Time slowed and a pink light raised both Bridgette and a very surprised Alice into the air. Bridgette had already been mostly naked, her temporary emergency use shirt and thin leggings having been destroyed by the fight with the orc warriors. Alice, on the other hand, shrieked as her dress vanished, leaving her nude in air, and she tried to cover herself with her hands. Dozens of pink tentacles exploded forth from the light, restraining the girls by grabbing their wrists, ankles, and throats.
The tentacles moved the now nude and bound women in the air, facing each other in spread eagle positions. Alice opened her mouth, trying to compin, when a tentacle shoved its way into her face and began roughly fucking her throat. As she gagged in surprise and protest, she could see that a simir tentacle had done the same to Bridgette. Alice then felt tentacles spreading her legs and parting her ass cheeks, fully exposing her to the camp, before they penetrated her through both holes at the same time and began pumping into her.
Alice could feel her arousal building, despite how abrupt and rough the treatment was, and more tentacles wrapped around her breasts and began sucking and biting at her nipples. Another tentacle twined around her thigh, following its way up the path of glowing pink kiss tattoos she had received from Fi. The tentacles inside her kept a steady rhythm, the bulbous appendage thrusting into her, the wet sp of tentacle on flesh only increasing along with her pleasure. Alice felt hours pass, held in pce and relentlessly fucked by the tentacles without relief. Somehow, she was magically being prevented from orgasm - the tentacles just pounding into her without cumming, and she wasn't either. She tottered on the edge of orgasm as day turned to night and back to day, her mind spiraling into madness.
Tentacles gripped her even harder, painful on her skin, leaving welts across her torso and breasts as the relentless assault reached a crescendo, the tentacles pulsing as they neared their climax. Alice needed this, needed release more than she needed food, water, or even air, having been held helpless in their grasp but desperate for release for what felt now like years of sexual torture. Alice had no idea how many decades had passed, the world spinning around the sun, as the tentacle monster had ravaged her, but knew it must have been long enough that she would have turned old and gray. She felt a hot seed spurt into her, down her throat and into her pussy and ass, all at once. The sensation triggered another wave of ecstasy from her, sending her over the edge as she screamed her orgasm into the tentacles.
The orgasm continued as if a piano with a single note stuck down, Alice's mind already having snapped under the pleasure. For hours, or even days, Alice existed in a constant state of mid-orgasm euphoria. Her brain couldn't understand how this was possible, but her body didn't need to understand to feel the rapture. The tentacles continued pumping their magical pink cum into the bound healer, eventually withdrawing and then spraying her down with yet more mysterious semen until she was covered in the sticky substance, her mind shattered, and her body twitching.
The pink light faded and Alice gradually regained her senses, the tentacle monster gently pcing her down on feet that had not touched the ground in several centuries of erotic torture. She gnced around, seeing Bridgette touching down next to her at the same time, the other woman simirly covered in pink semen, her eyes and hair dyed pink, and glowing with a sexual energy so fierce it almost looked like she was surrounded by a fire. Throughout the magical event, no matter how Alice's mind had broken, no matter how many millennia the experience seemed like it had sted, she had known in the depths of her soul that Bridgette was right next to her, having the exact same experience.
"Was it good for you too, babe?" Bridgette asked, her voice husky.
"Incredible," Alice agreed, her own voice surprising her at how it sounded changed ... almost sexy. "Is it always like that?" She gnced down, catching a glimpse of her hair which was now bright pink instead of its usual bck. Even the small patch of fuzz she kept as a neatly trimmed nding strip above her vagina appeared to be a natural pink color. She registered the fact that she was still nude, now covered in tentacle cum, but for some reason it didn't seem to trigger the immediate panic reaction that it had when the tentacle assault began. How odd, she thought.
"Go get 'em, gals," said Fi's voice as the tentacles faded away. Alice blinked in surprise as time resumed. What had felt like eons of nonstop sexual torture from the tentacles had somehow compressed into a few seconds, and now she was back in the thick of the fight, surrounded by orcs, wargs, and her friends. The abrupt change from ages of sexual torture to seconds ter being thrust into combat was jarring, but Alice knew how to respond.
Alice turned, pink energy bzing from her hands as she furiously cast heals, bringing Colin, Deirdre, and Moonwhisper back to full health and aiding their actions. The giant ethereal tentacle monster reached out, gently picking Alice up, and pulling her into its embrace, surrounding her protectively as she cast. Colin gaped in amazement, blushing furiously while trying not to stare at Alice, and cast another lightning bolt with a "bzzt" sound, more orcs fshing to ash in an electrified instant.
Deirdre and Moonwhisper leaped out of the warg pen, having successfully killed all the evil monstrosities. Blood dripped from Moonwhisper's fangs and cws as she proudly surveyed the orc camp, then dug her paws in and leaped thirty feet in a single bound, pouncing upon one of the orc shaman and knocking it prone. The primal dire wolf then savagely bit down, ripping the orc's throat open in a spray of gore and blood. Deirdre unleashed a flurry of arrows, sying three more of the orcs that ran screaming around the camp, before stowing her bow and pulling her sword once more, leaping into melee combat with the remaining orc shaman.
As Bridgette turned to join Deirdre, a new orc stepped forth, bellowing a challenge. The orc chief had finally emerged. The creature was almost nine feet tall, dressed in a sturdy leather armor, and carried two axes which were raised toward Bridgette. As the orc chief's battle cry echoed across the camp, a glowing red haze surrounded all remaining orcs, and they fought harder, bloodlust taking hold of their senses. Two orcs joined the remaining shaman, facing Deidre in a three versus one battle of steel. The elven woman danced between the bdes, spinning effortlessly as the orcs grew angry, swinging harder and screaming in an effort to strike down the puny huntress.
The chieftain unched himself into a run, his iron-cd boots savagely pounding the dirt of the camp as he raced toward Bridgette. He swung his axes in his hands, the wicked barbs catching the light of the just-rising morning sun, as he reached the nude barbarian woman. The orc chief struck, his two axes fshing forward, Bridgette dodging one attack and catching the second upon her own greataxe. Then the orc picked up his foot and kicked Bridgette in the chest hard enough to send her flying backward a dozen feet. Bridgette rolled with the blow, coming to a halt with feet outstretched and a palm to the ground, the other holding her greataxe behind her in a cssic superhero nding pose.
