Ongoing Story/Abort the attempt and find somewhere else to escape
From Create Your Own Story
Chapter 17: Oily Ilsa
Damn! Ilsa's huge breasts are in the way. How will you get her out of the castle? You climb back out of the sewers to take a look at the situation. Ilsa can get her legs and thighs down the sewer hole, but her shapely ass won't make it through. And even if it did, you have a feeling her tits would get stuck.
What to do, what to do...?
Your eyes light on the oil lamp, burning in a wall sconce down the hall a ways.
"Ilsa," you say, "wait here a minute". You run down the hall and grab the oil lamp, come running back, and dump the oil all over Ilsa, soaking her from her shoulders to her feet.
"You bitch!", she growls at you, and begins to walk toward you with a clenched (oily) fist.
"Wait, Ilsa!" you proclaim. "I think you'll slip through the opening this way!"
"Hmmph!" She calms down a bit, then tries to wriggle through the opening again. Her hips make it further through, and her round muscular ass looks like it will fit, with a bit of work.
Ilsa wriggles and struggles, her fine tits bouncing with the exertion. You walk over to give her a hand, and push down on her oily shoulders. Her ass slides a few inches further into the opening, then finally squeezes through. Whew. Now only the tits to go!
You rub some of the oil from Ilsa's shoulders over her tits, to make sure they are evenly coated. She seems to appreciate the attention, and barely stifles a moan as you massage her nipples.
"OK," you say gently, "down the hatch you go."
You help her squeeze her mammoth mammaries through the opening, pushing on her shoulders, sitting on the top of her head, and finally her gargantuan breasts make it through. Ilsa lands down in the sewer and looks up at you. "OK, I'm in." she grumbles, massaging her ass and tits.
What do you do now?
