She woke, wedged into a corner of the room. Comfortable. Safe. But so very dark. Though the huge empty space of their dwelling was illuminated in several places by faintly glowing pieces of stone, there was barely enough light to see by. 

This was how it always began. There wasn’t a time she could remember before it. The stone was cold on her bare skin as she looked around. There were shapes carved into the wall in some places, shapes that she almost recognised, that stirred some faint ideas within what little was left of her mind. 

But, invariably, these mere shapes of thoughts fell apart before long, like letters glimpsed in smoke, and she was left staring mindlessly into space, ears straining for the slightest sound.

Then she felt her heart leap at a faint sound echoing through the gloom. 
He was back!
She struggled to her feet, for some reason her thighs felt sore and she couldn’t walk without limping, but she ignored the pain and hobbled to the entryway to the room. After a few seconds of peering into the dark, she glimpsed a sign of movement and broke out in a smile.

The two glowing points of his eyes were the first to become visible, almost brushing the ceiling of the room, though it was much higher than she was. Then came the smooth, thick tentacles of his face that hung down almost like a beard, and then the titanic form that she had come to associate with rapturous joy. 

Both pairs of his arms were at rest, the upper pair folded over the rippling muscles of his broad chest while the others hung at his sides. She ran over, pain forgotten, holding out her arms to him for an embrace. Though the top of her head wouldn’t even reach his groin, she wrapped both her arms around one of his huge thighs, stroking the velvety grey skin and nuzzling into it like a faithful pet might show its affection. 
The lower pair of arms reached down to her, and she allowed herself to be lifted up towards the glittering points of his eyes. She felt as if she could stare into them forever, such was their brilliance. The tentacles reached for her as she approached, and she opened her mouth for the kiss.
Though he had no lips (or, indeed, a visible mouth) her lover had found a way to compromise; the reddish tips of his grey tentacles snaked out and enveloped her head, massaging her scalp and caressing her in its own inimitable way. The center tentacle made straight for the warm wetness of her mouth, deepening their “kiss”. She felt her heart flutter as the tentacle slithered between her lips and plunged into the back of her throat.
For a moment she luxuriated in the feel of the warm muscle in her mouth and throat, sucking on it as though she could pull it in even deeper. The other tentacles pressed against her skull, so hard as to be almost painful, and she glowed with love and contentment as she felt her mind fading into a warm fuzz. Then she felt him pulling back, the tentacles releasing her and her faculties slowly returning to her.

She was still fuzzy as his huge hands turned her around so that she was facing away, though a small smile came to her face as one of his strong hands squeezed her tit through the thin material of her shiny leotard. Both her nipples hardened into peaks visible through the stretchy material, and she felt another hand moving between her limp legs and roughly pulling the crotch of the bodysuit out of the way.
She was already wet as the fingers of his hand brushed between her legs, moisture dripping down onto the stone floor.
His own arousal was already poking into her flank, and she barely had the chance to take a breath before she was lifted slightly and then felt the rock-hard head of his upper phallus grinding between the firm cheeks of her backside. A third hand closed around her middle and bent her lower body towards him so that his lower phallus rubbed along the puffy lips of her womanhood. A faint moan came from between her slack lips as she felt a drop of warm liquid ooze from the head pressed against the puckered entrance of her back passage, and the pressure against it increased. 
She groaned and squirmed as the huge head of his dick began forcing the tight ring of muscle open, trying to open her backside up to him. A deep rumbling came from the broad chest her back was pressed against as he began to slide into her tight passage, his cock feeling like it would split her in two as it pushed in. The other dick, too, slipped between her glistening lower lips and sent shudders up her spine as fireworks exploded behind her eyes.

Her whole body throbbed as he started fucking her in earnest, slamming her down on his twin dicks with no care or concern for the damage it might do. Each one was nearly two inches wide, and the pain from her cervix being stretched open, not to mention the near-tearing of her anal sphincter, was almost unbearable. But under the pain was something else, something that set her nerves on fire and had her inner walls clenching and gripping him as he slipped in and out of her. Juices oozed and trickled from her pussy, tinged with blood from her abused insides and puddling below them. 

Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, saliva drooling onto the material covering her breasts as she jerked spastically in time with his thrusts. The tentacles hanging from his face began to move again, tangling themselves in her loosely-braided hair and slithering across her scalp.
She felt herself drifting again, green eyes glazing over as her mind dissolved once again into a haze; the only thing that she could keep on her mind were his two members, pulsing and throbbing within the deepest parts of her. Yes, there was still pain screaming into her brain, but it was hardly noticeable through the fog of pleasure filling her consciousness, and in a strange way almost seemed to heighten her ecstasy. 

The creature pounding into the girl’s limp form barely noticed as its toy zoned out. Her mind had been a veritable feast the first time it had fed on her, but now there was so little thought left in her that it had to satisfy itself in other, baser ways. She had fought him the first time, though it had been in vain, and bled when he had violated her, over and over until she was a quivering pile of pain and misery.

It had used her to slake its lusts many times since then, noticing with a flutter of what might have been delight that she was as tight a fit as when he had first ravaged her. Nonetheless, he was growing bored with this toy and her thoughts were growing so weak as to be nonexistent. And a catatonic plaything was worthless to him. Soon it would be time for him to ascend through the cold halls of the temple and back into the stark light above and seek a new means of satisfying himself.

For now, however, the lithe form he had sheathed himself in proved to be ample enough. He felt muscles contracting beneath his grey skin and thrust into her as deep as he could go, her internal membranes at the point of tearing as she thrashed and writhed, almost impaled on this mighty girths. It was of no concern to him. The herbs within the slop fed to her would heal her body enough for it to remain usable. For the moment at least. 

With a low sound from deep within his massive chest, he climaxed within her, the girl squeaking in pain as his emissions stung her insides. His release flooded into every nook and cranny of her insides, trapped within her by the tight seal of her overstretched holes. But such was the sheer volume that it eventually backed up and overflowed from her holes, dribbling into the growing pool of shared sexual fluids beneath them.

The girl continued to spasm weakly as his thick fluids gushed out of her. Every nerve in her body felt hypersensitive, as though they had been rubbed raw, and even as his tentacles removed themselves from her scalp (dripping with some kind of fluid) she could barely think.
The huge three-fingered hand about her waist lifted her off his softening members (producing a groan from between the girl’s slack lips as they dragged on the sore flesh between her legs) and then dropped her to the ground. 
She landed with a splat in the pool of their mixed fluids, barely cognizant enough to crane her head up as he stepped over her and vanished without a second’s thought. 
After a moment to gather what little strength remained in her abused form, the girl began crawling across the room, and tucked herself into the corner.
There, her abused body quickly slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep.


She woke, wedged into a corner of the room....