Invited

>You misjudged that invite.
>When Ctherine had invited you over for some roleplay with that other friend of hers, the one whose name was unpronounceable, you'd thought "Game time."
>Oh, ho wrong you were.
>You've been at this for hours.
>Writhing to the tune of piping music whilst trapped in a nest of seething, slick tentacles.
>The meaty, muscular coils squeeze you lovingly, yet mercilessly.
>You haven't seen your hosts since you turned your backs on them moments after stepping through the door.
>Really, that look they'd shared when they'd opened the door should have been warning enough.
>Now the only hint that they are present at all is the sea of tentacles you now swim in and the ever-present presence they press upon your mind.
>You are very lucky that they are friendly as they could harm you so effortlessly if they had a mind to.
>Oh, you shouldn't have thought that.
>Every time even a hint of fear, remorse, or regret enters your mind, they redouble their efforts.
>Milking you with added ferocity, probing you physically, emotionally, and mentally, hunting for your satisfaction.
>They delight in you as you delight in them.
>Even sleep offers no escape as you are certain you must have passed out at some point.
>They invade your dreams as easily as they invade your flesh.
>Are you still dreaming?
>You're beginning to not care.