Crimson Lotus Tournament

The girls barely had time to catch their breath.

Their bodies still slick and trembling from the tendrils’ assault—thighs glossy with slickness, nipples raw and sensitive, lips swollen and throbbing—they knelt in the humid air of the Crimson Lotus Arena.

Above them, the masked mistress hovered again atop a living throne of crimson silk tendrils.

"You have tasted your first failure," she purred. "And now… you will parade your weakness for all to see."

The floor shimmered, and a long, glass-like bridge materialized—suspended above a swirling mist that pulsed with unseen horrors.

The bridge vibrated gently.

The girls whimpered at the sensation traveling up from their knees and palms into their oversensitive cores.

Floating runes appeared, whispering binding commands into their flushed minds:

Stay on hands and knees.

Crawl slowly.
Do not climax.

Below, in the mist, tentacle-beasts stirred.

Kaela Virelith was called first.

Her collar pulsed, and she shivered, rising slowly onto hands and knees.

Her copper-rose hair clung damply to her neck and back. Her plump D-cups swayed with each breath, her nipples stiff and aching. Slickness still glistened between her parted thighs, a droplet sliding down the inside of her trembling leg.

She touched the bridge.

The vibrations hit her instantly—buzzing through her palms, her breasts, her spine—and straight into the swollen pearl of her clit.

Kaela whimpered and crawled forward, her ass swaying helplessly, her inner thighs glistening.

Five feet.

Ten.

Every tiny movement rubbed her puffy folds against the vibrating surface, and her tender clit throbbed violently.

Sweat dripped down the curve of her spine.

Her pussy clenched, aching, drooling more slick down her thighs.

"Nnnn—" she gasped, shaking.

Another step.

And another.

The glass beneath her glowed hotter. Pulsing.

A misty tendril licked the soft underside of her swinging breasts. She jerked violently, her heavy tits bouncing wildly beneath her, smearing trails of sweat and slick across the glassy floor.

Kaela’s thighs buckled.

Her body betrayed her.

With a strangled sob, she exploded—an orgasm ripping through her soaked cunt in a violent spray, squirting a thick gush of juices that splattered audibly across the bridge.

The runes flared crimson.

The bridge vanished beneath her.

Kaela’s naked body plummeted downward, limbs flailing, her heavy breasts and wide thighs wobbling helplessly in the air as she screamed.

Below, the mist eagerly devoured her.

Virellia Dusk stepped forward next, face stoic, body betraying her.

Her porcelain skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat.

She crawled onto the bridge, her small, firm tits swaying subtly beneath her, each jolt sending a delicate jiggle through her thick, soft ass.

Vibrations teased her taut body immediately—low, thrumming pulses along her hands, knees, and most cruelly, her inner thighs.

Virellia's fists clenched.

Her back arched.

At twenty feet, a phantom tendril rose from below and spanked her slick pussy lips sharply—CRACK!—sending a flash of red blooming across her pale flesh.

Her thick ass quivered violently.

She gasped, her thighs twitching apart.

Another slap—this time heavier—made her entire body rock forward, tits dragging across the bridge, nipples scraping painfully against the vibrating surface.

Her composure cracked.

Juices gushed from between her trembling thighs.

Her lips parted in a soft, broken cry.

The bridge shimmered and vanished beneath her.

She fell — arms flailing, her perfect ass jiggling in helpless freefall before the mist swallowed her whole.

Linnea Voss followed.

Her regal composure barely lasted five steps.

The first vibrations sent small tremors through her G-cup breasts, each sway causing her nipples to weep thin trickles of arousal down her torso.

As she crawled, the bridge’s cruel buzz stimulated her cursed arousal magic, magnifying every twitch, every brush against her tender pussy.

Ten feet.

Fifteen.

Her legs quivered violently.

A flick of mist coiled around her clit, invisible but searing.

Linnea collapsed fully onto her chest, her heavy tits flattening against the floor, dragging, bouncing obscenely with each desperate movement.

A deep, broken sob tore from her lips as her hips jerked uncontrollably, squirting streams of slickness across the bridge.

Her body writhed like a caught animal—ass thrust high, back arching, thighs splayed shamelessly—before the spell shattered and the bridge dropped her, screaming, into the abyss.

Solana, Nadiya, and Emiko didn’t fare better.

Solana’s tan body glistened with oil and sweat, her heavy tits slapping audibly against her chest as she tried and failed to crawl forward.

Nadiya’s strong thighs shook with every step, slick gushing visibly between them, leaving a wet trail across the glassy bridge.

Emiko barely moved three feet before the vibrations triggered a helpless orgasm — she squealed high and sharp as her thick thighs clamped uselessly around her own dripping pussy, slick squirting freely across the bridge as she collapsed.

Each girl’s body spasmed violently as she climaxed — arms flailing, tits heaving, asses jiggling uncontrollably — before falling into the mist.

The arena roared — a voiceless, thunderous approval.

From the swirling mists below came the unmistakable, wet, obscene sounds of the girls being claimed once more — their soft cries of forced pleasure bleeding up into the heavy, humid air.

Above them, the mistress floated with cruel satisfaction.

"Beautiful failures," she purred.

"But this was only the beginning."

Above the arena, thicker, darker shapes began to descend — monstrous tentacles far larger, slicker, throbbing with magic and menace.

The next punishments would be worse.

Brutal.

Unrelenting.

Final.