Just Ms. Smith (Alias)

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Rowynns Stats: HP = 185, PP = 172, EP = 175, Grappled, Submission Hold

Grapple: Rowynn wins.

The tentacles paused for a moment as Rowynn began to speak, allowing her to pull her arms in front of her so that she could at least try to strike at them. Unfortunately, they began moving again almost immediately as the man shouted; "FOOD!"

Grapple: Enemy wins.

Her arms were roughly yanked back behind her back, and she was lifted further off of the ground, so that she was very nearly at the top of the small hut she'd built to protect her forge. Some of them begin writhing into the joints in her armor and covering her skin with the slime they were covered in, and Rowynn suddenly felt a sense of warmth spreading throughout her body wherever she had the slime on her. Her body began to weaken as the warmth spread throughout her body, and her head began to feel a little strange as the tentacle at her face began leaking more of the vile goo all over her right cheek, lips, and nose.

 

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Rowynn's blood began to boil as her limbs were restrained once more into the submissive position behind her back; panic was beginning to set in. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she began to realize that she might not escape what was about to happen to her. Adrenaline flooded her muscles even as warmth spread through her body from the disgustingly warm sticky fluid it was depositing on her; she was sure it was either an aphrodisiac or some sort of muscle relaxant. The panic and adrenaline coursing through her bloodstream lent her extra strength as she thrashed wildly in the thing's grasp. Her foremost thought was that she had to get free, she had to keep on living - she wasn't done with her life yet!

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Just Ms. Smith (Alias)

Spoiler

Rowynns Stats: HP = 185, PP = 172, EP = 175, Grappled, Submission Hold

Grapple: Enemy wins.

The chemical that the tentacles were secreting, whatever it was, ensured that her struggles to free herself were no more than half-hearted. The man didn't respond to her words, whether he heard her or not.

Grapple: Enemy wins. (Clothing Removed)

Now hanging helpless in their grasp, Rowynn feels the tentacles suddenly tug at all of the joints in her armor, somehow pulling her armor off perfectly without damaging it. Now she was garbed only in her underclothes, which were already soaked through with the tentacles slime.

 

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She knew it was futile to resist anymore; the slime's chemicals were already streaming through her veins, making her as weak and helpless as a kitten in the thing's grasp. Removing her armor only compounded the problem; as soon as it slipped off of her form she felt leaden and heavy, her strength and agility no longer being augmented by the protective coating of scales and steel. She stopped struggling finally, closing her eyes to block out what she knew was about to happen. "Please don't," she whispered, one final attempt to divert what she was sure would be her end.

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Just Ms. Smith (Alias)

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Rowynns Stats: HP = 185, PP = 172, EP = 175, Grappled, Submission Hold

Rowynn hung helplessly in the tentacles grasp now, so they apparently decided to take their time with her. Two of the tentacles opened to reveal dozens of short wriggling nubs, and quickly affixed themselves to her nipples, causing shivers of pleasure to shoot through her body as the peaks of her breasts quickly hardened into sensitive points. Another tentacle opened and clamped onto her clitoris while two more began rubbing between her nether lips, stimulating her quickly moistening entrance. As she whimpered for them to stop, one of them forced itself into her mouth, causing her eyes to widen in shock, before filling her mouth with more of its vile slime.

Whats worse, Rowynn experiences a sensation she'd dreaded all her life, as she feels the abomination violating her body begin to feast upon her very soul. Every tiny moment of pleasure that her body experiences is instantly doubled as her attacker steals from her a piece of her very spirit, the feeling easily the most pleasurable and addictive thing she'd ever experienced.

 

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At this point, Rowynn was too far gone to have more than a vague sense of horror at what the thing was doing to her. She began to work against the creature, needing more of its touch, its addictive pleasure, her memory beginning to black out as she succumbed.

[Reminder to skip to whenever I can control her again]

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Just Ms. Smith (Alias)

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Rowynns Stats: HP = 185, PP = 172, EP = 175

(Update your sheet with the your loss of equipment.)

Her resistance gone, the tentacles immediately slid into all of her holes at once, the slime they were covered in providing easy lubrication for them. They immediately began sliding around inside of her, quickly building Rowynn up to an explosive orgasm, and all the while she felt as though she was being drained of something, leaving her weak and exhausted. Just after she orgasms, she passes out, her spirit completely drained, and the last thing she perceives is something hot being pumped into her ass, throat and womb.

She awakens as the sun comes up, her eyes blinking at the sudden light as the first sliver of daylight falls upon her unconscious form. She was alone in the ruins of her shop, everything of any real value gone. She might be able to scrounge up some basic weapons and armor, but most of her things were gone, particularly her enchanted weapons and armor, as well as her precious ring. Her naked body was cramped, and covered in the tentacles slime, which still clung to her body, and hadn't dried out.

 

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Rowynn blinked awake, her entire body sore and exhausted from the punishment it had received last night at the hands... or - well, whatever... of that creature. She looked around, searching to see if there was anybody near to witness her shame, but it appeared she was alone. She levered herself up off the ground, immediately noticing the sticky fluid that still covered her body. Bringing a hand up to her chest, she touched it with a finger, and watched a strand of it follow her finger from her body.

"Guh," she grunted in revulsion. It was just as slimy as when the creature had first applied it to her. She looked around, her eyes settling on the buckets of water she used to quench hot steel and iron. Thank the gods, she thought to herself, and immediately began the excruciating process of cleaning herself thoroughly. An hour later, she dressed herself in a worn set of armor she'd crafted for practice the previous day, and armed herself with a simple longsword.

Once she was prepared to deal with any threats that might show themselves, she took stock of what was still left in the forge - she'd have to find a source of water to replace the gallons she'd used in cleaning herself; she only had about a quarter of a pail left, not even enough to quench a dagger.

She resolved to set out in search of the source of the water she'd found the previous day, her wary eyes scanning her surroundings - she would run the next time she met that thing, but in lieu of that, she'd beat the snot out of anything that crossed her path.