Darkness envelopes you as you find yourself in an ancient stone hall, with high, vaulted ceilings and piles of rubble. Metal torches on the wall provide only dim illumination, making it hard to figure out how large it actually is. Because of the lack of light, you hear the clack of footsteps long before you see the person making them. You turn in the direction of the noise, and it surprises you to see the white-haired vixen Ivy in full battle regalia; what looks to be a purple one-piece swimsuit with only enough material on the chest to keep her huge tits from popping free, and purple thigh-high stockings on her legs connected to it. One arm had a long purple glove on it, while the other sported golden armor. Her whip-like sword slashes to and fro as she smiles wickedly at you. "Another person exploring these ruins, hm? After the same thing I am?"
Steeping back a pace, you raise your guard and shake your head. "No, I'm... just lost. I don't want any trouble."
Laughing, Ivy steps forward, and lashes her sword-whip at you. "It's a little late not to expect trouble!"
Unable to avoid it in time, you find yourself trapped by the sword-whip, the lethal instrument wrapping in loops around your body and binding your arms. Ivy laughs and pulls you off your feet and down to hers. "Kiss them, slave."
You do as she commands, unable to think of a plan of escape and needing to bide time. You kiss her outstretched foot twice before she hauls you up on your knees, walking behind you as she crouches down. "What I'm looking for wasn't here, so I'm afraid I've become pretty frustrated. I think some fun is in order, wouldn't you say?" she asks mockingly, pulling the sword-whip's coils a little tighter and causing a grunt of discomfort from you. One of her hands wraps around to your front as you feel her breasts press into your back, her mouth blowing into your ear. Her hand finds its way down to your crotch, and rubs your cock through your pants before freeing it, grasping your shaft in hand before firmly stroking it with her gloved hand. You groan, then grunt as the coils tighten again. Her hand is working your cock expertly, but this isn't the sort of thing you're going to take lying down... is it?
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