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.

“You can’t tell anyone,” Liz repeated. “It would be so bad for House Beaumon’s reputation. My parents would kill me.”

“Obviously, we won’t,” Natalie said, and Liz believed her. “Didn’t even have to ask.” She even sounded mildly offended that Liz had asked.

That reassured her, even if she hadn’t thought Natalie would in the first place. She trusted her, the same as the rest of her party. For the most part, at least. As much someone born-and-raised in the intrigue of high court could.

Taking a steadying breath, Liz approached the seat. She got down, sliding one knee over the far end, and settled in. The bumpy protrusion in the middle pressed against her, and an embarrassing noise almost escaped her lips—without even the excuse that things had started.

Swallowing thickly, she adjusted the straps, locking herself in—so that she couldn’t escape if she wanted to. As soon as she started the process on the first leg, the loop squeezed in and secured itself without her input. Liz stared at it for a moment, then moved to the next, which did the same.

The implication was clear. Liz would be riding this thing the whole way through, regardless of if she could hold off on finishing or not. The straps would keep her down for the whole while.

But she would be winning. This was hardly something she had a lot of experience with, but if it was what needed to be done to win the challenge, then she’d keep control of herself. She was a Beaumon. Keeping control of herself was something she’d been trained for her entire life. Though, admittedly, she’d never excelled at it.

And having Natalie watch was going to make it harder. Why had Liz chosen her, again? Having such a pretty girl spectate this only increased the difficulty. She should have chosen …

Well. It wasn’t like any of her teammates weren’t ridiculously attractive. Maybe Ana or someone could have been the better choice, but at least Natalie wore her emotions on the face—they could be embarrassed together. Having Ana watch with a perfectly impassive expression might have been worse, somehow.

And a silent part of her, definitely not acknowledged consciously, said that getting to show off for Natalie would be fun.

She let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding. The bump of the seat pressed firmly into her, and already Liz’s stomach clenched with need and excitement. This really wasn’t going to be easy. But she would see it through. She needed a new weapon.

“Okay,” Liz said. “You ready?”

Liz had, out of mortification, not been looking at Natalie. Finally returning her attention the other girl’s way, though, she saw … that Natalie was standing weirdly?

Liz paused.

Wait.

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.