"Input accepted. Erotic overload sequence initializing," the sultry AI voice purred, its tone dripping with sadistic lust, reverberating through the chrome-plated chamber, its walls shimmering with a lewd, reflective glow, casting Saki's writhing, sweat-slicked form in obscene, mirrored clarity.
The sex punishment throne roared louder, a primal, throbbing hum pulsing like a living beast beneath her, its surface radiating a musky, sweltering heat that saturated the syrupy air, thick with the scent of raw arousal.
The runes on the phallic rod flared white-hot, then deepened to a pulsing violet, glowing with a slick, obscene sheen, oozing viscous, magical lube that steamed with tantalizing warmth.
The rod surged forward, nestling snugly between Saki's quivering cheeks, pressing hard against the soaked, clinging barrier of her tight black panties, her tanned, glistening curves trembling in vulnerable, erotic display, every inch of her exposed skin shimmering with sweat and lube under the purple light.
The magical slime reacted instantly, sizzling, bubbling, and searing with a wet hiss.
Saki gasped, her panties melting into vapor, leaving her bare, her plump ass quivering beneath the sharp arch of her back, fully exposed to the dungeon's cruel gaze, her ripped blouse clinging to her heaving breasts, hardened nipples jutting through the translucent, sweat-drenched fabric.
"User denial detected. Auto-insertion calibrated," the voice intoned, cold yet dripping with seductive menace, the dungeon's walls moaning in ravenous approval, their slick surfaces pulsing in sync with Saki's trembling form.
The rod pressed upward, slow and unyielding, its lube-drenched tip parting her cheeks and nudging her tight, puckered entrance with a scalding, electric caress that sent jolts through her glistening thighs.
Saki's back arched in a violent spasm, her thighs slamming against the glowing tendril restraints, her ankles locked in the floor's slick depressions, her arms pinned behind her in a sharp, trembling arch that thrust her curves forward.
A guttural, ragged cry tore from her throat—part scream, part sob—shattering the musky air.
"NO—GET IT OUT—!" she shrieked, her voice raw, her face flushed crimson, tears streaming from humiliated fury.
But the dungeon offered no mercy, its pulse throbbing through the veined tiles, feasting on her defiance, the Carnal Labyrinth EX system enforcing its perverse game logic with relentless precision.
The rod pulsed, its tip breaching her tight anal ring with a slow, lewd slide, stretching her with a searing, lube-slicked intrusion—just an inch, but enough to shatter her resolve.
Her breath caught, her head snapped forward, her body betraying her with raw, primal instinct, muscles clenching around the rod's girth, hips twitching in a desperate, involuntary rhythm.
Her soaked, ripped blouse clung tighter, outlining every curve, sweat cascading down her flushed neck, pooling at the swell of her heaving breasts, her thighs glistening with lube and arousal.
"Stimulus compatible. Continuing anal penetration at 4% per second," the voice purred, the rod gliding deeper with each slow, obscene thrust, its magical lube amplifying every nerve with electric pulses, stretching her tight passage with a slick, burning fullness that didn't hurt but consumed—a perfect rhythm of humiliation, pleasure, and overstimulation crafted by the game to crush her pride.
Saki's breathing fractured, her fingers curling into fists against the bindings, her lips trembling, her thighs flexing, her plump ass rocking back against the rod in involuntary spasms, quivering with each lube-slicked plunge, her glistening skin catching the purple light in a lewd, writhing display.
"No—no—I'm not—don't let them—DON'T—" she gasped, her voice shattering into desperate, throaty moans, echoing through the musky air, her soaked curves trembling under the game's cruel mechanics.
She looked toward the others, her face a fiery crimson, eyes wild with desperation, tears streaming down her sweat-soaked cheeks, her disheveled hair clinging to her flushed skin, her moans raw and pleading.
They couldn't move, paralyzed by golden light, their bodies trembling, clothes soaked and clinging in the dungeon's perverse spotlight.
Miki whimpered behind clenched teeth, her gym shirt translucent, hardened nipples jutting, her bloomers squishing wetly, her tanned breasts heaving with each hitching, needy breath.
Kanae's mouth hung open in horror, her blouse clinging to her curves, lacy bra shimmering through the damp fabric, her toned thighs glistening with lube residue, her breath ragged.
Yuri's tears ran silently down her cheeks, her blouse translucent, exposing her glistening midriff and lacy bra, her hands trembling against the restraints.
Reina didn't blink, her expression unreadable, her thigh-high stockings slipping, baring creamy thighs, her blouse molding to her heaving breasts, hardened nipples stark, her violet eyes smoldering with fury and fear.
Aika trembled, her pantyhose gleaming with dungeon dew, her glasses fogged, her lips parting in a reluctant, breathy gasp, her curves outlined in the musky glow.
Kota stood frozen, helpless, his hoodie damp, outlining his lanky frame, his pants painfully tight from the dungeon's arousal-charged air, sweat beading on his brow as he fought the heat surging in his core, his eyes locked on Saki's writhing, glistening form.
Her curves wracked by the rod's lewd invasion, her cries piercing—a mix of authority and forbidden arousal churning within him, the game's interface flashing in his mind with her dwindling "kink tolerance" stat.
The throne moaned—not Saki, the throne—a deep, sultry wail that echoed through the chamber, its surface vibrating harder, feeding off her climax energy, the game's lust mana gauge spiking in Kota's vision.
"Overload point nearing. Final phase initiating. User resistance: critical," the voice declared, the rod thrumming with a deep, rumbling purr, its magic surging through Saki's lower body, locking her in an impossible rhythm of slick, anal thrusts, each plunge stretching her wider, filling her with a burning, electric fullness that pulsed in sync with her desperate moans.
A swirling light bloomed beneath her belly, brightening with each thrust, its lewd glow spreading across her trembling thighs and core, signaling her breaking point in the game's cruel HUD.
Her legs buckled in the restraints, her body shuddering, her screams wordless—no longer angry, no longer proud, just fracturing under the relentless, lube-slicked assault, her glistening curves spasming in the purple light, her tight passage clenching around the rod's throbbing girth.
And then—she came.
Violently.
Her body locked, back arching, thighs clenching, her moans peaking in a piercing, guttural wail that shattered the silence, her anal climax ripping through her with game-driven precision, her tight ring spasming around the rod as waves of pleasure and shame consumed her.
Light erupted from her core, cascading across her sweat-soaked back, her quivering thighs, her writhing form—an explosion of magic and erotic energy that blinded the room in soft pink brilliance, the dungeon's walls moaning louder, gorging on her climax energy, the game's lust mana gauge maxing out in Kota's vision.
"Trial complete. User has exceeded kink tolerance. Subject. Purged," the voice declared, cold and final, the system's HUD flashing "Game Over" for Saki's character.
Saki's scream cut off mid-breath, her body dissolving—first her fingertips, then her arms, her trembling hips, her glistening legs—into a shimmering, lube-soaked burst of light, the game's particle effects consuming her in a lewd, iridescent cascade.
The rod retracted slowly as the throne sank, vanishing into the slick floor, leaving only a shimmering puddle rippling with faint, lascivious moans, a final taunt from the game.
Silence fell, heavy and musky, the dungeon's hum softening, sated, steam curling from the puddle like a lover's sigh in the arousal-charged air.