After my rape sessions with you and the wolf pack, my "training" with Josephine almost seems like a vacation. Bizarrely, I start to feel a kind of pride in my increased slut skills, learning to use and abuse my own highly trained body into a perfect slut slave machine, highly efficient at pleasuring my captors with their severely rationed vampire cum that I need to stay sane. It's also my only source of food, the disgusting gunk somehow being nutritious enough to fuel my enthusiastic but humiliating performances for Josephine.

Her taste for roleplaying to increase my humiliation means that I can never get comfortable, however. Often I am forced to put on some kind of costume - a slutty schoolgirl outfit, my old cheerleader uniform, a "sexy" nurse, a street walker whore ensemble - while she rapes me with a large strap on. As brainwashed as I am, I'm still straight, and find these punishing sessions hard to take without breaking down into tears. "Ugh! Fuck me...mm...mistress Aaaaaah! No please please not my bottom again mistress nnnggg! please take it out my ass mistress it's too big Eeeeeeeek!" I know that if I stop begging she'll not allow me to lick her pussy and I'll starve that night. Ropes, whips, "toys", strap ons... an endless convoy of dicks for my mouth, pussy, tits, hands and ass; the sessions are endless.

Her ominous hints about the next day have my mind in turmoil and my pussy throbbing with anticipation. Nude, I'm bundled cuffed and hooded into the van and endure Josephine's molestation as we drive for hours out of the city. Our destination is cold and echoes the sound of our footsteps - my enhanced senses give me the impression of some kind of ancient, hidden temple. Your conversation with the old man chills my blood as I am uncuffed and forced to kneel. Finally the hood is torn from my head. The aged, grey haired old man is wearing red robes, he's old enough to be my great grandfather. His wizened and mottled hand massages my big perky tit slowly, as if he could squeeze the youth out of it. He licks his lips.

“Don’t worry, my child,” the high priest says, “Chulhu will not hurt you. All he wants is to give you his semen and take your love juice…” He twists my nipple hard. “That’s right, don’t worry, honey,” Josephine adds, “maybe you’ll even enjoy it!” I barely register what they say as they withdraw to a balcony overlooking the summoning chamber to recline on soft couches and drink holy wine with you to enjoy the show.

I feel a warm, stinking breath from the sinister well in the centre of the room. Something is alive down there I think in a panic, and scramble around the edge of the room, desperately trying to find a way out, but it's hopeless. I scream as the long thick green tentacles burst from below. Each one seems to morph, thicken and pulse with a mind of it's own; changing form, suddenly they are covered in octopus-like suckers which slap onto the marble floor and stick; giving whatever is below enough traction to haul it's main body mass to the surface - an enormous, pulsating mass of green slimy flesh the size of a truck, from the base of which it's tentacles spawn and retract; creating new organs as needed. One of the tentacles transforms into a giant eye stalk, evolving sight before my eyes. The black lidless eye slowly looks around the room and finds me cowered nude in a corner.

"No! Please mistress, master I beg you! I beg you!" I scream, and then suddenly bolt, sprinting away from the monster in a blind panic. A tentacle fattens grossly, points at my naked, fleeing form, and suddenly ejaculates a powerful jet of a clear oily substance across the room at me. It hits me with enough force to send me head over heels, the thick disgusting spray coating me from head to foot and soaking the floor on which I land. You watch as slide and slither almost helplessly in the thick, oily goop, every inch of my body covered.

The old priest leans over to you. "This is how Chulhu immobilizes his prey. The lubrication makes it difficult for the offering to walk or move and is necessary for the next part of the ceremony; the penetration." He himself is penetrating the mouth of some virginal cult slut who kneels between his legs as he watches the show, more are on offer for you and Josephine; who chooses a young brainwashed Japanese girl to entertain her pussy while I face my fate below.

With astonishing speed, tentacles whip out and circle around my ankles, dragging my slick nude body across the floor towards the undulating mass of it's body. As thick as swamp anacondas they coil around my lubricated thighs, the tips of each tentacle transforming into a massive cock. Two more cocktacles snake out and coil around my flailing arms, immobilising me and then picking me up, suspending me in the air in front of the unblinking, unearthly eye stalk. Another limb grotesquely transforms into a lipless inhuman mouth.

"Chulhu FUCK!!!!! Chulhu CONQUER!!!!" It's voice is satanic.

Two more tentacles transform, developing into massive wet suckers with needle like teeth inside. With terrifying slowness, making sure I see what's going to happen, the green tentacles clamp down on my slick shiny boobs, completely enveloping them. I scream as they begin to squeeze and pulsate my teenage tits with a vice like grip, the tiny needle teeth inside piercing my tit flesh and nipples agonisingly.

Slowly the cocktacle around my left leg extends itself and begins probing my anus, the one around my right leg does the same to my pussy. Each is larger than any cock I've dealt with before. A new tentacle coils around my neck and then in front of my eyes develops into a monstrous cock head. I clamp my mouth shut but am forced to open it to scream when my nether regions are double impaled at the same moment, sliding deep inside me with lubricated ease. Instantly my mouth and bound throat are shafted and I taste it's disgusting fetid flesh. I can't breathe, and it begins to slowly thrust in and out of all of my orifices, probing as deep as my throat and guts can possibly take.

You enjoy the view as the monster bends and twists my body into a variety of positions, each more obscene than the next, folding me over and spreading my limbs even as it finds new ways to abuse me. Always it has itself deeply embedded in my mouth, pussy and ass; but it also puts thick tentacles into my hands to jerk off and another between my tentacle abused tits between which it masturbates itself. One tentacle becomes a thin and leathery whip to torment my slick shiny flesh.

The speed with which each tentacle is abusing me increases, and finally all of them flood my body inside and out with gallons of sticky, viscous cum. It squirts out of every hole and sprays over every inch of my flesh. Thick flows of it pour over my face and down my throat, and the two limbs that were abusing my tits relent for a few moments, only so the tentacle being massaged between my swollen boobs can spray them with a thick coating of stinking goo.

Seemingly finished with me, it tosses me to the floor, a wet, disgusting and well used slut. Slowly I manage to recover some of my senses, wiping cum out of my eyes and ears; otherwise well coated in cum and lube. You here me desperately panting for breath, weeping in shock. Chulhu slithers and pulls himself around the room menacingly. Suddenly you hear me scream.

"Ah, yes. This is a well recorded side effect of Chulhu cum. It causes the victims breasts to enlarge, I'm told quite painfully; I'm afraid" the priest informs you academically even as he forces his cock deep into the throat of his cult slut. "The effect is not permanent but can be extended by forcing her to massage more into her breasts later. As you can see, Chulhu has left plenty so far that we can bottle up for you to take away."

As you watch you see me writhe on the floor, still covered in slime and goo. Sure enough my already large, fulsome tits are swelling up obscenely, pink and hefty; my slayer body healing the painful stretching as it happens until the process slows, leaving me with huge, natural orbs of shiny flesh bouncing under my chin as I weep. Slowly I start to get to my feet, awkward and top heavy, only for Chulhu to pounce again. You listen to my screams with relish as he begins to singlehandedly gang rape me again.

"He'll be finished with her in a few more hours, I expect" says the priest. "We're in no hurry" replies Josephine with a giggle.