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Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: The entry is about 3,500 words long. There’s a partial sex scene with a tentacle monster that leans into non-con, but with the character drugged to enjoy it.
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The Gardner stood in the Temple of Corruption, deeply connecting herself with the Great Corrupted Forest. She saw through the forest, watching the Sisterhood scouting party so stupidly stumbling its way into her clutches.
“They think to scout out my secrets,” she whispered, smiling with sinister glee. “I can see it in their minds so clearly! They think they are still outside the borders of the Great Corrupted Forest, but the fools are already deep within them. As tendrils of corruption sneak and slither into their minds, bodies, and souls I can see them so clearly… Their thoughts. Their plans. They’ve come to learn my secrets to help their army better prepare to cleanse my forest.”
She cackled. “They come to find evidence of what is spreading the ‘evil’ of the forest. They come to find ME! Ha! Well, let’s give the fools exactly what they want, only I won’t be giving them the chance to return to Almerry Keep to report what they’ve discovered.”
The evil woman took in a deep, slow, calming breath. “I’ve so many perverse plants and creatures that hunger to be put to the uses they were created for. These six foolish women are the perfect test subjects to ‘feed’ their perverse hungers.”
She thought fondly of the first Sisterhood agent that had wandered into her forest, the Night Elve she’d had so much fun with. “I’ll have the same kind of fun with these women, all six of them. And if there’s anything left worth giving to the Grumplocs to help grow their army before the assault on Almerry Keep begins then all the better.”
She was silent for a long time after that, using the power of the Great Corrupted Forest to probe deeper into the six women’s minds. To learn their skills, strengths, and most importantly weaknesses.
“Highly trained and deadly,” she muttered as she saw in their minds how their commander, Velaera Eldenbrow, had described them before sending them off on their mission. The Gardner scoffed. “Highly trained to take on bandits, corrupt noblemen, and maybe unskilled cultists. But these ‘mighty’ women of ‘valor’ and ‘purity’ have NEVER faced anything like me and my forest. The overconfident fools doom is already sealed and they don’t even know it.”
Plans began to form in her mind. She’d pick them off one by one, tormenting and breaking them while keeping the others too terrified and busy to save their captured comrades. Even if they realized what was going on she’d ensure they wouldn’t be given the chance to escape. She’d keep them all trapped in her forest. It would be easy, she could see it so clearly. They weren’t mighty warriors, they were nothing but toys to her.
She’d start with the youngest of them. A Human Battlemage named Toria Underband. “Foolish, overconfident young woman. No,” she muttered, delving deeper into the Battlemage’s mind, “barely a woman. Almost still a girl, barely of age. Trained in a military academy for a kingdom she grew disillusioned with.” The Gardner’s predatory smile grew wider as she read the girl’s memories to reveal her history.
“Too many men for her,” she said, barely able to contain her glee at the discovery. “The perky young thing doesn’t enjoy ‘male’ things. The relentless and crude advances of the military men she trained with disgust and angered her. Ah, but this is a delight! She didn’t retreat into vague androgyny to escape male attention like so military-minded women do even though it was something she could have easily accomplished thanks to her dainty, boyish build. She chose to be as provocative in her dress and demeanor as she could, to tease men to torment them while always making it clear they couldn’t have her, that her body was ONLY for women.”
Memories the girl didn’t like to dwell on played through the Gardner’s mind. Anyone could have told the overconfident young woman what all that cruel-spirited teasing would lead to. The worst had ALMOST happened to her one night in the military barracks, but she’d been able to use her skills as a Battlemage to escape and even punish the men that had set upon her.
“So she left to join the Sisterhood,” the Gardner muttered. “Surrounded by highly trained military women where she’d be free of men and feel safe. She’s feasted on sapphic passion while using her skills to ‘punish’ wicked men. She’s had success after success and grown overconfident in her skills. And she’s taken to wearing even more provocative and revealing clothing! Skimpy Adventurer’s gear refashioned to match Sisterhood garb.”
The evil woman took a few moments to appreciate the young Battlemage through the ‘eyes’ of the forest. The girl was small, perky, and sickeningly cute. She had an almost boyish build, but the outfit she wore was tight and revealing in all the right places to show off what meager feminine curves the girl had. That did much to make the girl look older than she was, although the frazzled pixie cut of her orange-red hair and the sickeningly cute freckles spread across her cheeks counteracted much of that.
“Innocent,” the Gardner declared, spitting the word out like a curse. “No virgin, far from that,” she added. “She’s been with MANY of her fellow Sisterhood soldiers. But it’s always been innocent, playful, wholesome passion. Nothing crude. Nothing… Brutal. And never anything too ‘male’ feeling. No strap-ons for this one. That could be something to toy with.”
Ideas were already forming in the Gardner’s mind. As soon as they formed the Great Corrupted Forest went into action to make her thoughts reality. Things shifted. Creatures drew closer. Perverse plant life prepared to be called on.
“Luring the young, perky, overconfident fool away from the rest of the scouting party will be easy,” the Gardner muttered, the forest already acting to make it happen. “And once she’s isolated the fun can begin…”
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Toria looked over her shoulder and realized she’d somehow gotten separated from the rest of the scouting party. For a moment the young Battlemage felt a tinge of panic. They were headed into the depths of a forest deeply tainted by The Corruption. Although she was powerful she knew she’d need the protection of the rest of the party once they were facing whatever dangers lay waiting ahead of them.
The panic passed nearly as quickly as it had arrived. She was Toria Underband after all! She’d be able to overcome any dangers The Corruption and its servants dared throw at her. Besides, they hadn’t even reached this evil forest the army of the Sisterhood was calling “The Great Corrupted Forest”.
I’m just not used to traipsing around the forest like the rest of the party is, she thought. That’s all this is, nerves from being in an unfamiliar environment, she assured herself to try and banish the self-doubt she was feeling. They said the closer we get to this Great Corrupted Forest the warier we’ll need to be, even of the vegetation. I’m just feeling anxious about that. But we’ve still got a way to go, we’re still safe.
For a moment her eyes darted from side to side as she looked at every tree, bush, and patch of vibrant red mushroom as a potential foe. Then, feeling silly, she laughed off the strange feeling she was in danger. She reminded herself that they weren’t there yet. And besides, she thought, I’m Toria Underband!
Still, when she heard the other five Sisterhood members who made up the rest of the scouting party she let out a breath she hadn’t noticed she’d been holding in.
Nothing to worry about, she told herself. Of course there is nothing to worry about, she added as she chuckled at how silly she was being. We’re not even there yet. Even if we WERE there whatever dark power is causing this corruption to spread can’t possibly know of our approach. The party has too many protective charms weaved around it, nothing any of us has faced has been anywhere near powerful enough to be able to penetrate such protections.
With all self-doubt banished from her mind Toria confidently turned to stride in the direction of her fellow party members’ voices. The overconfident Battlemage put her foot down into a patch of plump, vibrantly red mushrooms. Their swollen caps exploded as soon as her foot stepped into their mass, sending out an explosive, thick cloud of spores.
Toria reeled, coughing violently as she found the cloud too large and thick to avoid. She couldn’t help but breathe in the spore cloud. The world spun around her as whatever was in the fungus’ spores instantly affected her, leaving her disoriented. She stumbled into a tree, slamming into it almost hard enough to knock the wind out of her.
She clung to the tree for balance, alarmed at how dizzy she felt. When she noticed the strange warmth spreading through her body she grew even more alarmed. It was a muddling heat that went straight to her erogenous zones, leaving her nipples tingling and her womanhood throbbing and moistening. It wasn’t a feeling she’d ever experienced before, but the Sisterhood had trained her to recognize such things as tools of The Corruption to turn her body against her.
Red, she realized as she tried to blink away the tears the spore cloud had caused in her eyes. The mushrooms had been red! Vibrant red, the color of The Corruption! They must have been tainted by it. This is no accident, I’ve stumbled into some kind of sinister, perverse trap.
Panic began to rise in her as she clung to the tree for support. She felt strange. Hot. Turned on to an unnatural and upsetting extent. And FAR too dizzy to try and leave the support of the tree. She could tell if she did try to abandon it she’d fall right away.
The panic swelling in her drained the moment she heard the voices of her party nearby. She might have stumbled into a trap, but it wasn’t a big deal. She just had to call for aid and they’d come to cure her of the evil affliction the spore cloud had inflicted her with.
Toria called out. She was confused when her party didn’t come rushing to her aid. She tried calling out again. Still nothing. When she tried to call out a third time she realized that although her body was going through the physical motions of calling out no sound was coming from her throat.
The panic began to return.
She had to get their attention before whatever the spore cloud was doing to her got worse. She could feel herself panting with arousal, her hands shaking as she fought the urge to pinch her nipples and rub at her womanhood.
Her fellow Sisterhood members were so close… If they could reach her she knew everything would be fine. They were just far enough away that the dense forest prevented her from seeing them. She was certain if the trees and underbrush hadn’t been so thick They’d have been comfortingly close.
Can’t call to them for help, she accepted after trying a few more times to yell out and hearing nothing. If I can’t call them to me I have to get to them. I’m still dizzy, but I’m Toria Underband! I’m not going to let something like a little dizziness stop me. If I can’t think of a spell that will help me stay upright I’ll simply cause an explosion to get my party’s attention.
Toria went to move one of the arms she had braced against the tree for support and found she couldn’t. Not because her muscles weren’t responding, but rather because something was holding her to the tree. She’d felt so disoriented then been so focused on her nearby party she’d failed to notice the things that had begun to wrap around her wrists that were now holding both her arms to the tree.
As she shifted her focus to her wrists her vision swam, tears and the remnants of the spore cloud still clouding her vision. The blurry things holding her looked like vines, vines that were wrapping around her wrists and now starting to coil up her arms to grip her tighter. She went to jerk her arms away and felt the vines coil tighter, revealing that they WEREN’T vines but rather fleshy appendages that were immensely strong.
Fleshy, she thought, her mind slowly processing what her senses were taking in thanks to the muddling effects of the spore cloud. Not vines but some kind of fleshy tentacles reaching for me from behind this huge tree. The disturbing realization ran through her head, bringing a chill of revulsion. She’d never faced any kind of corruption-tainted tentacle monster but had heard plenty of whispered horror stories about what they did to women.
Toria began to panic again, trying to jerk and rip her arms free. The panic and swelling fear brought a rush of adrenaline that helped her focus. She grew less disoriented. Her vision began to clear.
She tried again to shout for help but still couldn’t, so she turned her focus to the tentacles. They were strong, far stronger than her. She was a dainty girl who had relied heavily on her magic, but without her hands being free to trace arcane symbols and no ability to speak out loud she was unable to cast any spells.
Toria began to feel helpless, and that pushed her panic into overdrive. Even though the tentacles holding her arms were far stronger than her she managed, somehow, to wrench one arm free and, using a foot to push off from the tree, wrench herself away from the tree. She fell back, only kept upright because there was still a tentacle holding one of her wrists.
Just have to find a way to escape its grasp, she thought as she pulled and tugged against the thing now gripping her arm so tightly she was wincing in pain. Break free. Make a run for it. I’m not too dizzy for that anymore. The party is RIGHT there. I’d be able to reach them in mere moments after breaking free and then together we could stop this monster.
As she thought that the creature the tentacles were attached to slithered and rolled into sight. It was an amorphous blob of flesh about as tall as her that was covered in countless, tentacles. If the terrifying creature had any kind of face or legs she couldn’t see it, it seemed to just be a round fleshy mass covered in the swarming arms that were pushing and pulling it forward. Slowly but gradually it slithered and wiggled its way towards her.
Its revelation shocked Toria. Its central mass wasn’t much larger than she was but thanks to the countless tentacles flailing about it seemed huge. And the stink! An offensive, gross MALE stink. She locked up in fear. Only for a moment, but it was a moment she didn’t have to spare.
The tentacle monster lunged forward, fleshy arms attacking her. They grabbed hold of her limbs, quickly coiling around her arms and legs. Toria jerked and trashed in a vain attempt to break free. It responded by yanking her into the air, making it even harder for the young Battlemage to find a way to break free.
She tried again to scream for help but whatever had been in the spore toxins was still keeping her silent. Toria then tried to cast a quick, simple spell. All she’d be able to manage was one that would only require the movement of her hands. Toria knew such a spell wouldn’t be very powerful, especially with her inability to use both hands together, but maybe she could singe the tentacles holding one or both of her hands. Maybe that would be enough to get her hands together to cast a stronger spell. Maybe, just maybe she could then get away. After all, she was Toria Underband!
As soon as her hands began to trace the arcane symbols that would summon the magic of a spell new tentacles grabbed her fingers, wrapping around them then painfully squeezing them together. She grunted in pain, alarmed that the seemingly mindless beast was able to recognize what she was doing.
Her alarm grew as dexterous tentacles with pointed tips began to worm and work their way into her clothes. She screamed silently and thrashed wildly, disgusted by the fleshy feel of the offensive tentacles. For the first time in her life Toria regretted wearing such a revealing outfit. It allowed the tentacles easy access to her body, and all the cutouts allowed multiple tentacles to slither their way into her garments.
The feel of the tentacles against her bare skin repulsed her. It felt disturbingly like Human skin yet was spongy and had a nasty greasy, sliminess to it. As the things slithered and snaked against her skin she felt that sliminess being left behind, soiling her young body in multiple private places.
Toria’s alarm grew even more intense when she realized the tentacles weren’t working their way into her clothing just to molest her. Many of the offensive things were curling and gripping her clothing from the inside so they could pull it off her! The tentacles yanked and tore her clothing open, slowly making larger openings so more tentacles could grab and rub against bare flesh.
She thrashed pointlessly, kicking her legs and flailing her arms as much as she could as her small, perky body was exposed. The creature didn’t fully strip her. It only tore enough clothing off to expose her breasts, womanhood, and ass. Once exposed this way tentacles began rubbing at and probing these most sensitive places. This sent her into a freshly invigorated and violent thrashing fit.
The tentacle monster seemed to have had enough of that. As it tightened its grip on her limbs it pulled them out to stop her from struggling so freely. At the same time a tentacle wrapped around her neck, coiling tightly. It kept tightening, slowly cutting off the young Battlemage’s ability to breathe. Toria remained defiant till her vision started to go black from lack of air. Only once she went limp did the tentacle monster ease its grip and allow her to breathe in some much-needed air.
By then the tentacles were having their way freely with her body. Dexterous, slimy, pointed tips teased and rubbed at her nipples. The slimy stuff they were exuding was doing terrible things to her body, leaving her nipples painfully hard. The disturbing need to feel them pinched and tugged on was intense. The knowledge that if her hands had been free she might have been giving her aching nipples the attention they were screaming out for instead of tracing arcane symbols in the air to help her escape disturbed her to the core.
Other tentacles rubbed at her womanhood, smearing more of the slime into her slit and onto her clit. That left her wiggling and pressing into the tentacle, unable to resist how good the tentacles’ molestation of her pussy felt. By then her cunt was gushing, adding messy moisture to the slime being rubbed into her. By the time the first tentacle began to press into her opening it found the hole sopping wet and Toria, to her great horror, found herself moaning eagerly for its entry.
There was even a tentacle thrusting between her ass cheeks, soiling her butt crack with slimy stuff that left her asshole heated and throbbing. When that tentacle shifted to probe cautiously at her puckered hole Thoria was disturbed by how good it felt. When it started to thrust gradually in and out of her asshole she was left panting and eager to feel it thrusting deeper and faster into her.
For a short time she got lost in the forced pleasure. Only the voices of her party pulled her out of the forced pleasure haze. They were so close! She even saw flashes of them through the dense forest. Maybe they’d come closer… Maybe they’d noticed she was missing and were looking for her. Maybe they’d still be able to save her!
Then she heard screaming and the sound of fighting. Something was attacking the rest of the party. Her heart sank as she realized that either by chance or on purpose whatever was attacking the party was forcing or leading the party away from her.
She’d been SO close to being saved, but she lost nearly all hope as the sounds of her party fighting whatever was attacking them quickly faded into the distance. She’d been left alone and helpless, unable to prevent the tentacle monster from continuing to do whatever it wished to her.
We’ve now established that scouting party has a total of six members, so we need to decide who the other five are. The characters with the most votes in the poll will be introduced soon into the story, all fated to meet dark/perverse ends.
Who should the other members of the scouting party be? (Choose up to 5 options from this poll)
The scene with Toria is going to continue for a bit before we move back to Almerry Keep for a scene or two.
What happens to Toria now that there’s no hope of being saved? (Choose up to 5 options from this poll)
Philo Hunter Erotica 
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