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HEXANNA IN THE HOUSE OF TEN THOUSAND COCKS
Hexanna peered up through the trap door carefully and then
slowly pulled herself up into the room proper.
"I can't believe I let Nightmare Witch get the drop on me!
Not only did she manage to separate me from my staff of
magical power but she then used it to put me into this
horrible spell!"
Hexanna finished pulling herself up into the room and dropped
the trap door shut. She looked around her as she dusted off
her palms. She was completely naked.
"I have heard of this spell before. It is indeed devious
because it offers hope, however slim, of escape."
The room she now found herself in was rectangular in shape.
It was dimly lit by candles several of which had already
gutted out.
"Hm, seems the light source in here is almost spent. An added
challenge for me to find the way out!" The sorceress supreme
began to warily move about the room her large eye darting to
every shadow and surface.
"The spell is simple enough. One is cast into a room. Each
room has a way out that leads to another room and so forth.
Each room has a trap which upon being sprung releases a spirt
which then rapes the helpless soul which then having spent
its seed transports the victim back to the previous room that
was successfully escaped and resets the room that was failed
to escape."
"One either finds one's way out of all the rooms or one keeps
failing until ten thousand rapes take place. Obviously, no
normal woman could survive ten thousand rapes so it means
death to fail too often!"
"The first three rooms were easy enough. No rapes so far.
Knock on wood." Hexanna rapped her knuckles on a wooden crate
next to her.
"I must clear or find the exit of one hundred rooms to be
teleported back to my own world or endure ten thousand rapes;
whichever comes first."
"So far the first three rooms were simple hidden exits to
find. Though eventually there will be challenge rooms where I
must complete a puzzle or else be raped!"
"Hm, this room seems another easy hidden exit room. No
visible challenges or monsters to face and defeat. Nightmare
Witch did not create this spell. It is an old spell from the
1800's so I may have a very good chance at defeating it!"
The room was indeed of the late 1800's in construction. With
velvet wall paper and heavy drapes upon the walls. There were
no windows behind the drapes. Furniture of taste but old and
moldering sat about the room as well as strange children's
toys.
The trap door had lead up and opened into the very center of
the room. Behind her was a wooden wall, on either side of her
wooden walls, and in front of her a wooden wall. All covered
in velvet wallpaper. No doors, no windows.
Upon the wall in front of her was a large painting. In the
painting a grotesque humanoid monster with a large erect cock
was leering out of the painting at her. Not comforting.
The painting showed the room exactly as it was as if it were
a mirror. This caused Hexanna to look behind her several
times to see if the creature in the painting was there as it
would have been if it had indeed been a mirror. But it was
not. She was lone in the room. For now.
Hexanna approached the painting and touched it. The canvas
was indeed covered in a glass panel adding to its mirrored
aspect illusion. She studied the painting closely. The
painting showed a door set in the middle of the back wall.
Hexanna turned and looked over her shoulder. There was no
such door, just a wall.
There was however a large chest set against the wall. Hexanna
looked back at the painting. There was no such chest in the
painting.
Obviously, the allusion to a door in the back wall in the
painting referred to the fact that the chest was in fact the
way out.
Hexanna smirked, "too easy."
Another candle winked out. Hexanna hurried to the chest. She
paused and gave it a good looking over. The rooms could
contain a false exit that if one opened it would result in
the subsequent rape and then being sent back to the last room
completed.
It was just possible that the chest would open and reveal a
ladder leading down into the next room. It was very much the
way these trap rooms worked. But...
Hexanna looked back over her shoulder at the painting. The
painting might be the way out. It was certainly large enough
to be a hidden doorway. And this was a magical maze after
all. So maybe one actually entered the painting?
The painting being the exit seemed a bit obvious though.
Still...
Hexanna looked again at the huge erection on that leering
monster in the painting and swallowed hard. That creature
could be inside the chest waiting for her to open it. Or it
could be in or behind the painting waiting for her to choose
that way. Or it could be in the crate. The crate was the only
other item in the room large enough to conceivably hide such
a creature.
Of course this is a magical construction. A spell. The
creature could be in something as small as the tin box of
toys soldiers on the carpet or it could even be the rocking
horse in the corner of the room.
Looking at the rocking horse in the corner of the room
Hexanna realized it was atomically correct in that it had a
large wooden horse cock dangling between its legs.
Hexanna swallowed hard again as another candle went out.
There were only two left burning low now and the room was
almost entirely dark.
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Hexanna opened the trap door in the floor of the room and
peered slowly about. The room was unchanged. She however was
covered in sperm from head to foot.
She pulled herself up into the room and let the trap door
bang shut.
She eyed the large sofa in the corner of the room next to the
painting. The creature was the sofa. It had transformed right
before her eyes before proceeding to rape her for several
hours. It was harmless now. It would not attack her until she
made a wrong choice or the candles went out.
A candle sputtered out.
She gave the rocking horse in the corner of the room a
disgusted look. It had not been the rocking horse. She had
raced across the room and leapt on it and started riding but
nothing had happened until the sofa had transformed in front
of her widening eyes.
Not the fucking rocking cocking horse.
She looked again at the painting. Same grinning monster as
before but he seemed to be caught amid wink this time. Same
chest at the back of the room.
So was it the painting or the chest? If it was the painting
then did she try and enter the painting or try and pull it
open like it was a door without a handle?
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Hexanna slowly opened the trap door and with great effort
pulled herself up into the room. She was slimed with cum and
her eyes still rolled back in her head from the hours of
intense rape induced orgasms.
She let the trap door slam shut behind her and gasping looked
around the room with her hands on her quaking knees.
The monster in the painting was sticking its tongue out at
her now.
"Ba-bastard," she stood slowly up right and licked the sperm
off her lower face. "No-not the fucking painting then. At
least," she paused and frowned. "Not by trying and open it
like a door."
She looked from the painting to the chest and back again.
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The floor trap door rose unsteadily and then banged open as a
sperm drenched Hexanna crawled up off the ladder and then
crawled across the floor.
The monster in the painting was holding its huge erection in
one hand while pointing at it and grinning.
She lay on her back exhausted; her lower body quivering and
still red from the intense fucking she had just endured for
the last several hours.
"Ohhhh okay. Not the chest. But at least it contained some
very useful anal lube."
She pulled herself up to her hands and knees and began to
crawl towards the painting. "Ju-just leaves entering the
painting."
She paused. There amongst the piles of toys was a chess
board. She puzzled over it for a moment as candles began to
wink out. She looked up at the painting and noticed for the
first time that the floor in both rooms was laid out like a
checker board in square wooden parquets of differing color.
She frowned and noticed that there was nothing but small
black Knights in the tin soldiers box rather than the red
British soldiers one would have expected. She murmured and
then placed one of the toy black Knights on the chess board
removing one of the two white knights chess pieces already on
the board and then moved it, "check mate."
There was a hideous scream and the painting dropped forward
upon its face revealing a staircase leading upward.
"Ah, piece, of, piece of... cream pie." Hexanna smiled and
then gathered herself up and shakily made her way up the
staircase to the next room. Leaving a cream pie trail
dripping behind her as she went.
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Omega Woman put her hands on her hips and shook her head,
"has anyone seen or heard from Hexanna? I have been trying to
locate her for almost a week now."
Ms. Americana looked up from where she was bent over the side
fender of the Ms. Americana Mobile and was working deep in
the engine well. Her face had some grease smears on it and
she had replaced her tiara with a bill bent up MSA ball cap.
"Now that you mention it I have not seen her for several days
as well," Ms. Americana wiped her nose tip with the back of
her wrist leaving a grease smear behind as she waved the
wrench she held. "Maybe she is doing one of those mystical
magical mystery tour things of hers?"
Omega Woman stared at the round perfectly shaped firm butt
wiggling in front of her and bit her lower lip in effort as
she resisted slapping it just to watch it jiggle like jelly.
"Yeah, I suppose so... I am a bit worried because we are
going skiing on Mars this weekend."
"You crazy kids," Ms. Americana smiled at Omega Woman and
then winked and wiggled her ass. Showing that she knew the
Galactic Guardian was struggling to keep her hands off the
pert firm bubble butt bent over in offering in front of her.
Omega Woman smiled with stars in her eyes and sighed and
crossed her hands under her titanic tits to thus keep them
out of temptations gravity pull.
Ms. Americana gave a disappointed pout and then nodded over
at the upright tool chest and the drawer she kept a strap-on
in and raised an eyebrow.
Omega Woman blushed and then giggling like a school girl
rushed to the tool box.
A few minutes latter Flag Girl entered the Ms. Americana cave
with her arms laden with school books and dropped them on the
trunk of the Ms. Americana Mobile. She walked around to the
front of the car where a red faced Omega Woman was standing
directly behind an equally red faced Ms. Americana. They both
stood there perfectly still, blinking at the confused teen,
who asked them what was the matter with the Ms. Americana
car?
The two women just stood there frozen and making gasping fish
mouth faces until a perplexed Flag Girl nodded slowly and
shrugged while rolling her eyes and made her way to the ice
cream packed freezer. Just as she was reaching for the
handle; it opened and out stumbled a naked cum-sicle covered
Hexanna clutching her magical skull staff!
Hexanna staggered to her feet with Flag Girl's help and they
began pulling off ice cream treats which had become stuck to
her body while she had been in the freezer.
"And that folks would be room one hundred. Ugh! Ms. Americana
do you have to keep your box so stuffed?" Hexanna nodded over
at the ice box whose door was still open and spilling out
frozen confections upon the floor.
Both Ms. Americana and Omega Woman were still frozen in place
on the other side of the car as Ms. Americana blurted out,
"it's all her fault! I was expecting her to choose a smaller
size attachment!"
Omega Woman gave Ms. Americana an incredulous look and then
slapped her forehead. She then angrily whispered to Ms.
Americana, "you don't have a smaller size... attachment!"
Ms. Americana blushed and smiled weakly before stammering,
"ah, I guess it was a one size fits all wench, er, wrench."
Flag Girl shook her head at Hexanna and circled her
forefinger aside her head in the universal sign of craziness
before returning her attention back to Hexanna's bizarre
entrance, "what on earth were you doing in our ice box?"
"A long and rather perverted story I am afraid and not for
young ears such as yourself," Hexanna struggled to painfully
pull a bomb pop from her pussy lips.
"You're kidding, right?" Flag Girl frowned at Hexanna before
turning and shouting over her shoulder, "hey! Omega Woman
think you can stop ass fucking my legal guardian there and
get your lesbo ass over here and give me a hand. I think
Hexanna has been severely gang raped!"
Omega Woman shook her head, "why do I bother," and pulled
back her crotch with a long wet powerful sucking noise as she
then rapidly slipped out of the strap-on dildo harness and
walked over to the still unsteady sorceress. "You all right
Hexy? I was getting worried."
"I am fine. Or will be with some meditation and rest."
Hexanna gave Omega Woman a lopsided dopey grin and smirked.
"I did manage to turn the tables on Nightmare Witch. She
apparently didn't know that Ten Thousand Cocks spell she used
on me has a twist to it. If the one it is cast on manages to
break free either by completing each of the one hundred room
challenges or surviving all ten thousand cocks; then the
spell reverts back on to the caster who cast it and THEY find
themselves in the maze! That old crone is right now getting
her ass reamed even as we speak! It also allowed me to get my
staff back! Ha ha!"
"That's my Hexy. But I have to ask, did you finish the one
hundred room challenge or survive the ten thousand cocks?"
Omega Woman smirked and pulled a frozen dilly bar off the top
of the witches cum covered head and began to lick it.
"Come on. This is Hexanna here! I finished the one hundred
room challenge... with a cock to spare." Hexanna gave a
thumbs up and everyone laughed.
"I suppose this means our upcoming Mars Skiing holiday is
off," Omega Woman sighed.
"No, it's still on," Hexanna smiled and then pointed at Ms.
Americana who was walking around from behind the Ms.
Americana car with a strap-on harness and dildo the size of a
small dog in her hands. "As long as you bring THAT!"
Ms. Americana cringed back clutching her dildo protectively
to her breasts and bleating out, "not Mister Donkey Dong!"
Omega Woman, Hexanna, and then Ms. Americana all began to
laugh while Flag Girl shook her head and started licking a
bomb pop she had just pulled off Hexanna's butt cheek, "and
they wonder why I am flunking Ethics 101. Geesh!"
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