a long time. All together at the bottom of the pond, being fucked silly by primitive tentacles for a cult of goblins' amusement. If they would escape, it would be a long time coming. More likely, some adventurers would hear about the cult and find the humiliated and horny victims of their latest experiments, soaked to the bone and cummed dry when they were pulled from their sexual prisons and left wondering whether they loved or hated the whole experience.
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