Au_ra Final_Fantasy tentacle_rape

Linnea: It doesn't matter how accomplished you are, how revered, how powerful your sword is, how well crafted your armor.
One wrong step in a dark dungeon, and you find yourself like her, a trapped and bound fucktoy. Eventually forgotten by everyone except the creature that now posesses you. For the rest of your life.

The_Mr_J: This is why you always go adventuring alone.

Linnea: Ultimately, it wouldn't matter.. there's no escape or safety from a true tentacle trap, for example.. (I take no credit for this, someone posted this on Hentai Foundry)

"Where'd our tank go?"
"...mmmmfffff!"
"Probably went back to town ahead of us."
"Mmmfff! Mfffff!"
"Yeah she was pretty adamant about to get the fuck out of this place. We're done here, let's go. We'll meet her back at the inn."

The_Mr_J: That is true. You never know when a pit will open up below you swarming with tentacles. Or when a stone wall will slide open, a tentacle grabbing and dragging one female party member away before the wall slams shut again, closing her in darkness forever.

Linnea: Exactly, such as here. She'll keep being taken down and nobody will ever find her.
The only trace of her existence a slime covered sword tossed onto the cold dungeon floor moments before a slab sealed the pit and silenced her muffled moans..

The_Mr_J: Dragged down deeper into the ground. Her whole life nothing but the darkness and the tentacles crawling all over her. Her mind slowly descending into broken madness as each orgasm torn out of her fractures her psych a little bit more. And that slime covered sword will be kept up above, used as a lure for the next unlucky adventurer who happens to come by.

Linnea: Soon enough she forgets what she was, who she fought with.. why. Others will stop thinking of her.
She won't even know or care how many others are lured by her sword. The tentacles writhing around and within her are her world now, only stopping briefly so she may birth more of them before they continue.

The_Mr_J: Her body being used and abused, slowly wearing out. Her only food and sustenance coming form the creature keeping her hostage. It's only feeding her to keep her alive so she can breed more tentacle monsters. Her mind destroyed, only able to continue feeding and giving birth. This is her true purpose in life. To be used. To be bred. Its all that matters to her.

Linnea: She never thought this is how she'd live out her life, she thought she'd live her life of adventure for many years to come.
Now she doesn't really think at all. Just has climax after climax forced on her, as her body is used to replace every such creature she ever killed.. and more.. over and over.
That's all she's valued for now, all she was meant to be in the end..

The_Mr_J: It was inevitable, really, that she'd be used this way. Fallen into the clutches of a dark and twisted monster, her body used to breed more sinister beings. Her vision grown dark, her broken senses focused entirely on the tentacles forcing their way into every orifice on her body. Shuddering with each orgasm, her broken mind enjoying the waves of pleasure as she cums and births out more dark hatchlings.
This is perfection. This is the end. Her story is over.

Linnea: Of course, these creatures, these traps exist for the sole purpose of capturing women like her, of stripping her of her armour, her freedom, her pride, leaving only unending forced pleasure.
And when she and her deeds are long forgotten, she'll still be in that pit. Writhing. Moaning. Fucking. Breeding. Nothing else. As you say, her story is done.

The_Mr_J: Her story is done. But there is always another story to tell. Another woman to capture, to strip her of her clothes, her dignity, and her resistance. Another woman to rape with unending tentacles, to rip orgasm after orgasm from her body until she realizes that there's no use fighting. There's no escape. There are only the tentacles filling up every hole on her body making her shake and cum and submit.
There is always another story.

Linnea: Absolutely. So many others following in her footsteps, from accomplished heroines to panting, cumming tentacle sluts, having their bodies used constantly.
Even when so many go missing and they try to tell women to stay away from this awful dungeon, curiosity still wins out, desire for the treasure left behind by... former adventurers.
Always another story, and another waiting trap..