3.32 – Challenge II

3.32 – Challenge II

Together, Liz and Natalie appraised the seat. There was a bump in the middle, which the user was clearly supposed to sit on. Two loops were on each side, available to strap Liz down. She doubted they were optional. She could risk it, but as usual, engaging with the dungeon in the way it presented itself was usually the easiest path forward.

“How does it turn on?” Liz asked. After a moment scouring its surface, she found a switch. “This?” She flipped it.

The device hummed to life, and for a moment, the two girls watched the curved bump on top of the cylindrical seat hum to life, vibrating and grinding back and forth. It started slow and picked up speed. Liz flicked it off, her blush somehow burning hotter.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Liz said. “Good to know.”

They stood there in silence for a second.

“Think you can handle it?” Natalie asked.

“And what does that mean?”

“I don’t know. Just ... you can’t finish. Won’t get a reward if you do.”

“I did read the instructions.”

“Just, you know. Saying.”

Liz cleared her throat, then stood. “Might as well get to it.” She went about removing the superfluous parts of her get-up. Not that she had much of that, anymore; Elida had been happy to take even the utility stuff, like her belt and waterskin.

In short order, she was in just her plainclothes. Didn’t even have her robe, anymore—Elida had taken that too. Liz was surprised she’d even been left those. Okay, not really, Elida wouldn’t leave her naked, but she was a gigantic jerk, so maybe she would.

Anyway, just her plainclothes. Two fairly thin layers of fabric would be the only defense she had against ... that. The woman in the picture was clothed, so she didn’t think she had to strip entirely.

Though, why would nudity matter? Allowing herself to be played with by a dungeon contraption while being watched by a teammate was definitely the lewder event, nude or not. Liz’s priorities were clearly messed up.

And she was not excited for this. The fact that her heart was trying to jump out of her chest was purely from embarrassment. Nothing else.

Natalie cleared her throat. “Yeah. Ready whenever.” Her teammate shifted awkwardly in place.

It took a moment to place why she was acting the way she was. There was a bulge in her pants.

Liz’s mouth fell open.

“Wait. You—is that—?”

Natalie seemed to give up trying to hide it. In fact, she seemed suddenly less embarrassed about everything—as if she’d hit some critical point, and it had shifted to exasperation. She stood up straight, the bulge of her cock—cock?!—becoming twice as noticeable.

“Yeah,” Natalie said. “It is. My class gave it to me.” She shrugged. “Sorry. Can’t really help it, with ... you know ...” she gestured vaguely at Liz’s position, and Liz realized—she had forgotten somehow—that she was perched on top of a dungeon seat, her pussy buried into a rounded bump that would shortly be pleasuring her by vibrating and rubbing back and forth.

“It gave you a ... that? Really?” Liz stared, baffled, then started laughing. Her embarrassment had also broken through to a different emotion. “Sorry. Sorry. I’m not laughing at you, obviously. Just, this is all ...”

“A lot,” Natalie said. “Yeah.”

“That’s crazy, though.” She realized a few seconds too late that staring at the bulge was probably bad form, and she wrenched her eyes away. “Is it, um ...?”

Natalie tilted her head.

“I’m not sure where I was going with that,” Liz said. “Fun, I guess?” She shrugged. “Seems interesting, if nothing else.”

She was proud she was taking this in stride, if mostly from an overload of absurdity.

“Interesting,” Natalie quoted. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Anyway,” Liz said. “I guess I should start.” She would digest all of that—that her teammate had an impressively large bulge in her pants—later. She twisted in her seat and reached backward for the switch. “Here we go.” To herself, she mumbled, “Just gotta ride it out. You can do this, Liz.”

Liz flipped the switch, and beneath her, the contraption buzzed to life.