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Unwilling Pawns in Her Depraved Game

As she quickly scarfs down the food, Vivian feels rather invigorated. The weird side-effect non-withstanding, this food seems rather useful! And as such, she makes sure to find a nearby bag, stuffing the food away for a later time, perhaps. The larger load does, however, hinder her in moving as quickly as she could. Alongside the time she spent finding the bag and arranging the food, she doesn't make it far through the kitchen. But, with her only option being forward, and carrying a veritable food source, the waitress rushes onward!

[Vivian takes all of the samples, then moves onward. Roll = 4+1 = 5]
 
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Thinking that the nearest door was definitely not opening into a corridor or room the others went for, Willow just takes a couple of steps wuth her chair, before putting it down and opening the door to have a quick glance. She is still thinking she should check the other door too, but if the vines was on her way, she would be trying to climb up first, of course carrying the chair she got from the dinner table, to help her with the climbing. Hopefully she wouldn't have to break it on some kind of monster's head from behind door number one...

[rolled a 9; goes to First Door (3 spaces)]
 
Satisfied with her photography, Anna Marie stowed her phone and continued her steady, unhurried path towards the iron-bound door. It didn't take her much longer to reach it. The door looked pretty heavy, but she put her weight into the task, leaning against it as she pushed it far enough further open to step inside...

[Anna Marie goes through Door 1. Roll: 9.]
 
Alex was glad to see the nude statue was missing its intimate details. She certainly did not want to see that! She still felt embarrassed at the paintings, and the slightest blush shown on her cheeks. First she scampered across the lounge to check the door, and upon finding it locked, she looked about for the key. When her eyes finally fell on it, danging up in the air, she put her hands on her hips and let out a huff.
"What's it doing up there?!"

But there was nothing to be done about it. She wanted to win, so she took just a moment to tighten the laces on her sneakers, before gripping the marble statue and hoisting herself up, using its knee for footing as she climbed up the massive thing. She was always a bit self-conscious about someone getting an upskirt look at her, but she reminded herself that she was completely alone right now. Just get the indecent act done with and move on!
 
There didn't seem to be anything to worry about from the looks of it. The hoist appeared to be fully functional even if the equivalent of her weight was put on it.

Removing the books and leaving only one thick book on the seat, Abigail takes a seat as she uses the pulleys to raise herself upwards.

[Use Hoister]
 
@UseAlex
Since the statue wasn't showing any genitals, Alex doesn't receive more arousal right away.

Trying to reach the key would require Alex to stretch as far as she could without risking losing her balance but she would be able to grab it. As she reached though, she's completely unaware of the statue's arms as they begin to animate and reach upwards towards her. The moment she grabs the key, her ass is suddenly grabbed as well. She is caught completely by surprise as the moving statue begins fondling her ass cheeks while the faceless head rubs up in between her legs.

1d20 for if the surprise causes Alex to lose balance and falls off the statue.
10 or lower: The shock makes her fall, causing her to stumble and lay there defenseless for a moment (mysteriously, she doesn't get injured from this)
11 or higher: She holds her balance and can act how she wants, such as climbing from it or jumping off and landing properly on the floor
Current arousal 2/12 (+1 from initial fondling)

@Karasuhime
The hand crank mounted in front of the seat works like bicycle pedals, just grab with both hands and start spinning. The ascent is a bit slow but it works. Soon as this starts to happen though, the seat begins to vibrate, a lot. The reverberating from the gears travels so much that it starts sending vibrations up through Abigail's body. The presence of the book doesn't do much to reduce it. The vibrating stops whenever the cranking stops, but no matter how slowly she were to crank it the vibrations still hit her in just the right spot.

1d10 for how long it takes to reach the top
9 Spaces
Every turn it takes to reach the top will add +1 arousal
Current arousal: 0/18

@Silverbird
The room greeting Anna is an old armory filled with tables and stands of plated armor and various weapons. While clearly a workplace and training hall, the place still looks clean with no dust and webs. In the middle is perhaps the most ornate and most shiny of all the armors, holding a long halberd in ready position. The light shining off it makes it reflect like a disco ball no matter what angle it's viewed from. In front of it lies a pillar with three stone dials. Written on it is a message saying the next door will only open if the right combination is put in. With three dials and three settings each, it should be very easy to find the right combo by chance.

Place in a random three digit number that uses only 1, 2 and 3 (112, 321, 332, 211, etc...)
Current arousal: 0/18

@ChrisGabriel
Sadly for Willow, she was about to discover the hard way that she can't check a doorway first before entering. That would make things too easy. Soon as the door was open, the chair she had been carrying sudden shook itself out of her grasp and sprang to life. Promptly standing behind her, it literally gives her a kick and pushes her through the door. Soon as she was inside, the door shuts and locks behind her, losing her chair as well.

She's now in a stable. Horses are lined up in their quarters. At the other end she'll find a hole in the wall about a foot off the ground. A sign is written over it saying there's a rope to pull inside, which will open the next door.

Reach down and pull the rope.
Current arousal: 0/12

@Ironuyh
No random encounters for Vivian, must keep pressing forward

1d20+1
Spaces left: 10
Current arousal: 2/13
 
"That... feels good..."

Abigail wanted more of this feeling as she continued to crank the hoist, raising herself up with every second that passed. She almost forgot that she had no time to savour this moment.

Almost.

[1d10 Roll: 5]
 
Anna Marie's eye was immediately drawn to the ornate suit of armour dominating the middle of the room. She walked slowly around it, checking it out from behind her sunglasses, before she came back around to the pillar with the three dials.

"'The next door will only open if the right combination is put in'," she read the message engraved on the pillar aloud, then frowned and stamped her foot. "Well, how the hell am I supposed to know what that is? Am I just supposed to guess?"

She looked up accusingly at the shiny statue, which didn't seem inclined to respond to her outburst. Wrinkling her nose, she turned her attention back to the three dials. "Ugh, fine, whatever." She reached out, and twisted all three straight to their highest value.

[Anna Marie inputs 333]
 
Alex had a habit of always being on guard. She was such a modest girl that she never wanted to allow anyone to have a compromising view of her or to take advantage of her. Even now, as she put herself in a vulnerable position climbing up on the statue, thoughts of someone popping into the lounge door and having a perfect view up her short skirt flashed through her head. But she tried to put them out of her mind, or at least use them to motivate her to get the key quickly and hop back down to the ground. It was... just... barely... out of reach... Standing on the shoulders of the statue, she pushed herself up on her tiptoes, throwing her balance off at the expense of the few extra inches she needed. Finally her fingers wrapped around the key, tugged it down, and then she felt it. She had kept an eye on the door, but she never in a million years would have expected the source of her violation to come from so close!

She felt the strong, powerful hand squeeze her rear end, under her skirt, but over her panties. The fingers sank into her soft butt easily, even if she didn't realize how phenomenal her ass really was. It was as if even the unliving statue couldn't resist with her putting it right by its face. Her heart started beating so fast, the unexpected sexual feeling making her tingle in her nethers; a fact that she was more than a little embarrassed about. Her instinct was to get away from the molester, but in her current position, that was not exactly possible.

[Roll: 8]

The conflict was between trying to keep her balance and trying to get away, and ultimately trying to get away won out. She tumbled downward, landing hard on the floor. With one leg draped over the other seductively and her skirt barely covering her recently molested butt, somehow her first thought was confusion at why she was still aroused. She did NOT enjoy the fondle, but her body was still excited by it! With a embarrassed expression on her face, she shook her head and looked up at the statue that now loomed over her, her mind scrambling to come up with an explanation for how it possibly could have just moved on its own.
 
"Ouch!" Willow strokes her ass where the chair kicked her while she gets up from the floor of the... stable? Shaking her head she tries to imagine the space she is in with the previous ones, but somehow it is not seem to fit together. *The dimensions does not firt the house! Wow! Spatial distortion... This willmake it hard mapping it all up...* she thinks while looking around the stable, staring at the horses. She was no way a farm girl, knew nothing about horses, just what she read... but that was a lot. "Hello... Hi!" Willow still smiles and wavesat the animals that seem to watch her, but leave them all alone. Willow try to find another door, as the one she was kicked through locked behind her as she heard. *Animated chair, who would have thought...*

But finally she could do nothing else than to look for the rope, but would try to pull it out of the hole before giving it a harder one to open the next door - unless she could find another way for that door to appear or open, of course.
 
Vivian hurriedly rushes through the kitchen, food in tow and heels clicking under her. Every so often, she checks to make sure the food isn't jostled, but she's more worried that her time spent in the kitchen has left her behind, and picks up speed!

[Roll: 10+1 = 11]
 
@UseAlex
Thanks to successfully landing back down onto the ground, Alex would avoid the immediate molestation that the statue would give her. But it wasn't done with her yet. Insisting on not letting her get away so easily, it suddenly leaned in and grabs her around the chest. Its hands squeezes her bosom shamelessly as it attempts to pull her back in. The feet are still pinned in place where they've always been. The statue can't travel from its stand. If Alex manages to squirm her way back out from its grip, she can get far enough away and it'll no longer be able to do anything.

1d20 to finally escape from the statue's grasp
11 or higher in order to escape
If roll is lower than 11, the statue continues to molest Alex in increasingly lewd ways and gives +1 arousal
Keep rolling for each turn until she escapes.
Current arousal 3/12

@ChrisGabriel
Willow is now on her hands and knees trying to reach through this hole to get to the rope. The horses start to stir and begin walking towards her, encircling her. Before she can react, one of them leans in and bites down on the waistband. Neighing loudly, it tugs and starts trying to pull her back, or rather her clothes down. The tugging causes the clothes to pull up in between her legs, applying friction to the area.

She needs to get the rope pulled and escape through the next door in order to get away from these horses. Or else there's no telling what they'll do to her.

1d12
8 or higher and she pulls the rope and opens the door
Every turn she spends in the stables the horses take one step closer to their ultimate goal for her
Reroll each turn until she succeeds in opening the door
(Afterwards, roll 1d12 again to break free from the horses and flee through the door, 5 or higher needed to succeed.)
Current arousal: 1/12

@Silverbird
The moment the dials are set in place, ankle clamps spring out from the floor and lock Anna's feet on the spot. Immobilized, the armor behind her creeks and the clanking of gears begin to rise deep inside the shell. It just jostles in place not doing much anything else at the moment but it's clear she had sprang some kind of trap.

The only way this'll stop and she'll be free is if she puts in the right combination.

Try placing a different combo in
Current arousal 0/18

@Ironuyh
Just managing to get out of the kitchen, Vivian has no clue what was about to grab her as it squirmed out from one of the pots. (As in, you rolled a random encounter but getting through the corridor stopped it)

Leaving the kitchen, Vivian ends up quite naturally inside a dinning room. Candles are lit and a steaming dinner is laid out for anyone to eat. It feels very much like her job, albeit far more fancier and a lot more devoid of people. The effects of the snack she had still cling to her. The strangest sight to be found is the main dish in the center, a massive octopus served raw. In front of it lies a letter, addressed in her name. Was there someone just here a moment ago that had been watching her, knowing she was coming this way?

Pick up the letter
Current arousal: 3/13

@Karasuhime
Abigail is about halfway up to the top. The vibrations are very much pleasurable. The amount of focus needed to keep on the cranks prevents her from rushing through the lift. (hence the 1d10)

1d10
Spaces left: 4
Current arousal: 1/18
 
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As she's running down the corridor, Vivian was surprised as something popped out from a pot, but did not give it any time to mess around as she rushes past it, to a well-set dining room. As she prepares to head off once more, the meal being served catches her eye.

Octopus didnt seem too common a meal, especially raw, but this was a more eccentric castle-type place, so it doesn't seem too strange. Especially not as strange as the lingering effects of the food bring on a deep heat in the waitress, or the letter directed to... her?

Intrigued by the correspondence, the waitress leans over the table in front of the to-be-consumed meal, and goes about reading her letter.
 
"Wha... hey!" Anna Marie let out an outraged as the clamps suddenly locked themselves around her feet. She was about to follow it up with a few more choice words when the creaking and clanking of the armour drew her attention. She looked back up at armour, and then across to its halberd, and her breath caught in her throat.

But only for a moment.

"What kind of sick joke is this?!" She shouted to the room at large, while her hands flew back over the dials, turning them back down essentially at random. "This isn't funny, you hear me! Let me out!"

[Anna Marie inputs 213]
 
Willow could feel the horses moving behind her, but she concentrates on grabbing the rope. Before she can react and pull out from the hole, she feels a horse grab at her waist, pulling on her sweater, then another grab the waist of her jeans. More horses neigh, and she is tugged and pulled back, or rather her clothes up and down. She could feel the jeans and her panties get punched up against her bush, making Willow "Eeek!" almost whine. Straining to get the rope pulled she hopes that the door would open in front of her, not sure if she could otherwise escape the horses. But she does not think of what really these animals want to do to her, Willow just fights their muscles and weights, until she would encounter a hardening cock...

[She is able to pull the rope adequately in the 4th turn, and it takes another two to break free from the horses...]
 
Alex can hardly believe what she is seeing. She is stunned as the statue leans in, only getting her bearings when it is already too late. She stumbles backwards, crawling away, but the huge statue is faster and easily wraps its fingers around her DD-cup breasts. It is the first time anyone other than her has touched them, and it is the first time anyone has touched them erotically, even including Alex. She lets up a seductive moan that surprises even her as the groping turns her on involuntarily. Even if it feels good to her, she hates it with every fiber of her being.

[Roll: 7]

"L-let go of me! You can't t-touch me there!"
The statue, of course, doesn't care about her objections and continues fondling her anyway. With demanding it stop clearly not working, she grabs its fingers and tries to pry them off her sensitive skin. But her efforts are totally worthless. The statue is so much stronger than her, she doesn't have any chance of getting them off. Her final hope is to back away further, but the statue holding her boobs makes even that impossible. She is out of options, as her pussy involuntarily starts to get very wet.
 
Indulging in even more pleasure, Abigailed savoured even more of the moment, ecstasy enhanced by looking down upon the library as she was halfway to the top. Everything was starting to look smaller - the globe, every tile on the floor, they all looked like a dollhouse from here.

Soon, she was up and the trip would come to a halt. The moments were short-lived, and the aftertaste would begin to fade, but for what it's worth, it was certainly enjoyable.

[1d10: 5]
 
@Karasuhime
The effects of the ride weren't going to fade away though. Abigail would still feel the tingle just as much while she continued on. The upper section was filled with more walls of books but there was a clear path out of there. The shelves created a long pathway leading to a door. The aisle was completely pitch black in darkness as the lighting ended where she was and didn't start again until the door. It was impossible to tell what was in that hallway, the darkness was so great that one couldn't see their own hands when looking down.

1d20
Spaces to travel: 25
Despite looking like a 'corridor' this is very much a 'challenge' as there are no random encounters here... just guaranteed encounters
Current arousal: 2/18

@UseAlex
The statue didn't linger on Alex's tits for very long. Soon it was trailing a hand behind her and hooking up fingers right up between her legs. Her clothes were barely any good at stopping the digits from rubbing firmly on the red flower hidden up inside. The hand still on her breasts were pulling the fabric so much that a tear starts to form down the collar.

1d20, 11 or higher to escape
(Name how many rolls it takes to get a pass)
Current arousal: 5/12 (Base of 1, +1 from Vanilla 1 as the statue is still human-like and the act not considered 'unusual')

@ChrisGabriel
In the time it takes to finally pull the rope, Willow would experience her first true violation for the night. The horses managed to yank the clothes off her enough, doing damage to them that'll make them hard to wear afterwards. Her ass is completely exposed out and she is still forced to be on her hands and knees. Legs are propped up to either side of her, the heaving chest of a stud billowing overhead, and she suddenly feels a great hard heat slapping between her cheeks. Just as she finally pulls the rope, her thighs are shoved far apart and bolts of mind fogging pleasure start shooting up her body as the beast impales her pussy with a cock that should've harmed her. But despite it's size, it manages to fit almost all the way in, filling her up beyond what physical room should've been there. As she tries to escape, the cock begins to pound and slap hard on her ass, shoving her along the floor.

Thankfully for her, horses can't exactly hold her down, so she manages to crawl and flee away from the studs. The doorway was a chunk of nearby wall that slid open with a clank and she's able to enter the hidden passage. Neighing wildly, the horses try to give pursuit with dongs flapping around under them. But the doorway latches shut, leaving her alone with a stairway ahead of her in the dim light and her throbbing pussy dripping wet from the experience. Her body is now on fire from the ordeal and the pleasure isn't going back down.

Hard Learning Status: New Type Encountered, Bestiality
Current arousal: 10/12 (Base of +4 when trying to pull the rope, +1 when trying to escape, +4 from Hard Learner being activated)
Now Entering Floor 2

@Ironuyh
Five holds the keys to eight
The first will lead you to the three
An offering will spare you as the only one

There is nothing else written on the letter, not even a sign of who wrote it or what it could possibly mean. But Vivian wouldn't have much time to dwell on that for the moment. As she had been looking down at the letter, the octopus had sprung to life and started to wrap itself around her arms and legs. Before she could do anything, it already starts to grope her tits through the maid outfit as it's slimy tentacles coaxed her, soaking the clothing.

1d12
7 or higher in order to escape (name the number of attempts this takes)
Current arousal: 6/13 (modifier of +1 because of Filthy 1 +1 Aphrodisiac)
Effect of aphrodisiac ends

@Silverbird
The second code is also incorrect. The free arm on the armor springs forward and pins Anna's torso down in front of the dials. With her bent forward, her rear is sticking out towards the suit. The halberd arm clanks and trembles with grinding gears and springwork contractions as it raises the weapon towards the ceiling. The hand holding her down slides over her waist and grabs her firmly.

Little does she know it's not the pointy end of that halberd the armor is set to use.

Also, the third dial suddenly malfunctions and is stuck on 3. Hopefully, that's the position it needs to be in...

(Go down a list of what combinations come to mind first, with 3 in the third spot)
Current arousal: 0/18
 
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As she leans over the table, Vivian reads the contents of the letter aloud to herself, a confused expression being readily apparent on her face. Only as she goes to put the letter in her backpack does she feel a tentacle wrap around her arm, drawing a panicked look to the octopus. The waitress cries out in surprise, falling back as the octopus constricts around her and gropes her expansive chest, drawing a deep blush to the dirty-minded contestant. It certainly didn't help that she had the snack's side-effects still messing with her.

After a few attempts, Vivian manages to burst out from her captor's tentacles, clothes sodden and sticky for her troubles as she tries to keep going forward, letter and backpack full of snacks in tow.

[Vivian would take three attempts to break free.]
 
While she was now painfully aware of the clanking and creaking behind her, Anna Marie was still caught off-guard by the sudden force against her back. She let out a surprised gasp as she was forced down against the pillar, her chest squashing up against the stonework. Her skirt wasn't quite short enough to reveal anything simply from being forced into this undignified position, but the fabric clung tightly to her ass as it was forcibly pushed out towards her attacker.

"Get off me!" She continued to shout in protest, but genuine fear was beginning to drive out the indignation in her voice. She tried looking back at the armour again, but with the force on her back couldn't quite twist her neck far enough for a good view. She saw movement as the halberd began to rise, felt its hand slide down her back to grab hold of her waist, then, finally, remembered that the dials existed and began twisting them for all she was worth.

[In order, Anna Marie enters:
113
123
223]
 
It took Alex much longer to realize just how much the groping was affecting her than it would have for a girl with more experience. She underestimated it at first, thinking that something as gross and violating as this could never get her hot. But when her pussy started to throb, it became crystal clear that she was more turned on than she had ever been.
"No! Let go! You can't do this to me!"
By 'do this to me' she was talking more about arousing her than just feeling her up. Both felt defiling to her, but it was the fact that she was involuntarily aroused that really frustrated her. She did NOT want to be feeling what she was feeling between her legs. She was so wet and hot and tingling, her pussy eager for more stimulation as the statue rubbed firmly on her crotch.

[Roll: 8]
[Roll: 14]

She was about to pull back again, trying to get away from the statue, but when she tried, she found her knees giving out beneath her. She was just not used to being this aroused. She was completely unprepared for her strength going out, her breathing getting heavy, her heart pounding away in her chest, and her body quivering. The result was a pathetic attempt at escape. The statue easily was able to lift her up onto her tiptoes, squeezing her rear end with fingers running up and down her slit. As much as she hated to admit it, the statue's immense strength was adding to her arousal. The fact that she was so helpless in its grasp made her even wetter. Realizing that she needed to muster everything she had if she wanted to break free, she increased her resolve and pulled back again, this time having a better understanding of her own weakened body's limitations.
 
Abigail was wary as she moved forward. She tried to make as little noise as possible, so that she could hear the surroundings for a change - the breathing and creaking of threats that would potentially loom here, as well as those of the things that could aid her. Abigail wasn't exactly a stranger to darkness. She flinched not a bit, but whether she should flinch - she will find out soon enough.

Whenever that'll be.

[1d20: 11]
 
If not for the surprise of being thateasily impaled fully by something soo huge, if not for the weight of the horse easily pushing her forward/sideways, and if Willow was not fearing for her life under all those strong horse legs all around while the animals neighted and tried to get to her, she was not sure if she would have left the stable. Panting and trembling with the stress and arousal, the redhead rested against the wall close to the automatically locked door. Gripping the remains of her pullover and jeans, Willow moaned and sobbed a little. "That was too hot and good to be true!" she blushed heavily.

*Well, no way backwards now...* she tought, while trying to get her clothes insome kind of order. Finally giving up on being able to save her panties or the waistban of her jeans without any sewing equipment, Willow took it off and instead she tied to tie it around her waist in a makeshift miniskirt to hide her nakedness. She alsocarefully touched her pussy that was just given a foot long beer bottle thick hot meatrod... Willow shuddered with the memory of the sensations. At leasther pullover still coveredher breasts, even if it became a cropped top with hanging pieces around her waist.

But not able to go backwards, and not wanting to just stay next to the door, Willow finally looked around and went forward, thinking if she would maybe able to visit the horses after she won, because it felt like it was much safer than in real life it should be - also, there was no way that she would do anything like that after going home to Sunnydale. Willow just blushed harder.
 
@Ironuyh
Vivian's outfit was quickly made wet by those slimy tentacles. The fine fabric starts to cling fast to her skin showing off the undergarments underneath. Buttons holding it together over her bust start to pop off as three of those deplorable tendrils drill pass the cloth and grope her tits from underneath. Those little suction covered digits squeezed and sucked at the skin while the tips begin trailing carefully towards her nipples. Down below, a couple more of the tentacles clamp firmly around her thighs and try to split her apart where she stood. Another two made sure to keep her arms bound outwards to either side. Once her nipples are located, they wrap around them and start pulling and tugging. Already, her body is already betraying her as the pleasure keeps bolting up. But it just gets worse when one of the tentacles slither up between her thighs and slips pass her panties. Hooking around and shoving the panties off to the side, it starts to hotdog itself between her swollen pussylips just underneath her skirt. The clit is shocked with bliss with rapid, firm grinds.

Somehow, she manages to find a way to get released from the creature as it grew careless in its attempts. Though now the top part of her soaking outfit can no longer close up in front, and it makes sure to keep a part of her with it as the tentacles grab and rip off her panties. Soaking wet and now going commando under the skirt, her body is now completely on fire as it had managed to push her right near the edge. The doorway leading to a set of stairs is now up ahead and not obstructed, but she'll find she won't be able to walk without constantly dripping her juices over the floor behind her.

Current arousal: 12/13
Now entering Floor 2

@Karasuhime
Abigail doesn't have to travel very far into the darkness before she would feel an intrusion. Her clothes start to crinkle and bunch up over her chest and crotch, pushing pressure on those areas. The indentations form into vague hand shapes while something invisible to all other senses literally start to grope her. If she were to try swatting the invisible hands away, she would feel nothing for her own hands to make contact with. Moving away faster from the spot doesn't change anything either. They just keep pressing down and fingers start pinching on the skin below through the fabric. A couple - A few - a dozen - no, even more hands start joining the indulgence as she moves through the darkness, the heat between her legs starting to truly rise.

Spaces left: 14
Current arousal: 3/18

@Silverbird
(223 was the code)

With one hand shoving that skirt up, the armor lined up the butt end of the halberd towards her ass when she entered in the next code. One more failed attempt afterwards, and the rounded end of the vibrating halberd plunged forward. Her panties are shoved off to the side and bulbous end pushes hard against her pussy. And then it starts to vibrate, hard. The clanking gears deep inside cause it to drill her like a toy, reverberating against those nicely trimmed lips. She would be caught off guard by a sudden bolt of pleasure going up her body as the mechanism violated her, making her blush and moan. If it wasn't for guessing the code correctly next, it would have got her soaking quickly. But instead as soon as she got the code in, the statue pulled immediately back into the original position. The clamps around her ankles clank loose and the next door flings open with a bang.

Current arousal: 1/18 (-1 from Slow Burner)
Now entering Floor 2

@UseAlex
The statue would have her whole shirt ripped off and left nearly topless as it continued to squeeze and pinch her mounds. Down below, her legs were made to start drizzling as a couple fingers started poking through and prodding her entrance. But just as it was getting up inside her, Alex would catch the sight of a large bulge beginning to form in between the statue's legs. When she would finally escape, a long, thick cock had sprung out from it and based on the tugging the statue was giving it was clear what would've been in store for her if she didn't break away as soon as she did. The statue continued to claw and reach out for her but with the feet pinned down where they were it could no longer do anything to her. Nothing was left to stop her from unlocking the door and opening up the stairway behind it.

Current arousal: 8/12 (+2 from failed roll, +1 from sight of cock after escaping)
Now entering Floor 2

@ChrisGabriel
(Going to wait until everyone has entered floor 2. This will be the only time when we'll wait for other players.)
 
As the octopus probed under her clothing, a sultry moan comes unbidden from Vivian as her sizable chest is groped all over. The slimy advance seemed intent on ruining her clothes as the grip on the woman was tightened, met with meager struggling from the redhead. Vivian cries out in lust as her nipples are teased, rather weak to the acts being done to her, where they were being done, and the residual effects of the prior snack.

As the more adventurous tentacle down below gets near to her nethers, Vivian thrashes against the tentacles around her legs, trying to close them to the beast in front of her, to little avail. As the tentacle shifts her panties out of the way, the waitress cries out. "N-No! Aah~!" Her cries of protest soon melt into those of abject pleasure as the tentacle rubs itself strongly against the redhead's slit, even jerking and tweaking her clit, drawing salacious moans from the whorishly proportioned contestant. However, just as the octopus gets it's prey just on the edge of climax, Vivian's knees buckle, and with the cephalopod much more focused on getting inside of it's prey, drops her. The sticky slime the octopus emitted served as a perfect escape lubricant, after soaking the woman head to toe.

Quickly, Vivian pulls herself away, but not before her attacker garnered a trophy as her panties are ripped off from her. The waitress hardly cares as she rushes to the exit, one hand holding back her prodigious chest, no longer held by her clothing, whilst gripping her backpack with the other. Not too clearly seen with the slime covering her, but the redhead hardly holds back tears as she avoids rape. Despite that, a deep blush that contests her hair for deepest red burns on her face as her pussy lewdly squelches alongside the clicking of the waitress' heels. A veritable trail is left behind Vivian, made from the lubricant the octopus had, as well as the woman's own lewd juices. This contestant's heavy breathing came not only from the breakneck run, but also from being left on the edge of climax, as she climbs the stairs to the next floor, looking an absolute mess.
 
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