Follow the line of handkerchiefs to their source
From Create Your Own Story
In your mind, you write up a new inkling: pursue handkerchiefs to their termination. Where this is remains anonymous and you doubt you could place one clear point. The flux of muscular tissue has so profoundly challenged you that in any case you may not find it in your capacity to scribe many further inklings. Considering it is immensely caliginous in here: you rely on sensitivity to locate entry-points and have direction cascade to you. You find up, in this case it owes its respect to a stiff and taut line of abrasive handkerchiefs that are very lenient and are rubbing intensely against your chest; you pursue these upwards.
It is an odd ond offset ascent; truly you don't seem to have any footing other than the suction of the vaginal walls. Through their pressure, which is making you quite inert with numbness, you also find windows of opportunity to squirm, shift, and writhe up this thin spool. Innumerable juices of all luculent and ripe sorts flood rubs across every conceivable orifice as you do this; your legs quiver as your penis is sapped of energy by the numerous and cascading juices of the sanguine flesh.
Up here: it is not so sizable. It is rather terribly tight and thin, almost as if plugging your head into an attic. You pass through the valves and sense them close around your head with a certain captivity about them. You feel around; a spherical orb which squirms and has a rubbery feel when touched is where the handkerchiefs terminate.
Do you:
- Try and remove the kerchiefs from the object
- Go back down to a lower level of the conception organ
- Pull your whole body into this section of conception
- Try and pull out the rubbery spherical orb
| Status | ||
| Health | Horny | Location: |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 2 | |
