Let her go

You let her go. She turns around and you watch her climb up above deck. Their song calms in an instant, and only one command remains: ‘Ĉ̶͚̬̠͛̓̔̈́̑̕O̵̝̬͕̝̤̎M̵̝̆͌̃Ȇ̴̹̦̞̝̖͓͘͘͠ ̸̥̬͕̯̌̉͠A̴̡͓̔̽̀͜N̵̛̺̝̉̽̏D̴̦̱̃̐ ̸̧̡̝̫̒̾̆̎Ẁ̴͓̭̥͍̬͗̈́͒̿Ȃ̶̢͍̻͚͖̰̳͊͝Ṱ̷͓̖̞̇͂̚͝Ç̴͛́̏̌͘Ḩ̶̢̢̖̖̗͎̔̑̔̓.’

The sounds of their coupling can be heard long before you see. The wet squelch of the creatures’ rubbery appendages, and the Captain’s moans, muffled and ****. Tentacles squirm inside her mouth and between her legs. Round, red circles cover her skin, marking their sucker’s kiss. Stiff nipples crown her pale and naked tits, squeezed and sucked by slimy eels.

A squirmer flaps its wings, soars, and chokes her upright. Green slime drips from her every orifice. It pitter-patters down to the deck and pools into fetid puddles. The Captain chokes out a wearied moan. Another appendage explodes above her and showers her with more. She sucks it up, her violet tongue lolling from the corner of her mouth.

Their song is mocking, and they call again: ‘Ĉ̶͚̬̠͛̓̔̈́̑̕O̵̝̬͕̝̤̎M̵̝̆͌̃Ȇ̴̹̦̞̝̖͓͘͘͠ ̸̥̬͕̯̌̉͠A̴̡͓̔̽̀͜N̵̛̺̝̉̽̏D̴̦̱̃̐ ̸̧̡̝̫̒̾̆̎Ẁ̴͓̭̥͍̬͗̈́͒̿Ȃ̶̢͍̻͚͖̰̳͊͝Ṱ̷͓̖̞̇͂̚͝Ç̴͛́̏̌͘Ḩ̶̢̢̖̖̗͎̔̑̔̓.’

You hear steps, and then Mariner after Mariner joins you up on deck. Every one of them pulls out his cock. The squirmers puppet their victim down on all fours, and point her face at the mob. The one abusing her throat withdraws, and she hacks up spit and slime.

”Fuck!” She rasps, her eyes dull with horror. A pallid, squirming tentacle squelches inside her and displaces more and more leaking green from her pussy. A bulging growth pumps into her ass with appalling speed. She no longer shakes her head and nods instead. ”Do it! Do it then! What are you waiting for, you fucking bastards?”

You scream. The song speaks to you, goads you. You shut it out and scream it away.

The crew do not. Some look away, others mumble silent prayers. But each and every one is rubbing his cock. Then one steps forward. He looks old; his belly is swollen, and ruddy skin sags from a once-thin body. His cock is a small and gnarled, a misshapen thing. He grabs her hair and fucks her face. The Captain gags and shivers.

He does not last long. She spits out the shrivelled cock, then coughs up a torrent of thick cum. Another Mariner approaches and paints her face a dirty white. Then another, and another. They unload over her face and hair. Over her tits, and even over her ass, still ravaged by the squirmers. She moans something. The same hoarse words, again and again. ”Thank you.”

The song swells as the creatures withdraw. The Captain, no longer propped up by their slimy appendages, flops down on her belly. Drool, tainted green with their cum, leaks from her mouth, and more slime from her other holes. One last Mariner crouches down and finishes on her face. She smiles a feeble smile.

You have lost [1] Sanity

Your Sanity is now {if Sanity = 3} 3 – Bad Dreams {elseif Sanity = 2} 2 – Nightmares {elseif Sanity = 1} 1 -- THE TERROR {elseif@} X -- You are not playing {endif}

The mist is gone, and the squirmers dance in the weak light of the Sundered Sun. ‘C̴̛̙̿̓H̴̭̪͉̑Ò̴̯̜̍̀Ơ̴̜͇̭̍Ş̷̘̅̀̕E̵̪̕.’ They sing. ‘C̴̛̙̿̓H̴̭̪͉̑Ò̴̯̜̍̀Ơ̴̜͇̭̍Ş̷̘̅̀̕E̵̪̕.’