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Stumbling through the dark tunnel, you can't see any light ahead of you and you can't summon the strength to do a torch spell.

"Oh gods, what's happening to me," you whimper as your penis throbs and a single glob of cum oozes out. You try to ignore your erection, throbbing and demanding attention, and press onwards.

Slowly, you begin to hear a true typhoon of sounds - the sounds of many people moaning in pleasure, crying and even some yelling which was abruptly cut off. You clutch your sword and potion tightly - from the amount of sounds it had to be the main chamber! Perhaps you might find Elizabeth there!

Very, very cautiously - you peer around the corner...

You were right, it had to be the main chamber but nothing could prepare you for the sight.

There had to be literally hundreds of people in there, strung up in the air, dipped in a deep pool of cum, plastered to the walls and ceiling... All being attended to by millions upon millions of pink tentacles.

The sight had you rooted - men and women, ranging from teenager to middle aged adult, all being fucked in every way imaginable and some you didn't believe possible.

One girl nearby had three tentacles shoved inside her vagina, two in her ass and mouth, cum constantly flowing down on her; her skin seemingly painted in a thick, milky white liquid. She was crying, new to the lair it seems, and its abuses.

Four women, about your age (late thirties), were mashed together, tensome tentacles squeezed between their large breasts, each with a devilishly thick, six inch around tentacle **** inside their vaginas, cum pouring down from between their legs.

A few men were held just on the surface of the cum lake, small tendrils fucking each of their penises, bumpy tentacles violated their anuses, each face with a look of having given up in despair.

A girl with large breasts screamed in pleasure as two thick tentacles had somehow worked their way into her nipples and rhythmically fucked her swollen breasts as an uncountable number of small tendrils filled her vagina and ass - you could see them squirming against the inside of her stomach and cum exploded out from her nipples.

Two women you recognized as a mother and daughter from the village were being **** into **** - the girl, so very young, had a vacant look in her eyes as her crying mother was **** into tribadism with her daughter. Occasionally a tentacle would slide between the two, making them rub their dripping pussies up and down the length until it came on both of them.

As you scanned the many victims of the monsters, trying desperately to ignore your peaking arousal and now constantly oozing penis, your heart stops.

There she is, Elizabeth.

Right in the middle of the chamber.

Your eyes darken in anger - she was a virgin before this hellhole, and those beasts have violated her purity! She is crying - suspended upside down in midair, two tentacles squeezed into her no longer virgin vagina, another deep inside her cute butt, one thrusting up her pretty throat and several more are cuming in her beautiful red hair!

"Elizabeth...," you growl, wanting nothing more than to run out there and cut down every foul devil to touch her! But you couldn't, there'd be no way to make it past all of those monsters without being captured too - espescially without clothes, a stomach full with eggs and a constantly seeping penis.

But with a flash of realization you look down at your left hand - the potion. It was created with the purpose of creating a large sound and smell that would attract the attentions of the tentacles, at least for a moment. If used at just the right time perhaps you could save her right now!

You could wait, wait and watch as the foul tentacles **** and **** your daughter, and see if they eventually take her somewhere that would be easier to rescue her.

Or, although the old woman said to avoid this, you might try to seek out the main Voice - if you could kill even a few of those life-arms, perhaps that would be enough time to rescue Elizabeth...