Cattelya: HP = 65, PP = 75, EP = 35, Status = Fine
Forced to take up the sword once more, leaving her son behind in the care of whomever Cattelya chose to trust to that task, the former adventurer advanced into the dark dungeon that had always stood by the small town she had taken as her home. Bandits, orcs, rogue demons, and even worse had taken to inhabiting it over the years, and now her husband, a simple craftsman, had vanished into it, following a local village girl to try and save her.
Now she stood before the broken gate that had once been set before the cavern entrance, leading into a tomb and a deep, far reaching cavern system. Rusted iron bars reached out at her like jagged teeth, and she had this one last chance to prepare more, or to turn back entirely and leave her husband to his fate.
Cattleya stood defiant yet anxious before the intimidating rusted gate of the forbodeing dungeon, her gigantic sword inserted into the earth beside her, a determined yet uncertain look on her face as her thoughts returned to her son whom she had left with a family friend while she sat out to retrieve her beloved husband who had disappeared into the walls of the dark structure. Owen, my darling. Hold tight, my love. I will find you. she thought to herself as she dislodged her Giantslayer from the ground and pried the rusted gate open and proceeded to venture into the sinister facility.
Cattelya: HP = 65, PP = 75, EP = 35, Status = Fine
Advancing down the corridor, Cattelya traveled down a set of roughly hewn stairs and then into the rough stony corridor that was more natural cave than shaped entryway. There was no light here save what was behind her as she descended into the earth, leaving her practically blind as she went further in, but after a short while the corridor turned, going to the right, and she saw a light up ahead.
Cattleya ventured further down the rough stairs into the cavernous structure that composed the rest of the dungeon. As light became less available, eventually degrading into total darkness, she would get her mighty claymore into a ready position, trying to prepare herself for whatever may come to challenge her. As the singular source of light revealed itself to her, she would slowly and cautiously inch forward in its direction as she pressed on.
Cattelya: HP = 65, PP = 75, EP = 35, Status = Fine
Rolls
Perception: Failure. Then ???
Advancing down the hall, Cattleya would miss a trap in the dark, a false bit of ground giving way to a pit that the adventurer went tumbling into. It wasn't terribly deep, only about fifteen feet, and she landed on dirt instead of rocks so the fall didn't hurt terribly bad. Unfortunately, it was pitch black down here, leaving her completely unable to see anything other than the hole up above, which just a tiny amount of light illuminated the hole she'd tumbled through.
Cattleya would feel her feet give way to nothing betraying her and the sudden vertigo of gravity pulling her down an unseen pitfall letting out a shrill cry of surprise. She would land with a subdued thud, her impressive derriere cushioning her fall combined with the loamy soil, "OOMPH!" she would grasp around in the darkness to find her mighty sword before slowly getting back to her feet, squinting her eyes to try to see anything in the darkness she found herself in, though sadly to no avail. She would slowly inch forward through her new surroundings, slowly waving her mighty blade in front, reaching out to find a path and avoid obstacles until some new source of lighting would be come across.
Cattelya: HP = 65, PP = 75, EP = 35, Status = Aroused, Grappled, 6/10 Resistance
Rolls
Attack: Hit. Cattelya is grappled.
Resistance: 14 Resistance damage, Cattelya becomes Aroused.
Weakness: 4, Cattelya does not lose a turn.
As she slowly moved in one direction, Cattelya bumped into an earthen wall, and as she was turning to move elsewhere something moved. It was much too late to react, however, and Cattelya found herself covered in a squirming mass that she was unable to see. She could certainly feel it though, dozens of long, slimy appendages squirming over her arms, pinning them to her sides, and then over her torso where they began to slide under her clothes. The woman's body burned with lust as the slime seeped into her skin, arousal flooding her system and leaving her almost overwhelmingly horny as she felt them consolidating their grip on her.
"AH!" Cattelya cried out in surprise as she bumped into a wall while grasping about in the dark, as she was about to try to turn around to navigate around the dark once more, she felt somethings long and wriggling covering her impressively muscled arms and pinning them to her sides before working underneath her tunic and fondling her giganormous titties, causing her normally inverted nipples to bud out of her large areola, becoming erect and puffy. It was a good thing she was not with child otherwise they would soon begin leaking. But sadly she was still very much affected by the tentacles' viscous liquid coating them, as their aphrodisiac mucus began affecting her sex drive and overwhelming her thought circuits with maddening lust as she felt her cheeks flush, heart rate spike, legs rub against each other, and lower lips begin to moisten and drool.....
"Ooooooh~" she moaned out in in desire as the tentacles began clouding her mind with lust, Nooo~ I can't give iiiiin~" she moaned out still in a lustful state of mind, but not ready to cave in to something so simple, she would try to summon all of her strength and attempt to break free from the appendages grasp.
Cattelya: HP = 65, PP = 75, EP = 35, Status = Aroused, Grappled, Horny
Rolls
Grapple: Tentacle monster wins. She gets naked.
Resistance: 11 Resistance damage, Cattelya becomes Horny.
Weakness: 4, Cattelya does not lose a turn.
Her struggles proved utterly ineffective, the thick tendrils holding her tightly and worming their way into her clothes, which were quickly pulled off in whatever way was quickest. First her top was pulled away, exposing her massive bosom, and then her bottoms, her sword pulled away, and even her boots were torn away. Naked to the skin, her breasts were the creature's first target, tendrils coiling around them and starting to squirm over their erect tips. Arousal completely dominated her mind by that point, the toxins seeping into her body and leaving her every nerve alight with need for pleasure, her primordial need to breed the only thing that she could think about as it consolidated its hold and prepared to take advantage of her current helplessness.
"HYAAAAN!~" she cried out as the thick slimed tendril wormed their way into her clothes and tore away her top revealing her mighty mammaries, before pulling down her skirt, thong, and boots; and removing her sword from her hands. As the tendrils would wrap around her massive bosom and toy with the erect buds on the ends, her hands would slowly wrap around a tentacle each as the appendages aphrodisiacs overrode her usual thought process and capabilities, filling her mind and essence with the need to mate. She would slowly and methodically begin to jerk the tentacles off before proceeding to lick the head of one before proceeding to switch to the other. She would begin slowly, and expertly suck on them, alternating between both, before going full out deep throat, and begin to use one hand to pump her already gushing and needy pussy.
Cattelya: HP = 65, PP = 75, EP = 35, Status = Aroused, Grappled, Horny
The tendrils would give Cattelya a little more slack as she started jerking them off, the soft slimy flesh easily sliding through her fingers and coating her in slime. Several began to squirm over her face, smearing slime over her face and chin in the process and making it easy for her to suck one into her mouth. The tendril's tip squirmed against her tongue before beginning to pump deeply into her mouth, but on one pump she managed to switch from one to the other and give it similar treatment. The sweet taste of its slime, which she was swallowing in increasing amounts, only made her head spin with further arousal as it bound her limbs.
Another tentacle wormed its way into her cleavage as the horny warrior began to deepthroat the one in her mouth, pumping into the valley between her massive breasts, but at the same time Cattelya would be hit by a wave of pleasure as two tendrils seemed to open and formed suckers over the cups of her breasts. Hundreds of tiny tendrils squirmed against her sensitive flesh, writhing over her aureola and the nubs protruding from them and sending pleasure surging through her. The tendrils began to squeeze rhythmically while the cups sucked and tugged, pulling on first one breast and then the other, clearly trying to suck milk from her swollen, sensitive orbs.
More were sliding over her flesh, over her belly, her thighs, and her plump rear, but before any could slide into her needy folds Cattelya tried to sate that urge herself. Her hands were instantly pulled away, tentacles around her wrists forcing her arms wide apart so that she couldn't touch herself while pushing their tips against her fingers demandingly. Already several were pressing at both of her lower holes, but before they could push into her the lot of them suddenly exploded. Hot streams of thick, sticky cum splattered against her from every direction, hitting her belly, breasts, chin, collar, face, ass, legs, and back, a few streams even hitting her unprotected pussy and ass. Nearly a gallon of seed was seemingly splattered over her body, leaving her thoroughly glazed, and for a moment the tentacles simply hold her and shiver in the aftermath of their explosive orgasm. the ones sucking on her tits weren't slowed, however, and even seemed to be sucking on her more and more enthusiastically...
"HOOOOO-OOOOOH!~" Cattelya moaned out as the tentacles moved over her plump areola and sensitive nipples, squeezing her giant milk bags trying to draw the ivory substance from her glands. She would let out a moan of distressed, disappointed frustration when the tentacles would jerk her mighty arm away from her drooling, bushy womanhood; denying her the option to please herself. As she saw the tentacles began to pulsate wildly, she would slowly open her mouth as wide as possible to catch as much as the sweet, protein filled, viscous cum from the tentacles in her mouth as she could.
"OOOOOOAAAAHOOOH! YESSSS!" Cattelya moaned out loud and lewdly as the thick warm semen sprayed all over her round and muscular body, coating her massive tits, thick legs and thighs, large, round and chiseled ass and her needy pussy. As the tentacles began to slow and simply twitch on her body, she would bend over into the doggy style position, spreading her large ass cheeks open wide inviting them to invade her twitching anus and sphincter; meanwhile she would use her free hand to spread her sopping flower wide open giving the tentacles access to her most sacred area. As the milking suction cups would intensify in their ministrations to her massive tits, her nipples would begin to slowly leak beads of her mother's milk into the cups.
Cattelya: HP = 65, PP = 75, EP = 35, Status = Aroused, Grappled, Horny
Bending over, Cattelya would again find that her arms were bound, preventing her from putting them near her ass or pussy. The tentacles weren't paralyzed by pleasure for long, however, as they quickly took up her apparent offer and finally set on the way to quenching her burning lust by slamming deep into both of her holes, pushing all the way to her cervix and deep into her ass in a single quick thrust. Pleasure rocked through her whole frame, surging up from her newly stimulated nerves, and as the slime hit them it seemed to multiply her sensitivity to leave the human woman helpless and overwhelmed by pure sensation.
A second tendril slipped into her folds while the first was squirming its way back, and those two set up an alternating motion as they squirmed against each other at a rapid pace while the one in her ass pumped in and out at its own steady rate. Her breasts, hanging like ripe udders and already stimulated to the point that she was starting to lactate, were squeezed and tugged one by one, the suckers clamped on to her sensitive tips and the slimy tendrils steadily trying to milk them and inspiring her to leak more and more of her precious milk.
Several tentacles still squirmed against her palms and face, begging to be stroked and sucked on in turn, but they promised to add to the thick coating of cum that was all over her when they exploded in orgasm once more. For now, however, Cattelya's violation was rapid and intense, the tentacles giving both of her holes the most intense fucking they'd ever received and building a knot of pleasant pressure in her stomach faster than she'd ever felt before. Her orgasm came quick, and it came hard, causing her whole body to spasm in the throes of pleasure for nearly a minute before finally dying down, and when it did she could feel the tentacles building up their pace again, going at a breakneck rate while they began to pulse again. So soon after their first explosion, Cattelya would surely recognize the sigh of their oncoming release at least in the back of her mind, the tentacles preparing to release their seed into her totally unprotected womb...
"AGOOOOAH-HOOOOH!!!~" Cattelya cried out in orgasmic bliss as the tentacles plowed into her sopping wet orifices, her mouth gaping open wide with her tongue lolling out like a dog, her senses being overwhelmed by pleasure and arousal as her womb and bowels were penetrated by the ravenous appendages, awakening long asleep nerve endings that had gone unused for some time. As the tentacle cups that were latched onto her mammaries began to pump and squeeze with renewed vigor, her milk ducts would open like floodgates, allowing her lactose to flow like faucets into the suction cups, filling them at a surprising pace. As even more tentacles began squirming against her already cum covered face and hands, she would eagerly grasp a hold of one in each hand while opening her mouth greedily as wide as she could get it while sticking her tongue out hungry for more their semen. In fact, it would seem like she could even take more than one in her mouth just as was doing with her pussy. As the two tentacles in her womanhood began pounding intensely against each other in her vagina, she cry out mentally, as her mouth would currently be stuffed with tentacle meat, MORE! FILL MY HOLES MORE AND GIVE ME EVEN MORE CUM! BLOAT ME AND COAT ME IN YOUR WONDERFUL DELICIOUS SEMEN!~
She would begin trying to buck her thick, wide hips in rhythm with the tentacles, hoping to drive them even further deeper inside of her. Once her first orgasm hit her, she spasm-ed wildly, her body bucking and throwing like a wild bull, her eyeballs rolling back far into her head, her mind being replaced by a warm, comforting, inviting blanket like fog of lust and wanton desire. After she recovered, and the tentacles exploded their seed into her holes and all over her body, she would feel them going back at her in full force, spasming wildly, her body twitching uncontrollably before she heard the warning sign of another spurt of semen coming from the appendages, she would take her mouth away from the tentacles invading it for just a moment to beg the tentacles to allow her to receive their seed, "YES! GIVE IT TO ME! FEED YOUR FAT, COW UDDERED SOW AND PAINT HER SLUTTY BODY AND INSIDES WITH YOUR SEMEN!~"
Cattelya: HP = 65, PP = 75, EP = 35, Status = Pregnant (13 tentacle spawn)
Cattelya wouldn't need to beg aloud to get exactly what she wanted, as a second tentacle quickly pushed its way into her mouth while the other rest continued their wild pumping. The two in her mouth took turns, alternating between swirling around her mouth and playing with her tongue and rapidly pumping down her throat. She could barely breath but to moan, but as the insistent pounding seemed to be coming to its logical conclusion she managed to expel them long enough to issue her outward begging. Seconds ticked by with the busty warrior locked in a pleasure hell, her body on the verge of climax awaiting the explosion of sweet, warm cream that she could feel traveling down the lengths buried inside of her that her body so hungered for, her breasts simultaneously being milked for all they were worth as the tentacle suckers gulped down every burst of her nutritious liquid.
When that burst finally came, the explosion both physical and mental was immense, her body wracked by pleasure so intense that she practically whited out. Streams of hot, thick cum shot deep into her, one deep into her bowels and two surging directly into her womb, her cervix proving no barrier whatsoever. The tendrils slime had taken full control of her body by that point, and buried in the ocean of bliss was a series of soft pricks signaling the release of a number of eggs that her exceptionally fertile body was all too willing to provide. The first spurts nearly filled her womb, and by the time the spurts of semen became a dribble her inner chamber was filled to the brim and beyond, the eruptions over her body having proven the tentacle beast's propensity for volume already. Legions of alien sperm surrounded her freshly released eggs, the thing crafted for mass reproduction overwriting her human genes as those eggs were fertilized one by one but still ensuring that they would thrive inside her, ultimately seeding her with over a dozen spawn even as she was given a fresh glazing on the outside and fed what felt like a gallon of cum.
It wasn't over yet, however, as the tentacle monster's lust was yet unsated. Another tentacle forced itself into her ass, and then a third found its way into her pussy as they began to move again. Their thrusts now were wilder than ever, and as the barrage of motion in and around her reached a fevered pitch Cattelya found herself cumming again, an orgasm that chained into another, and then another... So many that she lost count after only a few moments, her mind totally overwhelmed by pleasure as the creature continued to violate her.
It only took another few minutes for it to find its next release, but those minutes felt like years as she was trapped in a void of mindless passion. When that last explosion of cum covered and filled her once more, her body and mind finally gave out in full, and darkness claimed her in the midst of glorious numbing ecstasy.
When she awoke, some time later, Cattelya was no longer blinded by darkness. The light was dim, from a small torch some thirty feet away, but it allowed her to see herself... How dirty she was with dried cum, still naked, her belly bloated no doubt with that monster's vile spawn. Near the torch was a table, at which sat two men, both human by the look of them and of a rough demeanor. Their clothes and armor were shabby, their weapons rusty and primitive, but still they were armed, and she could see that they were distracted by a game of cards. She was bound, her arms tied high above her head to a wooden post stuck in the ground, the busty warrior herself left on her knees and, should she try to move, she would find her ankles were tied together and to the base of the post as well.
The swordsmith's mind would eventually finally make it's way out of the haze of lust and pleasure that the tentacle's slime had induced in her, she would feel very bloated and sluggish, her pussy and ass feeling sore as well as hot and sticky from the ridiculous amounts of cum the things sprayed and painted her body and nether bits with. Her anus would squirt out little bits of semen from the overflow, and the thick offensive substance would dribble from mouth and cunt. Darling.... I am sorry.... I've been violated and those... things, have invaded my womb with their offspring... she thought to herself as her eyelids would slowly flutter open. As she took in her current state her dipped a little, I'm such a disgrace... I have to get free and find some way to clean myself... she thought to herself as she found her hands staked to the ground in front of her, set up with her large round ass stuck up in the air for use, still covered in dried tentacle semen... She would attempt to gnaw at the ropes, as silently as she could, trying to break free of her restraints so she could hopefully undo her ankle restraints and be in a position to escape or fight back against her current captors...
((Cattleya takes Lactation and Healing Milk mutations))
Cattelya: HP = 65, PP = 75, EP = 35, Status = Pregnant (13 tentacle spawn)
Awakening from unconsciousness after an unknown amount of time, Cattelya wouldn't be able to reach the ropes with her mouth as the rope was tied up over her head, her back pressed up against the pole. By that point much of the fluids on and in her were dry, with only a bit leaking from her lower holes while her breasts now seemed to leak her lactate constantly. Unable to reach her ropes, and thus unable to gnaw on them, she would have to find some other way of breaking out.
Thankfully she had not drawn the attention of the men playing cards and they had not finished their game just yet. She would try to as quietly as she could snap the ropes that restrained her wrists, trying to sever it from the stake she was bound to. If she was successful she would try to bite at the ropes to loosen them to where she could escape from them before attempting to sneak up on the two men before bashing their skulls together in an attempt to subdue them. If luck was on her side she would steal one of the men's armor and both of their swords.
Cattelya: HP = 65, PP = 75, EP = 35, Status = Weakened
Rolls
Gonna give 10 periods of attempts before a thing happens.
Grapple: Fails four times, gets one of three needed successes, then one fail and one success, then three more fails. Exhausted, she begins to give birth.
Working for several minutes, Cattelya would feel fatigue settling in as she struggled to free herself. The rope wasn't exactly new, and had been sitting in a cave for a while, but it was thick and course, rubbing her skin raw where it wrapped around her wrist, and as she struggled as quietly as she could she felt the tentacle spawn in her womb squirming inside of her. Eventually, however, the busty warrior would manage to wear away at the low quality knot enough that it slipped, letting her pull her arms in front of her to begin chewing at the knot in an effort to free herself. After a few more moments, the squirming in her belly growing more insistent and painful all the while, she managed to slip the bonds on her wrists and free her hands.
Unfortunately, just as she was reaching back to free her legs the pain in her belly would suddenly surge, practically paralyzing her. It became impossible to concentrate, her fingers spasming as pain shot through her, and after a few moments she could no longer keep silent as she felt her water break. Whatever noise she emitted, the two men sitting some feet away would take notice, and after looking over at her one slap the other in the shoulder and whisper something and both would stand. The man who'd slapped the other one approached her, grinning, while the other ran into a passage and out of sight.
"Well well, looks like the cow's gonna pop!" he grunted, grinning down at the still helpless Cattelya but keeping several feet away, out of reach as she felt the first of her spawn crawling out of her body. The creature squirmed its way down her birth canal, writhing and almost more pleasurable than painful as it dragged its way into the open air. All strength had left the woman's limbs by the time its body had dropped to the floor beneath her, its narrow figure much smaller and thus not needing her to spread her legs too far apart. The slimy thing crawled its way up her body, over her still swollen belly, and up to her chest.
Despite not having eyes, it latched one of its tentacles onto the tip of her breasts immediately and started to suck. The newborn tentacle monster gorged itself on her milk, which her heavy breasts now leaked copiously, but one of its siblings was already squirming its way out of Cattelya's body, quickly joining its sibling on her chest while the third tentacle creature began its journey from her womb to the floor. By the time the third was halfway down her passage Cattelya found herself surrounded by nine men, including the guard who left shortly, all armed and several carrying burlap sacks, while others had tongs on sticks. Most looked like little more than local ruffians, men who had fallen on hard times and turn to lives of crime to make due, but among them were two men who looked more like mercenaries than bandits, and another was an orcish warrior clad in thick ornate mail.
All looked down on her like she was little more than an animal, the humans all laughing and joking at her expense while the orc simply sneered at her derisively. As the third started crawling up her body, the first of her spawn to be born had bloated itself on her milk, and one of the men grabbed it with his tongues. It squirmed wildly, trying to escape the grip as it was pulled away, but it couldn't escape the jagged metal and was dropped into a burlap sack, one that was quickly sealed.
The rest of her "children" suffered a similar fate, each born one by one to crawl up her body, gorge themselves on her milk, and then to be captured and forced into a sack. Most of the men left then, carrying off the tentacle spawn, leaving Cattelya still exhausted, her chest and sex aching more than ever, her belly mostly flat as the skin returned to its normal size, and though she was untied save for her ankles the men left over, the two more threatening looking humans on either side of the orc while they all stared down at her almost expectantly.
It took several moments for Cattleya to recover from the intense breast sucking inflicted on her from her tentacle spawn, which the rest of the men quickly gathered up into a burlap sack for some unknown but almost certainly nefarious purposes. She simply laid there on her face on the ground for several moments before slowly and cautiously raising up, looking to her tied ankles and back forth between the men left, and then finally back to the post her hands used to be tied to, before looking at the men with judgmental and scornful eyes, "What is it you want with me? I am only here to hopefully find and retrieve my husband who had come in here some time ago. I have no quarrel with you. But I cannot allow you to detain me here for long." She said formulating a plan. She would try to get one of them to attack her, and at the last moment attempt to dodge so they would cut her ankle bindings and make a move to get the post her wrists were bound by to use as a makeshift weapon.
