[Quickie] Liza's Gangrape And Tentacles

Author's Note: Hey, this was never meant to be a serious story. The idea came to me one night when my libido was high, and I wrote it down. I don't want to delete it, so I hope someone gets some enjoyment out of it.

Disclaimer: Please be advised that the following work of fiction contains themes of rape. Any similarity to actual characters or situations is purely coincidental. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Liza tries to fight back, but she's no match for the group of men. They overpower her, tearing off her clothes and violating her in every way imaginable. They leer at her, making vulgar comments and propositions, and before she knows it, they've forced her to the ground and are taking turns violating her. But even as she lies there, barely conscious and in pain, a part of her can't help but feel a thrill of excitement.

The men leave Liza there, lying in the street and gasping for breath. But as she lies there, she realizes that she's not alone. Another group of men has come across her, and they're eager to continue where the first group left off. And so, Liza finds herself being passed from one group of men to another, violated and abused over and over again.

And then, she was drugged, causing her to hallucinate.

Suddenly, she felt a strange tingling sensation in the soles of her feet. She looked down and saw that the pavement was writhing and pulsing beneath her. She tried to step back, but she was rooted to the spot. The ground started to split open, and a massive tentacle emerged.

The tentacle was covered in slimy, green scales, and its tip was split into a dozen writhing tendrils. Liza's eyes widened in terror as she realized what was happening. The tentacle wrapped around her ankle, pulling her towards the growing fissure in the pavement. She screamed and kicked, but the tentacle was too strong. It dragged her down into the dark, cavernous hole beneath the street.

Liza found herself in a massive underground chamber. The walls were covered in slimy green moss, and the air was heavy with the stench of decay. In the center of the room, there was a massive, pulsing orb that glowed with an unnatural light. Tendrils and tentacles of all sizes and shapes erupted from the orb, writhing and thrashing like the arms of an octopus.

Liza was thrown to the ground, and she looked up to see the largest tentacle of them all looming over her. It was at least ten feet in diameter, and it was covered in rows of razor-sharp teeth. It reached down and wrapped around her waist, lifting her up into the air. She screamed and struggled, but the tentacle was too strong. It carried her towards the pulsing orb in the center of the room.

The tentacle pulled her closer and closer, until she was face-to-face with the orb. The tendrils and tentacles that surrounded the orb started to converge on her, wrapping around her limbs and pulling her into their embrace. She screamed and fought, but it was no use. The tentacles were too strong, and the orb was too powerful.

Liza was lost in a sea of writhing tentacles. They probed her every orifice, violating her in ways she never thought possible. She screamed and cried, but no one could hear her. She was trapped in the chamber, at the mercy of the tentacle monster.

Days passed, and Liza was never seen or heard from again. Some say she was taken by the men, never to return. Others say that she died of a drug overdose. But no one knows the truth.