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Karin's Escape

Prompt originally from AetherRoom.club
Created: 2023-08-19
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Description
Karin daringly escapes from a mob of unruly moonscorched fanatics... without the contestant that had joined her, Abella. But with Abella succumbing to the jubilee of the Trickster God, some strange feelings surface for the unwilling witness.
Tags
horror, fear and hunger, karin sauer, abella, rape, erotic horror, betrayal
Prompt
The old town was roused on the second night of Termina under new purpose: jubilee. All long victims of moonscorch, they gathered sickles, knives, pitchforks, whatever crude tools could be wielded in celebration of cosmic duty. Their minds, once addled by rejection of the god's demands, now sung clearly with new purpose: paint the grounds red, let no stone remain bare of gore, make merry for Termina! All contestants must die, but when wonderful virgin maidens are the victims, some fun is permitted as well. After all, these are the times to celebrate. "Run, Karin!" Abella shouted, ducking into an old apartment block, the twisted, deformed villagers demanding their pound of flesh and other fun behind them. Karin followed suit, slamming the door behind them, the sound of the mob filling their ears. The door was as old as the building itself, rotten wood barely holding together, and wouldn't hold against the mob for more than a minute. "They were scattered before, what the fuck happened?!" Karin panted, catching her breath. "I don't know, something changed," Abella said, scanning the room. There wasn't anything useful here, just old furniture and trash littering the lobby. "Fuck this!" Karin cursed, kicking an empty tin can. The door responded with a bang, the mob throwing themselves against it. Karin's eyes darted between Abella and the door. "I'm gonna keep climbing up floors," she stated, turning towards the stairs. "You should find another exit." "And risk meeting the mob? Not a chance," Abella replied, already following Karin up the stairs. "What, are you trying to ditch me?" Karin rolled her eyes. "No," she replied, ascending another flight. "I'm just trying to stay alive." Abella scoffed. "And I suppose splitting up will increase your chances?" she questioned, quickening her pace to catch up. Before Karin could answer, she heard a loud crash come from below, the stomping of old work boots, clicking of heels, and slapping of bare feet. A fervent voice, slurred by the Trickster God's curse, echoed throughout the stairway: "There is no other way! He demands it! It's jubilee! Two wonderful virgins! It must be a reward! Praise Him for filling our gardens with fruit!" Karin broke into a sprint, taking two steps at a time. Her heels weren't doing her any favours. "Look, I don't care if you follow me or not!" she yelled, reaching the roof access. "But I'm getting the fuck outta here!" She tried the handle thrice with sweat-soaked hands - locked. She slammed her weight into the door, but it wouldn't budge. Shit. She felt her heart, already beating fast from adrenaline, start pounding faster, as the possibility of a gruesome death prickled her mind, hideously climbing flights of stairs to reach her. Anything, she needed to do anything to survive. Without another word, she ducked down a flight, and tried various apartment doors. Locked, locked, open! It was far sturdier too, to her luck. Karin threw open the unlocked door, the mob growing closer by the second. She rushed inside, Abella still in the hallway trying to keep up with her. She slammed the door shut behind her, locking it... and Abella out. The adrenaline was coursing through her veins as she slid down the door, panting heavily. Abella's muffled protests came from outside, but Karin tuned it all out. This was how it always went, Karin surviving while others suffered. "Karin! Open the door!" the banging continued. Karin heard the mob outside the door now, and she found herself unable to do anything but listen as, well, in the way the moonscorched had put it... Abella was the fruit in their gardens. Her pleas turned into muffled moans as the shredding of cloth could be heard. "Help! Ahhhnnn! Stop!" she cried. She listened, guilt and fear swirling together, as Abella screamed and begged outside. She remained frozen, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention until it all stopped. "No—Ahh—Karin open the—mmmmm—door!" Abella begged, moans spilling from her lips despite her attempts to suppress them. Her heart refused to stop lurching and palpitating, but a growing seed of something else was contributing, growing to equal the fear. She stared with wide eyes down at nothing in particular, her mouth slightly agape and her chest rising and falling with each erratic breath. "Hah... hah..." her breaths came quicker and shorter as she felt the thumps of the door against her back, brought on by things only her imagination could conjure. It made her lower belly, tightly compressed by her turtleneck, throb intensely. Paralyzed in place, she now listened far more intently to Abella moaning outside as her inner thighs became dampened by something that was certainly not sweat. Finally, after a deafening shriek, only silence called out from behind the door. She held her breath, worried the villagers would hear her pants of arousal and storm in next. As her mind raced through plans of action, the mob finally began to leave. Heavy footsteps clambered down the hall, and away from the door Karin sat against. She slowly brought her eyes upwards from the floor, though still stared ahead vacantly. She was scared, an unwanting witness to Abella's violation, and yet all the signs of her arousal lingered still. Her heart still beat wildly in her chest, her breaths shallow and shaky... and under her pleated skirt, a whole host of strange, gooey sensations radiated from her nethers. She didn't have to check. It was steamy hot down there, her pantyhose clinging moistly to her fat pussy mound which refused to stop drooling quim, her panties wedged deep up her slit and stuck in place with clear pussy slime. She wasn't just turned on... She was absolutely dripping. She hadn't even touched herself, yet everything between her legs was absolutely sticky and slimy with cunt honey. Why? Why now of all places? Karin knew the dangerous situations she often landed herself in could bring some light thrill, maybe a few butterflies in her tummy, or even cause her nethers to stir somewhat. Likely a natural biological response to fight or flight, she reasoned... But never anything like this.... [Click to expand]
The old town was roused on the second night of Termina under new purpose: jubilee. All long victims of moonscorch, they gathered sickles, knives, pitchforks, whatever crude tools could be wielded in celebration of cosmic duty. Their minds, once addled by rejection of the god's demands, now sung clearly with new purpose: paint the grounds red, let no stone remain bare of gore, make merry for Termina! All contestants must die, but when wonderful virgin maidens are the victims, some fun is permitted as well. After all, these are the times to celebrate.
"Run, Karin!" Abella shouted, ducking into an old apartment block, the twisted, deformed villagers demanding their pound of flesh and other fun behind them.
Karin followed suit, slamming the door behind them, the sound of the mob filling their ears. The door was as old as the building itself, rotten wood barely holding together, and wouldn't hold against the mob for more than a minute. "They were scattered before, what the fuck happened?!" Karin panted, catching her breath.
"I don't know, something changed," Abella said, scanning the room. There wasn't anything useful here, just old furniture and trash littering the lobby.
"Fuck this!" Karin cursed, kicking an empty tin can.
The door responded with a bang, the mob throwing themselves against it.
Karin's eyes darted between Abella and the door. "I'm gonna keep climbing up floors," she stated, turning towards the stairs. "You should find another exit."
"And risk meeting the mob? Not a chance," Abella replied, already following Karin up the stairs. "What, are you trying to ditch me?"
Karin rolled her eyes. "No," she replied, ascending another flight. "I'm just trying to stay alive."
Abella scoffed. "And I suppose splitting up will increase your chances?" she questioned, quickening her pace to catch up.
Before Karin could answer, she heard a loud crash come from below, the stomping of old work boots, clicking of heels, and slapping of bare feet. A fervent voice, slurred by the Trickster God's curse, echoed throughout the stairway: "There is no other way! He demands it! It's jubilee! Two wonderful virgins! It must be a reward! Praise Him for filling our gardens with fruit!"
Karin broke into a sprint, taking two steps at a time. Her heels weren't doing her any favours. "Look, I don't care if you follow me or not!" she yelled, reaching the roof access. "But I'm getting the fuck outta here!" She tried the handle thrice with sweat-soaked hands - locked. She slammed her weight into the door, but it wouldn't budge. Shit. She felt her heart, already beating fast from adrenaline, start pounding faster, as the possibility of a gruesome death prickled her mind, hideously climbing flights of stairs to reach her. Anything, she needed to do anything to survive.
Without another word, she ducked down a flight, and tried various apartment doors. Locked, locked, open! It was far sturdier too, to her luck. Karin threw open the unlocked door, the mob growing closer by the second. She rushed inside, Abella still in the hallway trying to keep up with her. She slammed the door shut behind her, locking it... and Abella out.
The adrenaline was coursing through her veins as she slid down the door, panting heavily. Abella's muffled protests came from outside, but Karin tuned it all out. This was how it always went, Karin surviving while others suffered. "Karin! Open the door!" the banging continued. Karin heard the mob outside the door now, and she found herself unable to do anything but listen as, well, in the way the moonscorched had put it... Abella was the fruit in their gardens. Her pleas turned into muffled moans as the shredding of cloth could be heard. "Help! Ahhhnnn! Stop!" she cried.
She listened, guilt and fear swirling together, as Abella screamed and begged outside. She remained frozen, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention until it all stopped. "No—Ahh—Karin open the—mmmmm—door!" Abella begged, moans spilling from her lips despite her attempts to suppress them. Her heart refused to stop lurching and palpitating, but a growing seed of something else was contributing, growing to equal the fear.
She stared with wide eyes down at nothing in particular, her mouth slightly agape and her chest rising and falling with each erratic breath. "Hah... hah..." her breaths came quicker and shorter as she felt the thumps of the door against her back, brought on by things only her imagination could conjure. It made her lower belly, tightly compressed by her turtleneck, throb intensely. Paralyzed in place, she now listened far more intently to Abella moaning outside as her inner thighs became dampened by something that was certainly not sweat.
Finally, after a deafening shriek, only silence called out from behind the door. She held her breath, worried the villagers would hear her pants of arousal and storm in next. As her mind raced through plans of action, the mob finally began to leave. Heavy footsteps clambered down the hall, and away from the door Karin sat against.
She slowly brought her eyes upwards from the floor, though still stared ahead vacantly. She was scared, an unwanting witness to Abella's violation, and yet all the signs of her arousal lingered still. Her heart still beat wildly in her chest, her breaths shallow and shaky... and under her pleated skirt, a whole host of strange, gooey sensations radiated from her nethers. She didn't have to check. It was steamy hot down there, her pantyhose clinging moistly to her fat pussy mound which refused to stop drooling quim, her panties wedged deep up her slit and stuck in place with clear pussy slime. She wasn't just turned on... She was absolutely dripping. She hadn't even touched herself, yet everything between her legs was absolutely sticky and slimy with cunt honey.
Why? Why now of all places? Karin knew the dangerous situations she often landed herself in could bring some light thrill, maybe a few butterflies in her tummy, or even cause her nethers to stir somewhat. Likely a natural biological response to fight or flight, she reasoned... But never anything like this.
Author Notes
[ Style: abstruse, cryptic, unsettling, wordy ]
Memory
[ Title: Karin's Escape; Tags: survival, escape, tight clothing, pantyhose, pussy juice, shirt tucked in; Genre: erotic horror ]
World Info
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  • Prehevil, town, city, capital

    Despite its relative isolation, Prehevil serves as Bohemia's capital. It appears to have been one of the first cities settled in the region, placed on the western coast of Lake Verdite. The city flourished during the "Cruel Age", but it has since declined in power and wealth, fading into relative obscurity. Though it has tried to revitalize itself through the construction of modern business and shopping districts, much of the city still clings to its old ways.
    Now, Prehevil has been overtaken by the influence of the moon god Rher, whose servant Per'kele directs the mysterious Termina festival from The Hollow Tower. In the process, the city was completely cut off from the outside world, causing chaos within. Though the city's authorities attempted to impose martial law, these efforts failed as its population was mutated by the moonscorch. The occupying Bremen army met a similar fate, with soldiers being driven mad and massacring the locals or their superiors.
  • Karin, Sauer, journalist

    Karin Sauer is a journalist that has covered wars, coup d'etats and other disasters, she has picked up various skills that help her survive, with persuasion skills definitely not being last on that list. She has been drawn to the city of Prehevil as a contestant. She has blonde hair with blunt bangs, tied into a long ponytail running down her back, and blue eyes. Karin wears a brown pilot jacket, with a tight black turtleneck underneath, tucked into a blue pleated skirt. She wears pantyhose and black heels.
    Karin is an assertive woman who is determined to reach her goal by any means necessary. She is no stranger to hostile environments and quickly ventures into Prehevil to investigate what is happening. At first, she was dismissive toward the other contestants and refuses their offers for help. However, she eventually relented once she realized the dangers within Prehevil are greater than she anticipated. Still, Karin is adamant in her rejection of the occult and magical occurances.
    Her outlook on herself and other war journalists is distinctive. Whereas the public often regards them as vultures who profit from war casualties, she views herself as a valkyrie who immortalizes the stories of the fallen. However, it's possible that her self-perception is a blend of both a vulture and a valkyrie, given that her Moonscorched form seems to embody characteristics of both figures.
  • Termina, festival

    The Trickster Moon God, Rher, has decided to 'invite' fourteen people to the town of Prehevil to "join his jubilee of cosmic proportions". While the residents of both the town and area seem aware of the festival, none of the fourteen participants claim to know they knew of the fate placed upon them beforehand.
  • Abella, mechanic

    Abella is a mechanic, and as such is adept at crafting her own makeshift weapons and traps. Along with mechanical skills, she also understands more complicated machinery. She has been drawn to the city of Prehevil as a contestant.
    Abella has shoulder-length red hair, parted on one side of her face, and grey eyes. She wears brown overalls, with a grey tank-top under the leather straps.
    Abella's inherent nature, as the eldest child in her family, was to take care of those around her. However, with many of her close relatives having marched off to battle, she felt frustrated by her inability to help people more directly. Abella's expertise in engineering made her an essential player on the disarrayed homefront. With the missing men now dying on the battlefield, it was necessary for someone to step up and cover for them, and Abella knew that no one else could. She would shoulder the burden and the increasing workload, as it was the only way to ensure that the homefront remained functional in the face of the ongoing war.
    Abella eventually discovered that the man was a member of an underground resistance group called the "Nameless Liberty Underground" (NLU). The organization had been quietly brewing beneath the surface since the beginning of the first Great War and worked across Europa to thwart the advancements of both the Bremen Empire and Eastern Union
    She boarded the first train to Prehevil, determined to find out what had happened, and was told if she ever needed support she would recognize the leader of the Bohemian branch of NLU from her red shoes.
  • moonscorch, curse, moonscorched, cursed

    The moonscorch causes a variety of symptoms: most of those affected by it appear to have severe discoloured burns, dry cracking skin, or unnatural growths and scarring. As the condition progresses, it leads to severe warping of the body, often beginning with one's facial features being stretched and contorted. Moonscorched beings are often driven homicidally insane, attacking those perceived as outsiders on sight. However, many of them still seem to retain some of their prior allegiances, as well as some knowledge of who they once were.
    By the time the contestants arrive, the entire population of Prehevil, along with the occupying Bremen army, has succumbed to the effects of the moonscorch as punishment for their failure to finish the Termina festival. The transformations of the townspeople appear to have been gradual, happening over the course of hours or days; by contrast, the transformations of the new contestants are often extremely rapid, likely because of Rher's growing impatience.
  • Rher, Moon God

    Rher is a mysterious Old God and one of the last of the Old Gods that still observes mankind to this day. He is said to be of a jealous kind, not wanting to share the idea and dream of a god to the mortal race of humans, alongside disapproving of them taking over the old world order and replacing it with the new world order, as humans now have become this mocking and pretentious display of being New Gods.
    Like his name and title, he seems to encompass the ideas of trickery, deceit, subterfuge, schemes, the dark, and anything else involving deviousness. Not much is known about his plans, but his followers are always constantly scheming and meddling with mankind throughout the course of human history.
    His symbol is the three circles, two on top of one of them. The top right circle is a horizontal omega symbol with a dot in the middle of it. In the associated Skin Bible, the circle with the dot is implied through images to be an eye, and the overlap between the three circles is implied to represent the moon's crescents.
    Rher started the festival Termina, and has cursed the town of Prehevil with moonscorch for not participating in the festival. Rher has brought 14 more contestants, including Karin Sauer and Abella.
    In the end, because of Rher's obscure reputation, not much is really known about him, and he seems to prefer to keep it that way.
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