Succubus Magic Tower: The Breast Trap Agony
Succubus Magic Tower, 1st floor. It's been a while since I've seen goblins. Unlike its name suggesting a towering structure, the Succubus Magic Tower extends underground after the first floor.
According to Gloria, every kind of magic tower has a core—something like the heart of the tower. Destroy that, and you've conquered it. Breaking it doesn't instantly kill everything inside; it just severs the connection to hell, stripping away the tower's power and its self-regeneration.
"........ It's a bit chilly."
The moment I step onto the first floor, a frigid air hits me, as if cut off from the outside world. None of the dry, scorching desert heat lingers here—just a chilling, ominous vibe thick in the atmosphere.
I scan the surroundings, probing for any signs of life, but nothing. I'd braced for aphrodisiac gas or tentacle traps right from the start, so this feels a little disappointing.
I press on down a corridor thick with traces of fierce magic. A mace hangs at my waist, while rings on my fingers—one for smooth mana control, the other boosting my physical abilities—gleam softly. Artifacts from Gloria. She said even a dying magic tower like this should be manageable. We'll see about that.
The Succubus Magic Tower has a grotesque layout, like a finished building disassembled and haphazardly reassembled. Parts of it shift randomly in position and structure. Entrance numbers unknown, passage types unknown, traps unknown. Hesitating won't help a damn thing.
As I stride forward without pause, a sudden click echoes from the floor tile under my foot.
Clank! Machinery whirs to life, and a glint flashes from the shadows ahead.
"Whoa?!"
I twist away on instinct, and three arrows whistle past, embedding in the wall with a thunk-thunk-thunk! Around the corner where they came from, a horde of goblins emerges, grinning hideously. They're eyeing my voluptuous curves, licking their chops. Behind them looms a hobgoblin clutching a butcher's cleaver—big as an orc. If that thing grabs me, it's obvious what happens: slowly dismantled like livestock, limbs, guts, skin, head, everything.
"........"
Just imagining it soaks my pussy. And purely out of curiosity—could I survive even if they lop off my head and roast me for dinner? Of course, once they realize my limbs regenerate, they'd probably keep me as an endless food supply.
Maybe just a quick taste. I've got magic and martial arts under my belt. Limbs grow back fast anyway.
"........"
The goblins shriek and charge. One swings its axe at my arm—probably planning to capture, fuck, cook, and eat me. It stirs memories of my early days in this world. I had some pride back then. But goblins? I've done that ride already. Hell awaits them first.
"Fine. I'll hold back this time."
No choice. I step back, dodging the attack, and chant the traditional holy spell the princess taught me: Holy Lightning.
Flash!BOOM!!
The charging goblin and the rest in the hall crumple like crispy fried meat. The ones spared by the bolt scream and flee.
"...This strong?!"
Stunned by the sheer power, I trample the goblin corpses and push ahead. They say the first floor is relatively small. Shouldn't take long to find the exit.
And sure enough, less than ten minutes later, I spot the entrance to the basement. But I tilt my head, puzzled. It's sealed tight. No key in sight, and even magic won't budge it. Lightning? Nothing. Shockwaves? Untouched. Punching it just thuds dully.
Maybe there's more to it. I glance around and notice a pink wall beside it, pocked with two watermelon-sized holes.
"..........Huh?"
What to call them—holes? More like craters. Like the kind you'd dig in sand to prop up massive tits at the beach. Perfect shape for breasts.
Do I... shove my tits in?
I stare for a long moment. Air whispers from inside, so definitely some mechanism.
"....Feels dangerous."
I let out a sigh laced with hidden excitement and approach the pink wall. Can't do it with clothes on, so I strip off my top and press my breasts into the deep sockets.
Suddenly, a ferocious suction grips me.
"Oh... Ooh...?"
Like a vacuum sucking my tits right into the wall. I pull hard, but they won't budge.
"....Wait♡ My milk...♡ It's gonna come out♡"
A pleasant vacuum tug, yanking at the milk ducts inside. Haven't been long since birth, so my breasts are still lactating. Eyes closed, lost in the sensation—then something cold and needle-like pricks my nipples.
I flinch, peering in, but my huge tits block the view. Injecting me with a syringe or something? Anxiety spikes. I hate surprises. Sex and violence are fine, but predictable ones feel safer. Forcing them out might rip them off, and then how do I open the door?
Deep breaths. No choice. This dungeon demands sacrifice to proceed.
"Guh?! Grraaahhh!!"
The cold needle prods my nipple, then plunges deep into my breast, piercing fat layers straight to my ribs.
"Ha♡ Hah! Haaah!"
Not as brutal as losing an arm, but this pinpoint agony never gets easier. Both needles chill sharply inside my tits.
"N-no, it's not cold... GRRAAAAAHHH?!"
Not cold—scalding hot, tricking my senses. My milk ducts and fat melt from within. Legs buckle, but the suction holds me pinned, tits trapped as I flail.
"Grk, grraaahhh♡♡"
This hurts. Thorn-vines sprout from the needles, barbed tendrils shredding my internals. Not like pounding in a mortar—more like popping a balloon from inside. Pain flares vividly.
Forcing my posture straight, hot fluid gushes from the thorns.
"GRRAAAH♡ Th-this, this issss♡ A-A APHRODISIAC♡"
Gloria warned me: it'd pump in all kinds of drugs no woman could resist. Nailed it. To open the door, I had to take the hit. Agony everywhere—dozens of thorns injecting aphrodisiac. Nipples erect to bursting, breasts and areolae hypersensitive to torture. Even squeezing feels like being carved by knives.
Squelch-squelch. More drug floods from the needles. Body elsewhere unchanged, but nipples throb erect, swelling like mushrooms. Tits balloon bigger, a size up at least.
"Grk, grraaahhh!!! Hold on♡ I held ooout♡"
If it'd just bound me inescapably, fine. Hands braced on the wall, ass thrust out, enduring—then whispers from behind.
More goblins? I twist to cast, but the pull on my tits derails the chant. They rush in, looping thick rope around my neck.
"Ghk, kek?!"
Wait♡♡ Wait♡♡ They lost buddies to my lightning, furious now. No mercy, yanking the noose tight. Strangling's okay—right at the sweet spot. But it drags my tits too.
I'm dyingggg♡♡♡ Shock from the pain♡♡♡ Tits stretch grotesquely, veins pulsing pink between them.
"GRRAAAHHH!!! GRRROOOOHHH!!!!! W-WAIT♡♡ J-just a sec♡♡ It huuuurts so baaad♡♡"
But I know goblins best—no mercy. Two more grab my legs, hobgoblin clubs my head.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"Kgh! Grk! Urghhh!!"
Scalp splits with each blow, blood gushing. But even this pales against my tits' torment. Hanging goblins shred my clothes, finger-fuck my ass and pussy mercilessly. Strangled, bludgeoned, violated below—tits like ground by hot blades.
"Kreeek!! GRRROOOOOHHHH!!!!!!"
Want to kill them, but pain and interference leave me helpless. Tits tearing. Hurts. Hurts. Hurts. Hurts. Hurts♡♡♡ Teeth grinding to shards, seconds drag. Suction releases.
I topple back, staring at... 'T-Tentacles?!'
Starfish-like suckers cling to my tits—the source of the thorns and drugs.
Ass hitting floor, I gaze up. Ten goblins glare down, eyes bloodshot.
Chill runs my spine. I raise a hand, pleading.
"W-wait, just a sec, hold o— GRRAAAAAHHHH!!"
They ignore, noose tightening again. Strongest yanks my neck; others batter face and tits with clubs. The two on my feet ram bizarre dildos into ass and pussy. No chant possible. Writhing on the floor, clawing the rope, legs kicking like a dying bug.
Pussy hurts, tits hurt, head hurts—but tits worst.
"Kgh?! KAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!! Oooh♡♡ Ooooh♡♡ Kghk♡ Kek♡ Grk, grraaaaoooh!! Oooh♡♡ grraaah♡♡"
They beat me senseless, but I won't pass out. Body twists like a worm with every hit. Finally sated—or exhausted—they turn away. I lie gasping on the cold stone.
"Kgh..... grk..... ha, haah♡♡ Oo, oooh♡ Ooooh...♡♡"
Masochist bitch Alisa. Succubus Magic Tower ground floor cleared.