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|·._.·´¯ ✨ Escape Room of Kink, Like Totally!✨ ¯`·._.·| (IC)

Character Name: John Dirk
Wearing: A suit and tie befitting a game show host
Location: The Escape Room Facility, Control Room
Tagging/ Mentioning: The Chase Sisters
Affiliations/Notes: Round 2!

"Don't be shy, contestant 1, you have to touch it before it reacts to you! Show the fellas some love!" he instructed them, as Abby seemed unclear on how to get things started, but he loved the enthusiasm of her starting off touching her own breasts. She was by far the most sexual of the sisters, for a variety of reasons, and he wished the others were even half that open.

Once triggered, Abby's first choice would distort its head. Becoming slightly larger, it formed indentations to simulate eyes, a small protruding nose, and quite a prominent mouth, and even a tongue that seemed to be covered in the same stretchy material. "Feed me, Mama!" it spoke in a robotic voice through what seemed to be a speaker in the back of its mouth. "Om nom nom!" it mouthed, very overtly, and finished by licking its lips, awaiting her insertion of whichever of her two breasts she wanted to present first into its eager gob.

Cordelia on the other hand chose a mannequin with a large phallus that emerged from the base of its torso upon activating. While hard and firm, if squeezed it would be clear that it was made of a toughened rubber style material. "Titty fuck! Titty fuck!" its robotic voice cheered, though unlike Abby's mannequin, this one's face did not change. Cordelia clearly got the opposite of what she had been hoping for, and now had to sandwich its cock between her breasts and hump it with her chest until it felt like it had enough and either gave her a reward, or let her know that she'd just done that for nothing. Nothing, at least, if she didn't allow herself to enjoy it!
 
Character Name: Abigail Chase
Wearing: Shiny skintight Totally Spies themed latex catsuit (black/pewter) with helmet/long gloves/matching ankle boots and belt
Location: Room full of strange mannequins
Tagging | Mentioning:
Afflictions | Notes:

Abbey would be caught off guard for a second as the mannequin in front of her came to life. Her surprise would turn into an eye roll as her mannequin said the super cheesy "Fee me, Mama!". She would watch as the head of the mannequin transformed into somewhat of a face, with very large lips and a tongue, obviously designed to attend to one of her breasts.

Looking back at her sisters, she would say "Turns out the things tell you what they want" just as she heard Sarah's mannequin ask for a titty fuck, making Abbey snicker.

"Here goes nothing" she mumbled to herself as she stepped forward and presented one of her perky round FF cup breasts, pressing the shiny thin latex against the lips of 'the thing'. This was so weird. Thankfully, she was facing the wall near the corner, so she didn't feel like anyone could see much.
 
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"If that is nothing, you can switch with me and get to your knees here!" Cordelia exclaimed to her sister's mumbling. She did hear that doll's request, and was thinking how much easier would be just filling its mouth with a latex encased tit, than actively pushing two tits around a dildo. At least to her it was way less hassle and would be not as slutty either...

But of course would have way less chance to produce what they had to get here to win. "So, Clover? Come here and get your price, and I will shut that doll up instead of you..."

But Cordelia would keep her attention on their other sister, curious of what 'Alex' found, as it would indicate what other kind of tricks this room had for them.
 
Character Name: Abigail Chase
Wearing: Shiny skintight Totally Spies themed latex catsuit (black/pewter) with helmet/long gloves/matching ankle boots and belt
Location: Room full of strange mannequins
Tagging | Mentioning:
Afflictions | Notes:

Abbey was amused as she heard her sister Cordelia trying to trade mannequins with her just as Abbey was about to offer her latex clad breast to her mannequin. She would stop and think about it for all but one second, and reply "Seriously Sam? Am I going to end up have to take all the 'tough one' from you? If we are going to get through this and win this, everyone has to put in the effort, that includes YOU". It was obvious from the tone of her voice that Cordelia's idea was a no-go, as Abbey pressed her latex encased tit flesh into the mouth of her mannequin, wondering what was going to happen next.
 
Sighing, Cordelia looked at her other sister first, but at her shaking her head, she looked down "Fuck." she exhaled. She tried lifting the partial mannequin, or at least push it towards another one, thinking that she could maybe do two at the same time, or maybe she wouldn't have to kneel down for this... and if she was real lucky, she could at least play one's target area against another wish... After all, these was just animatronics.

She even thought about just leaving it there alone with the rudding erection under it, but as she hesitated, her two sister was already into their 'job' enough that their arousal and growing pleasure got her motor running even more. She was horny enough to just try to ride this cock before her! Instead she finally got to her knees, and tried not to sound like she was having any kind of fun, while she moved her body by swaying back and fro, holding her breasts around the dildo... It sqeaked a little, slid more, and she could feel and even see her own erect nipples as her mouth salivated and pussy throbbed from having the nicely sized almost lifelike toy where it had to go for now.
 
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Character Name: John Dirk
Wearing: A suit and tie befitting a game show host
Location: The Escape Room Facility, Control Room
Tagging/ Mentioning: The Chase Sisters
Affiliations/Notes: Round 2!


While there was technically no rule against trading, Dirk did not want Cordelia squirming her way out of the much more 'active' of the mannequins. She hadn't put in quite the expected effort in the last round and needed to be compelled to participate on the right level if she wasn't going to willingly. But something must have finally stirred in her, as she began to get into it more than even he had expected from her at this point. And the ejaculations hadn't even yet begun, exposing the girls to the aphrodisiac substance in it and making them more eager to compete in the games, especially as things became more and more directly interactive.

The combination of advanced animatronics and nanotech made the mannequin heads almost indistinguishable from an actual human's, with every movement a person's mouth could make, they could imitate. So as Abby presented herself to her mannequin, it wrapped its greedy mouth around it and began to make deep sucking motions, ignoring that only the nipple was meant to produce what it was after. It was also rather warm inside its mouth, oddly like it was mimicking human body temperature (or a little more, even) before loosing its grip and finally, with the stimulation at is peak, clamping down on the nipple, and beginning to vibrate whatever its approximation of lips were, furthering the pleasurable sensations it was giving Abby. And that was just for one of her breasts, it still needed to give her other tit a turn.

The dildo reacted to a minute's stimulus from Cordelia with a noticeable swelling of its girth, particularly the detailed glans at its peak, hyper-realistic despite the generic look of the mannequin to which it was attached. It heated up accordingly too, hinting that she was on the right track, doing the correct sort of thing, as well as sending out a timed pulse to simulate increased blood flow and the associated throbbing. If a person put a cardboard wall between the mannequin and its phallus, it would be difficult to tell that it wasn't a perfectly normal human penis poking through a glory hole.
 
"Gross!" Cordelia exclaimed loudly, looking away, but she did keep up her holding her breasts around the dildo, the changes in it radiationg sensations into her body through her tits... Her hands and all of her lips itched to feel the cock too, but she had enough self control to not show that... So even her happy moans came out as groaning, as she felt the warm throbbing. Cordelia did try covering more of the appendage with her thin latex covered boobs, wondering if they would work just like this for 'real'.

The next thing she realised was her helmeted head knocking into the body of the manequin, as her face mask nodded towards the cock. She instantly straightened and tried to show nonchalance. No way was she getting obviously into this! Even if her body was just happily purring with even more arousal, as she hadn't got off before - and wasn't planning to get off on this either, damn it!
 
Character Name: Abigail Chase
Wearing: Shiny skintight Totally Spies themed latex catsuit (black/pewter) with helmet/long gloves/matching ankle boots and belt
Location: Room full of strange mannequins
Tagging | Mentioning:
Afflictions | Notes:

Abbey had expected something mechanical as she pressed her rubber encased tit flesh into the 'mouth' of the mannequin, but what she felt was surprisingly organic. And to Abbey's surprise, the 'mouth' would stretch to literally suction cup itself onto her entire breast, forcing the thin tight latex that once stretched across her breasts to mold itself into her cleavage. It was warm inside, and the 'mouth' massaged Abbey's perky round FF cup breast better than anything she had ever felt before. She would let out of a bit of a squeal as she felt the deepest part of the 'mouth' latch onto her hard nipples, as it played with them. The sensation was shockingly erotic, eliciting a soft feminine moan from Abbey as she pressed herself deeper into the mouth. She would exclaim "Oh my, this feels great!!", and she wasn't lying either, this felt fantastic. At this rate, men would be rendered obsolete, and replaced by much more enjoyable mannequins. The 'mouth' would start to narrow and concentrate instead on just her nipple and the surround rubber covered tit flesh.

Abbey would let the mouth do one breast for a while, but she wanted to switch, so she would slowly pull out, slipping her rubber gloved fingers between the mouth and the rubber encased breast flesh in order to 'break' the suction seal, before pulling away and offering her other breast.
 
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Character Name: John Dirk
Wearing: A suit and tie befitting a game show host
Location: The Escape Room Facility, Control Room
Tagging/ Mentioning: The Chase Sisters
Affiliations/Notes: Round 2!


Dirk had the game rigged, the mannequins would release the spritz of 'jizz' at any time he chose, as they were all loaded with it, not just six of the dozens of them, so the girls would get lucky on their very first guess, but they still had to earn it. Abby's lucky guess allowed her all the pleasure with none of the effort, unlike Cordelia, the stubborn one who took longer to come around and enjoy herself, with the 'punishment' of having a mannequin that required her to get down and dirty and put in work to get her reward.

Abby's mannequin finished gobbling her teats, making a tiny burping noise as if it had swallowed some milk when (even if the suit hadn't prevented any from leaking out) there was none. The head morphing once again, causing the mouth to separate the top half like the lid on a latched box, and the tongue inflating until it looked like a modest-sized cock and spurted the proof of completion, a lightly milky substance with a slightly on the thicker side oily consistency all over Abby's chest, a veritable mouthful had it gone inside, and instead coated her from her shoulder blades down to her navel as it spread until flat against her, no longer pooling with surface tension.

Cordelia, naturally, did not have to watch her mannequin morph at all as its phallus was already presented, and its rapid but smaller multiple spurts went a little wild, splashing her faceplate, neck, and each breast as it was pointing more upward than forward unlike Abby's. The result was the same, of course, neither of them understanding the nature of the aphrodisiac compound and how it would affect them. Even if they hadn't already begun to get into the spirit of the game, they wouldn't be able to resist things, especially as they escalated and began to involve penetration into their orifices.

"Congratulations, ladies, you guessed right on your first round! Let's see if you get two in a row, and who reaches three cumshots each!" he announced, the mannequins that had just ejaculated reverting to their blank-faced forms and no longer able to react as they were already correctly identified as winning guesses.

Allowing the girls to move on to their next choice as they had planned, new variations would be discovered, so it was unlikely any of them would encounter the same type of mannequin challenge twice. In fact that was the case, as Abby's second choice turned out to be something more akin to Cordelia's first choice, and vice versa.

Abby's new mannequin did not have a mouth that opened, speaking only through a microphone from within. "Me wanna motorboat! Hold me tight and don't let me slide out!" it instructed, awaiting the touch of Abby's breasts on either side of its head as it began to gyrate, up and down and shaking its head from side to side, helped along by the slowly drying lubricant left on Abby's chest. No suction this time, just keeping the head within her chest region as it nuzzled, shook, and pumped.

Cordelia's second mannequin on the other hand was a bit more crude. "Me milk you like cow! Moooooo!" it had a huskier voice, and also did not form a mouth. Instead, its chest cavity opened up two holes in its pectoral area, and two pipes emerged. They moved forward, then backward, and made a vacuum-like sucking noise that seemed to indicate it was meant to be a pseudo-milking device that would do both of her breasts at once unlike Abby's one-at-a-time mannequin. Since there was no lactation occurring, it would simply stimulate Cordelia's tits like a penis pump would for a cock.
 
The wild spurting from the almost too real dildo surprised Cordelia,leaving her frozenwith inactionfirst, just holding in place as it came and the voice praised them. Then she jumped up with all the grace of a scared cat, just a little bit swaying on her legs. Fortunately the latexcatsuit kind of helpedher keep it together, but unlickily shecould not fleefrom thedroplets clinging to her faceplate.

"Yuck, yuck, gross!" she whined, her arms moving to hastily clean off the mask, gloveless fingers viping the fluid down - straight onto her breasts. She was even cleaning off her fingers by wiping them onto her hips automatically. Then like nothing happened, - not wanting to show that she was loosing her cool -, even if she was flushing and breathing more heavily under the suit, Cordeliajust tried to walk it off. Getting her legs some exercise while her sisters got to their next manequins, Cordelia laughed at Abby's new choice voicing its wish. "Still not wanting to switch, Clover?" before she even chose another just like the one before, on a stand, curious if it would be the same trick like the one before.

Then of course she groaned at her own's choice's words. "Who the hell writes your pick up lines!?" Cordelia looked at Abby, ready to switch, even waiting to see what their other sister got this time contrary to the previous one of hers...

But Cordy's breasts was aching, and her nipples was rock hard, showing through the thin material, so finally she just hugged her arms around her doll's neck, letting it capture her nipples as she stepped right up to it. She surprised even herself whispering to it "I wish you was sucking my whole breasts, baby." but at least she succeeded to bite back the moan as it latched on her nipples. She did need her arms helping her keep standing as the sensations coupling with the previous happenings left her legs weak, and pussy throbbing.

Cordelia would hang on, as she was slowly 'milked' towards orgasm. She flexed her muscles, then released them,flexed, and released, getting ready to to withstand the mounting pleasure without showing any outward signs, if she could. After all, she was just standing there, hugging the manequin, nothing to see, nothing to comment on... nothing to remember... but she was lost in the sensations and didn't even cared if the others finished and got 'lucky' this time too, and she wasn't released... Until her poor nipples couldn't take more, but that was further off with the protection of the latex layer.
 
Character Name: Abigail Chase
Wearing: Shiny skintight Totally Spies themed latex catsuit (black/pewter) with helmet/long gloves/matching ankle boots and belt
Location: Room full of strange mannequins
Tagging | Mentioning:
Afflictions | Notes: Torso covered in oily milky facsimile semen.

Abbey was surprised when the mouth stopped sucking on her rubber covered nipple, pulled back and the, opened up to reveal a tongue which turned into a cock, spurting out a generous amount of oily viscous whiteish liquid, obviously some sort of facsimile semen... Abbey would naturally reach up with her black rubber gloved hand and try to shield herself, but most of the fake semen was not covering her rubber encased torso, from her heck down to her navel, with some of it ending up on her black rubber gloves.

Abbey would instinctively step back, looking at the viscous fake semen coating her black latex gloved fingers, the tight black latex offering quite the contrast with the whiteish viscous liquid. Abbey would rub her gloved fingers together as she looked up at her other sister Cordelia who was wiping her gloved hands on her hips. Unlike Abbey, Cordelia no longer had the black latex gloves seeing that she had peeled them off in the first room they woke up in, all she had was the attached tight latex gloves of her catsuit, made of pewter colored latex.

Abbey would feel this strange warmth come over her as her arousal really jumped up several notches. She would have no way of understanding that the fake semen was actually laced with aphrodisiac which didn't require direct skin contact, but skin proximity. And considering that all that stood between her and the outside world was a thin tight latex catsuit, her body would definitely start reacting to the aphrodisiac semen. She could feel her core heating up, the way she feels when she gets really turned on, she could feel the inner tightness in her core as well...

Abbey would blush behind her full face latex hood, behind the full face plate of her helmet. She would walk up to the next mannequin and quickly find out what her next 'task' was. This time around, she didn't hesitate, as she pressed her breasts into the head of the mannequin, the face of the mannequin forcing the latex that once stretched between Abbey's perky round FF cup breasts into her cleavage as Abbey's fake semen covered rubber encased tit flesh smothered the mannequins face. Abbey would reach up with her black latex gloved hands and grab onto her rubber encased tit flesh, pressing it inwards into the face of the mannequin as it began to effectively rub all over her cleavage. It was a little difficult to hold onto her breasts with the oily semen covering her black latex gloved fingers, making them super slippery, so Abbey had to continuously 're-grab' her breasts and push them back into the head of the mannequin.

The sensation was arousing and Abbey could definitely feel herself getting wet. Even the Compound 7 nanites that ordinately kept her clean and dry inside of her tight latex catsuit were having trouble keeping up with Abbey's wetness, she could feel it between her legs, where the latex pressed tightly against her femininity. This particular task wasn't as fun as having your nipples sucked on, but it still got Abbey hot and bothered.
 
Character Name: John Dirk
Wearing: A suit and tie befitting a game show host
Location: The Escape Room Facility, Control Room
Tagging/ Mentioning: The Chase Sisters
Affiliations/Notes: Round 2!


Dirk was delighted by the performances this round, Cordelia was changing her tune even if she was trying to keep it private; his microphones picked up even her whispering and he had to turn off his mic so the girls wouldn't hear him laughing over it. If they believed there was a little too much invasion of privacy it wouldn't be so easy to gloss over it. If they thought this was fun, they'd better prepare for the next one!

The surprise jizz prize was delightful, neither expected it despite how obvious it seemed, and even overtly warned them it would come in the form of something that would happen when a normal stimulation with breasts would finish...they'd best learn to start using some imagination and learning to let out their inner pervert or they'd be unprepared for the even more sexually charged events yet to come. Abby hardly needed her dose of aphrodisiac, she'd already proved him right as far as he was concerned, but her sisters weren't quite ready to embrace their horny side.

It wasn't necessary to prolong the game, the results were being achieved and they were definitely ready for the next stage. With that, one last application of spunk for each of them just to really let them feel dirty. "Moo! Moo! Milk for YOU!!!" Cordelia's mannequin finally ceased its suction of her nipples and its tubes receded slightly, pulling back so as to spurt with both of them a thicker glob of fake semen that went below her chest, dripping down her abdomen, and if not wiped away, would seep down to her sex, making the effect of the aphrodisiac even more pronounced and getting her even more hot and bothered.

Abby's motor boater also allowed its tongue to wander, the stiff little thing having a similar poking sensation as its nose and chin as it rubbed and blew raspberries from the outer edge of one breast to her sternum to the other breast. When it had finally had enough, in a slightly demeaning twist, it seemed to simply spit its frosty reward onto her stomach, like she was a cheap whore that had failed to satisfy her client. Still, that counted as a victory, and she was in the same situation as Cordelia, where her lower body was in danger of being made uncontrollably in need of multiple orgasms.

Abby and Cordelia were now both tied, and only one of the two of them needed to win a third round. If Cordelia wanted to be the one to win the 10 million (or so she would believe) she couldn't afford to keep losing to Abby. If she showed a willingness on the level of Abby on their third mannequin, he'd allow her to win the third splash of spunk. In fact, she'd already begun to move in that direction, so if she had some positive encouragement to do better, it could do the trick. "We have a winner! A surprise upset from the more prudish contestant! She seems to be unlocking her inner slut and we love it! Let's hope that trend continues, it's no fun when a game is one-sided!" He announced, allowing them to proceed to the third challenge.

The next room was quite a bit different, full of what looked like hip-height metal rod fencing, arranged in what looked like an incomplete circuit maze. Every so often, some of the sections would alternate and reconnect to others. "Take a wild guess about this one, girls! It's a maze, but the maze moves! Pick your entry point carefully, or you may end up going around and around in circles waiting for the right opportunity to get onto the route to the finish line!" he gave them the basic gist. But as the lights started to dim, he laughed a bit ominously. "But that would be too easy of course! So there are a few other obstacles to make things more interesting. Step over the bar to start, with your legs on either side. Is it digging into your sensitive bits? Well, it's supposed to, ha ha! Every now and then you'll feel some bumps, or the bars will be turning in a circle and constantly stimulating you, just to tickle you down there while you're trying to look about and find your way. If you run into a particularly BIG bump, well, you'd better ride it til it goes down or you won't be able to move forward! Oh, and if you fall over, you have to start all over, and each time you fall costs you a point, so the secret is...don't!" he laughed. "There could be other obstacles too, in the dark...nothing dangerous, mind you, but it might feel creepy and crawly, so keep your eyes peeled!" he warned them, as the light went completely dark and the room suddenly became illuminated by what looked like some rave glow sticks that were all over, from the ceilings, walls and floor to portions of the actual bars they were meant to be walking along.

"Just make it from the end of the room you started on to the opposite end, and you pass! Another game with no set time limit, so use that to keep yourselves from toppling over! The only other rule is, no moving backward! The bars will start to raise big bumps behind you to prevent it too, but that warning will help you avoid losing balance and falling. Have at it!" he played a quick tune that someone would expect to hear preceding a horse race.
 
Cordelia sagged in frustration, as her nipples was let go right before the slight pain and exquisite throbbing from the suckling could push her into orgasm. Her legs failed her, and her juices would be filling the crotch of the catsuit if not for the special cream that made them almost glide inside their suits and fitting the material skintight. She dipped, curling her shoulders, when the squirting began, wanting to feel the shots hitting her breasts, maybe if they hit her sensitive nipples just right, she wouldbeable to cum...

She did not wanted to straight out start masturbaring, and there was no way she would ask her sisters for help! Not even caring that she got 'lucky' twice in a row, or how her sisters fared, - or thatit was suspicious -, she hurried to another form in the middle of the room. Cordelia's suited body was dripping with the 'cum'and the girl was breathing heavier with her boobs obviously heaving and swaying just like her ass as she walked on her weak, trembling legs.

Her eyes went over a mannequin laying on the floor, and she was activating it without laying down. But she would definitely sitting down on it, evenif by not using her breasts she wouldn't win, she would try to get off on it without being seen too slutty. Cordelia was just too horny, and the previous hypnosis with the new spurts of aphrodisiac sweeped away her willpower or doubts.
 
Character Name: Abigail Chase
Wearing: Shiny skintight Totally Spies themed latex catsuit (black/pewter) with helmet/long gloves/matching ankle boots and belt
Location: Room full of strange mannequins
Tagging | Mentioning:
Afflictions | Notes: Cumming

Abbey was once again covered in viscous spunk for the second mannequin, but this time around the semen seemed thicker. She happily fondled the thick gooey semen all over her rubber covered breasts as the sexiest of moans escaped her soft luscious lips. Abbey was still trying to control herself, but it was so hard, she felt so incredibly horny it was almost overwhelming. Her body was on fire, and the feeling of the tight rubber all over her only intensified the sensation. Abbey's last mannequin would be one which created cavities in its chest to welcome her breasts, and Abbey would happily press into it, feeling the mannequin suck and fondle her breasts under the effects of the suction which kept her secured against the mannequin. Abbey was so aroused that one of her black latex gloved hands would reach out between her legs and begin pleasuring herself, her long feminine gloved fingers rubbing away at her sensitive rubber covered lips. There was something so incredibly freeing about being enclosed in rubber and doing these fabulously depraved things while in the anonymity of her rubber suit.

But alas, even though Abbey was really putting on a show, Cordelia would win and the challenge would end. A lot of the semen that once was coating her breasts was gone, sucked off by that last mannequin, so Abbey only had trace amounts of semen left on the surface of her tight rubber spy suit.

The next challenge was strange. The girls would have to move around a maze, but they would be required to do so while effectively straddling a metal bar in a really dark room. Their feet would still touch the ground, but they would be on their tippy toes while inching their way forward on this metal bar which effectively pressed up against their latex covered sex.

Abbey chewed on her lower lip as she lifted one of her long latex encased legs above the bar as to straddle the bar. The bar was at just the perfect height for the sisters, pressing nicely enough into their sex without being painful, allowing them just enough to walk on the ground while making their way around the maze. Abbey wasted no time as she began inching her way forward, with both black latex gloved hands holding onto the bar in front of her as she moved forward...
 
After Cordelia was surprised by the mannequin laying under her kneeling form almost wordlessly and too soon for her to get more than just the rhytm going, she froze there on her knees, sitting on the doll on the floor... It must have malfunctioned, as it 'came' on her like it had a fast trigger, and didn't even touched it with her breasts! Maybe it sensed her asscheeks as breasts? Or it was somewhat faulty...

But hearing the announcer it sawned on her that they must have triggered it just to cover her more... or not give her time and a way to cum! Cordelia whined loudly "It does not count!" but the door to the next room opened, and she was not sinking so low as to just start to wriggle on an unmoving object without a right cause... other than she was now trembling with arousal as her pussy throbbed, and the new layer of aphrodesiac cum was clinging from her bottom, squishing between her thighs, as she stood up.

She didn't even really heard what the game master was saying, as it became obvius that they would be straddling the moving maze of metal rod fences, Cordelia slipped over a starting one. Letting it rest nicely under her latex covered pussy and ass, between her thighs, still slick with the cum like substance, she gasped and sagged onto it a little. As staying in one place would not lead her anywhere, Cordelia grabbed the horizontal pole with her hands, and started walking forward on her tiptoes. While her hands was in the lead, she hoped that the darkness covered her enough that she could ride the bumps to her pleasure as they appeared.
 
Character Name: John Dirk
Wearing: A suit and tie befitting a game show host
Location: The Escape Room Facility, Control Room
Tagging/ Mentioning: The Chase Sisters
Affiliations/Notes: Round 3!


The poles they were straddling were rotating, not unlike the swirly red-and-green gimmicks outside of barber shops, only horizontal, and some parts of the poles had bumps on them. The poles were, while extremely sturdy and durable, hollow and could expel or retract things within them, including extra-large phallus-like protrusions that, as the instructions had indicated, would not go down unless they were mounted and humped on long enough to recede. The timing was random, as were the locations on the poles that one could potentially jump out from, but the girls all had an equal chance to encounter one along the way, and have it slow her down or deter her progress if the timing meant the poles would shift to alter the path she wanted to take.

Some of the poles would have a chain of bumps and the rotation would catch them with every 360 degree spin, giving them a constant tickle until they reached the end of the chain. Some of them would even vibrate, or the rotation would halt in order to delivery a prolonged and violent vibration. And some portions of the poles just had a vacant hole through which something hiding within could slither out, or just poke out an appendage to cop a feel, or, if in the right spot, slide up another vacant hole...

"If you feel like you've hit a snag, reach up above your heads, you should be able to find something to grab onto and hoist yourself up without falling. But you may experience some inconvenient intrusion on your way down and by then, well, you'll just have to ride it out. Think of it as paying a toll, not unlike with the mannequins." he got them ready to feel the first unavoidable bump, randomly allowing the system to select which of them it would pop up in front of. A sizable dildo, one that may or may not vibrate as well, would halt the rotation of the pole and stand firmly in their way. But would it be Abby, or Cordelia, or...? But that didn't mean the other girl wouldn't encounter a surprise of her own, something slimy, warm, and moving of its own accord.
 
Cordelia was slithering along her pole, trying to find a 'snag' to hit, as the rolling pole just kept her arousal high, but shejust couldn't ride it right to an orgasm, as it was turning... When she found herself on a vibrating one, she did started to tremble and just stay a little bit to push herself over the edge. In the dark, she still tried to keep herself straight, and bit her lips so that her moans would not be audible. She still purred and her body squirmed as she took the edge off on the vibrating pole.

She was brething harder and maybe even gasping for air as the face covering breather was too regulated to her orgasmic moment. But staying on thatpart would justkeep her fired up and stay for another round, so she slid forward instead. Sqeaking as she moved in the latex catsuit, she finally felt a hole before a bump in front of her. But Cordelia kept moving forward, even as she lifted her arms to grab to whatever she could to stabilise herself on her toes as she started to slide over the obstacles...
 
Abbey was on the tip of her rubber booted toes as she was forced to 'slide' along the metal railing which effectively dug in between her lips. Thankfully, everything was quite dark so Abbey imagined that it was probably going to be very difficult for any of the 'viewers' to see anything. Abbey took her time, not wanting to fall off, but it was really difficult to concentrate. On some sections, the bar would vibrate and she would feel it ripple across the tight latex of her suit all the way against her clitoris. Several times, Abbey had to stop as her body quivered with the delight that radiated from between her legs. Her nipples were rock solid and her body was on fire with all of the devilish things that had happened to her up to now.

Abbey noticed that on some sections, she had to be even more on the tip of her toes that others, as if the bar's height was uneven, of the floor's height was uneven. Either way, it was difficult to move. And the darkness made it even more complicated, to find her way around the maze, to try and fight the darkness which made her disoriented. At one point, she was on the very tip of her toes and the bar would vibrate heavily, causing her abdomen to convulse a couple of times. This was all it took for Abbey to lose her footing, and with a feminine squeal, fall off the bar and to the floor, quite unceremoniously.
 
Character Name: John Dirk
Wearing: A suit and tie befitting a game show host
Location: The Escape Room Facility, Control Room
Tagging/ Mentioning: The Chase Sisters
Affiliations/Notes: Round 3!

"AAAAAAND Contestant number one crashes and burns, folks! Off to such a promising start, then losing the lead in round 2 and now, losing her first point! Tough break, kid, it happens to the best of us! Back to the starting line now, and don't worry, this doesn't mean you can't still win! If the other girls get turned in circles over and over, you can easily push past them onto the right track if you're careful! Just follow the glowing lights carefully and don't get caught up too long on any of the obstacles!" he encouraged Abby to keep going, as best as she could, that it was still anyone's game. And she hadn't even encountered one of the things he had expected to cause them to fall! To think what might happen when she got to one.

Being as far ahead now as she was, Cordelia was due for an obstacle and he popped up one of the larger poles in front of her, with the rail ceasing its rotation so she had to deal with it. Above their heads were the bars they could grasp to lift themselves onto them; if they attempted to skip over it with their upper body strength, even more would pop up in their path and they would certainly lose balance and fall, possibly hurting themselves, but they would be able to see and feel the added big bumps and know they weren't getting out of their predicament so easily. They'd have to fuck their way off of the phallic inflation to move on. At least all their lubrication in their loins would be trapped inside the suit so their track would not become slick and make it hard for them to stay stable.

But things weren't going to be so easy for Abby just because of the handicap of falling off and having to start over. Cordelia's lead wasn't that commanding and she was currently going to need to waste time on her first major obstacle. Abby had to earn her way back into the running. Two Ectoplasts were released from within the rail Abby has to re-adjust herself on. They were not intelligent enough to be worthy of being called 'pets' but were sufficient for games such as this. Their tentacles on the exterior were for mobility but like a little squid, but they had some within that were for more entertaining purposes, and both squirmed along the rail toward Abby, feeling the warmth from her previous attempt lingering as they headed in her direction near the starting line. With her holes not exposed because of her clinging to the pole at the site, they would have to find alternative avenues to stimulate themselves. Thankfully they were engineered for multiple different types of stimulation, targeting numerous erogenous zones around the body, any place they could reach, at the moment primarily the boobies and booty. They were rather warm themselves, and heavier than one would think just by looking, their density rather deceptive by appearance. And anyone who didn't want their presence clinging to their body would have a fairly easy time removing them, but not if they required both hands to help steady them in this exact type of situation.
 
Abbey was so angry at herself for falling to the ground like she did, so mad in fact that some of the arousal that was previously wreaking havoc with her ability to concentrate and focus was no overshadowed by her anger and competitiveness. She would quickly get up and feel her way back to the start, once again throwing one leg over the metal bar and straddling the bar again, feeling it dig into her rubber covered sex. She bit her lip as she felt that delightful shudder again, but she wasn't going to get distracted this time.

Digging deep, she began moving forward again, not realizing that two slimy Ectoplasts were oozing their way towards her. She could barely see her sister in the dark, so she didn't know what was going on with her, so she would call out "Sam, are you okay?" just to make sure.

It was really difficult focusing on 'moving forward' with the sensation between her legs, with feeling the vibrations and the bumps, just where they used to be the first time she navigated her 'maze'. That was of course, until the slimy Ectoplasts reached her....
 
Grabbing the bars above her, Cordelia took the popped up protrusion between her legs, but before lowering herself on it, she was started to have second thoughts... Sliding herself more forward, she hoped to be through this obstacle... With her hands up holding her weight, and the room in dark, she didn't see the next one before she bumped into it, gasping. Her thighs quivered, as her pussy throbbed, but the realaching pleasure was focusing in her breasts somehow. No, she just was not able to go forward, and not have... but... Was she horny enough to?

Yeah. Cordelia was horny enough to have no more willpower staying away from the third one, even if it felt different from the first one. But there was no way backwards... She slowly let her body slide onto the protrusion, her arms feeling the exercise, but she kept holding the handle abowe her, for balance, while she slowly lowered her horny hot pussy with the inbuilt condom to be filled with the appendage.

Squirming on it until her weight was resting on it at the verge of discomfort, her aroused pussy stretched and stimulatedby the dildo... Cordelia wasn't sure if sheshould juststaythere and let the sensationswashover her, slowlybuilding to her pleasure, or if shehad to move somehow... She tried standing on her toes, and then lowering herself down, but still held her arms upwards. There was no way she would even try to go forward until she came this time!
 
Character Name: John Dirk
Wearing: A suit and tie befitting a game show host
Location: The Escape Room Facility, Control Room
Tagging/ Mentioning: The Chase Sisters
Affiliations/Notes: Round 3!

The Ectoplasts were difficult to control in the same way as a robot, but they were installed with chips that would affect their behavior if they were needing to stop whatever they were doing, or rile them up to be more aggressively horny, otherwise their natural impulses were to just emulate hentai squid monsters, just smaller versions of them. Dirk did not anticipate needing to do any intervention with a pair of them creeping along to seek out Abby's flushed form, her radiant body heat drawing them to her. Rather than behave competitively, they were in sync, one latching onto the top of the bar and the other beneath, so that when they finally reached her, one crawled up her belly to latch onto her breasts, while the other clung to her thigh and dry humped, not intelligent enough to quite grasp what was preventing it from getting inside either of her lower holes that were currently occupied by straddling the pole. Though, it did have easy access to her ass and soon crept upward, finding the soft padding there worthy of some experimental tentacle-spanking before unleashing its inner phallic tentacles, rubbing her buns and attempting to hotdog her crack, as tight as the suit made that area, the little critter gave it the old college try and was a bit stronger than it may have looked, all the while squirting out the same family of aphrodisiac spunk the mannequins had. The chest-hugging one got a close-up measure of Abby's heartbeat and breathing, and attempted to prod her faceplate with one of its inner phalluses, while its standard mobility tentacles hooked under her armpits, another phallus rubbing along her breasts, giving her a turn with a titty-fucking experience that only Cordelia had gotten to the last round.

Cordelia had found out that there was no easy out, that any obstacle in the way had to be dealt with, not avoided, and so lowering herself would mean coming down on one of the extended poles, perhaps if she wasn't careful, two at a time, one for each hole without proper preparation to receive anything in her backdoor. But accepting her fate, she seemed to take the hint without too much resistance or complaint, showing that even she could let out her inner slut, just as he wished to see. "Try just letting your weight all the way down on it and your new favorite toy will take care of the rest, Number Two!" Dirk announced to Cordelia, as the raised bump would then begin to gyrate, vibrate, and move in and out of her of its own accord, and when it had elicited the right amount of stimulation from her, its final, complete withdrawal from within her would cause it to sink entirely back into the pole and allow her to proceed until the next obstacle.
 
Abbey was carefully working her way to where she fell off when suddenly, slimy things began to grab onto her latex encased body. At first, she squealed, crying out "Oh my gawd, SAM!", almost accidently blurting out Cordelia's real name, but managing to stay in character. In the darkness, she had not seen the Ectoplasts come at her, but now that they were on her, she could feel their slimy appendages coiling themselves around her breasts, around her thighs and her ass. She could feel how slippery and slimy and warm they were. In order not to fall, she would immediately grab onto the railing about her head, steadying herself, as one of the Ectoplast quickly snared it's way around her rubber encased tit flesh, forcing the thin tight rubber that once stretched between her perfect round F cup breasts to be pushed into her cleavage, effectively forcing the thin rubber suit to mold itself to her perky breasts.

It would take Abbey several seconds to figure out it, but once she did she would exclaim "Ectoplasts!". Abbey didn't realize that this knowledge was a result of the hypnotism which conditioned her prior entering the Escape Room of Kink. In her mind, she had known about Ectoplasts for a while and in fact, in her mind, she remembered writing several erotic stories about the latex WOOHP spies, remembering their misadventures with the slimy perverted creatures. Abbey found her situation suddenly incredibly erotic, this was her fantasy, wasn't it?... At least, she believed that this was one of her dark latex fantasies, and here she was, a WOOHP spy, caught in the grips of slimy Ectoplasts.

This incredible surge of lust washed over her as she felt the Ectoplasts ejaculate sperm like slime over her. "Sam!!! Urgh..... they are touching me..." she said breathlessly. Her heart was beating hard and fast and she could feel herself getting incredibly horny. She could feel the devilish Ectoplasts play with her breasts, one of them plunging a cock like tentacles between her breasts to titty fuck her while the other one toyed with her ass.

"Awww.. fuck that's hot" she added in a failed whisper. Without realizing it, Abbey had pulled herself up a bit, causing her rubber encased sex to lift off the metal bar for a moment....
 
Cordelia's cries was a different kind. Holding to the handles abowe her head, she was basically letting her weight pull her down on a dildo, legs open and relaxed just enough not to touch the rod or the floor with them... "Fuck!" she moaned as she impaled herself on the third protrusion, feeling the previous one between her asscheeks against her lower back. No, she did not feel ready to get her ass filled, and even the one in her pussy was stretching her more than anything ever before.

But she was also more horny and aroused than ever before, so she welcomed the vibrations and movement with a sqeak. Her own exclamation an "Oh, God!" moan was the sign that she gave herself into her orgasm, trembling with pleasure, letting the dildo explore her body and if not for her hands holding her up and giving her balance, she would have been oozing down the sides of the pole...

Cordelia's orgasm was fast and heavy like a train, but as the young woman let herself give up to the toy, it did took care of her...and just like a train, it was long enough for her pussy to start spasming and lead her not just up to the first peak of pleasure, but rushed her upwards to a second one, and if it kept working, she would surely came for asecond time...even if the first one was longer than ever before... while being filled.
 
Character Name: John Dirk
Wearing: A suit and tie befitting a game show host
Location: The Escape Room Facility, Control Room
Tagging/ Mentioning: The Chase Sisters
Affiliations/Notes: Round 3!


"Rumor has it, if you say the right words, those little critters will give you a deep-tissue massage!" Dirk joked, seeing Abby's enjoyment of her inhuman molestation. "That's some good upper-body strength, you might be needing that in the next few rounds when the ding-dongs start getting BIG!" he laughed, letting the girls know that this was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to insertions. "Just be careful, they may spunk like real men but it's not sticky!" he cautioned Abby, her having already fallen off once this round and now having her suit prepared to be coated in the oily residue that would make things very slick for her. Thankfully she was holding her hands above where any of the oozing skin or squirting peckers were, so if she was careful she could use her hands as a secondary grip if she couldn't squeeze her legs together tight enough to balance.

The Ectoplast on her chest was clearly aware that it was not getting actual skin contact and expressed that frustration by slapping her tits, poking them with all the force of a disinterested infant, attempting to prod the nipple to get it as stiff and protruding as possible because they could not feel the genuine skin texture, nor get any milk when sucking on them. They understood something was not quite right, but there was nothing they could do. No penetrating that latex, and they were unsatisfied. The one on her rear still could not quite squeeze itself beneath her despite her trying to lift herself, its phallus uncomfortably squeezing itself as far as it could before retreating, for fear of being squished. Abby couldn't hold her entire body weight indefinitely, and the Ectoplasts were sensitive to trembling so they knew the situation was unstable. They'd all have to wait for another round of the game to have access to Abby's insides.


Cordelia's enjoyment of her dildo got Dirk's attention more than anything else. Cranking up the vibrations, the gyrating rotating, the speed of its insertion and retraction, it was almost like a video game and he could just imagine his cock being the thing inside her instead, making her react like that and being able to do so many impossible things for biological organisms to. He almost felt like playing some pinball noises to her spasms and grinding. "Wow, folks, it's too bad the rules weren't set up to award points to anyone having this good a time or we'd have grand champions in no time!" he announced, determining that Cordelia had definitely earned her ability to proceed, and slowly lowering the rod all the way back inside the pole, though continuing the pole's rotation and smaller stimulating bumps. Abby had more freedom of course, fully able to pull herself forward even with her distracting passengers.

"If you happen to come to an intersection where you'll meet, you're more than welcome to share anything you've brought there with you!" he gave Abby the suggestion to allow her Ectoplast pets to give Cordelia a fine time, and manipulated the movement of the pathways to ensure she and Cordelia would arrive at a crossroads at roughly the same time.
 
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