*click-click*

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

If the puzzle is something simple, then you’ll do something simple. You take your cart and shove it, boobs first, to the very last room in the hallway. That’s it, right? You just have to work through the hallway in reverse! You’re sure this is it. You’re so smart. However, you kind of wish it wasn’t this room.

The room seems to be themed around historical art, with many valuable vases, paintings, and sculptures on display. It’s like a miniature museum… The thought of breaking anything in this room has your heart pounding, so you decide to skip cleaning entirely. It’s all about the trash, right? She wants the trash taken out. So you’ll just find the trash can and empty it, which won’t trigger any traps because you’ve solved the puzzle.

You slowly make your way across the room to the trash can, but you overestimate how much the trash in it weighs, and knock it over with your foot by mistake.

*click-click*

Immediately, a sarcophagus near the center of the room opens up, and a tentacle wraps around your waist before pulling you into the relic. It locks up tight behind you, robbing your eyes of light and forcing you to focus on the slimy sensation of dozens of tentacles squirming against your body. You were wrong again!? How is this supposed to be easy!?

Packed tightly within, you can’t move a muscle as the appendages explore your body freely. Not the most romantic of creatures, the tentacles pull your panties aside and penetrate your quim without any foreplay at all. The sarcophagus swallows your moan, and you’re soon swallowing a tentacle, muffling any more useless noises you might try to make.

Your ass is found and drilled in short order while a couple of other tentacles wrap wide circles around your asscheeks and squeeze tight. The same treatment is given to your stocking-clad tits as the tendrils easily find their way beneath the garment. The rough squeezing and groping enough to **** more silenced moans from your body. You’re wet from head to toe, unable to determine if the fluids coating your body are from the tentacles, or just you sweating over your own helplessness. Getting stuck in a tentacle coffin is a lot scarier than the previous traps… You start to wonder, can you even escape this one? Will Grey be able to save you? Or is this the trap you get stuck in forever…?

Your pussy and asshole continue being ravaged by the tentacles, each hole having their pleasure receptors driven mad by the speed and depth of your violation. There’s no room to move, not even an inch… All of the free space is inside of you, and the tentacles are greedily claiming it for themselves. When a tentacle wraps around your neck and starts squeezing, you’re convinced that you aren’t making it out of here. What an absurd way to go…