Riley Gendreau
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Who am I and why am I in a dungeon (TG-Queen Request)
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How long has it been since I woke up in this place? Days, months, maybe even years. I don’t even know anymore. There is no sky down here in this dungeon, so It’s impossible for me to keep track of time.
Instead, I keep track of my escape attempts, currently, I’m at three hundred and forty-seven. So many attempts, yet none even close to successful or any leading to answers to who I am and how I got here.
It all started on that first day, or attempt. I woke up in this cell, scared, alone, naked, and confused. I also had no memories, which made things a hundred times worse. So I sat in the corner of the cell, waiting for anything to happen.
At that time I didn’t have any memories, but I still had these feelings, especially as I looked over my nude body. I was clearly a woman, but something about that didn’t feel right, almost like I hadn’t always been.
With no memories though, I figured I was just confused because of the amnesia. After a while of sitting in the corner, the door to the cell opened. I was curious and honestly sick of sitting around with no answers.
So I left the cell and followed along the hallway until I reached a point with four ways to go. I had no idea which way was correct so I picked one randomly. I continued to follow it until I reached a small square room.
I entered the room and the door closed behind me, I got scared and tried to open it but it was locked. I turned around and saw a pedestal come out of the floor, on it was a cutout of a hand. I figured whoever or whatever put me here wanted me to touch it.
So I walked over and put my hand on it, and then a cuff popped out of it and locked me onto the pedestal. The whole room began to shift around until I was sitting on some sort of bull-riding machine.
I was still locked onto it when two parts of this bull-riding machine started to push out. I let out moans of pain and pleasure as they entered both my front and back end. Once they were as far in as I could take them, the machine turned on.
The parts inside me began to vibrate intensely, then the whole machine started jumping around like a bull-riding machine is expected to do. As it did, I bounced up and down along with it, causing the extended parts to essentially fuck me silly.
After a few minutes, I was leaking out of every hole I had, including my mouth. I was drooling like crazy as I moaned. Once I couldn't take it anymore, I finally achieved an orgasm and passed out.
When I woke up again, I was once again sitting in the cell from before.
Now of course I was soaked. Lucky for me it was clean water and not sweat from the whole bull riding ordeal. All though that means someone washed me while I was unconscious. The door to the cell opens again, but I’m hesitant to leave.
After several minutes of thinking about it, I built up the courage to try and escape again. I walk down the familiar hallway, this time avoiding the turn I took last time. I ended up outside another small room, but I didn’t trust it so I turned back to try the other paths.
Each one leads to a similar room, and the only way to know what's inside is to walk in and get trapped. So with no other choice, I picked a room randomly and put my hand on the pedestal when it came up. I was relieved when the door on the other side of the room opened up.
I ran through it and continued to follow the walls until I reached another crossroads.
I had a sinking feeling as I realized that I would likely be forced into another situation like before. So I yet again pick another path and follow it to the next room.
I put my hand on the pedestal and to my horror I was locked into place again. The room shifted around until I was on my hands and knees. Several manikins popped out of the floor with some sort of fancy strapon attached to the crotch areas. The manikins started moving closer to me.
I was forced to let the one by my head put the strapon into my mouth, and the one behind me forced its way into both my ass and my vagina. The dicks of these strapons were very different from the bulls.
The ones on the bulls were cold and hard. These on the other hand were weirdly softer, almost fleshy, and had a strange warmth to them. It was a familiar feeling, but not one I think I ever felt in my mouth, maybe somewhere like my hand.
As I gagged and struggled to breathe, the manikins began to move back and forth. Much like the previous incident, I began to grow aroused and I began leaking out of my many holes. After a few minutes, something changed.
The strapons started shooting out a warm and thick liquid into my mouth. It quickly filled my mouth and I almost started to choke, but I managed to save myself by swallowing every time the strapon pulled out a bit.
Of course, the liquid was kinda gross and I had no idea what it was, but it was filling me up now. My vagina was already leaking it everywhere, and my ass was reaching the point of exploding, I truly felt like a stuffed turkey.
I eventually achieved another orgasm and passed out much like before, waking up again in my cell. I was once again covered in water, but this time I was sitting in a large puddle of thick white liquid.
As I stood up to get out of it, I noticed it was leaking out of me by the loads full.
It must have been that liquid the manikins filled me up with. I guess my mysterious captures couldn’t be bothered to clean it out of me. So I was forced to explore on attempt number three with the liquid oozing out of me, leaving a gross trail as I walked.
As you can guess, that attempt ended with me in some sort of sexual situation. So from that attempt on, I’d wake up, follow the correct path until I got to an unknown part, and choose a random path. All attempts ended in failure, but some of them at least got me further in the maze.
I think by now I’ve gotten nearly ninety correct rooms. Of course, there are attempts when I forget or remember the room incorrectly, that’s mostly with the newer rooms, so I end up receiving the same sexual punishment more than once.
This is what happened to me yesterday, I took a wrong turn somewhere near Crossroads eighty-six and ended up in the spanking room again. That room isn't nearly as bad as some of them here, but it leaves my butt red and bruised.
When I put my hand on that room's pedestal, it locks me into place and the room changes much like any other punishment. A manikin pops out of the floor and I’m forced onto its lap. It then begins slowly smacking my ass.
Then over time, each slap gets harder and faster, until my ass is bouncing non-stop in pain. I can’t help but cry and beg it to stop, but it doesn’t stop, not until I pass out and wake back up in my cell.
That brings us to today, I wake up do some stretches and once again head out of my cell.
I take extra care not to mess up like yesterday and finally make it to Crossroads ninety-one. I remember which one was a failure before and try out another one. I walk into the room and stick my hand onto the pedestal. I gulp as my hand is once again locked into place.
The room shifts and I sigh, how much longer will I have to suffer this awful game? Ropes start appearing from the floor and start tying themselves around me. Once it's done, I’m hanging upside down with my legs bound together and my arms tied behind my back, hell even my tits are being squished together with a robe.
To finish it off, a single robe slides into place on my crotch, getting nice and tight to the point it causes me to start getting aroused. Then my whole body gets forced to swing back and forth, making the robe on my crotch rub against me vigorously.
I think I either passed out due to the blood rushing to my head, or another orgasm because I woke up in my cell soaked and with rope burns all over my body. I lean up against the wall and sigh to myself.
I sit there trying to build up motivation to go again. I stand up and move towards the cell door, I will get out of this place, and I will figure out who I am. I don’t care how many times I have to endure a sexual punishment I won't lose.
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