Infinity Bound Dungeon

Alice immediately shifted the blade of her sword, aiming to sever the ropes binding her ankles. But in that brief moment, new ropes shot through the air. She cut through the bonds on her feet and sprang to her feet, narrowly dodging the incoming assault. However, the rope she had evaded twisted unnaturally in mid-air, like a falcon tracking its prey, changing direction and coiling towards her back. Simultaneously, the girl in front unleashed more ropes, forming an inescapable net. Silver light flashed as Alice desperately slashed at one rope, but more precisely wrapped around her wrists. As a swordswoman, having her hands bound meant defeat. "Clang." Her longsword slipped from her grasp under the tug of the ropes, falling onto the stone floor with a crisp, despairing echo. —It's over! In the flash of that thought, two ropes had already firmly ensnared her gloved hands, yanking her arms behind her back. Her elbows were forced into an unnatural bend, her forearms crossed behind her, lifted high in a "W" shape. The brutal force continued to pull her hands until they were just below her shoulder blades before finally stopping. "Ugh...!" Fortunately, Alice's rigorous sword training had given her good flexibility, but this forced restraint still elicited an involuntary cry of pain. The ropes continued to tighten, binding her tightly along with her leather gloves. They wrapped around her wrists several times, then vertically, forming a reinforced cross-shape, completing a secure bondage that left her utterly powerless. "Let me go!" Alice struggled with all her might, her soft hands clenching and unclenching within the leather gloves, but her resistance was futile. The ropes were incredibly strong, impossible to break with brute force alone. "Heehee... Let's play together~♡" The girl spoke strange words and walked towards her step by step. The flush on her face deepened, and her voice carried a cloying obsession. As the girl approached, Alice heard a faint, persistent "buzzing" sound. She had never heard such a sound before, but her gaze was drawn to its source, involuntarily falling on the girl's lower body, tightly constricted by ropes. The two ropes that passed between her legs parted slightly at her most private area. Beneath the fabric of her form-fitting dress, constrained by the ropes, a small, rounded bulge appeared between them. And that bulge was now vibrating at a high frequency, causing the fabric of the dress to tremble subtly. Alice didn't understand what it was... No, she had a vague inkling. As the daughter of an Earl, she had received a comprehensive elite education, which included knowledge known as "the art of the boudoir"... knowledge for noblewomen to please their husbands. Even without practical experience, she could roughly guess that it was a sex toy called a "magic vibrator." But... who would wear such a thing into a dangerous dungeon? This girl... she must be insane! "Ngh... You lunatic, what do you want?!" The girl completely ignored Alice's question, her eyes fixed only on the prey she was about to bind into a work of art. She summoned another rope from her hand, this time not launching it magically, but bringing it closer in her hand. Perhaps judging that Alice, disarmed, posed no further threat, she began to tie the ropes onto Alice's body herself. First, the rough hemp rope circled Alice's neck, then slid downwards, passing under her armpits. "Ah... Wait... We can talk about this!" As the girl's fingers guided the rope through her armpit, the slight touch and tickle made Alice feel a bit itchy, and her body involuntarily twitched. The girl paid no heed to her pleas, continuing her work with focus. After wrapping several turns around Alice's struggling upper arms, the rope crossed above her chest, tightly cinching the upper edge of her leather armor. It then crossed behind her back, descended again, passed beneath the lower edge of her chest armor, and returned to her back where it was pulled taut and tied. A secure and standard chest harness was thus completed. This posture forced Alice to puff out her chest, her already well-developed breasts pushed high. The soft flesh of her breasts was squeezed upwards by the lower rope and pressed down by the upper rope. Even through the slightly stiff leather armor, the presence of those two magnificent mounds of soft flesh was undeniable.

Alice wore white stockings on her legs, and the inky fluid could be clearly seen climbing upwards along the fine mesh of the stockings, devouring the pure white inch by inch. The parts enveloped by the liquid became exceptionally smooth, exhibiting a slick, decadent sheen in the dim light of the tub. She suddenly recalled her tutor for the art of the boudoir mentioning a garment called a "latex suit," the texture of which sounded remarkably similar to this. The liquid soon submerged Alice's knees and continued its ascent towards her thighs, like a layer of latex clinging to her skin. A peculiar warmth emanated from the covered skin. It wasn't the liquid itself that was hot, but rather its complete impermeability, trapping her body's heat. She was squatting in the tub in a humiliating posture. To avoid the knot of the rope causing her further stimulation, she had to spread her legs, a position hardly befitting the noble Alice. Soon, this liquid would climb her thighs, engulfing her entire lower body, and perhaps... even invading her most secret orifices... "No..." The thought sent a silent scream through her. How she longed to leap out and strip this bizarre fluid from her body, but she couldn't. She lacked the courage to even peek out and see what the entity was doing. What if, the moment she pushed open the lid, she saw that blindfolded face leaning in close? The mere imagination of such a terrifying prospect had already scared half her soul away. As the saying goes, no news is good news. The absence of sound from the chains on the other party meant neither approach nor departure. Alice could only pray inwardly, while desperately accelerating her movements. Each tiny shift pulled at the knot of the crotch rope, sending waves of minuscule yet fatal pleasure deep into her already slick core. On the bright side, her fear had suppressed her sensitivity; otherwise, she would have already orgasmed... But regardless, she was still far from escaping this predicament. After an indeterminate amount of time – though it felt like an eternity to Alice, it was likely less than half a minute – her struggle finally saw a turning point. With a soft "snap," the restraint connecting her wrists to the chest rope, the infernal crotch rope formed by two folded and knotted cords, was finally abraded through by the blade. She immediately yanked her wrist, and the accursed knot, along with the severed rope, detached from her most intimate area. "Hah... haa..." The momentary sense of liberation made her sigh involuntarily. The broken rope dangled by its own weight, falling into the dark liquid below. She immediately felt a significant relief. Without that agonizing friction, she could finally increase the range of her wrist movements. At the same time, whether by coincidence or not, footsteps were heard from outside again. This time, the jingling of chains did not approach but gradually receded. Alice had no time to feel relieved, for the dark, almost sentient liquid had already reached her upper thighs. "Wh-what is this thing..." Alice noticed a peculiar pattern. This black liquid, behaving like a living entity, seemed to selectively consume only her underwear.

As Alice's body was toyed with by those magical little hands, her consciousness blurring under the onslaught of pleasure, the latex fluid on her body continued to flow. It had already consumed the skin of her entire upper body, not sparing her slender shoulders. Now, the black fluid was seeping out from the neckline of her dress, climbing up her long, elegant neck. On her arms, the latex had also penetrated her leather gauntlets, covering her palms and beginning to encase her fingers one by one. However, under the overwhelming wave of pleasure, Alice had completely forgotten the threat of this fluid latex. She could only watch as the Shackled Nun, carrying those metal restraints, slowly approached, fear rising in her heart. To wear those things... to become like her? But... deep within her fear, a trace of unwarranted curiosity lurked. What would those cold metals feel like, tightly binding her body? Perhaps... she should try... No, what am I thinking! Once she catches me, I'll be trapped in this dungeon forever! Alice dared not imagine what kind of life that would be, living alongside the remnants and the other creatures? This was certainly not the life she wanted; she still had so many dreams to fulfill. Alice desperately tried to struggle, but her limbs were held firmly in place by those golden little hands, maintaining a shameful posture with her hands tied behind her back and her legs spread apart in a duck-like sitting position. The strength of a single magical hand was not great, but dozens gathered together were another matter entirely. She attempted to gather her magic to strengthen her body, but the few magical hands pressed against her crucial areas prevented her from doing so. Every time she condensed a wisp of magic, the kneading of her nipples and clitoris would intensify. Amidst her moans, the magic she had painstakingly gathered would dissipate. At this moment, the latex on her hands completed its encasement of her fingers, and the latex on her neck, after covering her entire throat, did not continue to climb onto her head. Instead, it formed a smooth, tight high collar and stopped there. Finally, the latex bodysuit on Alice was complete. However, neither she nor the Shackled Nun noticed this at the moment. At the Shackled Nun's signal, the little hands' play became more vigorous, as if to complete some ritual and force Alice to climax. The little hands below cooperated seamlessly. One hand used its little finger, through the sealed latex suit, to aim at the entrance of Alice's pussy and push forcefully inward. The latex suit had excellent elasticity, and under the push of the little hand, it enveloped the fingertip and shallowly penetrated Alice's warm, tight canal. Because its finger size was small, it could only insert a little, but it teased and rubbed back and forth at the wet, hot opening. Even this was enough to send shivers down her spine. The number of little hands playing with her clitoris also increased to two. The original hand continued to repeatedly rub the sensitive nub, perfectly molded and shaped by the latex, while the newly added little hand began to flick the already swollen and reddened bud with its fingertip, one tap after another. "Eeeeee—♡♡♡" Amidst the high-pitched, soaring cries, Alice's endurance finally reached its limit. She orgasmed.

She approached the treasure chest. Typically, these "choose one of three" chests would have a description of their contents on the lid, allowing adventurers to make an informed decision. She leaned closer, and indeed, small text was inscribed on the lid. The first chest read: [Reward: Random Rare Equipment] [Price: Restraint by "Leather Leg Bindings"] "Wait, wait, what does 'restraint' mean?" Alice had heard that some dungeons required a price to be paid for opening treasure chests. But here, the price was "restraint"? It looked incredibly suspicious! Less like a divine trial and more like a lewd prank! Suppressing her urge to complain, she moved on to the second chest, which read: [Reward: Potent Mana Potion x5] [Price: Restraint by "Leather Hand Mittens"] "Restraint again..." The third chest would undoubtedly have a similar price. [Reward: Magic Key x3] [Price: Restraint by "Latex Bodysuit"] As expected, all three chests came with the side effect of restraint. This meant that choosing a chest couldn't be based on the reward alone; the risks associated with the restraint had to be factored in. From a reward perspective, all three were appealing. Alice had been unexpectedly drawn into this dungeon and had no supplies. After the two battles she'd just fought, her mana was almost depleted, making the potent mana potions the most sensible choice. However, the price was being fitted with "Leather Hand Mittens." Alice's mind raced back to her "Chamber Arts" lessons. The so-called hand mittens were a leather contraption designed to bind both hands tightly behind the back. Once worn, her hands would be completely immobilized. She had already experienced the danger of immobile hands during her fight with the rope-bound girl. Next, the magic keys. Alice wasn't sure of their exact purpose, but since they were a reward, they were likely important items useful within this dungeon. The price, however, was a "Latex Bodysuit." Just seeing the word "latex" made Alice feel as though her own latex catsuit had tightened a notch. This seemed like an even more dangerous restraint than the hand mittens. Once worn, it would mean her entire upper body would be immobilized, her hands bound in front of her, unable to move. Crucially, if its strength was anything like her current latex suit, which even a blade couldn't cut, Alice couldn't imagine how she'd escape. "Hmm... In that case, the first chest is the only option left..." She muttered softly. Even if her legs were bound, as long as her hands were free, there was always a way, probably? Moreover, Alice held some hope for the random rare equipment. After all, the equipment produced in this dungeon, while strange, had extraordinary stats. If she could get another piece of rare equipment and sell it in town, it should significantly improve her dire financial situation... "Alright! I'll take the gamble... Please, just give me some good equipment!" Driven to desperation by poverty, the girl, harboring a longing for a life free from worrying about rent, opened the first treasure chest. The moment it opened, a dazzling magical flash erupted from within. Immediately, an unknown force forcibly brought Alice's legs together, forcing her to stand upright. "Ah!"

Her betraying latex suit now became an accomplice. Its ultra-thin, elastic material tightly encased the dildo invading her body, perfectly replicating every grotesque ridge and every nub. With each thrust of the dildo, the sensation was transmitted with crystal clarity to the sensitive and fragile inner walls of Alice's pussy. "Stop... Please stop... I'm begging you..." Her voice was choked with sobs, and crystalline tears slid from the corners of her eyes, dripping onto the cold floor and quickly spreading. An endless sense of humiliation washed over her like a tide, as if her most cherished treasure had been defiled wantonly. In the world of adventurers, beautiful and somewhat capable women were extremely scarce resources. She had had many opportunities to join high-level adventurer parties by selling her body, earning a lot of money and escaping this hand-to-mouth existence. Yet, she had never compromised. But now... her first time was being taken away in such an absurd manner. It wasn't taken by a human, nor did it even possess consciousness. It was merely a lewd magical dildo acting according to a preset program. Alice wasn't a woman with extremely conservative sexual views. It was just that, as the eldest daughter of a Count's family, the education she had received since childhood told her that her virginity represented not only personal purity but also political capital that the family could leverage. She had considered countless possibilities to resist the detested arranged marriage. One night, she had even thought that rather than offer her first time to that greasy old Marquis, she might as well break it herself with a sex toy. She had indeed stolen teaching materials from a bedroom arts course, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to do it. It was, after all, just a rebellious fantasy of a desperate young girl. In the end, she chose to run away from home and become an adventurer. She chose not to rely on selling her body, but to support herself with her own strength and achieve her romantic heroic dream. "Why... why did it turn out like this..." Tears blurred her vision. The pink magical dildo clearly had no concept of sympathy. It merely faithfully executed its preset program, and after being fully inserted, began to thrust rhythmically and mechanically. Accompanied by the squelching, sticky sounds, the magical dildo entered and exited her body tirelessly, each time almost reaching the deepest part of her cervix before slowly withdrawing. The elastic shaft, with its rough ridges and nubs, pressed against her tender flesh through the ultra-thin latex suit that was also pushed inside, bringing waves of soul-stirring, bone-chilling friction. The initial pain of tearing had not yet subsided when new waves of pleasure followed closely behind. This contradiction of pain and pleasure made Alice's body tremble uncontrollably. However, the dildo was not her only threat. Just then, the magical anal beads that had been lurking behind her, waiting for an opportunity, finally made their move. They flexibly approached another, even more shameful entrance. The part of the latex suit covering it had also become exceptionally soft and elastic under the influence of the "Forced Mana Replenishment Protocol." Without any hesitation, the smallest bead pressed against the tender entrance of her anus beneath the soft latex. "Pop!" With a wet, soft sound, the head of the bead effortlessly squeezed into her tight anus, which had never been explored by an external object. "Eeeek!?" Unlike the tearing sensation in her front, this was a strange stimulation, as if her body was being invaded by an alien object. Alice let out a high-pitched scream, her lower back arching sharply. Her anal sphincter involuntarily contracted wildly, trying to clamp down on the bead and prevent further invasion, but this only pushed it deeper. "Aah! Not the back... No! Not the front either...! Get them out!" Alice pleaded incoherently. The little strength she had left was completely drained in that instant. The arms supporting her body softened, causing her to collapse onto the cold ground, only her upturned buttocks stubbornly exposed to the enemy. She could only writhe her waist and hips in a futile struggle. The dildo in her front seemed to sense her struggle and began to thrust faster. It followed the rhythm of Alice's swaying, each thrust reaching the deepest point, heavy and fierce, bringing a tearing, distending pain. The beads in her rear parted the tight passage one by one, pushing their round, cool bodies inch by inch into the narrow, warm soft flesh. They twisted slowly inside, their uneven surfaces grinding against her tender intestines, which had never been touched. The invasion from both front and back left her completely unable to resist. "Wuwuwu... Someone... Someone save me... ♡"

Despite Alice's verbal protests, her body seemed to welcome the sensation. Her pussy was already slick with copious amounts of arousal fluid, all contained within the thin latex suit. With each thrust of the dildo, the indented latex formed a wet sheath that slid in and out of her cunt, accompanied by a wet, squelching sound. Her arousal fluid continued to overflow, even being squeezed along the inner lining of the latex suit and into her asshole, serving as lubrication for her anus. This made the rough stimulation from the anal beads more gentle and comfortable. As her arousal increased, the latex suit began its process of breaking down bodily fluids again. More and more magic seeped into Alice's skin through the latex, magic converted from her arousal fluid. This magic, far more refined than that derived from sweat, gradually alleviated her weakened state. "Damn it... once I regain my strength, I'll, I'll kill you both immediately..." She forced herself to calm down. Things had come to this, so she could only endure the humiliation and wait for her chance. Once her magic recovered a bit, she would tear these two damned sex toys from her body and rip them to shreds! And this traitorous latex suit, she would definitely take it off and stomp on it fiercely! However, as Alice endured the humiliation, secretly accumulating the power of revenge amidst the shameful pleasure, something that had been dormant on the floor began to move. It was a metal chastity belt. It had entered the room with the other sex toys but hadn't attacked immediately. Instead, it lay on the ground, feigning death, causing Alice to overlook its presence. Now, seemingly detecting some signal, it floated towards Alice's provocatively arched ass. "No... what, what are you doing!" The intelligent Alice immediately realized how dangerous this chastity belt was. If she were locked by it now... She wanted to escape, but the little strength she had just regained was not enough to support her standing up. She writhed on the floor on all fours, but not only did she fail to crawl much distance, but her violent twisting also caused more intense friction with the two sex toys in her lower body. "Nghhh~♡! No! Don't, don't come near!" The chastity belt had, at some point, flown over Alice's head and arrived above her buttocks, then descended to cover her ass. The metal waistband encircled her slender waist, which was encased in the latex suit. Then, the U-shaped structure, composed of straps and a metal plate, skillfully squeezed into the crevice of her full buttocks, passed between her legs, and joined the waistband in the front. With a merciless, crisp "click," the chastity belt's plate locked with the waistband. The dildo still thrusting wildly in her tender cunt, and the anal beads slowly rotating in her rear, were both locked inside Alice's body and pushed even deeper. "No—!!!" Alice finally regained a sliver of strength. She desperately reached out to pull at the chastity belt, but it was too late. This sturdy metal chastity belt was now firmly fixed to her body, unmoving no matter how much she pulled.