TorBound's Bondage Tales

Sara was furious, she clenched the raggedy bit of parchment in her petite tan hands, nearly ripping it apart with her barely suppressed rage.

“They’re SEALING the dungeon!?”

The sheer ferocity of her voice seemed to be at odds with her miniscule frame. She shook with fury and ground her teeth, the stamping of her short curvy legs making her bounce on the spot.

Sara was a scrappy girl with tousled shiny black hair that fell just to her neck. Dark brown skin that shone cocoa bronze and a compact but curvy body with a plump bum and perky B cup breasts. Her roguish gear was leather made and super tight fit. It eccentuated her curved form nicely, her midriff exposed, for performance of courae. Her black boots and gloves completed the cheeky ensembled; her person the very visage of the playful thief

She was not feeling very playful at the moment however. Her companions might have guessed her reaction, they soothed her as best they could

“Hey it’s fine Sara, really. Celessa Village has a dungeon or Yarrow or Mander-“

“Yeah don’t worry Sara, greener pastures right?”

“Its all good Sara. The guild will sort us out. They always do!”

They were good folk for doing that and usually Sara would appreciate it. But It made no difference now, Sara was mad as hell. They all knew why but they were all too polite to say it. Except for one. Her.

“Dont be stupid guys, I know why Sara’s so distraught”

The squeaky voice dosed with the poshest of posh accents cut through the crowd right into Sara’s ears like a brick wrapped in barbed wire.

“Sara’s never even reached the end of the local dungeon. I mean really Sara- Gobi did it and he’s got two blind eyes, one ear and half a leg!”

Some people chuckled, nervously. Most had the good grace not to laugh at the mockery.

‘Mara…’

Sara’s boiling pot of rage was now a taught cord of hatred for the owner of that voice.

Mara was the out of town nobleborn with all the shiny armour and exquisite training her family’s limitless money could buy. The two of them had been locking horns for years. Mara seemed to dog Sara’s every tread. Taking her treasures, spoiling her secrets and even stealing her boyfriends now and then. Sara had become hardened to it. The beautiful blonde was taller, prettier and very, very well endowed. Sara just couldn’t compete.

The only fair arena for the rivals was Adventuring. But that too had seemingly gone to Mara

The worst part of all was, she had a point:

For three years Sara had been adventuring into the local dungeon. Three years of dismal failures and three years resulting lewd escapades, each more embarassing than the last. Sara was the town’s most popular damsel. There were two or three adventurers who rotated shifts just coming to her rescue. Sara had become their beloved mascot, but also their running joke. She had barely gotten into the third floor in a ten floor dungeon. A fact which Mara had been spreading with relish for months now.

Sara groaned to herself. The problem wasn’t just skill. It was the more esoteric concern of decision making. It seemed that Sara always, without fail, made the complete wrong choice. As if she were rolling a one her entire career…

The whiney voice cut through her reverie.

“It’s a shame really- I heard a new chest just appeared on the fifth floor. That’s just about doable for you, right Sara?”

Mara leaned on Sara, resting her heavy breasts on her head. Her giggling made Mara’s huge breasts bounce crushing Sara. Another harsh mockery, this time visible, physical and infuriating.

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

Sara lurched back from her at once. Dancing away and tripping immediately. She flew end over end, spinning and  landed flat on her face, her tight ass skyward and  toward the whole gathered group.

“Hahahhaahaaaahhhha!!!”

Came the jeers of the crowd. Mara the loudest of all. Her perfect face contorted in a devilish grin.

Sara popped herself up at once and charged to Mara planting an accusatory finger on her collarbone.

“Listen here you bimbo. I can easily handle that dungeon. Any time, any level, any quest. I’ve got more experience than any of you here!”

She paused for effect, which fell utterly flat. It was true Sara had the most experience in the local dungeon. She had seen it all. Well, all the bad endings anyway. Every rope trap, pitfall, net-grabber and slimefloor, barrel-stuffer, rope jinx, vine wall and so on and so on. She definitely was the most experienced, In losing, at least.

Sara went on, rather lamely.

“I just don’t want to waste any more of my precious time in that old kobold pit we call a dungeon”

Mara grinned broader still, as if bearing her teeth like a predator.

“Ohhhh yes? Well… That’s odd Sara. Weren’t you just a second ago saying how oh so upset you were about the sealing? What’s the matter? Too afraid to claim the treasure? I don’t blame you. After last week’s expedition it took Leela and Darro a whole day to un-mummify you. I mean honestly Sara it was three low level silk worms!”

Mara was hitting all the right buttons to get Sara REALLY mad. She balled up her fist. She needed no skill or magic for this. Just a good old fashioned knuckle sandwich. She swung-.

“HAGO!”

-Right before her fist connected a bright flash pierced her vision and she found herself stuck on the spot. Her fist locked millimetres from Mara’s nose.

“Girls please! Would you knock it off!”

It was Guildmaster Alec, once again, coming to tear the girls apart. His stasis magic was unparalleled; Sara couldn’t move an inch.

“Split them up please”

Dutifully some of the bigger lads respectfully lifted the static Sara and shifted her back metres from the unfrozen Mara. Alec softly uttered the word of release

“Tulto”

Sara felt her body suddenly free once again

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

Her swing maintained all its prior momentum and whistled into empty space and pulled her body with it, once again she crashed to the ground, face down, ass up.

Sara was too drained to care. With effort she rose, staring daggers at Mara, the haughty woman openly laughing st her false tears in her eyes.

“100 Herons says she won’t get the treasure, any takers?”

Mara laughed cruelly and glided away, her big hips swaying under her burgundy gown calling an tamed entourage of young lads and some lasses after her. Much of the group took the cue too and retreated to the pub. But not Sara, nor the Guildmaster.

“Sara my dear, how many times have I told you: ‘Don’t let her get a rise out of you’?”

Sara turned to the kindly older man her rage soothed for the moment. His soft brown eyes, care worn face and silver mane of hair the very image of grandfatherly wisdom.

“I’m sorry Alec. I really am. She’s just… Rrrhhhgh!”

Alec nodded sympathetically patting her gently

“Yes I know Sara. But had you considered; she only makes you this angry because you allow her to?”

Sara didn’t have an answer for that. She hated when Alec was right, which he always was. She tried to ignore his wisdom and moved on to something positive.

“Oh well. I guess maybe I’ll have better luck in the next town. Maybe I need a new start. Where are we headed next, is the guild headed for Yarrow or are we gonna trek all the way to Mandervale?”

Alec shifted awkwardly, Sara looked at him, confused, concerned.

“Alec… What’s wrong?”

Alec opened his mouth a few times trying to form the words.

“Ah well Sara… well… its like this… its just well you’ve been a guild member for 3 years now and… Well… the guild hasn’t seen much return from you yet. So to speak…”

Sara couldn’t believe her ears. Was she getting fired, from being an adventurer? The world’s simplest gig.

“Wait hold on, what do you mean? I’m out, I can’t come with you?”

Alec shifted again. This clearly wasn’t easy for him. It was his kindness alone that had kept Sara in the Guild for so long, she knew that now, though it had been a horrid thought in the back of her mind for months.

“The other Guildmasters have made it clear to me Sara. Unless you repay our initial investment by this week’s end you will be released from the guild and revoked all privileges.”

He put a kind hand on her shoulder

“I’m sorry Sara. I really truly am. I fought for you, but… I was outvoted. You know maybe… Well maybe it’s time you threw in the towel and found yourself some work more suited to your… talents?”

Sara felt his words cut like a knife. Gutting her worse than Mara ever could. In one fell swoop her whole life had been chucked out the window, bathwater and all. Her home at the guild, her friends, her stability. Even her food and warmth. The guarantee of safety. It was all to lost to her.

Sara felt overwhelmed and so. She ran away.

She could hear Alec calling her back but it was too late. The tears began merely steps away but they were for Sara alone. Alec had the decency not to use stasis again. The old Guildmaster let her run. He knew she would be back soon after all.

A Few Hours Later

Sara was resting at a clearing in the nearby woods. The weather was beautiful today with barely a cloud in sight. The smell of meadow grasses and flowers soothed her aching soul and the industrious buzzing of the bumblebees invigorated her weary spirit.

She had finally calmed down and was now trying to think.

“How can I pay them back… Unless…”

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

Sara beamed to herself suddenly

“Oh Asha you moron!”

She slapped a palm on her forehead

“The treasure on level five!”

At once Sara knew it to be the solution. It was perfect. In one move she would reclaim her place at the guild, prove to her peers the skill she knew she possessed and at long last she could fianlly rub Mara’s perfect nose it it.

There wasn’t a blemish on the plan accoridng to Sara. Well, excusing the fact that the young adventuress had never made it past the third floor, that she was currently totally out of throwable knives, wall-bombs, health potions and the all important wig-out rune.

It had been guild policy since even Alec was a young lad that new guild members carried Emergency Runes (known colloquially as ‘Wig-outs’) that, when activated, alerted the guild to trouble. Most members gave up the rune stones after year one. It had become a sort of right of passage. Proof to yourself and others that you could handle the dangers of adventuring. Sara had never been allowed to get rid of hers. ‘Safety Sara’ they called her, always using her wig out rune.

But today Sara had left it at the guild, not planning on adventuring at all this week. Did she bother to go back and grab it? Naaaah, she didn’t have time for that.

The Dungeon was only open until sunset. By which time the sealing spell would take effect; closing off and consealing the entrance to the outside world making sure it posed no danger to anyone in the future.

To do this right Sara had to go to the dungeon immediately, grab the goods and make it back to the guild. She had roughly nine hours if she set of now. All the time in the world really.

And so jumping to her feet and smoothing her tight garb to her body she redid her laces adjusted up her black tights and scarpered to the Dungeon, post haste.

20 Minutes Later

The entrance of the dungeon was a generic affair. A low rise of hill built up to a sudden cliff of about six metres. Set in its face was the rugged outline of a cave entrance illuminated from the interior by dim red torches. A ‘well-loved’ dungeon; the path leading up to it was well trodden and an honesty box had been set up for people to take potions and leave a silver Heron. It seemed the potions had been taken away in lieu of the sealing. Sara hadn’t accounted for that…

Heedless Sara stepped into the dim cave, the roof three metres dropping to two in places and three metres wide it was in all regards a rather spacious and easy delve for most. But Sara, calling on her experience knew that fifty metres in, past the second left bend, her first challenge awaited her.

She approached the location quietly. Sunken low to the ground creeping forward nearly on all fours her, gorgeous ass sticking out stupidly. Reaching the preceeding corner she closed the gap and peered, ever so quietly around the corner.

The sight of a tiny campfire and three minute scaly beings muttering in their click clack language confirmed her educated guess.

The kobold clan was still here of course. They seemingly didn’t know or care about the sealing, clearly having their own means to enter the wider undercaves that crisscrossed the world.

Mara knew them well. No less than six times she had been their captive. The Kobolds had taken to seeing Sara as a sign of good luck. Becoming something like a minor deity to them. That is why she had been left unscathed by them and yet bound to within an inch of her lift and put on display for hours or days at a time until rescue arrived. Despite the Kobold’s reverence they were still barely more than lizards and as such weren’t the most delicate creatures. Sara often found them feeling her soft body and marveling at her beautiful skin with their rough scaley hands and ticklish claws. She knew the smallest one was obsessed with her boobs. She wasn’t going to let them humiliate her again, not this time.

Readying her daggers in either hand Sara raised her posture and prepared to charge out and face the Kobolds.

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

As soon as her foot touched the dungeon floor Sara heard the tell tale ‘Click!’ Of a pressure plate.

‘The Net!’

Sara screamed at herself, how could she have forgotten the net?

In another instant a wide mat of hemp netting sprung upwards, snatching the young woman into its tight confines. She shot up a full metre off the ground before the cords or the net drew closed against eachother and she was fully trapped.

The net had been made by the Kobolds to catch small prey and so the foolish adventurer found herself in a very tight situation.

She was held in a ball like position her arms jammed behind her back having dropped her daggers. Her legs were folded up to her chest, her head was forced down to her knees and worst of all she was on her back and tilted slightly backward making her butt stick out prominently against the groping mesh of netting.

The display of her curvy body planted and crisscrossed by thin rope was an inviting display for any party, Sara knew all too well the Kobolds wouldn’t be leaving her alone.

At once she heard their chittering. A noise she knew from experience to be laughter and delight. At once she heard them scuttle over to her, she wiggled vigorously but to no avail. The move only made her rear more inviting. Her ass and crotch now spread under tight leggings and just visible white panties

The first intrusion she felt was a sharp poke of her ass. She jumped

“Ow! Hey you little bastard! Quit it!”

They did not ‘quit it’

The next 20 or so minutes passed in agony and embarassment for Sara as the tiny Kobolds poked and prodded her shapely behind with all manner of rods, staffs, tools and even their scaly clawed hands. At one time a Kobold even tried to enter her with a rather phallic smooth stick.

They had stalled for a while and Sara was beginning to worry when suddenly she felt the slather of a warm wet thing brush between the lips of her sex. Even covered by the material of leggings and knickers the tounge was soaking as it drove into her making her slicker and slicker with every pass. Sara began to moan, quietly fidgeting weakly to try and move away. Another wet sensation assaulted her this time her ass was being gently pressed in and in and in by another warm wet tongue. Humorously, the two Kobolds were standing on one another’s shoulders to service their would-be goddess. They seemed to delight in her taste and scent. Their vigorously tongues only hastened in response Sara motions. Finally Sara felt the third kobold. He had saved her clit for himself. How a Kobold had gained knowledge of this sensitive area was anyone’s guess. But with an odd skill the smallest of the Kobolds now spiralled his tongue on and around her erect bump. This horrible slathering carried on for what seemed like ages. The sheer invasion of it making Sara cringe to her very soul and yet the sensation of pleasure coursed through the young woman all the same. A testament to the uncanny skill of the scaly beasts.

A sudden surge of pleasure caused Sara to jerk forward suddenly as the second kobold slammed his tongue deep into her still covered asshole forcing the tight fabric in and out, now utterly soaked and darkened with lubricant saliva.

Sara’s surprised jolt had knocked the Kobolds of kilter however and the three of them stumbled and fell. The jolt had been vehement enough to scare them off briefly, cowardly as such creatures were. But the situation was not saved. Sara knew soon the Kobolds would finish their indulgence and find the courage to bind her up as they always did. Strict, blind, gagged and statuesque with breasts beared as they preferred her.

She took the opportunity to struggle in earnest

Roll: 1 of 20, +19 Experience Bonus
Roll: 20 of 20
Critical Success!

Sara had done this so many times she knew as if by muscle memory how to get away.

She first feigned a deep growl, making the kobolds recoil, at that same moment she used her tinder box to strike a flame. The kobold fear of explosives was well known. Even the noise of the spark had them tripping over eachother in terror running deep into the cave. At the same moment the strike from the tinder box and caught a frayed corde of netting. The whole trap burst open spilling out the weary adventurer.

Sara stood up slowly and dusted herself off. The attention on her behind was getting way too intense she struggled to admit how wet she was from the almost obsessive worship of her erogenous zone. Sara flushed red as the shame of the encounter racked her thoughts.

‘If any one saw that my life would be over’

She didn’t even want to think of it.

One thing had gone right however, never ever before had Sara managed to get out of a trap all by herself. Was this a sign of things to come? Her like finally turning a corner? She thought that must be the case and without a second thought of the kobolds she ventured down the cave to floor two adjusting her sodden leggings as she went.

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

Had Sara been paying more attention she would have noticed that, of course, she never picked up her daggers from the sight of her kobold rendezvous. She would never see those daggers again.

1 Hour Later

Sara had crossed all of floor two without any peril. It seemed the goblins who had placed and set the spike traps of old had gotten word of the sealing and already fled. That was a relief, despite being a similar size to kobolds, goblins were far smarter and capable of much worse than the fumbling toying of the kobolds.

With speed Sara reached the rough hewn stone steps down to level three. She knew the least about this level only having reached three times before. She knew wthe danger however. It was a silk worm colony. This posed no danger to the average adventurer of even the average adult. But for Sara’s part she just could not, at all, avoid the dangling threads of the massive grubs, each time she had passed their nests she had found herself.swiftly stuck and drawn up into the sticky clutches. Sara had gotten of lightly before. The first two times only her legs or arms had been bound and she was able to hop and stumble her way out. The third time she had be bound ankle to neck and had it not been for a group of adventurers she may have been fully encased.

Sara approached the dank and warm section of cave the silk worms had mad ether residence. Requiring little sustenance but lots of warth the worms had gathered over the outlet of a steaming geothermal vent. It’s warmth encouraging their collosal growth until some of the older specimens were over three metres long. Sara could see them now slowly gyrating and convulsing in an almost rhythmic pattern, their paled white bodies dappled with the dim light of the torches.

Sara could also see their threads. Utterly narrow and nearly invisible to the eye the only impression of their being there was the globs of dew that collected every couple of centimetres along their length. Using this clue as a guide Sara quickly plotted a route and making her figure as small as possible, set off to the other side of the nest hall.

Sara was about half way through and passing under the largest of the worms when she faltered ever so slightly, she caught herself quickly and stood upright.

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

What Sara hadn’t known is that only old strands of silk had visible globs of dew, any brand new line of silk would be smooth, unblemished and therefore invisible. It was one of these threads she stumble into catching her left foot, ankle and leg as she grazed it.

At once a huge four metre beast of a silk woman began to draw its line upwards. Sara didn’t feel it straight away until she stepped onward and found her foot being drawing inexplicably upwards. As soon as she noticed she reached for her daggers, every second counted and if she hesitated she was soon to be swept away.

But her daggers were still upstairs.

“OH FOR FU-“

At that moment the huge grub pulled in a large length of silk and jerked Sara backwards and onto her stomach her leg being lifted up above her. Her fall has caused her to brush into no less than twelve other strands all over her body at once the attached silk worms began to slowly reel her upward and within moments she was being hoisted upwards.

Sara struggled ferociously against the hauling silk lines but her twisting and turning only caused her to get further trapped in their sticky confines after a few second she found first her right arm and then he left stuck to her sides, a few moments later and her thighs were glued together. When she began to reach the ceiling the pull of the largest silk worm beat the others and their lines detached, still binding the little thief. The huge silk worms had an oddly cute head with little mandibles and big black eyes. It looked at her thoughtlessly as it drew her to its belly where its tens of tiny feet stood ready to manipulate her.

As their bodies met Sara felt the warm squish as she sunk a little into the corpulent creatures mass. Within moments the worm had gotten a firm hold and was beginning to spin her in place, manipulating it’s silk gland and its captive to cover it head to toe in silk binds.

Minutes went by as over and over and over Sara found herself spun round and round as more silk covered her form. The binds were like wrappings of a mummy, utterly skin tight and near unbreakable once set. Sara still had movement of her head and neck and she looked down to see first her feet then legs, thighs, waist and chest patiently and perfectly encased in tight binds. The silhouette of her curvy body bound under so much silk was a lewd sight for any viewer. The silk mummification went between her breasts and body and between her valley of her read so that not a single part of her body was touching the other skin to skin.

Soon the creature came to her head. Sara began to freak out with vigour. Thrashing with surprising effectiveness against the massive bug.

Sensing or perceiving this struggle the silk worms suddenly lowered its mandibles to Sara’s neck and gently bit her before recoiling.

The wound was merely a pinprick but almost at once Sara felt her strength sapping. Her senses seemed unaffected and yet she felt the use of her arms and legs slipping from her. Where before esher could struggle in earnest now she found every movement an arduous chore.

The worm continued its binding first covering her neck and chin. Upon reaching her mouth the creature managed to gentley pry her open and filled her oral cavity with a more rubbery silk. It was porous enough to breathe through and somewhat squishy but once her mouth was filled Sara found that she couldnt move her jaw and barely make a noise greater than a weak mewl. The worm passed over her nose covering it wholly with porous silk before reaching her eyes. The creature passed here many times with its more opaque silk until Sara found herself in utter darkness. The same treatment was given to her ears as the creature at first plugged her ears and then wrapped many tens of times until she was utterly deafened. Finishing of at the peak of her head and doing a full once over the silk worm was finally content. It drew Sara close with its legs and enjoyed the succour of her warmth eagerly.

Forced into a world of sensory deprivation Sara was beyond freaked out. And yet another feeling began to build in her embattled psyche. For some reason she was beginning to feel a tingle all over her body. A giddy sensation she felt only around handsome men on drunken nights or in the privacy of her wet dreams. Most adventurers know of course that silk worm venom is a common aphrodisiacs. The efficacy of this venom was clear to see in Sara as she began to grind, hump, shudder and buck desperate for a little sensation. The movements earned her more nips from the silk worm as more venom was pumped into her; the aching sensation of sexual denial building inexorably in her trapped forme.

3 Hours Later

Sara was beside herself.

‘Horny horny! Cum cum, let me cum, want to cum let me cum!’

She didn’t know whether she spoke the words aloud or thought them. It made no difference. No matter how she squirmed the most sensation she got was the breath undulating bumps of the silk worms body against hers. It wasn’t enough. She needed more. More.

‘More more! Cum cum, more, let me cum! Cum cum cum!’

Sara felt sensation build just a little as her bucking suddenly matched the undulations of the huge bug. The sudden allowance of pleasure was too great and she fainted at once.

3 More Hours Later

A sudden movement shook Sara back to consciousness. Her would was still utterly dark and soundless. She recalled with some difficulty where she was. It seemed.the venom had worn off too, she felt the control of her muscled return to her. Before she could move she felt the tremor again. What on earth was that?
Suddenly the tremor gree to a cacophony of noise as Sara felt herself and the grub launched from the ceiling and plumet to the floor.

Luckily for Sara the silk worm broke her fall with its pillow body. The jostling from the fall had shifted her silk encasement giving her the use of one eye. She was on her back staring at the ceiling where she saw her rescuer.

A massive Landshark and wound a path through the earth and emerged at the Silk Worm Nest. It was currently gorging itself on their fat bodies strong enough to utterly ignore the silk binds. Sensing her moment for escape Sara gathered her strength

Roll: 1 of 20, +19 Experience Bonus
Critical Success!

Sara had been wrapped in this silk thrice before. Using her experience she remembered that the silk was very strong only in the direction it was wrapped. As such she marsheled her body to wiggle up and down transverse to her bindings. Within moments he felt the binds loses, their stickiness having worn away after hours of being held hostage. As the Landshark finished of the last of the silk worms Sara was finally free of her squishy prison. She hopped free and darted down the cave just as the Landshark crashed to the cave floor to consume her temporary captor.

Within moments of running Sara had mad either to the steps leading to level four, without another look back she descended.

Roll 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

Had Sara of waited for a few moments however she may have noticed the two pairs of footsteps planted in the dust of the cave floor. One going down and the other returning outside. Both the same boots, a woman’s size. Given the movement of air in the caves these prints were less than a day old at most. Sara was none the wiser that someone other than her had visited the dungeon today.

1 hour later and Sara found herself flying through level four. She had known this level was rife with slimes. She had fallen foul of slime traps on other levels but to her shame she had never actually seen one. Judging by all the gooey puddles Scattered about the cave corridors it seemed that all the slimes had been taken care of. Sara guess it must have been the Landshark.

Roll 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

Had Sara remembered her Bestiary lessons she would have known that of course Slimes are utterly inedible to nearly all creatures. Being composed of liquefied minerals the slimes only uses were as the odd potion ingredient and for dyes. The slimes on this floor had been killed on purpose. All that Sara knew was her path to level five was made much easier.

With a giddy glee Sara approached the steps down to level five. This was it. The prize was within grasp. She vibrating with excited, she bolted down the steps without a care in the world. Soon she would have the loot and with plenty of time to mosey back to the surface. This adventure was a done deal!

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

Sara never was the best at fathoming the passage of time. Had she paused to reflect on her adventure so far. Or notice the decreasing number of bats she would have realised sunset was rapidly approaching and she had, in fact, just under and hour to leave the dungeon before she was sealed for good.

Sara arrived at the base of the steps. At once her eyes were planted on a huge pile of ribble. The rocks lay from floor to ceiling and clearly blocked the path forward. Feeling a twinge of panic Sara circled about to check.the other walls. If she couldn’t go on then the quest was over!

To her immense delight and relief a heavy chestnut wooden door stood behind her set into a robust gray stone wall. The black scones either side burned brightly with an inviting warmth.

The construction appeared brand new. Sara supposed the door and room beyond were detour created after the collapse of the old path.

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

Sara had little to no magical knowledge. She had pretty basic knowledge of glamours; spells which made objects appear to be something else to the observer. Had Sara known the tell tale signs of the noiseless flames or the textureless stone she would have dispelled the glamour at once. The fake cave in wpuld have disappeared in a moment to reveal.the way forward and the stone room would have faded to reveal what lay within.

Sara approached the door with relish. She paused for a moment. With a rare instance of fore thought she kneeled to peer through the keyhole at the room beyond. She took a moment to resolve her vision seeing the well lit stone room beyond, a moderately sized rectangle with a plinth in the middle. What caught Sara’ attention was the object on the plinth

“JACKPOT!”

Sara exclaimed aloud to no one in particular

There was the treasure chest. A huge wooden chest with a curved lid bracketed on all its edges and vertices with pure gold. A dazzling red Ruby set just above its centre keyhole.

Sara nearly jumped for joy. She ought to have paid more attention however. Had she waited for a few more seconds she would have seen the subtle movement of the chests lid rising and falling, ever so slightly. As if it were breathing. All movement had ceased as soon as Sara made herself known.

Heedless to any danger Sara burst through the door and passed the threshold. Giddy with excitement she walked toward the huge chest.

A metre and a half wide by a metre long and another metre tall Sara could only guess how much treasure could be stored in such a huge chest. The greed over took her sense as she plodded closer.

Suddenly she noticed a small sheet of parchment set on the top of the lid. Sara stopped in her tracks surprised by the odd discovery.

She approached the parchment carefully

Roll 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

But not nearly carefully enough. If Sara had been blessed with better situational awareness she might of noticed how the door behind her ever so quietly closed and locked itself shut as the keyhole sealed over.

Sara picked up the parchment. It had no smell of mildew meaning it was likely fresh. She read the delicate handwriting on its face.

“To my dear Sara,

As promised, your prize awaits! I hope you find it utterly captivating!

Yours most truthfully
-Mara”

Sara frowned and read the note again. It didn’t make any sense. Mara had been her rival for more than a year. Why on earth would she bother to adventure all the way down here just to leave a note. Sara thought on it. She supposed the Goblins and Slimes had been dispatched by her. But why leave the treasure.

Sara couldn’t wrap her head around this. True that Mara had practically limitless money. She had no need for treasures other than prestige. Perhaps the contents went interesting enough for her. Perhaps she truly didn’t believe Sara would make it down here and as such there was no need to spoil her reward. Sara felt like that was the truth of it.

“Oh you arrogant tart”

She almost chuckled. Finally her ill manner had caught up to her and for the first time in her life Sara was about to complete a quest!

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

Sara ought to have noticed the along with footprints heading in and out of the room the tell tale streaks of a chest being dragged by hand. If she had checked the base of the chest she would have noticed a peculiar build up of slippery sweet-smelling slime and had she touched the chest she would have felt its warmth and the muffled rumblings from deep inside.

Sara noticed none of this. She chucked the letter to one side at once and sprung the lid open in a single rapid motion.

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

Many things now happend at once.

The first thing Sara saw as the lid sprung open was not a hefty hoard of gold and silver but, shockingly a deep pit of writhing pink tentacles coated in layers of slime with walls covered in the same pink fleshy mass, oozing with the slicker substance and pulsating with eagerness.

“MIMIC!!!”

Her eyes went wide with shock and she fell forward only managing to catch herself at the rim of the chest with her waist. At once the lid slammed closed above and she felt at once either too was covered with slimey tentacles. The trap now partially closed Sara found her top half stuck in the chest and her back half kicking for purchased trying desperately to escape.

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

At once she short her arms out to push herself free but the tentacles above her short down to arrest her wrists and forearms. With shocking strength they wrenched the beautiful woman’s arms behind her back and drew her further into its slimes embrace.

Kicking ever more vigorously Sara was still making no progress. She was screaming now, terrified.

“No nooooo! Let me go let me out! I won’t let you noooo!”

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

Her protestations might have gone on but the Mimic sought to remedy her bleating.

A huge tentacle from near the bottom of the chest sprung upwards and lingered around her mouth. Just before the tentacle could plunge Sara grew wise and clamped her mouth shut. At once four mini tentacles sprung up in response. Two went to her nostrils and pinned them shut with inexorable strength. The other two wound their way past her lips and began to wrench her mouth open.

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

The combined need to breath and force applied to her jaw was irresistible after only thirty seconds Sara’s jaw shot open to gasp for air. She tried in vain to slam it shut but before she could do anything the massive tentacle slammed into her oral cavity.

The tentacle was soft and squishy but incredibly strong and coated in litres of slime. At once the tentacle pulsed in and out of her mouth working the space and filling it with its goo. The concoction was one of the most powerful aphrodisiacs known to the world. Being six hundred more times more powerful than silk worm venom but with no paralytic effect.

The effect was not immediate however and for the instant Sara felt nothing but disgust for the huge tentacle ramming her mouth over and over again.

With a moment of lax Sara planted a huge kick into the side of the Mimic from the outside. The whole being shuddered and as if In rage advanced its oral exploration.

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

No longer content to just coat her mouth the beast now begun to push down into her throat with furious fervour. Just enough to stop her breath before retreating again yo the back of her mouth. Over and over again this tentacle face fucked her until tears began to well. The act inflicted no pain due to the mimic slime and the now growing arousal began to make Sara feel woozy as the tentacle continued to plow her throat relentlessly

As Sara started to lose focus the Mimic was growing more ambitious. Content that its prey was well dosed it moved on to more pleasing matters.

Four medium and two small tentacles reached up toward Sara’s chestpiece. With skilled movements they unbound her lacing and tossed the hunk of leather out of the chest. Her white bra was lacey and near see-through due to the slime. Her nipples were just beginning to grow erect under the tight material. The four tentacles framed her chest as the smaller two began to tease her nipples and areola over the bra.

“HmmmmmHHAAAA!?”

A little shriek was all the response Sara could force out in-between bouts of tentacle deepthroating.

The rhythmic motions of the tentacles on her nipples making Sara buck and squirm as if electricity was coursing through her. After just a minute of this teasing Sara found herself struggling to maintain any composure. The Mimic was pleased enough with its work to move forward. It now removed her cute bra with odd delicacy and threw it from the chest.

Sara’s perky b cup breasts now slick with Mimic goo bounced with the motion of her oral violation and her tortured nipples now stood fully erect, begging to be played with. She wished the Mimic wouldn’t notice

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

The Mimic answered the plea and at once returned to her chest. With the big tentacles it squeezed, pumped and kneaded her soft flesh and with the tiny tentacles it gripped her erect nipples taking turns to pull and twist and tease over and over and over again.

This was all getting to much for Sara. She knew that soon it would be too late for her. She had to do something, now.

Summoning all her reaming strength Sara planted both legs against the wall of the chest and heaved with all her might to wrench her body free.

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

For one brief moment it seemed to be working, she felt the grip listen just barely. But the instant passed and at once the Mimic renewed its grip.

What’s worse was the Mimic began to send even more tentacles over her body. Grasping her by the waist, chest and neck and drawing her further down and in to its gooey interior.

This motion caused Sara’ back half to lift off the ground. Sensing that it’s pray no longer had purchase the Mimic shot put four huge tentacles. At once Sara felt a tentacle around each of her legs. They wrapped around the legs individually binding calf to thigh so that only her knees were able to scrape the ground.

The other two tentacles tended to her enticing ass. The tentacles kneaded the huge domes of her rear with glee reveling in the victory before beginning to spread her cheeks apart.

The Mimic spread her wide before letting its grip go and feeling the bounce of her plump ass as it slapped back in place. The Mimic spread her wide again this time lifting her legs up so her pussy was displayed soaking wet under tight leggings and knickers. One of the huge tentacles grabbed at the material ofnher leggings and ripped upwards splitting them at once and revealing her lewd panties The exact same style as her bra, lacy and semi transparent. As if not wanting to damage the garment the Mimic slid it aside gingerly as a third tentacle travelled to her exposed rear.

This tentacle had different head with a small hole. It faced itself over Sara’s exposed privates and began to spray a concentrated solution of aphrodisiacs and lubricant.

Sara, stuck in her world of face fucking as she was, didn’t fail to notice. As soon as her ass was got attention she felt a pit in her stomach. Now that she was being sprayed the tingling sensation in her chest had grown to a body encompassing need for stimulation. Consciously she begged to be free but she was bound arm and leg without any hope of escape. She shuddered as she felt a gentle caress of two huge tentacles rubbing first her sex and then her ass. In sequence they took turns sliding up and down the valley of her crotch until she was utterly lathered in slime and slick to the touch

Satisfied with its preparations the Mimic forced itself into her. First of all a large tentacle sat above the mound of her vagina its tip explored the opening of its lips before suddenly slamming into her. The lighting bolt of pleasure that ran through Sara made her cum immediately.

“OoooooOOOOAHHHHGG~”

It was a tortured forced and greedy orgasm that coated her already tortured mind with undeniable stimulation and pleasure. She bucked in place suspended by the Mimic the movement forcing the tentacle deeper down her throat and forcing her nipples to be tugged even harder.

Not allowing its captive to recover the Mimic began to rhymically pump itself in and out of her slick hole. The steady pace unyielding and utterly mind breaking to the already overwhelmed thief.

At that same moment the Tenacle moved over to Sara’s ass. It was winking now with the excitement of orgasm and pleasure. This was all the invitation the Mimic needed. It’s laid the tip of the massive tentacle over her pink hole and waited for the right time.

But suddenly the vaginally tentacle removed itself and retreated into the Mimic. A new tentacle travelled out to replace it. This tentacle came with a cup like head with many hundreds of tiny cilia like tentacles attached to the inside of the cup.

The cup tentacle latched itself gentley over her womanhood using subtle but unyielding suction to secure itself. The odd sensation drove a shiver up the poor girls spine.

Before she could even slightly recover a new sensation began to rack her small body. The hundreds of tiny tentacles inside the cup began to stroke her mound with unceasing vigour. They poked and prodded, they teased and pleased, they rubbed and stroked and ruined her. A horrible stimulus the mix between the worst tickling and the best titilation assaulted Sara.

“Mmmahhhmnnaahahmnnnaaaaahhhhh!!!”

Her whole body lurched in response with her head firing backward backward. Caught immediately by two guide tentacles that wrapped around her eyes and forced her head back down to the oral invader with a sickening squelch

‘Too much too much stop make it stop let me go too much too much aaaaaaa-!’

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail

With the driven stimulation of the tentacle Cup forced another orgasm out of our hero. Her body now soaked in sweat, and shivering with unprocessed stimuli. Her clothes were ripped to shreds as different fabrics clung, sodden and stretched over her bronze skin.

Her only reprieve was to think that surely soon it would be over.

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

But Sara had forgetten about the second tentacle behind her.

During the come down from the second orgasm the Mimic seemed to relent slightly. It adjusted its prey drawing her further in and allowing her thighs to rest against the side of the chest. As if to brace her. At the same time the cup tentacle, oral tentacle, nipple tentacles ceased their teasing but remained in place. Waiting for some action.

If Sara had more faculty of her mind she might of had the time to feel dread. Instead all she felt was a pang in her stomach telling her something big was about to happen.

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

The girls tight ass was totally soaked and shook invitingly as she struggled to free herself. The large tentacle that had teased her before began its task. Ever so slowly the tip of this 3 inch wide tentacle sunk into her perfect ass. It moved slowly but unstoppable into her forcing its way in and in and in.

The strength of the aphrodisiac combined with its painkilling properties forced Sara to feel nothing but the most intense of pleasures. She uttered a low moan dripping with sex

“Ooooooooooaaaaaahhhhhggghhhh!”

Soon an inch was inside her and then another and a third, a fourth, a fifth. All the while the girth increased and the pleasure grew. At 8 inches of depth Sara felt her eyes roll into the back of her head and her mouth lolled open her mind totally vacant of anything but pure mandated pleasure.

Suddenly the tentacle began to expand. Its diameter steadily increasing to nearly four inches. Sara felt filled to the brim. The tentacle would surely break her. But all she felt was the pure ecstasy of being made whole with the Mimic.

And then it began again. All at once the Mimic started to fuck her stupid. It pistoned her ass without mercy rocking her whole body with the rabid abandon

‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck oh fuck fuck oh fu—-‘

Before she could even attempt to get used to the plowing the other tentacles returned to their labour’s. All at once her ass, pussy, mouth and nipples were being ravaged with perfect skill.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGMMMM!”

Sara had no thoughts any more. Her mind flooded with the tsunami of forced pleasure. She felt an orgasm fast approaching on the horizon she couldn’t stop it. A third one and she could do nothing she-

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

The tentacles increawd their pace sensing her closeness.

“Aahhhhaaaahhh- ahhhhhhh- AAAAAGHHHHHH!!!!”

A third orgasm shattered her body more powerful than the prior two combined. She nearly fainted. There was no way she could keep this up. She had to leave. She had to escape. Surely there was some way out surely.

“It’s all a bad dream, it’s a dream, I’ll be back in the guild when I wake up, it’s just a bad dream-“

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

The Mimic may as well of been a mind reader.

Suddenly and with zero regard for its captive its threw its lid open and in a single swift movement shoved Sara bodily inside. Just as quickly the lid slammed shut.

From the exterior one could see the steady rocking and shuddering of a chest in the centre of a dusty room. It’s lid occasionally peeping open with the discharge of slime. One would also hear distant moans and rumbles and sudden shrieks drenched in cumbrained pleasure. Within an hour all that would cease as the occupant finally fainted in exhaustion. No matter to the Mimic. The magical being had a human soul now. It could feed for eternity and by that same turn maintain Sara for just as long.

30 mins later

On the surface the final rays of light began to slide down the entrance of the dungeon, the sun passed beyond the horizon saying faewell to another beautiful day. As the final wink perished beyond the border of sight the once entrance of the dungeon began to morph. Rocks akin to those of the cliff began to fill the void as the blue light of the sealing worked its magic. Within minutes the cliff was featureless. Without a clue of what had once been.

Inside The Dungeon

Sara woke in a sweat. Well she thought it was a sweat. She tried to open her eyes but seemingly she was in a very dark space. It was humid too and wet. She tried to stretch out. She found that she couldnt, odd? She tested her muscles and realised with horror that she was utterly stuck in a compromising position.

Inside the chest of the Mimic Sara had been laid on her back. Her legs and been wrenched back and her feet were crossed behind her head. Her arms were held in a box pattern behind her back. She felt utterly exposed as she noticed she was utterly naked. A dim pink light filled the tiny space. She could see the pulsating ceiling only inched from her face. As if realising her consciousness the pulsating walls sprang to life and suddenly she remembered.

“Nooooooooo!!!!!”

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

But there was nothing to be done. The Mimic took savage pleasure in fucking the stupid the creature for many weeks before it decided to switch things up. It tended to her vital needs and allowed her minimal rest. It’s existence dependent on her continual orgasms. And so the Mimic would force them out of her again and again and again

The next morning

Alec circled about the caravans of goods triplechecking his prior double-checks. It all seemed in order. As everything was in his guild. He supposed he ought to set the drivers of to Yarrow. It was a good a place as any to dungeon delve. Suddenly his thoughts turned to Sara.

She had never got back to him with payment. Not that he had expected her too poor girl. He might have worried about her too had it not been for the finding of her emergency rune by her bedside table. That was a good a resignation as any. Or so Alec thought. He felt a bittersweet happiness for the girl. She had finally given up on silly adventures and was off to a better life. Good for her! And so with a smile on his old face Alec bid the caravans off and followed them contendly on his withered staff.

Meanwhile

“SHHLCK SHHHLCH SHHHLCK SHHHLCK!”

“FUCK FUCK FUCK NO MORE I DONT WANT TO CUM I DONT- AAAAAAAGHHGGGGGH!!!!~”

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

Ten second rest was all the reprieve she was granted. A new tentacle fitted like a mask over her mouth and nose pumping her full of a weird gas that made Sara woozy and giddy and horny

“SHHHHCLLKK SHLLLCJ SHLLLLCK PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP”

“FUUU-FUUUUHHCHKK NOO NOT MY ASS AGAIN NO STOP FUCKING STOPPPH PLEASE AHHHHHH—“

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

Ten seconds rest, again.

“PLAP PLAP PLAP SHCLLK SCHLLCK!”

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

Ten seconds rest, again.

“PLAP PLAY SCHHHLCK PLAP PLAP PLAP!”

Roll: 1 of 20
Critical Fail!

Ten seconds rest, again

SCHLKKK PLAP PLAP SHCHHLKKK!”

Ad infinitum.
Ad oblivione.