Bound to the Wooden Horse: Relentless Climaxes and a Stolen Maidenhood
“Ngh… Damn it, damn it all…!”
Perhaps half a day had passed since she first stepped foot into this uncharted dungeon. By now, calling Jena’s state a complete mess would have been an understatement; she had been driven entirely to her limit. The leather armor she wore had been thoroughly dissolved by a clothes-melting slime, and the suspicious pale-pink haze she had been incessantly exposed to afterward kept her flesh burning with relentless heat.
“Haa, ngh, uhhk… My body… aches so much…♥”
Yet what felt far more devastating was the intense stimulation lingering in her nipples and private parts—the very places the dungeon’s golems had persistently fondled. Even without suffering actual wounds from edged blades or heavy strikes, she had been pushed so far to the brink that even moving had become an ordeal. Having never experienced nor even imagined anything of the sort, the bold confidence she had possessed upon entering the dungeon had evaporated long ago.
“Just what is with this dungeon…?! Every single trap is bizarre…!”
Bewilderment and shame far outweighed any pain or fear. Her protective gear had been stripped away without resistance, leaving her stark naked, and her body had been mercilessly fondled and stimulated until a deep sense of helplessness took root. The sensations coursing through her whenever her privates were prodded felt akin to a lethal status ailment, paralyzing her reason and draining every ounce of strength from her limbs. Unable to conceive of any countermeasure, Jena could think of only one thing: she had to escape this dungeon, and quickly.
I was wrong. A place like this… it’s impossible to conquer alone…
Brute force was useless here. For now, she needed to report back to the guild, assemble comrades, and try again. Spurred by urgency and desperation, Jena dragged her exhausted body forward step by agonizing step, until at long last, she recognized the corridor ahead after her grueling wanderings. It was the passage connecting straight to the entrance. If she could just push through here, she would surely be free.
“Finally… I can get out…!”
The sudden rush of profound relief and the triumph of survival washed over her all at once. Naturally, such positive emotions dulled her awareness of her surroundings, making it all too easy to overlook the trap laid out precisely for this moment.
Click.
As she hurried down the passageway, a mechanism concealed in the floor triggered, sending every nerve in her body on high alert.
“N-no…!”
Before she could even finish gasping in horror, the device sprang to life. Traps shot up from the floor, thoroughly ensnaring her frame. Pillars and connected cords instantly bound her arms, hoisting her up into midair. As she dangled helplessly, complementary contraptions flew toward her body in swift succession.
“What in the world is happening—mph?!”
A gag clamped firmly over her mouth, and small, egg-shaped devices latched onto her breasts. A moment later, they began to whir and buzz with furious intensity. Jena’s breasts, already hyper-sensitized by the aphrodisiac gas, sent sharp jolts of raw pleasure shooting through her, rapidly dulling her rational mind.
“Mmmph, mmph~~♥♥”
While the gentle vibration could hardly be considered damaging, it was more than enough to make her entire body convulse. With her wrists bound overhead, pulling them off was out of the question. With the gag muffling her mouth, she was not even permitted to vent her screams or humiliation.
“Mmph, mmmph, mm-huph, nmm~~♥♥”
Even as she struggled with her weary limbs to somehow break free, she noticed the floor beneath her cracking open as something rose slowly from the gap. It was made of wood and shaped like a triangle. When the narrow apex aimed directly between her legs, a chill ran down her spine at the thought of a blade slicing into her, but the peak was completely unsharpened—a blunt edge that would not actually cut into flesh. At least, she found comfort in that fact until she realized that what it was aimed at was the secret slit between her thighs.
“Mmph, mm, mmphhh~~~!!!”
It did not take long for her to grasp her predicament. The golems roaming this dungeon had relentlessly targeted her privates from the start. Together with the lingering heat in her body, her overstimulated nipples and slit had been draining both her stamina and willpower. If that triangular contraption rising from the floor pressed into her groin now, the stimulation would eclipse anything she had suffered so far.
“Mmph, mm-mph! Mmphhh… mmph!!”
Without any footing, all she could do was dangle and squirm in empty air before the apparatus firmly wedged itself into her crotch.
Clack.
Her weight settled onto what could only be called a triangular wooden horse. As expected, the apex slotted precisely into her labia, causing her body to thrash wildly.
“Mmph, mm~~♥ Mmph, mmph…!”
It did not hurt as much as she had feared. But the sheer sensation was overwhelming. Unlike being caressed by hands, the added pressure of her own body weight intensified the friction against her slit to an insane degree. Even as she desperately tried to endure it and search for a way out, her respite was cut short.
Rumble.
The wooden horse shuddered violently once, and the moment it showed signs of rocking back and forth, tears welled in Jena’s eyes.
N-no… If it starts moving now…!
This was dangerous. If she could not break free, there would be no turning back. Yet the wooden horse began to rock relentlessly with loud clatters, and with her intimate folds clamped squarely against it, her body was thrown into mercilessly violent convulsions.
“Mmmph~~♥ Mph, mm-mph~~♥♥”
The wooden horse rocked fiercely, as though she were riding a wild, bucking steed. Helplessly straddling it as her privates were battered with unrelenting stimulation, Jena squeezed her eyes shut as a spine-tingling wave of climax washed over her.
What is this…?! What on earth is happening, and what kind of trap is this even supposed to be…?!
“Ngh, mmph~~!! Mmmph~~♥♥”
A violent climax tore through her while even the mouth meant to cry out remained gagged. A wave of profound exhaustion flooded her trembling frame immediately afterward, yet the wooden horse showed no mercy, rocking ceaselessly to torment her further.
Clatter, clatter.
“Mmph, mmmph~~♥ Mph~♥”
Rocking back and forth, shifting side to side, and occasionally jolting up and down, the wooden horse varied its tormenting rhythm. Bound atop it, all Jena could do was be tossed about in sheer, humiliating powerlessness—an ordeal that did not end quickly, but stretched on for hours. In the process, more than a dozen successive orgasms threatened to melt her brain, paralyzing her reason and draining her body’s moisture as sweat and love juices poured forth without pause.
“A-aah, haah, ah, aaah…♥ Ah, hah, aah~♥”
Somewhere along the way, the gag clamping her mouth fell away, allowing lewd moans to spill freely from her lips. Yet she no longer cared how unsightly she seemed, nor did she even possess the awareness to want an escape. All that remained was a pitiable adventurer whose sanity had been shattered by relentless climaxes.
Creak, clank.
Just as she reached that hollow state, the contraption ground to a halt as if its program had run its course. The ropes binding her wrists loosened simultaneously, dropping her limp body onto the ground in a pitiful heap. Her life had been spared, and she was freed from the trap. Yet the lingering pleasure radiating from her thoroughly abused slit sent shivers pulsing through her entire frame, and her ruined expression could only heave ragged breaths.
“Ah, ngh, haah… Stop… no more…♥”
Squirt!
“Ahyeeek~~~~♥♥”
Unable to endure the aftershocks, she crested into yet another orgasm on her own before letting her head drop. As if waiting for this moment of absolute defeat, the waiting golems approached. Yet even as they lifted her limp body and carried her away, Jena failed to regain her senses. She was carted off without resistance, only to be laid down helplessly upon a bed inside a secluded chamber of the dungeon known as the bedroom.
“Ngh, ugh… Wh-where…?”
“Why, hello there~ Excellent work today, Miss Adventurer~”
With only half of her consciousness intact, she gradually sensed someone’s presence looming over her. Her vision was too blurred to make out his face, and with all strength drained from her limbs, she could not muster even the slightest resistance. She could only watch as he drew closer and began stroking her body, just as the golems had done.
“Haa, ah, aah~♥ St-stop… If you touch me now… ngh~♥”
“Fufu, sounds like you know exactly what happens if I touch you right now. For instance, if I slip my fingers in here…”
“Ahhn~~♥♥”
Her body jolted violently at the skilled touch invading her slit. Finding it incomparably more sensitive than the crude hands of the golems, she shuddered as he stripped off his clothes and spread her supine legs wide.
“Soaking wet from barely a caress… You really are lewd by nature, Miss Adventurer.”
“Haah, wh-what are you trying to do…?”
Through her half-lidded gaze, she saw a long, erect shaft aimed right at her cleft. The moment she realized it was the male organ attached to his body, an incomprehensible terror gripped her mind. Lacking any sexual knowledge, she had had no idea that a man’s organ could swell to such a size, nor did she understand in the slightest why it was being pointed at her private parts.
“What am I doing?”
The man answered her, making no effort to conceal his eager anticipation for the fun to come.
“Shouldn’t an adventurer who lost in a dungeon be treated to a defeat humiliation scene?”
“N-no. Stop, please stop…”
Squelch.
“Ah, hah…♥”
A youthful whimper escaped her lips the moment her entrance was pried open. As the shaft steadily parted her depths, it briefly halted as if meeting a barrier, but that pause was fleeting.
“Now then, my lady.”
Poised to pierce through, the man grinned down at her.
“Congratulations on becoming a woman with my cock.”
“St-stoppp—”
Thrust!
“Aaaah, haaaahhhhh~~~~~♥♥♥”
Having surrendered her maidenhood, Jena’s body arched convulsively.