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Alyce
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Datura Nightshade
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Dungeon Failure, A Captured Melon, A Bound Elf (Bad End) (part five)
Continuing the 'misadventures' of the captured duo, waking up to their punishment from the Orcs they were forced to pleasure, dance for, and... then pleasure them again. Nothing of their situation has changed, still very stripped of energy and clothes, still completely covered in semen, the only thing they can really do is endure.
This is not a tale of valiant resistance, uprising, or an underdog journey to victory.
This is a tale of two girls, biding their time for a rescue they aren't certain will arrive, defiled day by day.
Escape is not an option they can handle anymore, they can only pray for rescue.
(There are no additional rules or powers for this segment. Escape and any meaningful resistance is out of their hands)
(Each monster will cover a different day)
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04:29:23
/wear their attached_hands
04:53:04
/wear their collar
04:53:38
The bantering between the girls continues for some time more, back and forth, a couple hours of calm to just relax, jest, and recuperate a little... before the dreadful footsteps return.
06:22:39
Because once the sound gets closer to the two's shared cell, Alyce instinctually straitens up her posture as much as the chains allowed her to.
06:25:27
Datura, who's slightly more bolstered by the last two hours or so of calm, stands up and approaches the cell door as the footsteps close in. She wasn't going to let them drive her to the back of the cell in fear, drag her out. She was going to stand right there at the door, if they were gonna leash her and drag her, well she couldn't do much about that. But she wasn't going to be forced out, she was going to go with on her own terms, as much as she could.
06:28:59
Alyce makes another attempt to stand up.....to very limited success. The last two hours were a much, much needed break, yet that alone wasn't enough to fully recover....One of the differences between Elfs and Humans working Against Alyce being her own physical limits. She makes it to her feet, hunched over, with eyes focused away from Datura, and looking right at the doorway
06:32:31
After a few more seconds, two orcs thunder over in front of the cell door. It was ironic, the door was never locked. But it was so heavy that it would take an orc physique just to pull that door open. And in their current state, neither girl had that kind of strength.
The orc's were unfamiliar, they seemed ragtag, a gaggle of them who had their own plans for the girls who may very well have been left alone today... Otherwise.
06:37:00
One of them steps forward and reaches out his hands, which he grabs onto one of each of the girl's tits. Squeezing and fondling.
Datura moans a little quietly, but she maintains a steely eye'd stare, at least as long as she can manage before her biology kicks in.
You're both tugged out by the boob handful, leashed up once again.
06:38:54
With the sheer number of Orcs the girls had to deal with, there really wasn't a way for Alyce to have been able to tell the two currently entering their cell apart from any of the others. "--KKh......"
A stifled, pained breath through clenched teeth. Alyce watches the effect they have on Datura take over and...half rolls her eyes seeing what would have been a steadfast Elf reduced to submission so quickly. One thing Alyce could tell for sure, these particular Orcs weren't being as gentle as the others. Reluctantly, Alyce follows the direction of the tugging....as if she really had a choice
06:42:40
Datura stumbles along after the orc's a few paces too close to them while they guide the girls without a word to where or for what...
06:45:15
After a long walk in the opposite direction of the main camp. The girls are led to a larger room with a very large chest at the end of it. There is nothing else in the room but this chest, and now the two girls.
06:49:54
That we were being taken away From the main camp wasn't exactly a 'good' sign. Going back to Alyce's logical reasoning that our constantly being on the move making rescue more difficult this wasn't ideal. "...?"
Shoved into the room with the chest, Alyce gives a confused look backwards before the door gets slammed shut- CLICK~ ....and locked behind the two of us.
06:52:17
A couple of blinks and....did the chest move? "Maybe this is... their way of storing us with 'teasure' instead of as 'prisoners'...."
06:53:24
If Alyce was more rested, and less 'fucked for a week strait'...Her guard might have been more up, and she would have noticed how the wooden box was expanding and contracting- 'breathing'. Instead, as she is now , what Alyce sees is a different room to try and catch some rest in. She takes a few steps towards the center of the room...
06:56:48
Datura, who was recovering after the presence of orcs, and was more used to dungeon delving, DID realize that something was very wrong...
Alyce wait!
She whisper yells the words, trying not to be too loud.
Come back... slowly and quietly...
06:58:31
"...heh?"
There was one more difference between the two that was...unfortunately... going to cost us. Datura was wrapped in rope, and while trying to move would make the hemp grind against sensitive spots, it was relatively quiet. Alyce on the other hand... Cling.... Had chains that jingle against themselves when Alyce starts to about face.
07:01:16
Datura realizes that explaining the situation is going to be too hard, so she also steps closer and instead just grabs the chains in her mouth, holding them to keep them from making too much noise. Slowly she starts to back towards the wall again, trying to keep the chain as still as she can...
It almost looks like it'll work...
Click.
The sound of someone clicking their tongue, the chest... its MAW opens up... Pink fleshly walls with presently short tendrils and not particularly sharp teeth. But when clasped shut, it was certainly a tight seal... The mimic however, does not move yet... Datura freezes.
07:05:09
"...!"
What The Elf was trying to warn Alyce becomes abundantly clear incredibly quickly. Alyce's eyes open wide and Alyce's body similarly freezes, save for her eyes that dart down towards the silenced chains....then back towards the open 'jaw' of the chest.
07:08:03
'Are we... just supposed to stand here forever then?' The thought runs through Alyce's head but it's...cut unfortunately short. From behind the both of us a grunt is heard at the door....There were bars so the Orcs who tossed us in here could watch what would be inevitable...
07:10:08
A small spectral hand floats through the bars over to the girls, most of their binds are undone, unlocked, untied. And falls to the ground. These orc rejects know a bit of very beginner magic.
Datura turns to look at the orcs, watching one manipulate the mage hand, and another seems to have some kind of whistle by his mouth. Likely what made the strange clicking sound, something to control the mimic in front of the girls.
So Datura takes a risk and drops the chain from her mouth, letting it clang against the floor. The mimic does not move.
07:15:29
Of course the very next thing she does is try the door and take Alyce and make a run for it... But the door is already locked. So they are still stuck in here.
07:16:04
The orc, who was holding the whistle, mutters an order to both girls.
Get in it.
07:17:34
Datura is dumbfounded by the order.
07:17:43
Having her wrists free from the firm, clamping sensation of metal has Alyce both sighing in relief and holding her breath as the chains clamor onto the floor. When the Mimic doesn't appear to actually react to the sound, Alyce follows the attempt to sprint towards the door....Just to be met with the locking mechanism, and the eyes of the Orcs looking inwards. "..."
'or what?' Also crosses Alyce's mind, but after everything they've been through disobeying an order to find out means the thought remains as such.
07:21:29
Click…
Several of the tendrils on the roof of the chest drop down and wrap around both girl’s arms and wrists. Pulling and submerging them into the walls of the chest, leaving both defenseless.
07:41:51
It was instinct in how Alyce moved, raising her arms to 'defend' against the wet, slithering mass that moved down towards them. Her hands squish into the 'ceiling' of flesh, and in return it coils down to hold her arms in place "Ahhn... "
07:48:38
Tension attempts to push against the lid, though Alyce's weak, exhausted arms tremble to stay upright
07:49:39
The elf has to mentally resist the urge to tense up when she watches Alyce get surprised penetrated by a tentacle, she keeps herself as loose as she can, expecting something up the ass or cunt… instead a long thick piece of pink shoves itself into her throat and mouth. To which she does gag and tense, and immediately that is followed up with a tentacle in her ass indeed…
07:52:06
Alyce's upwards pressure 'irritates' the mimic, making it salivate and cover the both of us in it's fluids. Whatever was being pushed up inside of Alyce's womanhood starts to twist, turn, and churn it's way to force itself deeper "AaAAh- MMngghhfhm--"
Which results in Alyce moaning out in the mix of pain and pleasure, and results in the mimic taking up similar space in Alyce's mouth as well.
07:57:12
(
Is content with not having to adjust the sclera)
07:58:04
07:58:06
Datura’s hips move with the tentacle, trying to avoid it going too deep into her… but she can feel the strain of having to buck in a circle like this over n over… So she takes her own advice and sits her butt down flat, taking it deep enough that each thrusts makes her eyes roll back…
Slimy tendrils climb their bodies all over, wrapping around their breasts and squeezing, even latching onto them as if the girls could be milked.
08:01:54
Mmnnhgghhh~ Nnnhhmmm~
08:02:21
If either of us were caught in this mass of tendrils alone, there would have been more space to squirm with...better chances to prevent each thick, pink mass of wet muscle from doing as they please with our respective holes....Instead every time Alyce is forced to twitch, or jut her hips forward, the result is her legs and body grinding up against Datura's own in the process. "
mnhnfmh-... NNfhffhhmn...!~"
Alyce's fingers curl inward to grasp at the fleshy mounds above her, only really making the mimic salivate in excess. No matter how Alyce shakes her head or attempts to avoid the slithering tentacle from invading her throat, it gets there all the same and her groans of pleasure are muffled against it
08:08:23
Being entirely stimulated in every one of her erogenous zones, Alyce's back arches forward while 'struggling'...to no avail.
08:10:01
Datura does her best to just focus on how it felt to lean into the tentacles. The same way she stopped fighting the machine from earlier in the week, letting it draw out orgasm or orgasm in a state of no resistance. Seeing that the first of its prey is “pacified” the tentacle takes to penetration of her third and final hole, and all of the tentacles get active on the elf’s body. Its so undeniably pleasurable, the way they squirm over her, pound such sweet relentless spots. If the machine was designed to make the girls squirt, this lifeform evolved to do something very similar.
08:15:25
Only a machine was uniform, what the two were strapped down against before would only 'vary' it's consistent and constant pleasure when Alyce or Datura would grind on top of them, using their hip thrusts to make the vibrations stimulate a different section of their inner walls....This was entirely different. Each individual mass of writhing flesh would directly seek out the spots that made it's captives squirm,
just to hammer in to draw out the ecstasy on repeat. "
MNnfhgmn.. Mnnhhgffhmn!!"
Occasionally the tendrils would brush along a stomach, slide down one's back to 'lick' the skin...Otherwise every available hole was being pumped to push our bodies towards that 'breaking point'.
08:22:50
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08:29:01
The orcs stared through the bars, rubbing their cocks at the realltime porn show they were getting to watch. The mimic, however, sensing that its prey was fighting it less, starts making adjustments.
Namely, Alyce is tossed ontop of Datura, tits to tits, and Datura is laid down on the base of the mimic.
08:29:23
The restraining tentacles adjust to spreadeagle for both girls, and with slightly more room, (at the expense of the girl’s, who now rub against each other and add to the sensation.) can fuck them harder then it was before.
08:30:32
It didn’t help when the tentacles started to grow…
08:30:50
If you tried to tighten your ass to keep the mimic from filling out your rectum, it'd start to ravage your pussy, clench down to increase friction, you'd need to worry choking on what was filling your throat. Truly the only real course of action was to just ease your muscles and either ignore the pleasure, or indulge in it. "Mnfhlllhmmn?!"
This wasn't just a mimic though, it was being controlled by some rather perverted Orcs so they could have their own 'private' display. Aside from fleshy textures and the barely open lid the only thing Alyce could really see was the Elf's face, now made even more pronouced as the two's bodies are sandwiched together. Both tentacles slide out of the the two's mouths and entwine themselves together before plunging right back inside- "
MMNFHGNmnhfmn!!!"
Only made all the more unignorable with their shifting size. This was the Orc's doing so they were making the tendrils simulate an Orc's girth, stretching out the insides of each- PUMP~ and every PUMP~ one of the available holes it had to violate. Twisting caused Alyce's weight (Fortunately light) to grind against Datura's body, and with another muffled moan Alyce's eyes start to twitch and tremble with each hefty knock against her womb.
08:37:30
Datura had, with little shame in it, chosen the route of indulging in the pleasure. She was in no way going to be able ignore the dozen slimy appendages running over their bodies. Feelers probing tits nipples and round bottoms. Tentacocks going as deep as they can to make the two sluts at its mercy cry moan and whine with so much pleasure that it is just reasonably short of pain.
There was however, noticeably more shame when Alyce was tossed onto Datura, and, in a freakish moment of coincidence, Datura gets hit over the clit with a feeler tentacle just right, splashing both girls with a good amount of girlcum on their thighs.
If this was a hentai, she’d have heart eyes.
08:43:44
Alyce was stubborn by nature, and given the initial warning it took Alyce a good deal longer to follow the same 'path' as her Elf companion....Being fully and thoroughly fucked by a seemingly endless mound of fleshy, slick, writhing mass can only really be resisted for so long. Those ever changing eyes close shut, tears welling in their corners...and when they open Alyce's pupils actually are in the shape of hearts...Being the singular effect of Glamour that Alyce has no control over. She makes a particularly 'pained' groan when a fluid different from the Mimic saliva sprays on her pelvis...and when that same feeler rubs to collect Datura's juices, it does so directly across Alyce's sensitive button as well. "
NNgh- Mnnfhfnn!~♡~"
Needless to say both girls were covered in 'each other', and any glance towards the door would spy the Orcs grunting in approval.
08:53:29
Being on the bottom, Datura couldn’t even see out of the chest, and she was too busy staring at Alyce’s tits to care anyway. As pleasurable as the mimic felt, it was not exactly that entertaining to look out… now watching the tsundere girl who’s body she kept grinding against haplessly lose her cool and buck into the tentacles digging into her cunt, ass, and throat, THAT was a fun sight. Even if Datura knew she was getting the same treatment. But she leaned into it a little. Given the gravity of the situation, she figured they both deserved a little eyecandy, and it was there. In bounces that were just a little more hectic then they had to be, grinds of leg and thigh into sensitive spots too coincidentally to be an accident…
09:05:42
The orcs, though, in the commotion, bust their loads just right onto the ground outside the room… there is no attempt to clean it up… they toss the “remote” into the room with the girls… and leave them. So the mimic shuts on them…
They were gonna be tentacle toys way longer then first expected…
09:07:07
Did Alyce notice that Datura was moving her body in such a provocative manner on purpose? Absolutely not. Being railed in all three holes by thick tentacles and barely fighting back the second wave of orgasms, the only Alyce did notice was that the Elf was in fact moving provocatively. Watching the normally 'chaste' Elf display and and entice the melon with her own body was an opportunity she couldn't possibly pass up. Fortunately the Mimic was mostly concerned with plunging itself into the girls holes to really care how their appendages moved, so a shifting of legs has presses the tentacles knocking into our womanhoods against each one another. One of Alyce's eyes closes in what is either repressed arousal or a wink, right as the grinding becomes mutual, if there wasn't a mass of pink flesh seeking to choke Alyce out, she would have almost certainly tried to kiss the girl below her.
09:16:14
The fact that the 'remote' to keep the beast tame had ended up in the room only just barely makes it into Alyce's conscious. unfortunately she was essentially challenged to a lewd off with how Datura was moving, therefore shifting to smother the Elf in breasts was currently taking priority
09:18:09
Datura figured her enticing was working based on the way you got in closer, and while she was helpless to do much to add to your pleasure on purpose… drowning in it with you wasn’t that bad either. Even if it was getting a bit spotty to see from how often, or rather not often the mimic let them breathe.
Hours upon hours of this, the mimic never seemed to tire. When she could focus, Datura’s internal clock still counted… Five… six… the time flies by when you’re having “fun.” Though all things considered its a little nice to fuck something thats TRYING to make you cum, even if you’re cumming yourself to tears… Which Datura definitely had by this poinf.
09:22:42
A mimic that feeds off of 'lewd juices' wouldn't really tire from the girls giving it exactly what it wanted....Especially not one being held in a camp where the Orcs would rather greedily horde the pleasure of their captives for themselves. It also happened to be a breath of fresh air- figuratively, since the thick mound of slimy feelers filling out each of our throats was preventing airflow, in that the mimics probing was specifically designed for pounding out...prolonging...and extracting as much pleasure from it's 'victims' as possible. If Datura's invitation was just to indulge in some mutual 'entertainment', it worked flawlessly. If it was done to try and ease the multiple hours of mind-numbing, tear inducing, full body orgasms...then she failed spectacularly.
09:28:36
Click.
Enthralled as she was, Datura did not even notice, after roughly fourteen hours, that the mimic stopped. She just kept rubbing and grinding, and now that it had suddenly let both girls go, she was kissing and rubbing at Alyce too, still a bit too infatuated with the sexy bitch she’s been cumming her brains out with the whole time to take advantage of their newfound freedom.
09:35:26
Just as anyone would expect, no sooner does the slimy tentacle leave Alyce's mouth does he immediately gasp for air, and use that breath to make out with the sexy bitch below her. Bodies slicked with mimic saliva, bodily fluids, and sweat, hands start to stimulate similar to tendrils, and far beyond wet pussies are mashed together....it wouldn't be for another ten or so minutes until Alyce's senses finally returned to her, pulling away with a long, unbroken line of saliva to connect the two sluts as they roll out of the mimic's mouth
09:41:35
All that sex, that cramped space, the shared orgasms, when Datura rolled out of the mimic, she was still very horny. It showed in the way she was looking at her partner in crime. She did at least survey her surroundings, noting that there was nobody around at all, save for the pacified mimic. Whomever hit that button apparently left again soon after… so naturally Datura scooched a little closer to Alyce again.
09:49:04
The door swings open.
10:01:26
An orc, as usual, comes through the door. Staring at you like two hot women fucking is the least entertaining thing he’s seen all day.
10:03:07
In the classic, 'hes right behind Alyce, isn't he' fashion, save for the panting breaths Alyce's upper body slowly turns back around to give the orc a once over. "
ahem...."
Clearing her throat with perhaps the brightest blush she's had on her face in a week
10:06:20
Would it.. would I be overstepping if I asked you to come back lat-
Stand up.
10:10:37
The orc interrupts the also blushing elf to make his demand, which she scrambles to comply with.
10:11:14
A command that Alyce does with shocking speed, nearly comical in how fast she stands up entirely strait with her eyes closed to avoid looking at.... either of the two other entities in the room
10:12:31
The orc huffs and fetches the chain from the ground, alongside the rope. For a second he’s going to bind you both back up, then he grumbles and throws the restraints into his satchel.
10:13:41
Too lazy to tie, just put hands behind head and follow…
10:13:52
Datura feels slightly offended that this orc was obviously not remotely even a little attracted to either of them, even if she knows thats a bit of stockholm syndrome…
10:14:38
Alyce's eyes open at the sounds of shackles being tossed back down to the ground, both pearlescent orbs rapidly darting back and forth between the hulking green muscle and the shackles that made walking a chore...That there wasn't any hint of 'attraction' didn't even cross Alyce's brain in the slightest, she was either still too focused on the embarrassment of being 'caught in act'...and self-centered enough not to care about the opinions of a random dungeon Orc.
10:17:29
