Hello readers.
This is something completely different. While Parasite Eve is my consentacle story. This is not that. This story takes its cues from hentai a lot and has the same disregard for biology. This story is an experiment and things are gonna get weird, nasty and kinky.
You have been warned.
Some of the things you can expect in this part of the story include: Nonconsent, Futanari, Anal, Deepthroat, Oversized dicks, Excessive amounts of cum, Orgasm denial, Mind games and Aphrodisiac use.
I'd like to thank my editors for helping me make it to this part.
Everyone is over the age of 18 and completely fictional.
Feedback and comments are welcome as usual.
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Nia ran.
The forest was swathed in gloom; the shadows stretching and deepening beneath the colossal iron bark trees as the sun sank ever further beyond the horizon.
And still she ran, her feet slipping and sliding amongst the brush strewn floor as she fled, desperately hoping to see the light of the village appear at any moment.
This had never been meant to happen. They had simply lost track of time, far too busy daydreaming and spinning tall tales of knights in shining armour, dashing princes, and epic romance. They'd wandered and talked, laughed, and dreamed and then completely lost track of where they were.
Panic had set in, none of the paths looked familiar, all the trees the same. Gwynn had been beside herself, the slim elf a mess of nerves the instant she realised what had happened. She's done her best to be brave, bragging that she wasn't scared at all and could lead them home easy. Lily had been her usual stoic self, icy calm and commanding, not the slightest hint of discontent showing on her flawless face.
She had led them back through the forest, racing against the sinking sun to find their way home. She had been so confident that she could do it. She was certain they had been on the right path.
It was the laughter that doomed them.
Floating around them from the trees, surrounding them. It chilled all three of them to the bone. High pitched and full of menace, it hung in the air, threatening them with dark promise.
Gwynn had spotted them first, her elven eyes far more adept than even her enhanced vision. Dark shapes moving amongst the trunks and foliage just beyond the next tree line.
"Monsters..." she had squeaked, her normally soothing musical voice catching as she spoke.
The laugh had become a cackle as she spoke, as if they had heard her comment.
They stood frozen, unsure what to do as the laughter continued and the shadows moved ever closer.
The first to coalesce had been a Minotaur, a giant ragged beast of brown fur, clad in dirty rags and not much else. The lumbering behemoth stood ten feet tall at least, and it dragged a massive mace along behind it as it cleared the trees and appeared before them.
Second was a Dark Elf, one of the vile cousins to Gwynn's purer Wood Elf stock. She was petite like Gwynn but with the dark grey skin and blood red eyes of her race and lacked her friend's oversized chest. A curtain of silver hair hung to her waist, and she was dressed in dark leathers, a wicked looking knife twirling through her fingers as she came to stand beside the Minotaur and stare at them.
The third was human. A witch or a sorceress, her black robe hiding most of her form except for her bust and the slim lines of her hips. Her eyes shone from beneath the cowl and tips of scarlet hair floated around the edges of her face. She seemed to float above the grass of the forest floor with an easy grace. Her staff starting to glow with dark eldritch power as she joined her companions before the quaking trio.
The next one appeared on their left, and they had all shrunk back as a Gorgon made herself known, her tentacled hair whipping back and forth in a frenzy as if it could sense fresh prey. Soft scales of green, piercing golden eyes, and draped in fine form fitting clothes, she was the picture of arrogance as she had strut forth from the shadows. Her gaze felt like it had turned their already frozen limbs to stone, and all of them had stared fearfully at the triplet of steel collars that hung from one finely manicured hand.
The last and final one. The one that had terrified her more than any of the others had appeared on their right. An Orc woman, at least six feet tall, strikingly muscled but not overly so, stared at them as she emerged, her eyes shining with dark intent and the gleam of that promise that scared her more than anything she had ever seen. Desires she had kept buried deep seemed to bubble to the surface at the very sight of the imposing Orc woman.
That terror had amplified ten-fold when the Orc had pointed at them. Tentacles had sprung forth from beneath her armour and started thrashing in the air and the Orc had said but a handful of words.
"Bring them to me."
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She hadn't hesitated; she'd sprinted away as the strangers dashed towards them. Gwynn had stood frozen, as if she had become a statue, unable to take her eyes from the encroaching strangers. The Dark Elf reaching for the petite elf with grasping fingers and a lecherous smile.
Lily had stood her ground as well but not from terror. She was unflinching as she moved between the Dark Elf and Gwynn, her first thought for her friend rather than safety.
The Dark Elf hadn't cared, she'd borne Lily to the ground with ease, snatching a collar from the Gorgon as it was thrown to her. Lily had fought: hammered her fists, scratched, and kicked as she cursed and screamed at her attacker. It didn't matter; within moments the collar was snapped shut around her neck and the Dark Elf pulling it tight to silence her friend.
It was the witch that ended up taking Gwynn, the black-cloaked woman gliding right up to the overwhelmed elf and simply tapping her temple. A spell of some kind and the elf collapsed to the dirt. Seconds later she was collared as securely as Lily.
Then they had all stared at her. Her friends bound at their feet and five sets of eyes had locked onto her as she watched them over her shoulder.
So, she had run, and she was still running now. It was up to her to get back to the village; it was up to her to find the guards or to find Cynthia and tell them what had happened. To warn anyone so that they could mount a rescue.
Her chest was heaving, her legs were churning. It was her time to be the hero. She would save her friends. All she had to do was clear the forest and reach the outskirts of the village.
Head bowed and legs burning, Nia sped through the trees. She could hear them chasing her, the mocking laughter and excited cackling filtering through the thick trunks and branching limbs, shadows pacing her just at the edge of sight.
She hadn't noticed, but they were guiding her, the shadows appearing on her flanks to subtly shift her path, turning the poor lost Neko back upon herself, sending her back to the clearing.
It was only when she burst from the trees did she realise she had been fooled and hope died in her chest as she discovered it was not the village waiting for her but the Orc. Nia came to a dead stop, her dread climbing as she faced the powerful woman.
"That was a merry chase you led us on little Neko," the Orc said, her tone was pleasant, almost pleased, and far more articulate than Nia was expecting. It was as if she were impressed by her efforts to evade them.
"But the time has come for you to stop running. Come. Kneel at my feet and tell me your name," the Orc commanded as she gestured at the ground before her.
Gwynn and Lily already lay there collared and gagged, the chains binding them held in the Orcs strong grip.
"Never," Nia hissed, baring her small fangs in defiance.
"Hahaha," the Orc woman laughed at her display.
"Oh, my little Neko, I am so going to enjoy breaking you.
"Now come over here, kneel at my feet, and tell me your name or I will crush your friends' skulls beneath them," and the Orc woman raised an armoured foot threateningly.
Nia didn't know what to do. To obey would be to resign them all to some unknown fate. To refuse would mean the death of the people closest to her in the entire world. She couldn't do that to them. She had to be brave for them. To be their protector as much as she could. People would notice they were missing soon enough. Cynthia would definitely come for them.
