Quinn ran as if her life depended on it. She continued to climb the city, racing for the fortress that made up the “clitoris” of the bay.
Around her, the tentacles slammed into buildings and the road, shattering brick and crushing anything their path. She knew what they were aiming for, there was no sign of damage in the other parts of the city until she ran past it. They were all for her and the steady, ground-shaking impacts of their near hits was almost as terrifying as the idea of being raped by so many tentacles.
In a small part of her mind, she wished there was only a few pair of tentacles poised to rape her. Two tentacles felt good. Maybe another up her ass, but not hundreds. She's sacrifice herself for a few tentacles and endless pleasures. Not thousands of them, they wouldn't fit. She gasped and sobbed, but kept running.
Quinn knew that she was running naked in the street. Her large breasts bounced with every movement, her ass clenched and relaxed as she did. If it wasn't in a terrifying situation, she would probably be having an orgasm at the sight of all the leers aimed at her and the thousands of eyes all wishing they could fuck her.
She ducked underneath an arch and raced along a narrow street. “This way, Skein!”
The alley led into the back of a building. The door was open and she dove through it, rushing along a hallway littered with dirty clothes, garbage, and empty bottles. Passed-out drunks only growled at her as she raced past them and to the door leading to the next street.
She slapped the door and burst out into the empty street. She only hesitated for a second before racing across to enter another building.
It was only until she stopped hearing the constant thuds of the tentacles that she slowed down. She was on the first floor of some sort of orphanage. The narrow hall was dark around her, but the cramped quarters gave her hope that the creature wouldn't find her.
She panted and leaned against the wall, wiping the slime and sweat from her face.
When she realized that Skein wasn't with her, she froze. Trembling, she turned to the side and looked back the way she came. The building across the street was fine, but there were hundreds of tentacles pulverizing everything beyond it. She could see the flash of tendrils and the smoke billowing up from the impact.
“F-Fuck,” she whispered in a sob. Trembling, she slid down the wall and clutched her knees. She was terrified. The pleasure of being fucked was one thing, knowing that the same tentacles were capable of killing people and destroying buildings was another. Her muscles tightened, as if it could keep the tentacles out of her body.
She clutched herself tight and prayed to the gods the creature wouldn't find her.
A soft sobbing caught her attention. It was a young girl's voice and she was close.
Quinn lifted her head, worried. At first, it was because the tears would summon the creature, but then shame hit her and she pushed to her knees and then crawled toward it.
It was a girl, maybe twelve at most. She had long, black hair that glistened blue. Her back was to Quinn at first, but she sat on her knees with her face buried in the corner of an almost empty orphanage.
“H-Hello?” whispered Quinn.
The girl jumped and looked over her shoulder.
Quinn's heart almost skipped a beat. The girl was beautiful. More than physical beauty, more than just wide, shimmering eyes. She had a presence to her, a lure that brought a twinge to Quinn's abused pussy. The girl had full lips, large breasts, and a firm-looking ass. They were curves of a much older woman.
It took Quinn a second to realize she was looking at the girl as if she was nothing but something to fuck. And Quinn wasn't even into girls. She shook her head, trying to fight the almost supernatural allure of the girl.
“Y-You shouldn't be here,” the girl said. “No one is allowed in here.”
“Why?”
“Because… they here for me,” came the whispered response.
The ground thudded from the impact of tentacles.
Quinn looked up, sweat prickling her brow. “Are you okay?”
“It's… it's coming for me.”
Quinn almost corrected her but then the girl shifted around more and Quinn saw the name of the city tattooed along the girl's collarbone. It was elegant writing, almost like a flower, but the name was clear.
Something clicked inside her. Named for the city and incredibly beautiful even for a young girl. Quinn pulled back and looked at the girl differently, trying to see her as something shaped by a monster to fuck, to rape, to kill.
It was like looking in the mirror. They were both made for fucking, a sacrifice for something in human. They both had bodies that were shaped by desire and lust.
Quinn gasped. “You're the Omelas!”
The girl sobbed as tears ran down her cheeks. She nodded. “Y-Yes, but it isn't my time. He can't come now, not with Consent.”
Consent. The raped child goddess. She only listened to children under the age of eighteen calling out to her as they were raped. The goddess' punishment was far in excess of any mortal law. Consent didn't just kill the rapist, she slaughtered the entire city around them. There were still-burning craters where the child goddess raged. There was no escape for her, no words or prayers could stop her once she was summoned.
No one fucked with Consent, ever.
Quinn gasped and crawled closer. “You knew that you were an Omelas?”
More tears but a nod. “All my life. They said I'm the creature's, Mosar's, but not until I'm old enough. Not until I'm eighteen. I still have nine years… nine years until…” She twisted and looked at the ground. “Until he comes for me.”
Something pricked Quinn's thoughts, but it wouldn't solidify. “Why is he coming now?”
“I-I don't know. I did what I was suppose to do. I stayed out of the rain, I didn't touch water. I didn't even take a bath. And… and I never spilled my drink. I couldn't, they said I couldn't.”
Quinn inched forward. “Why do you do that?”
“The water,” said the girl. “All water goes into the bay.”
Quinn froze. The old woman told her to stay out of the water and Quinn assumed she meant the bay. Not a small pond above the city where two men introduced her to the world of sex. She hadn't been in the bay, but Skein and Rober had fucked her in the pond above the city. It only took a moment to realize that the water had to go somewhere. She groaned. “Into the bay.”
The girl cringed but nodded. “They said Mosar can taste me. That is what wakes him up.”
Quinn closed her eyes slowly and sighed. “Fuck. Fuck me.”
“I-I can't. I have—”
“No, it's… it's….” Quinn couldn't say it. “I have to get out of here.”
“I know… you'll be okay,” the beautiful girl said, “once it gets me.”
A tear ran down her young face as she cringed. “I think.”
Quinn crawled backwards away from her. “T-Then why don't you just go out?”
The girl shook her head. “I-I'm scare. I don't want to die. I don't want to be raped. I-I'm not ready.”
“I…” Quinn gulped and thought about the thousand tendrils that would impale her body. She shuddered. “I don't either.”
The girl sniffed and wiped the tears from her face. “He'll find me. And then you'll be safe. Everyone will be safe.”
A tentacle punched through the wall between the two women, the mottled surface a blur as it sailed across the room and then slammed into the brick wall.
Anything Quinn would have said froze in her throat as she watched the tentacle began to peel apart, blossoming into the hundred tendrils. Rivers of slime poured off the tendrils, flooding the floor in a blue-tinged wave.
In the confine quarters, the smell of the creature quickly filled the room that Quinn and the other Omelas shared. It was salty and tickled the back of her throat, almost like the half-remembered taste of Skein's and Rober's cum but with a fishy hint to it.
The little girl screamed and threw herself back against the wall. “No, not yet!”
The tentacle continue to peel apart, the wet slurping filled the air. The large black eyeball pulled back from the wall, debris clinging to the front as it swung to look between Quinn and the girl.
“I'm not ready!” The girl's voice reached a higher pitch, breaking with her terror. The smell of urine swirled past Quinn who was on the verge of losing control herself.
Up close, the black eyeball was immense and terrifying. The pupil expanded as it moved closer to both of them, distinctly looking back and forth. Behind it, a cloud of tendrils explored the walls, floors, and ceiling. More slime splattered down to the ground to form a lake of cold liquid that slowly flowed away. It splashed against her feet and the texture was jelly-thick as it surged past.
Quinn staggered from the weight of the river. She glanced at the door to the room. It was only a few meters. If she ran when the creature was looking at the girl, then she had a chance. The creature would have its Omelas and she would be safe. Safe from being raped and murdered by some inhuman beast.
Shame crashed into her again. She looked back, trembling as she did. The tendrils were reaching for both of them, scraping against the walls and ceiling as it did. Each touch left a smear of slime, but it wasn't a single rounded-tip tendril that scared her, it was the hundreds in the room and thousands outside. They were all going to shove into her body until her openings ripped and she was torn apart in agony.
She gulped and tensed, waiting for Mosar, the creature, to reach her.
It got the girl first. One questing tendrils lifted off the wall and reached out. The wet tendrils slapped against the thin shift that hung from the girl's shoulders.
The girl shuddered violently, her face growing pale.
It touched her face and a shudder ran along the length of the tendril. As it did, the mottled patterned disappeared into a solid blue color.
“N-No….” sobbed the girl.
A roar from outside shook the building. The inhuman sound shook the ground and walls, shattering glass. It was Mosar bellowing from the bay.
The girl looked at Quinn, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I-I'm too… young.”
A touch against Quinn's thigh startled her. She looked down to see one of the tendrils had smeared against her naked leg, swirling through the slime as it waved back and forth.
Like with the girl, a shudder ran through the tendril and the mottled pattern disappeared.
Outside, another roar. The black eye's pupil grew very big and she could see a sapphire glow inside. The tendrils in the room shivered and then surged forward.
Both of them screamed. Quinn threw herself over the thick tentacle in the middle and grabbed the girl by the hair. With all her might, she yanked the girl back over the tentacle and sprinted for the door, her bare feet slapping loudly through the slime and her breasts swinging with every movement.
The girl continued to scream, interrupted only when she bounce off the ground.
Quinn wasn't thinking, she was running. Feet pounding on the ground and body shaking. Her breasts slapped against her slimy chest, the heavy mounds aching with the impact, but she didn't have a free hand to hold them tight to her chest.
The creature roared again and then something punched into the building. It was one of the large tentacles. The sound of cracking stone and shattered glass filled the air as more of them pierced through the building, some in the hall in front of her but high enough she could duck underneath while dragging the girl.
Quinn managed to get out of the building and into the street. The sky was dark with the tentacles over her; it looked like the creature had focused its attention in her area and the writhing mass of tentacles above her blocked out the light.
“Fuck!” she screamed and sprinted up the street. She didn't know where to go, where to run. “Fuck, fuck!”
The girl sobbed as she was dragged again.
Ashamed, Quinn slowed down just enough to grab the girl to her chest and continued running.
“I-I'm the O-Omelas,” cried the girl. Her face had been scratched when Quinn dragged her but she stared at Quinn with wide eyes that dripped tears and blood. “I—”
“Quiet!” snapped Quinn as she tried to sprint up cobblestones. The bricks cut at her bare feet, but the slime coating them eased a little of the pain. She was aware she was naked in public, but there was no public left to see her. Even the homeless realized it was dangerous to be out in the open.
“It was—”
“It wants both of us!” snapped Quinn. “I'm a fucking Omelas too!”
The girl stiffened. “How—?”
In front of Quinn, she spotted a knot of army and city guards spreading out across the street. She gasped and glanced over her back.
When she saw five thick tentacles blossoming into tendrils as they moved with inhuman speed up the street, she knew there was no escape. The tendrils blocked the entire road in a writhing wall of dripping coils all hoping to rape both of them.
As the warriors pulled apart, she spotted her father standing toward the middle. He had his sword out but was refusing to move out of the way. Determination darkened his features as a glow formed around him, a defense shield. She knew that he wasn't strong enough to hold back Mosar's tentacles. It was a spell to turn away daggers and knifes, not something capable of punching through a building.
Quinn turned back. She had no idea what she was doing, but the idea of letting the young girl be raped by the tentacle sickened her. She was too young. It wasn't her fault that Mosar had awoken, it was Quinn's.
A decision was made, the creature had to have an Omelas to stop rampaging and there was only one old enough to take it. She sobbed as she realized what it meant and sprinted faster, tears rolling down her cheeks as she did. “Daddy! Daddy!”
Pieter did a double-take and then raced toward her.
“Daddy!” screamed Quinn as she held out the girl. “Save her!”
He stumbled, his face growing pale.
“Save the Omelas!” She shook the girl to make a point, racing the last few meters. She slid to a halt in front of him, her naked body trembling. Slime dripped from every inch of her.
His eyes widened as he stared. “Quinny—”
Without waiting, she jammed the girl toward her father who dropped his sword and caught her. “Save her, not her fault.” Her words came out in a rush between her panting.
“Baby—”
There was only the briefest of moments before the tentacles reached her. Quinn sobbed, the tears still running down her chest and her stomach twisting with her “I love you, Daddy.”
“Quinn—”
She spun on her heels and raced back toward the tentacles. Every step left a sickening lurch in her gut, but there was no more choices. She spread out her arms as she ran. “Come on!”
Behind her, her father yelled out. There was other voices rising up and a wave of magic rolled behind her. It wasn't followed by a combat spell, so she hoped it meant that the rest of the fighters with her father had protected themselves.
The wall of tentacles loomed over it. It was three stories tall with a thousand tentacles twisting, coiling, and thrusting forward. Buildings were pulverized as it rushed up to her.
She kept screaming. “I'm the—”
Between one heartbeat and the next, they struck. The tentacles slammed into Quinn and ripped her from the ground, wrapping around her limbs in an instant. The world spun around her as she flew back with the momentum but somehow pinned to the tentacles.
She saw a flash of her father and the other Omelas cowering behind a wall of golden energies and tower shields, but then everything went dark as she was completely engulfed by the tendrils.
The delicate questing from inside the building was gone. They coiled around her body, grabbing her breasts and squeezing down even as more of them wrapped around her chest, stomach, and thighs. There was no friction, only incredible strength as the tendrils pulled her legs obscenely apart.
Quinn let out a cry which choked off when a tendril slammed into her pussy, easily impaling her and slamming against her cervix. The brutality of being penetrated silenced her in a flash. The burst of pain and rush of being forced open sent a burst of white sparks across her vision.
Without being able to see the sky or ground and still moving back, her senses focused on her body. Tendrils wrapped around her breasts, squeezing down on the base of her mounds until her tits were stretched away from her body. Her nipples burned as the skin felt like an overripe tomato, tense and hypersensitive. More tendrils wrapped around the swollen mounds, stroking them.
More tendrils stroked every other part of her body. The slimy tips ran along her elbows, sides, and thighs. More were coiled around her feet, the slimy muscular lengths caressing the soles of her feet.
The tentacle in her pussy yanked out. There was a rush of the ridged length scraping against her raw pussy and her toes coiled in the embrace of the entrails.
She shuddered with the roughness but tensed when she knew what would come next.
There was little pause as it drove back into her, thrusting deep into her pussy until it crashed against her cervix. The mixture of pleasure and pain sent another wave of white sparks across her vision. Before she recovered, it yanked back out and slammed into her.
It punched against her innermost gate with brutal speed, slamming hard until her entire body shook. If it wasn't for the tendrils pinning her in place, she would have arched her back. Instead, she strained against her bondage and was helpless to do anything as the tendril pounded into her, thrusting deep and yanking out.
She lost track of everything when the second tendril joined in the first. Like before, it was a brutal assault against her pussy as the two tendrils repeated drove into her in erratic thrusts. Just as she was used to one thrusting in as the other drew out, they wrapped around each other until it was a single thick cock forcing its way into her pussy, stretching her painfully tight before driving deep. Every ridge burned against her nerves and she cried out into the darkness of writhing tentacles.
A tendril slapped against her face. She whimpered and turned her head away, but then there was another one. The tips ran along her cheeks and forehead until one of them pressed against her lips.
Terror burned through her senses and she clamped her mouth shut.
The tendrils thrusting inside her pussy accelerated, drumming into her. Her pussy spasmed around them, clamping down but unable to stop as they filled her deep and yanked out.
It was hard to concentrate. When she felt her attention drawing toward the pleasure and pain of being raped, the tension of her jaw relaxed. The tendril forced itself past her lips but was stopped by her teeth. Slime filled her mouth and she couldn't help but taste the salty fish scent that dribbled down her throat. It left a burning line, like the heat boiling in her pussy, and she breathed in the musky scent.
Her whimpers grew louder as the tendrils in her pussy continued to impale her. Her hips shook with each impact and pain exploded from the impact against her cervix, but it was drowned out by the pleasure of two tentacles that assaulted her insides with the constantly writhing pleasure of hard muscles, ridged lengths, and powerful force.
Despite the pain, there was a crack of pleasure and an orgasm ripped through her. Like the thrusting tentacles, there was no warning or gentleness about it. She came hard and fast.
A tendril ran down the length of her ass crack. She whimpered as it traced a line down from her tailbone until it caught her sphincter. She hoped it was going to join in with the others in her pussy, though there was no way she could take so much in her tight opening, but the tendril pressed against her opening. It didn't thrust forward and she couldn't help feel that it was threatening her.
The tendril at her mouth increased pressure, twisting in her lips. It was like sucking on a cock and she knew it would only take a little moment before she was taking it into her mouth. The idea of having her face fucked with the same inhuman strokes that brutalized her cunt was tempting; she knew it would hurt but the helplessness was already fueling the orgasms that somehow wracked her body.
Quinn struggled to stop, barely able to concentrate with the pleasure and pain coursing through her body. She spasmed again, jerking against the tendrils that held her tightly in place.
Even the tendrils at her breasts were making it hard to concentrate. They boiled and slipped over her skin, coating them in the slime that set her skin on fire. She ached to have something touching her nipples, but the blind caressing wasn't enough. It was just on the edge of her senses, one more thing that sent her body into pleasurable overdrive.
The tendril at her sphincter pulled away.
Quinn gasped through her clenched teeth, praying for thanks.
It impaled her asshole with a single stroke that rammed a quarter meter of slick cock past the tightly-clenched hole. It was nothing like Rober, only a thick coil of hardness that plunged deep into her bowels and stretched her insides.
She screamed out at the unexpected thrust, her entire body locking as an orgasm over orgasm slammed into her. Too late, she realized her mouth had opened when the tendril thrust in. Like the one in her ass, it drove deep until it hammered against the back of her throat.
Quinn gagged on it before it drew out, scraping along her teeth.
The tendril didn't seem to respond to her scraping teeth as it pulled out and then drove forward again, smacking against the back of her throat.
Her chest spasmed from the impact and she gagged at the impact. The slime was pouring down her throat now, filling her stomach with rapidly warming liquid that sent more waves of pleasure.
Between the thrusts of the tendril in her mouth, she was impaled by her other two holes. The two inside her pussy didn't slow down as they assaulted her, thrusting deep and hard before filling her completely. The one in her ass was taking longer, if that was possible, strokes that swelled the skin of her belly as it stopped deep inside her. It was strange to have her ass full, it felt like her entire insides were a tight tube stretched around the tendril; she could feel every centimeter that wriggled deep inside her body.
She gagged on the tendril forcing its way into her throat. It didn't just press down, but yank almost completely out of her mouth before spearing forward. When it hit the back of her throat, the slime-soaked opening was no resistance as it curved down deep into her throat. She could feel her neck swell as it thrust deep, her chest spasming with the helpless reflex to eject the intruder.
A burst of discomfort burned through her. Blinded and helpless, it took her a moment to shift through her senses to realize that a third tendril had thrust into her tightly packed pussy. It was too much, but somehow it was forcing its way in. Her insides were ground against each other as the three tendrils found for her depths, hammering against her cervix before yanking out. There was no moment that something wasn't moving against her pussy lips or thrusting against her gate. It was a brutal assault and she gagged on the tendril thrusting her face with the desperate need to do something, to respond to the monster that wasn't giving her even a chance to breathe.
Having three tendrils fucking her cunt was almost too much. Her hips strained to keep them as they drove into her, powering into her pussy with waves of pleasure. She didn't think she would every be able to take Skein's or another human's cock anymore. Nothing so small could fill her compared to the three tendrils that fucked her.
There was only a hint when another tendril impaled her ass. The sudden surge of rippling length that impaled her sphincter was nothing compared to the sharp pain and then the sensation of being filled. The thrusts into her ass were longer, deeper as they curved into her body. Her stomach swelled with every thrust, but the pressure never relented. She was being fucked from all three holes and it hurt as much as it felt good.
When the second tendril worked its way into her mouth, she opened her jaw as far as it would go. It cracked with the effort as the twisting tendril coiled inside her and then down her throat. It blocked off her breath as it reached almost to her stomach before pulling out. Just as it reached her tongue and slime-filled mouth, the first tendril was barreling into her throat, forcing it open as it drove.
Her chest and lungs continued to spasm with every thrust. She gasped, or tried do, but there was no air left in her lungs. Any chance of air was blocked off by the two tendrils that raped her throat. There was no way to inhale, or to exhale.
Quinn jerked in her bounds as black spots swam across her vision, adding to the white blasts from her orgasms. Her world turned into a halo of static as her ears filled with her pounding heartbeat and every millimeter of ridged flesh burned against her senses.
It felt surreal as she was fucked. She was stuffed to her limits, her belly swollen with tentacles that impaled her. Her pussy and ass were continually assaulted, impaled with rapid-fire tendrils that filled her completely before yanking out.
The waves of pleasure rose inside her, fueled by her lack of air. The black and white seemed to merge into a singularity of sensation where there was no ecstasy or agony, only intensity. It assaulted her senses and drove her further into a darkness that threatened to engulf her.
She came. It was an orgasm of orgasms, a single burst of intensity that tore through her tenses. She could feel the seven tendrils assaulting her body and her helpless to do anything, even when she was being suffocated by two of them.
The pleasure rose to a sharp-edge intensity and every muscle in her body ground down, locking her in place despite the tendrils that assaulted her.
The monster kept fucking her, deep and powerful, more than any human male. She felt helpless pleasure from being used, fucked, raped.
The jaws of unconsciousness rose up to clamp down. As she was dragged down, there was the briefest wave of worry through her head, what if she would never woke up?