Chapter 15: User locked
Saki screamed, her voice drowned by the dungeon's cruel indifference, the chrome-plated room pulsing with a deep, sultry hum, its walls shimmering with a lewd, reflective glow, mirroring her flushed, glistening form in obscene detail.
The glowing sigil beneath her erupted in tendrils of pink light, their surfaces slick and quivering, whipping around her limbs with a warm, teasing caress, slamming her ankles into the floor's depressions with a harsh snap, and pulling her arms behind her back, locked in a sharp, trembling arch that thrust her chest forward.
She was yanked forward in one fluid motion—bent at the hips, her heaving breasts pressed to the cold, padded seat of the sex punishment throne, her blouse ripped and clinging, outlining hardened nipples through the translucent, sweat-soaked fabric.
Her short skirt flipped upward, revealing tight black panties, soaked and clinging wetly from slime residue and the dungeon's musky heat, her ass hovering in the air, trembling in perfect, vulnerable display, her tanned curves glistening under the purple light, catching every droplet of sweat and lube.
The pulsing phallic rod—glowing with a soft, obscene sheen—rose into place, angling upward between her glistening thighs, its runes throbbing with a sultry hum, dripping with slick, magical lube that radiated tantalizing heat, stopping just short of contact, teasing her nerves with its proximity.
"Auto-mount engaged. User locked. Erotic calibration in progress," purred the sultry AI voice, dripping with sadistic delight, its tone caressing the air like a lover's whisper.
Saki's breathing was wild, her legs trembling, her ass quivering as she strained against the bindings, her soaked panties outlining every intimate curve, squishing audibly in the musky, syrupy air.
The dungeon's walls moaned softly, feeding off her defiance, their reflective surfaces amplifying her exposed, glistening form.
The rod pressed forward—not penetrating, but sliding beneath the fabric of her panties, lubricated by a magical heat that clung like molten oil, its slick surface brushing her skin with an electric, teasing warmth that sent shivers through her trembling thighs.