((So sorry!))

((Still there? ^^))

((Very glad to hear it!~ What sort of game were you looking to have?))

((Mhmm. Sadly they don't allow some things in games that are set to public, but I keep it open because it's easy to adapt to less 'violent' things all the same!~))

((Are you much for roleplay. Have you played BEB before?))

((I'll go dungeon mistress, gladly!~))

Once more the yawning gates of the pleasure garden beckoned adventurers in, a serene and majestic portal of rosegold bars and an emanating aura of desire that promised all that anyone might wish to have. Who was the poor soul lured in today?

Tremble it did, in the way the wind trembles the leaves and grass- And the way the cobblestones trembled lightly underfoot as the poor thing wandered in regardless of her thoughts of better preparedness or readiness. Because it wasn't long before she found herself stepping through to a place where the walls seemed higher, the wind seemed calmer- And everything felt just a bit off. A presence was nearby, but her mind warped around it like the flow of water avoiding a stone, only knowing it was there for the fact that she couldn't feel ANYTHING there, not even nothing. It was, by the very nature of that manipulation, dangerous and likely inhuman.

Struggling felt difficult, if not impossible. Running or even moving away came with a feeling of her mind in molasses, like every step required thoughts inundated with weight and weariness- And then reality shifted sideways, and suddenly all of that worry and alarm was gone. She was somewhere else- Something else, even. For a brief moment, it felt like she woke up from a rather troubling dream about adventuring and monsters- All of that was so silly! Like she was some sort of hero and not just a girl waking up next to her l̴̝͈͉̭̎ơ̷̡̬̜̩v̷͔̭̪͖̒̾̈́̈́e̵͙̱͒̒r̶͙̊̊͗̕. In fact, the best way to work those weary, sleepy thoughts out was to do something REAL. Something PHYSICAL. Her body ached for that morning ritual of tenderness and adoration... In this new very 'real' mindspace she was briefly stuck in.

He did worship her, in the best way she could imagine. Arms wrapped around her body, tight and possessive in that lustful desire. C̶̡̘̜͕̉̉̃͝͠l̶̤̥͉͇̔͌á̵̳̋̋͌ͅw̷̧̤͙͙͇̓͊͋ë̷̫͕̣̗̠͊d̵̩̪̯͈̏ ̵̹̻̗͎̦̂͗ḟ̸̘͈͂̍͜͠ͅî̵ͅn̸͇̪̒̎̽͘ͅg̵̙̦̩̺̪͋͂̾̿ë̸̟́́̈́̚r̸͍̔̅̎̀̇t̴͖̖͑͛̽̓î̸͆̈́͐͛͜p̵̧͓͎̻̈́͠s̴͙͙̙͍̾̔̓̑͌ drag across her back as she's drawn into a hug- An embrace- And then onto his body, forsaking her thighs to pierce between them and push up, pulling himself close until they were connected as much as two people might ever be. Was this worship? It felt- Wrong, in some subtle ways...

She awoke to a nightmare of sorts- A very visceral, sudden feeling of her entire body encased and in some cases engorged. What was a tender lover was now an alien thing- With malice intent in beady, inhuman eyes. While it had the vague ambulatory features of a man, its anatomy in all other ways were false and odd- And squirmy and wriggly, it turned out. In place of a cock was a tentacock- And joined with that were dozens more, all wrapped around her legs and arms and body- And neck and head, probing into her ears as she was getting a kiss from this squid faced, tentacle dicked monster. Lucidity was advantageous, but it wasn't a gift in the moment.

She didn't even get that small blessing of control. She wasn't allowed to be horny and grab- AS she tried, the tentacle around her arm wrenched it back behind her back to pin her down as another found her ass and probed against it- And then, with a slick, slimy grace, inside it.

Her mind shifted over again, like a bubble being popped rather than a fog laying in. She was suddenly bent over for someone powerful- Someone lovely. Her hands and knees felt like they held the trophy of ultimate submission as she dug them into the dirt of- A fighting arena, it seemed, as the world around her filtered suddenly inward. People were cheering at her humiliation and defeat, and if she wasn't so warm from the feeling of battle she might have still wanted to struggle- At least until that glorious, thick rod pushed into her supine pussy. Tentacles? Those were a thing of the past- A brief delusion brought on by fatigue and perhaps a rather worrying blow to the head she had in this cage fight. Now she just had to moan for the crowds to get back some of her lost fame from her defeat.

Her struggle brought her back into reality, a brief and violent shift of her arm catching squiddy, soft tissue- Before squiddy, soft tissue met her own soft tissue with a sudden surging push in every hole. The mindflayer was there again, stretching her, stuffing her, and finding enjoyment in her struggle.

The mindflayer came- And every prehensile dick seemed to match that moment with its own independent cumshot. It was slimy, greasy, and seemed fitting for the truly odd creature it came from... And the one in her ass seemed to leave something inside her, plugging her up and wriggling endlessly as reality finally warped one last time, leaving her alone in a calm, sunny clearing. There was no mindflayer nor fuckable situation to betray the presence of the mindflayer still being there, just her and her new seemingly sentient tentacle buttplug.

An easy treasure chest seemed just past her touch. She could practically FEEL it just around the next corner, no matter how many 'next corners' she came around to find nothing. Her aching, sore rear wiggled and twitched constantly with its new tentacle companion, stimulating endlessly and distracting her just enough to find- A cord snatched her ankle up and then pulled back, flopping her gracelessly to the floor as a dozen human voices called out. "Caught a new one!" one man called out before a woman called back, "Fishin' for whores ain't never been so easy!" Men, women- Dozens of them all started to appear from around little marble statues or dug out sections of hedge maze in front and behind her, surrounding her immediately with numbers and damning intent.

She didn't have to ask twice. It was arguable whether or not she needed to get asked once. The cord around her ankle yanked her in across the soft grass with a sudden group pull until she was surrounded by those men and women. She didn't even get to make eye contact with the man who yanked her onto his lap and pushed into her slick cunt. "She's got a butt plug in!" one called out, "Guess the maze already got to her!" "She's fucking done for, that's for sure!" "Only thing she'll be good for is a quick lay at this rate! We don't get paid to fuck the broken sluts!"

A good girl who was very rapidly growing in sensation. Every grinding, circling feeling of his cock pushing into her seemed to bring her toward something- And it wasn't JUST an orgasm. It felt like a bubble blowing up more and more and getting ready to pop. It felt magical. It felt dangerous... And good, of course. Still, her hand found many things in his pockets- A small blade, some rope, exactly three ounces of sand. All of the things you'd expect to find in someone's pocket here.

Making the men MORE excited for her had immediately disastrous consequences... Which was to say, one of them decided that they wanted to keep her a bit more contained for easy use... Her hands were immediately met with iron amidst her attempts to weave her spell.

"Good girls get cuffed!" a few shouted as they wrenched her arms around and- CLICK-a-CLICK! She felt the restraints bite in.

They were getting closer, certainly, and hands hoisted her from the floor until she was floating on a sea of grabbing, groping fingers, her body contorting with greedy grasps until she could see herself getting fucked by the new partner she'd been pushed toward, bent double and pretzeled back until she was made a spectacle for herself. "Listen to the slut moan!" one shouted. "She got tighter when the cuffs went on, the whore!" another claimed.

She probably had a combined mile of dick thrust into her by the time they were done with her- If you counted her hands, feet, and thighs at least. But she DID work her way through the lot of them. One after the other, they blew their loads and spent themselves unwisely over her face, breasts, and legs... Until all that were left were a few men slinking off rather covertly to find some new avenue of pleasure and amusement.

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((Seems so))

Continuing on was the same as before. SOmething was JUST ahead of her- Waiting for her- Waiting to be claimed in a moment of triumph and victory and- Oh okay there was a demon portal around her. Massive, towering plinths of muscle and brimstone with the shapes of men but lacking any of the soft edges started to climb and crawl from a stinking pit of sulfur and smoke that cracked the earth in front and behind her in the narrow passage.

She wasn't given much time. Immediately, clawed hands encircled her from behind, and her face met the dirt with ALARMING speed as she was thrown down onto her knees. A massive cock that could only be described as 'more barbed and ridged than is ideal' pressed against her well used, bandit-cum-slickened cunt before caving it out with one long, excruciating thrust.

Enduring was an admirable effort... But she was currently being used to face-plow the dirt as the demon behind her rammed into her soaked, well used cunt. The lack of fight brought dark, menacing laughter to the air.

The cuffs were seized and used like a handhold to yank her back onto the demon's lap, piercing between her thighs with a noisy clap that seemed somehow louder than the demonic cackling around her.

More and more their demonic energy swelled, and with it came burgeoning physical forms. Every moment, she felt more full and more vulnerable... She could see the bulging, swelling abdomen below herself with likely detached horror as it was made to accommodate more girth than it likely should have. It wasn't enough to break her, but it certainly looked lasciviously gruesome.

The electricity worked its way through stony muscles and caused her to fall from the demon's grasp, albeit only to the point that she was dangling awkwardly from one meaty hand and askew on the ground like a sail flapping on the wind (a sail taking copious amounts of dick whose wind was that cock being rammed into her limp, loose form being half-thrown around).

She felt the demons seize her tight and yank her back like a living fleshlight, her spasming body brought to their lap around a thick, majestic dick-!

The magic around her, that bubble that had been waiting to burst did- And didn't. Quite the opposite, rather than a sudden moment of release, it was the sudden moment of a neverending release kept at just its climax. She came, and came, and continued to cum in a searing, blitzingly hot moment of brain-scorching orgasm that dragged on even as her rapidly dwindling rational mind screamed at her that seconds were turning into minutes, and minutes were turning into hours. She came for hours, for days- An orgasming, blissful torture in a fog of moving bodies as the demons claimed her as their prize in this maze of menacing ends. In the pink-tinged fog of her forever-after, she could only see the dull stony skin of the demon she was chained to, and the only movement she knew was the bouncing gait of his footsteps and how it rocked her atop his dick. Her energy, her torture, was all being used as an anchor to keep him in this world, and so she was cared for or at the very least not allowed to pass. The scent of her own cum and the searing heat of his brimstone semen was her new reality, and little else mattered.

You are so very welcome <3

Thank you <3 I had a lot of fun!

Maybe some other time!~ I had a lot of fun, but a pet is SUCH a commitment!

Have a good evening, cutie!~

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