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How exciting! To be woken violently from her sleeping chambers, stripped of her nightgown, and spirited away into the clutches of an evil warlord; it was better than Amalthea's wildest fantasies. She had spent many a night imagining getting ravaged by horrible, uncivilized beasts, her graceful beauty marking her out for destruction. And now this wish was to be realized.

Amalthea knelt at the legs of Urthex, a large, bare-chested ogre sitting on an impressive throne. Urthex and his hordes of beasts had toppled many cities and made use of their spoils. At this moment, Amalthea's Lord was cleaning his teeth with a sharpened rib from one of his many women. Amalthea was naked, apart from the fine jewelry she was adorned with. She was massaging Urthex's massive cock. Her hands could only barely enclose it when she wrapped them around it.

The past several weeks, Amalthea had endured much. She'd been raped by all sorts of creatures and witnessed many other women die. But as trying and even frightening her situation could be, she enjoyed it all. Urthex preferred to slaughter nobility as soon as he captured them and especially enjoyed doing this in front of their people. But Amalthea's enthusiasm had kept her alive. But Urthex could only resist his urges for so long. He wanted to see her die.

"Gvthak lor!" Urthex belowed. Amalthea could not understand what he said. Two pig-faced orc guards quickly seized either of Amalthea's arms and pulled up to her feet. Her heart skipped a beat. Was this to be it? Was it finally her moment to die?

In the center of the room was a metal grate. Amalthea knew that some of Urthex's pets were kept in the pit below. The orc guards positioned her in the center of the grate, and she did not resist. They locked her wrists in iron binds and attached them to a chain over her head, forcing her arms to rise of. An orc winded a mechanism that pulled the chain up, raising Amalthea a few feet above the ground. Her heart was beating very quickly now.

With a pole, one of the guards lifted the grate opened. Amalthea could not see what was in the pit but knew whatever was inside was to spell her end.

From the darkness of the pit rose long, wet, fleshy tentacles. Most shockingly, the end of each tentacle had a mouth with rows of sharp teeth. "Oh my!" she gasped, witnessing this. One of the tentacles was coiling around Amalthea's leg. The tentacle was hot and slimy. Another rested on her hip and then rose up between her breasts. One tentacle found Amalthea's pussy. The head of the tentacle brushed against her clit, causing her to moan.

Not wasting any more time, the tentacles began their feast. The one around her leg started chewing into her thigh. The one at her breast chomped down onto one of her boobs, eating into it. Another had bitten her in the ass, and one was biting at her ankle. The one at her pussy finally went inside, making a feast of her womb.

Amalthea could not help but cry out from the pain. Her body involuntarily squirmed, but with the chains at her wrist and tentacles surrounding her, she wasn't going anywhere, and neither did she want to flee. Her pained cries were mixed with lust. Several other tentacles raided her womb, and others started to explore her asshole. Even through the pain, Amalthea moaned, "Oh yes…Yes!"

The tentacles inside her were now tearing apart her intestines. One of the heads burst out from her belly, now covered in gore and blood. Amalthea could feel she was close to passing out. She feared her fun was almost to an end. What did her in was when one of the tentacles forced its way into her ear, eating through her skull and into her brain. The princess's eyes crossed, and her body shuddered. The last sight she ever saw was one of the mouths in front of her face, about to bit into it. Amalthea went limp, and the tentacles continued their work, not finishing until she was reduced to bones.

Name: Arya
Age: 19
Traits: Unfailingly obedient, cheery, enamored with her master and willing to do anything for him
Setting: Arya is a maid in the service of a powerful Lord. He will be hosting a meeting with representatives from foreign lands and has decided to execute Arya as entertainment. She is to be hung by the neck until dead.