Re: Catherine (Tiffanian)
Catherine could feel the contempt the nightcrawler had for her oozing off of the monster, who simply slapped away her hand with an evil grin when it was offered. Instead the lithe woman grabbed a handful of Catherine’s long black hair and yanked it towards her, pulling the archer across a few planks as she tightened her grip on her wrist. It hurt a fair amount, though not nearly as much as it would have in real life, in keeping with everything else she had encountered in the EGG. Now the dual cocks were just inches from Catherine’s face, dripping slimy pre-cum down onto the deck just in front of her knees, and she stared at them again, captivated once more. The pulsing red members looked simply huge from here, and she was not convinced at all that they would fit inside of her. There was more than just the look of them, though; the air was thick with a musky smell, the nightcrawler’s pheromones filling the archer’s nostrils. She breathed it in deeply, finding it incredibly stimulating as she wet her panties even more with her juices. The moment seemed to go on forever, until finally the monster spoke to her harshly. Catherine didn’t need to understand the language to know that she was being commanded to suck.
The archer hesitated for only a moment, but it was apparently too much for the nightcrawler. It yanked her hair again, forcing her to let out a pained gasp, and then jammed its lower cock into her open mouth, the upper cock coming down on the bridge of her nose and her forehead, upsetting her glasses. There was a slimy, salty taste to the rod, not at all like a human’s and mildly disgusting, though something about it turned Catherine on more. The monster gripped her hair and wrist even more tightly, tugging on her scalp as it began to thrust into her mouth. A glob of precum oozed out onto her tongue, the somewhat unpleasant taste pervading her taste buds for a while before she swallowed it down, the tip of the cock rubbing back and forth on her tongue as it continued to thrust. The upper cock began to twist and bend the bridge of the archer’s glasses as it rubbed against her nose and forehead, until it finally twisted them off of her as a glob of slimy precum smeared into the skin of her forehead. It continued to thrust slowly, going a little bit deeper each time, the nightcrawler claiming Catherine’s mouth for its cock an inch at a time.
With each thrust the archer became more and more acclimated to the presence of the long, thick cock inside of her mouth, and she was quickly developing a taste for her rapist’s slimy pre-cum. She stopped trying to swallow the salty globs immediately after they oozed out onto her tongue, letting them settle onto her tongue for a while, letting the taste soak in before she gulped it down. Eventually the hard rod began to poke deeply into her throat, but she didn’t gag. Catherine had been vaguely worried about that; she had always hated it when her boyfriends had wanted her to deepthroat them, because she had hated the feeling of gagging around a cock. It was quite the relief that she wouldn’t have to experience that now, and probably ever in her time in the EGG. That worry alleviated, she found herself so terribly turned on that she couldn’t stand it. Even though the nightcrawler was still gripping her hair painfully the thick smell of its musk, its increasingly arousing taste, and the psychological effect were overriding the pain in a big way. The archer began to use her tongue on the monster’s cock, licking along the underside of her own free will, giving special attention to its head whenever it was shallow enough in her mouth.
The nightcrawler seemed to enjoy this, making slight noises as it began to thrust into Catherine’s mouth a little quicker. The human had to close her eyes to keep dribbles of pre-cum from seeping into them, her forehead thoroughly glazed with the slimy substance. After only a short while she opened them once more to look up with fuzzy vision at the beautiful black monster fucking her face, and the thick red cock rubbing just between her eyes. She was mesmerized by the sight as her tongue wormed against the nightcrawler’s lower cock, her mind briefly wandering to thoughts of it stuffing her gushing pussy, the upper cock hammering away at her untested asshole. She didn’t have long to fantasize before the monster picked things up a notch again, letting go of her wrist to grab the back of her head. As her arm flopped down to limply rest at her side, the nightcrawler started to fuck her face in earnest, thrusting harder, faster, deeper, the upper cock now slapping against her forehead. Catherine was so incredibly aroused by the whole package of what was happening to her that her panties were soaked through with her love juices, a trail running down her inner thighs and dripping slowly onto the deck below.
Her hands, which had been hanging at her sides, came up to grip the cups of her dress and flip them down, freeing her ample chest. The archer quickly went to work groping herself, kneading her pliant flesh firmly as she looked up at the cruel monster, using her mouth and tongue as best as she knew how to pleasure it. She wanted to really start to satisfy herself as she sucked the nightcrawler off, to plunge her fingers into her sopping cunt, but something stopped her from doing so; it just felt like the wrong thing to do for some reason. As such she contented herself with mashing her breasts. The monster was really into it now, gripping the back of her head tightly as it humped her with increasing force. It was using her mouth like a cheap sex toy, without the slightest bit of care, but she was far too horny to be bothered. A particularly strong thrust finally forced the tip of the monster’s lower cock into Catherine’s throat, and she began to roughly pinch her nipples in response, upping her stimulation of herself to match the nightcrawler’s. It kept up thrusting like that, using her entire mouth and some of her throat to pleasure its cock, its other member forcefully slapping her face with each stroke, and she gripped her breasts tightly as she rolled her nipples between her fingers, right up until she heard Roger call her name.
Suddenly Catherine’s eyes darted to the side to find him, her hands freezing in place. A feeling of guilt washed over her as she watched him try to resist, embarrassed both that she had surrendered and that she was openly getting off on being facefucked. Her heart sank as she watched the sailor get tackled to the ground, his weapon taken from him by the other nightcrawlers, but she didn’t have long to worry about it. With an intense, primal roar the monster slammed its cock as deeply into her as it could, until she gave its crotch a lewd kiss with her lips wrapped around its member, and it began to unleash its load. The archer let out a muffled moan, her hands squeezing her chest tightly again as she felt the warm, slimy substance pour down her throat and over her forehead and into her hair. She could feel that it was filled with tiny little beads, something approximating fish eggs as best as she could compare. She really had to close her eyes now to avoid the slime getting into them as the stuff ran down her face. The nightcrawler came for a few seconds, pumping the eggs into her stomach, before finally easing up a bit. Catherine slowly slid off the monster’s dick, her lips still tight around it, but she resisted the urge to clean its member with her tongue, Roger’s losing battle coming back to her mind as she let go of her breasts and began to wipe the cum away from her eyes. Though the creature eased off of her, it didn’t let go, keeping a firm fistful of hair as it turned its attention elsewhere.
Catherine also turned her attention elsewhere, looking over to Roger with a sad frown on her face as she saw him restrained. Even despite her intense arousal, she still felt bad about having left him out to dry like that. Two of the creatures then walked over to her and the nightcrawler that had just finished fucking her face, beginning to converse in a beautiful, lyrical language. Of course, their tone of voice was quite harsh, more or less ruining the sound. They seemed to be deciding what to do with their captives, which didn’t take them long at all. One of the lithe monsters took hold of the archer’s hair in place of the one who had fucked her face, that one walking over to Roger while the other two stuck around with her. The one holding her hair wrenched it hard, twirling her around on her knees as she groaned out in pain. Once she was turned the other way the second nightcrawler took hold of the back of her dress with its claws and ripped downward, tearing the leather to shreds that fell to the floor around her. Once her clothes were off her hair was yanked again, this time forcing her face and lower body roughly into the floor. This way her ass was forced up into the air, and she couldn’t help but push her butt higher up, presenting her dripping pussy to the monster behind her. She needed those cocks inside of her badly, her arousal nearly unbearable. Please, don’t keep me waiting… she thought, almost desperate to get off.
Catherine didn’t have to wait too long before the nightcrawler holding her hair shifted off to the side, using her shoulders instead to press her against the ground. This was much preferable, giving her the ability to raise her head up off the deck, though it did press her breasts tightly against the rough wooden floor. At almost the same time the transfer took place, the other monster slapped her ass harshly, laughing at her as she groaned in pain again. She was again thankful that the game was keeping the pain factor down, because she was sure there had to be a bright red imprint of a hand on one of her buttcheeks. Then the creature grabbed her waist firmly, and she felt those two slimy appendages pressed against bother her lower holes, and she gasped in anticipation; this was the moment she had been waiting for since she first saw those twin members. Almost immediately after she felt them they speared her, the nightcrawler hilting herself in a single thrust, slender, athletic hips bumping up against the archer’s plump backside. It was rough, especially for her first real anal penetration, but she was aroused enough that it felt good, causing her to let slip a lewd moan. This caused even more laughing, and the two monsters abusing her had a conversation over her, the tone making it clear that they were mocking her.
As she was penetrated, Catherine looked up just in time to see the nightcrawler that had raped her mount Roger. She quickly began to bounce up and down on his cock, her own hard members slapping against his toned stomach as she rode him. There was almost no pause between her being penetrated and the monster beginning to thrust roughly into her, pistoning swiftly in and out. It hurt the archer, her untested ass having trouble accommodating the thick rod inside of it, but the feeling of having her pussy stuffed full of cock was more than making up for it. As the thrusts came fast and hard, she could feel that the cock in her ass was making that feeling even better, the extra girth filling up her lower body and forcing her inner walls to clench tighter around the rod pounding her. She couldn’t help but moan out, which made the scene of Roger trying to resist the pleasure all the more heart-wrenching. She wanted to yell out, to tell him that it was okay to give in to the pleasure, but she couldn’t bring herself to. Instead she turned her head to the side, biting her lip to try and keep from making noise. It really wasn’t working very well, and she continued to let out slightly muffled moans with each thrust.
Catherine was actually somewhat surprised that she was getting off so hard on such a rough fucking. Maybe it was the fact that the EGG dimmed the pain, leaving her with a higher proportion of pleasure in the act. Maybe she had just a bit of a masochist hiding inside of her. Maybe it was more the psychological aspect that she was enjoying… she had never been dominated like this before, and it was possible that the way the cruel monster was slamming into her, only caring about its own pleasure as it mocked and made fun of her was turning her on. Whatever the case, she could feel herself rapidly approaching orgasm as the twin cocks pounded her needy pussy and tight ass, each thrust shaking her a little and making her stiff nipples scrape against the wooden deck.
Her hands were still free since she was being restrained by her waist and shoulders, giving her the ability to help herself along, and she couldn’t resist the temptation. One of her hands moved between her legs, starting to stroke her clit firmly as the nightcrawler pistoned into her. This drew even more laughing and derision from the monsters, but the archer didn’t care. She needing this orgasm more than she had ever needed any in her life, and she knew that it was going to be powerful. If she could make it even more so, then she was alright with humiliating herself in front of the cruel creatures to do it. She continued to moan lewdly, pressing hard on her pleasure button as the nightcrawler pounded her quivering holes, and it wasn’t much longer before she was rocked by the single most incredible orgasm she had ever felt. She squealed out in ecstasy, her fingers mashing down on her clit as her inner walls contracted rhythmically around the thick rod that was filling it up, forcing her love juices to squirt out copiously against the deck. Though she might have expected this moment to have drawn some serious laughter out of the nightcrawlers, it didn’t; her own orgasm was giving too much pleasure to the one fucking her, her contracting pussy milking its cock quite effectively. The twin members erupted inside of her lower holes, spurting egg-filled, slimy cum into her womb and bowels, filling her up quite full. After a few more seconds of spurting off into Catherine the nightcrawler pulled out, a significant amount of the cum flowing out of her overfilled holes and splattering onto the messy wooden deck. She continued to stroke her clit, now gently in order to enhance the afterglow of her orgasm and to keep herself warmed up and ready; they were almost certainly not done with her yet.
Of course, as she recovered from her orgasm the second nightcrawler manipulated Catherine’s view again, pulling her fuzzy vision back to Roger and the monster that had raped her face earlier. The sailor was grunting and groaning, fighting against his inevitable orgasm with all he had, and once again she felt guilty for having embraced the pleasure so fully. She stopped playing with her clit, dropping her arm to the deck in shame, but she also felt a certain amount of jealousy as she watched the scene. She wanted that to be her riding Roger, to feel his cock hitting deep inside her. Finally he gave in to the pleasure, crying out as he pumped his cum into the creature’s cunt, which only caused it to ride him faster, harder, its cocks bouncing mesmerizingly against his stomach. It wasn’t too awful long before the nightcrawler reached its second orgasm, egg-less cum spurting out of both of its cocks, covering the sailor’s stomach and dribbling down to his thighs and sides, a sight that the archer couldn’t help but find arousing. Once it was satisfied it seemed to issue a command, which got the others riled up. There was a short argument over who knows what, but it was resolved quickly enough that there wasn’t any hope of the five of them fighting and giving Catherine and Roger a chance of getting away.
Once the little disagreement was over the nightcrawler that had been holding the archer’s shoulders down tucked its arm up under her waist, the athletic creature lifting her effortlessly. It carried her over to Roger, who looked up at her apologetically, telling her that this was all his fault. "No… no, it’s mine…" she said, shaking her head violently. She was the one who had given up before she had to, not him. She was the one who had been so pathetically weak that she hadn’t managed to land a hit of any kind on the black creature attacking her. Catherine was soon laid on top of the sailor, and she briefly thought that the monsters were going to force them to give each other oral in front of all of them, though that was dispelled when she was dropped just short of being able to, her ample bosom pressed against his chest, her eyes level with his cum-covered stomach. She knew she was dripping egg-filled cum just beyond his head from her overfilled holes, she could hear it splattering against the wooden planks below, and she grimaced. She knew that they were probably both about to be violated, and she just wanted the nightcrawlers to hurry up and start so she didn’t have to think about it much longer.
They quickly obliged, one of the creatures that had sat out of the other sessions lowering itself onto Roger’s erection just in front of Catherine’s face. The sailor gasped out, clearly feeling the pleasure, and she couldn’t help but hope that he would give up for the moment, giving in to that feeling so that he wouldn’t make her feel bad about herself. At the same time she could barely see one of the nightcrawlers walking around behind her, to take her in both of her lower holes. She could hardly wait for it. In the meantime the creature that had already begun riding Roger grabbed a fistful of the archer’s hair, tugging it painfully as she pulled her head towards those bobbing, bouncing cocks. She groaned loudly, her abused scalp sore, as the members passed by barely an inch from her lips. At almost the same time the one behind her slammed its members into her all the way to the hilt, its entry eased by the slick cum that coated her inner walls. Her groan of pain transitioned into a moan as she felt the nightcrawler’s hips slap against her butt, her eyes fluttering closed and then opening again to look up at the beautiful black creature that was raping her lover.
It rewarded Catherine by continuing to yank her hair, this time straight up, for no other reason than to hurt her. At the same time the one behind her pounded her viciously, slamming its dicks into her with enough force to make her body rock back and forth, lewd wet slapping noises emanating from their coupling. It was rough and somewhat painful and quite a bit degrading, but the young archer couldn’t help but enjoy it. She gave in to the temptation offered to her by the nightcrawler before her and stuck out her tongue, licking the bright red cocks as her tormentor yanked her up and down by her hair, getting drops of slimy pre-cum smeared onto her taste buds. Her eyes darted side to side, noting that the remaining three monsters were stroking themselves off to the side, clearly enjoying the show. She wished that she knew Roger wouldn’t judge her for giving in a bit, because she wanted to reach out with her hands and stroke the nightcrawler’s members for it as she licked them, bringing it to orgasm faster. She also wished that he would reach out to her, wanting to feel his rough fingers playing with her clit and thighs.
It wasn’t to be. Even without Roger’s help, though, Catherine was soon on the way to her second orgasm, the rough pounding more than enough stimulation for her. When the sailor suggested that she pretend that it was him fucking her she groaned; there wasn’t any way he could slam her like this, filling both her holes to capacity at the same time. She didn’t want to imagine him being this rough with her anyway, it was just a weird and wrong image. It took only a few more minutes of this treatment to push her over the edge again, though it seemed like much longer to the archer. She screamed out her bliss, the nightcrawler in front of her taking the opportunity to muffle her by yanking her hair roughly, pulling her onto its lower cock as it moaned and began to pump cum down her throat and into her hair. At the same time the one behind her made one last hard thrust before shooting its own egg-filled load into her already sloppy holes. All the while Catherine twitched and writhed in the grip of an orgasm even more powerful than her last, her love juices and some of the slimy cum squirting out of her convulsing pussy, some of it onto Roger. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the other three unleash their spunk onto her back, covering her almost completely in warm liquid. She wasn’t coming down from her peak, and could feel her fatigue coming through as her body continued to spasm on top of the sailor while the cruel monsters laughed at her, passing out quietly with her lips still wrapped around a thick cock.
In the darkness Catherine’s consciousness was stirred by a popup. The game informed her that she had been enslaved, and thus had lost well over half of her destiny score. It also offered her the option to either fast-forward through her enslavement, or play it out. She was torn by the decision somewhat. She wasn’t sure how she felt about this rough stuff, on the one hand. On the other, she had enjoyed that a fair amount with the help of the EGG, and she had been curious about slavery… it also seemed to indicate that it wouldn’t be permanent, and she would have a chance to escape. Of course, she was also worried that she might give in, and miss her chance. She didn’t want her game to end here, not this soon… still, she chose to play through the enslavement; she would simply have to be careful about it.
