<div class="floatright">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/sample_51dbc3cb49774acbfd662006774056c3_zpsoxvuumd0.jpg)</div><strong>The heroine of justice, Alicia Fasettaros</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291505.msg14317176#msg14317176)<br/><strong>Active effects:</strong>11 con damage (out of 14 con), HP 0/12, defeated!<br/><strong>Money:</strong>181 gp<br/><strong>Expended:</strong>2 arcane pool points, Frostbite, Grease, pearl of power, 1 dose urea<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Alicia had fantasized about how her first time would go. It would be a romantic affair with a charming prince, who would lay her down gently on silken sheets strewn with rose petals. They would embrace and kiss and savor the moment with one another until the time was right. Then she would shyly spread her legs, and he would take her gently and softly to the heights of bliss...<br/><br/>It was definitely not being roughly fucked in the ass by the uncaring tentacles of a monster probably so ugly that it had to hide in darkness, while instead of kisses her face was shoved against the sopping sex of a sex-craved slut and under a waterfall of fluids of dubious viscosity and origins. Worse of all, she was being forced to feel good and be pleasured against her will from this kind of treatment. Alicia's eyes teared up from the pain of violation and the humiliation that she was being forced to suffer. The smells of lust and breeding continuously assaulting her nose was getting increasingly difficult to resist, to not fall into depravity like her comrades. Her empty sex ached until it needed to be filled almost as badly as her swollen breasts needed to be milked. No relief was to be had from her clit either, as the nub continued to be teased mercilessly but never enough for the last push over the edge.<br/><br/>In a small act of defiance she turned her head to the side so it was her cheek instead of her mouth being rubbed against Lydia's sex, still clutching to that final spark of resistance that was keeping her from giving in to the same fate that the others had. She gritted her teeth, doing her best to muffle the grunts being forced from her throat each time the tentacle slammed into her delicate rear, bringing a fresh wave of pain and degradation that her body was getting off to despite herself.