The group had fallen, but the tentacles never stopped coming.  Alicia and Lydia found themselves lifted as well, a coiled tentacle around each wrist and ankle, other tentacles swinging in to spray them with an almost mist-like white substance that clung to their armour and stunk of the ocean.  Where it encountered non-living organic material, leather straps, cotton, wool, it began to eat away at it.  Where it encountered metal, it began to rust and tarnish.  It was not long before the trio were naked, the tentacles slithering around and across their bodies.<br/><br/>The word seemed to grow hazy around the trio.  The walls wavered, then seemed to fall away into darkness.  They found themselves hovering in a vast empty void, only each other and the tentacles for company.  Some small part of their minds, some ancient prey instinct, screamed about an unseen but horrific beast beneath them.  A creature so large it dwarfed imagining.<br/><br/>Belgana felt a tentacle wrap itself tightly around her left breast, squeezing it.  Then, it curled around and seemed to engulf her nipple, a faint wetness, a faint suction, accompanying the touch.  Another slithered up her legs to rub against her sex, not yet penetrating her, but teasing and rubbing against her.  A third coiled around her neck and pressed against her lips.  It secreted a substance that tasted of salt and, like the earlier mist, stunk of the ocean.  It pressed and forced, not giving anything as it tried to enter her mouth.<br/><br/>Lydia felt herself pulled in four directions as if the tentacles were fighting over her very body.  Her shoulders and hips screamed in protest, but the tentacles refused to yield.  They held her taut, even as a fifth tentacle suddenly speared up from below.  It didn't wait, didn't pause.  It found her sex and pressed into her with slow but unyielding force, its surface coated in a tingling fluid, its bulbous tip strangely hard.  A moment later she felt a second pressing against her ass.  It was more gentle, as it slid between the cheeks and pressed lightly against her.  It was well-lubricated and moving slow, but unyielding as it too pressed into her body.<br/><br/>Alicia felt her arms being pulled behind her back.  The tentacles held her so that she hung in an arch downward, breasts and hair hanging, legs spread but curved upwards.  A pair of the stinger tentacles that had given her so much trouble reappeared from the darkness beneath her.  They waved and twirled in front of her vision as if taunting, then pressed forward until their tips rested against the skin of her neck.  They slid downward, scratching a line across her collar bone, across her chest, across the swell of her breasts.  They only stopped when they rested against each of her nipples then, as one, they pierced her yet again.  They began to pump their poisons into her breasts.  A tingling desire, a numbing pain, began to build.  It started in her breasts, which felt like they were expanding, it felt like her skin was too tight, and spread downward along her spine towards her sex.