The assault dragged on, as the tentacles teased and tormented the women.  They continued to tease Lydia without offering any satisfaction, and were almost careful in their avoidance of entering Alicia's sex.  It could have been minutes, hours, or even days.  The women struggled to focus through the haze of what they had been injected with, then, like a slow wake from a dream, light began to seep into their vision once again as the sensations in their bodies became a confusing jumble of chaos.<br/><br/>It was almost with a physical, audible, pop that Alicia found herself face down in a soft silken pillow.  A tentacle, no, a hulking brute of a human, rested on one hand above her as his cock slid in and out of her abused ass.  Lydia experienced the same sensation as a dim wooden ceiling came into view.  She was on her back, legs spread, a bestial looking human rubbing the length of his cock against her folds before, with a wicked grin, he buried himself into her.  Belgana was the last to feel the pop.  She was the only one on a bed, a low cot covered in a thick mattress.  She rested on top of a human who, from his size, must have been half-ogre.  His legs were off the edge of the bed, and his cock was buried in her sex.  A second man, slimmer, shorter, stood behind her, his cock buried in her ass  as he thrust in and out.<br/><br/>The trio glanced around to see that they were in a large room with stone walls and no windows.  The floor was tile but covered in blankets, pillows, rugs, and more.  The ceiling was wood, with thick beams running the length to support what was above.  A heavy wooden door was the only entrance or exit they could see.  There were at least a dozen men in the room, and an equal number of women.  The men were a varied lot, the women varied in height and hair colour but were, otherwise, almost sisters.  They were curvaceous and well built with large breasts and wide hips.  Many had a symbol tattooed on their body, a knotted tentacle.  It was around one woman's nipple, and on another's ass.<br/><br/>The trio did not feel well, and could see no sign of their equipment.  The door had a heavy lock, but whether it was actually locked was impossible to tell.  There was no indication of how they had gotten there, or for how long they'd been there.<br/><br/>OOC: The women have recovered any CON damage, but are all at 2HP.  I will leave any lasting physical effects up to you.