Erika Taylor stood in the middle of the graveyard, a dead ghoul at her feet, as she panted with exhaustion. She was growing used to fighting, but it was still such a strange experience for her, even two months into the end of the world. Way more intense than her gaming sessions had ever been, and far scarier, what with the risk of actually getting hurt or dying. She'd been injured several times, but thankfully nothing too serious. Erika was getting very good at running away from enemies and flinging spells over her shoulder as she fled.

  She wanted to travel down to Minot and see how many of her old gaming friends might still be alive, but this pesky necromancer kept animating ghouls and zombies and sending them right at her damn house. She knew it had to be a necromancer, too, there was no way that the undead could keep finding her so easily if it was random monster spawns. That said, tomorrow was Halloween, her favorite day of the year, so it was time to get serious about wiping them out so she could get on with the business of spooky celebrations.

  As Erika gnced back around, the rays of the setting sun made her squint, tugging the brim of her witch's hat down to shade her eyes. Her knee-length bck combat boots crushed the ghoul's skull, her fishnet stockings only slightly ripped from running through a row of hedges the hour before. A bck leather miniskirt and a ced corset top rounded out her clothing, with a bck cloak draped around her neck and running down her shoulders. Pink highlights accented her clothing, her only break from her all-bck goth attire. She held a bck stone wand, a glowing pink crystal at the end of it, that she had been provided by her Dark Patron, Fi.

  From behind her, she heard the moaning shuffle of a zombie. "Fuck," she whispered to herself. It wasn't that far from the graveyard back to her house, but she didn't want to be out too long after dark, even if she could somehow now see fairly well in the dark. It had been a neat perk of being a witch, one of many it seemed. As the zombie shuffled past a grave, grabbing the headstone to steady itself, she pointed her wand and zapped the shambling creature with a beam of pink crackling energy. The zombie fell, snapping the old headstone in half.

  Erika winced, she hadn't pnned on desecrating the graveyard tonight. "Sorry, Mr. Beckett. Hope you're sleeping quietly down there." As she turned, she was struck in the back by a rusty knife, a skeleton having somehow approached without her hearing, knocking her down in a ctter of bones as it nded on top of her. She screamed in pain and horror, the wand falling from her hand as her head smacked into a stone on the ground. The skeleton hit her again, driving her back into the ground, the knife stabbing painfully into her shoulder once more, blood spurting from around the wound.

  Her eyes fshed pink as she cast a quick curse on the skeleton, trying to roll out from under the monster. As she rolled, the knife drove further into her shoulder, grinding painfully into her shoulder bde and slicing through the meat on her back, eliciting yet another scream from the woman. With shaking hands, she ripped the knife from her shoulder, quickly crouching and grabbing her wand before bsting the skeleton with a bst of energy. It stumbled but remained standing, approaching her again, fists raised to cw and punch her. Erika turned and ran as quickly as she could, trying to put some distance between herself and the slowly moving monster. After fifteen seconds of running, she stopped, bending over and grasping her knees, panting for breath.

  I need to get in shape, she thought to herself. This running shit sucks. Erika stood back up, turning and dramatically pointed her wand toward the shambling skeleton, zapping it again and watching as the pile of bones cttered apart and remained still. She gnced at the knife, wiping her own blood from it before tucking it away in her belt. It never hurt to have more knives, even if this one was rusty. She then retraced her steps, heading back to her house to try to rest and heal the damage she'd taken, her shoulder throbbing in pain every step of the way.

  ---

  Erika awoke to a knocking on her door, startling her awake. She gnced around her bedroom, the bckout curtains she'd installed years prior still keeping the room incredibly dark. As she stumbled out into her kitchen, she realized it must be nearly noon based on how bright it was outside. She was definitely not a morning person, she thought as she yawned. Erika heard the knocking sound again, turning in surprise and looking at her front door. She walked over, gncing through the peephole. Her old game master, Wendy, stood on her porch with a scowl across her face. What the fuck? Erika thought to herself. How did she get here? Why is she here?

  As she unlocked the door and started to swing it open, Erika quickly realized she had made two critical mistakes. First, she hadn't put clothes on yet today, so she was going to be standing there naked in front of Wendy. Second, it looked like Wendy had a variety of bones dangling from her clothing, which she absolutely had not been wearing as part of her daily attire before the end of the world. Shit. I should have paid more attention.

  "Hey Wendy," Erika tried to greet in a cheerful voice. "What brings you all the way up here? It's great to see you!"

  "Erika, what the fuck? I thought you would have quit your slutty habits after we kicked you out of the gaming group. I guess you didn't learn your lesson. Put some fucking clothes on," Wendy snapped, expression dark. "We need to talk."

  Erika winced, closing the front door and slinking back into her bedroom where she quickly dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a baggy shirt that fell off her shoulders. As she reentered her living room, she carefully closed the bedroom door behind her, gncing around the living room for anything too incriminating. Most of her Tentacle Witch gear was either in a storage ring or in her bedroom, she didn't think there was anything that Wendy shouldn't see lying around. With a mental shrug, Erika walked back over and re-opened the front door, gesturing the other girl inside.

  "Come on in, welcome to my humble abode," she quipped. Wendy walked in, peering around the living room intently, her eyes taking stock of everything she could possibly find. Finally, Wendy walked over to Erika's couch and shoved a pile of dirty undry and debris to the side, making just enough room for herself as she sat.

  Erika perched on a nearby chair, looking at Wendy, trying to gauge what the other girl had been up to. The st time Erika had seen Wendy had been two months prior in Wendy's basement, where she'd been cd in her game master robe, greasy bck hair pulled back in a ponytail, and surrounded by empty energy drink cans. Now the thin woman looked somehow even more gaunt and skeletal than before, her skin almost the pale of bleached bone. She still wore the robe from before, mysterious stains all over it, with a leather belt tied at the waist and what looked oddly like a femur tucked into the belt. Erika thought that Wendy was projecting major necromancer vibes, which didn't pose well for her immediate future and safety.

  "So uh, it's great to see you," Erika began, stammering awkwardly. "This must not have been an easy walk, your house is really far away."

  "No," Wendy said unhappily. "It was not an easy walk. It was a really fucking far walk. Took all night. But it needed to be done, so here I am. You and I need to talk."

  Erika blinked in surprise. "What do we need to talk about? You kicked me out of the gaming group and I can't imagine that's important now. I mean, I'm happy to see you - there was no one else in Antler, so I've been all alone the st two months, but I get the feeling it's more than that. But if you do want to invite me back to gaming nights, my schedules are kind of open these days."

  Wendy stood, pulling the femur from her belt, and pointed it at the seated woman. "You're the bitch destroying my minions," she shrieked. "And there's only room for one witch around here, and it's not going to be you!"

  "What are you even talking about?" Erika said, panicked and trying to lie convincingly. "What minions?"

  Wendy leaped forward off the couch, grabbing Erika by the shoulder as her grimy fingernails dug through Erika's shirt and painfully cwed at the knife wound in her shoulder from the previous evening. Erika screamed, both in surprise of the assault and the pain from the still raw wound as she felt to the floor, clutching her shoulder. Tears flooded her eyes at the pain as Erika y on the floor, Wendy standing above her. Wendy swung the femur in a hard arc, almost a golf swing, and struck Erika in the temple. The world went bck.

  ---

  Erika blinked her way back to consciousness, moaning in pain at a throbbing in her head. She reached to rub her forehead but found herself unable to move her hand. She gnced around, taking stock of her surroundings. Wendy turned at the noise, gncing over at Erika.

  "So convenient that you had all of these restraints," she said. "You really are such a fucking pervert. I don't even want to think of the gross things you've used them for, but it will all be over for you soon, once I complete my ritual."

  Erika gnced around, realizing the full depth of her situation. While she was unconscious, Wendy had brought Erika into her bedroom, at which point she had apparently gone nuts with Erika's extensive collection of bondage gear. Erika stood, chained against her enormous triangle Saint Andrew's cross, her feet firmly cuffed to the bottom of the frame. A one-bar prison, a strong metal rod, was fully extended and the attached dildo thrust deep inside of her, to the point where she was unable to raise her body high enough to get off the dildo. Her nipples were clipped painfully tight onto a cable which led through her colr, which itself was attached to the top of the cross. Her wrists were also cuffed to the top corners of the frame. In short, she was fucked - totally unable to move. A ball gag was stuffed into her mouth, completing her humiliating capture.

  Erika could feel herself getting wetter by the minute. She moaned again, this time for an entirely different reason, as the full depths of her situation sunk in.

  Wendy gnced back at Erika, face wrinkled in disgust. "Ugh. I thought that thing would keep you from making noise." Erika moaned again, trying to stand on her tiptoes and working the dildo just fractionally in and out of herself, but unable to really get much traction with her legs spread so wide. "Just a few more minutes, and then you'll be gone, and unable to make any more noise ever again. You'll be so much more useful as a spell component than a slut," she snapped.

  Erika was confused, not entirely sure what Wendy meant by that comment, but her libido was quickly taking over her brain as the combination of exhibitionism, bondage, and extreme danger were erasing all rational thought. She kept trying to grind herself up and down on the one-bar prison, struggling to move enough to continue building sexual energy. Wendy crouched on the floor next to Erika, a piece of chalk in her hand, and began drawing ornate ritual circles around where the Saint Andrew's cross restrained Erika.

  As Erika gnced down at Wendy, she realized that Wendy had made a critical, maybe fatal, error. Erika, being an absolutely shameless degenerate, had most recently used the one-bar prison with her huge tentacle dildo a few weeks prior in almost this exact same situation. Erika had left herself a way out, not actually chaining her hands, but everything else was pretty simir. Wendy, not knowing any better, had left the giant dildo attached - or who knows, maybe she thought stuffing the giant fifteen-inch tentacle cock into Erika was a punishment. Either way, this was the exact dildo that Erika used to commune with her patron, the Goddess of Lust and Tentacles. If Erika could just manage to orgasm in time, she could summon help from her patron and flip the tables on Wendy.

  Drool began running down Erika's bare chest as she kept trying to push herself up and down on the huge tentacle. She thrust her head back, trying to put extra tension on the nipple cmps, hoping they would help get her closer to orgasm. Erika could feel her arousal building, but it still wasn't close enough. Too much masturbation had resulted in her being unable to quickly cum, even if she really wanted to. Wendy stood, wiping the chalk from her hands, and staring in shock at the writhing woman. "What the fuck, Erika? I thought wearing that vibrator to gaming was the most degenerate thing I've ever seen, but here I am about to sacrifice you to my dark goddess, and you're actively trying to get yourself off? The world is better off without such a shameless slut like you."

  Wendy walked around Erika several times, carefully checking all of her work in the magic circles, making a few minor corrections to the ritual markings, before stopping behind the captive woman. "You know ... I suppose I deserve to have some fun torturing you before I kill you. We can even call it payback for the way you behaved at gaming, such a degenerate slut, masturbating while looking at us." Erika could hear Wendy rummaging around through her giant wooden trunk of bondage and sex gear, then walking back over to stand behind Erika. Suddenly, Erika felt herself get smacked hard on the ass by a leather paddle, so hard she started to fall forward, only held in pce by her wrist cuffs and the giant tentacle still penetrating her. More smacks came, harder and faster, the pain bsting through her brain like bolts of lightning. Finally, Wendy tired of hitting the helpless woman and instead grabbed a giant butt-plug and rammed it up Erika's asshole, roughly shoving it in pce.

  "Why does that have a fox tail attached to it?" Wendy asked aloud, her voice confused. Erika was unable to answer, only moaning into the gag as her eyes rolled back in her head. Wendy walked around to stand in front of Erika, roughly grabbing the chain attached to the nipple cmps and yanking, nearly tearing Erika's nipple piercings free with the force. Erika wobbled, her legs unable to hold her but her body held up by the tentacle dildo. Wendy spat in her face, then spped in her the pussy with the paddle. Erika screamed through the gag, her body shaking in orgasm. She could feel the energy building within her, faint whispers of pink glowing around her.

  Wendy stepped back in horror, eyes wide as she saw the pink glow forming around the captive woman who she thought was helpless. Wendy grabbed the femur from her belt, grasping it between both hands, and began chanting. Dark green fmes ignited and began tracing the ritual circle around Erika, immediately jumping to nearly waist high. The fmes began to blow in an unnatural wind, sparks flying around the room and settling on the furniture. The bckout curtains over the windows began to catch on fire, an eerie green light instead of the natural fme color coming from them, but burning all the same. Smoke began to fill the room.

  "With the blood of this slut, by the name of Lilith, queen of the night, I call upon thee to grant me thy dark powers and unholy strength! With this sacrifice, I bind my soul to yours willingly, long may I serve in darkness and corruption!" Wendy's voice rose, her chanting continuing to build as skeletal figures strode into Erika's house to stand alongside the witch. Erika spasmed again, her body shuddering in a second orgasm, as the tentacle began to writhe inside of her, no longer a mere pstic toy but an extension of her goddess. The pink glow surrounding her intensified, battling the green fmes back.

  "No! You can't ruin this for me!" Wendy shrieked. "I deserve this power! You're nothing but a useless slut! Lilith, take her! Accept my sacrifice and give me power!"

  Erika opened her eyes, a bzing pink light erupting from them as she gazed at Wendy. Her hair shifted, the wind reversing and blowing her hair upwards, revealing the pink lipstick tattoo on her forehead that also glowed a bright pink color. As Wendy continued watching in horror, the pink light from Erika's forehead intensified, then she blinked in surprise. The tentacle dildo that Erika had been mounted on had changed, becoming a living thing moving inside the chained woman. In fact, the tentacle seemed like it was emerging from Erika, almost snaking its way out of the smaller woman's womb. "What the fu-?"

  The tentacle fshed out, ten feet of coiled, sucker-encrusted muscle grabbing Wendy by the throat and dragging her to kneel in front of Erika. Several other, smaller, tentacles shed out, shattering the skeletons into their component bones, which quickly burnt to ashes. Erika stepped forward, the restraints chaining her to the giant cross having mysteriously vanished. She stood nude in front of Wendy, a colr around her neck, nipples still cmped, but hands and legs free, and a giant tentacle emerging from her pussy, grasping the necromancer by the throat. Erika reached up, unclipping the ball gag from her mouth and tossing it to the side with a wry smile.

  "Whew, that could have ended quite badly for me," she said with a small chuckle. "Good thing you went all super-vilin and decided to torture me instead of just instantly going for the human sacrifice. I'm not going to make that mistake."

  The tentacle whipped sideways suddenly, an audible snap echoing in the bedroom. Wendy slumped to the side, her neck hanging at an unnatural angle, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling in horror and shock at her own death. Erika gnced down at the corpse of her former game-master as the tentacle slithered back inside of Erika's body with a slurp, Erika letting out a slight moan as it did. She gnced around her bedroom, fmes licking the curtains and the frame of the house starting to catch on fire. She was going to need to get out of here pretty soon, it didn't look like the fire was going to die out - which meant the house would likely burn down, and all her belongings in it. It was time to throw the important stuff into the storage ring and get out of here, starting with her sex toys.

  "Fucking hell," Erika compined. "Now I need to find a new house. People really suck. At least my tentacles love me."