108 Or More to Grope

A sea of hands surrounded Helena, touching her, holding her, covering her eyes, her mouth and every other inch of her body. Bodies pressed in and around her, ethereal in nature, yet, able to reach out with their hands and touch Helena. She tried to struggle against them, break free from their grasp, scream and shout, protect herself or fight back against them but they easily overwhelmed her. She felt them pulling on her clothes. Before long they were tearing them off of her. Leaving her naked and defenceless against their touch.

The hands continued to touch her. Groping her. Poking her. Prodding her. Slapping her. Caressing her. Pinching her. They explored every inch of her body. Pulling on her brown hair, kneading her barely noticeable breasts, pinching her cute little pink nipples, they grabbed her hips, slapped her ass, spread her legs and held her wrists firmly aside leaving her open to their ****. All the while they moaned around her, like a lustful horde.

Helena gasped into the hand across her mouth as she felt multiple fingers prod at her pussy. She was dripping after all these hands toying with her. Not to mention the feelings of helplessness and embarrassment that only made her more horny and ready for them. She felt multiple different hands toying with her. They spread her lower lips, slapped her thighs, pinched and pulled against her throbbing clit and even penetrated her.

Helena whimpered as she was taken, she had no idea how many fingers were trying to be jammed into her but two found the mark and sunk in deep to her weeping cunt. She arched her back and cried out. The hand upon her mouth slipped fingers in between her lips and she felt them push to her throat making her gag and splutter.

The fingers in her pussy soon set to work. They pulled out before plunging back in. Roughly they finger blasted her while the ones in her mouth mimicked the action. The other hands never stopped touching and playing with her body. She felt the slaps, pinches, caresses and gropes all over. It was an orgy of pleasure and pain with Helena at the centre of it all.

It did not take long for them to **** Helena to endure an orgasm. Her whole body shook as her pussy clamped down around the fingers inside of her and her teeth dug into the ones in her mouth. Her own cries of pleasure were muffled as she screamed into those digits. But over the moans and her own cries she heard a voice.

"108 sinful souls of lustfulled mania sealed away within this keystone. Never to be touched again it was. Broken have you the seal placed upon it. This hex you will bear as their new warden. So be it, human woman."

Helena awoke with a groan. Still reeling from what she knew now was a dream, she took a moment to come to full awareness. She was in a dimly lit, dank room. Cold concrete against her back, staring up at a broken ceiling above that looked like the whole room atop this one had collapsed inwards. She must have fallen through the floor somehow.

She took a moment to check herself over. Nothing hurt. No broken bones. Though she realised her front was cold and her lower half… wet. To her horror she looked down and saw that not only was her shirt seemingly burned away to reveal her naked front but her skirt was in tatters. Had that happened from what she presumed was some sort of explosion? She remembered the light and a burning sensation, though that felt more pleasurable than painful and she was not injured, along with the moans and then… the dream.

Which, much to her utter shame, she released had left a mark upon her. More specifically, her panties and thighs were soaked. At first she thought she had had an accident but this was somehow more humiliating as she realised she had had a nocturnal emission from that stupid dream. The words she heard at the end there still lingered in her mind…

Helena glanced around and saw that beyond herself there were other things scattered around the room. Broken pieces of wood, shattered furniture, her own phone with a crack in the screen that was illuminating the room and the shattered remains of that strange stone. She picked up her phone and noticed that Rotom was no longer possessing it. Helena shone her phone light around the room. "Rotom! Are you here?" Helena called out but there was no answer. She turned the light towards the broken stone. What had the dream called it? A keystone… odd name.

It was split down the crack into two perfectly broken halves. No longer did pink-purple light spill out from it. She put the light back on herself and checked her body over again. She noticed something else upon herself. Upon her lower abdomen, right above her tattered skirt was a marking in the shape of the crack and dots upon the stone. At first, she thought it was a scar or burn mark but realised it was pink in colour like a tattoo. How the hell had that gotten onto her?

There was a groan from above her and dust fell in the air. Time to get the fuck out of here before more of this house collapsed down onto her. Helena pulled herself up and fastened the jacket around herself. She felt exposed as the jacket barely fit around her naked torso. Not to mention her skirt showed off her panties which were clearly soaked. Luckily, no one was here to see that. She pocketed the remains of the stone before hurrying out of the room through a nearby door. She was also missing her bag.

She walked into a stone hallway that looked like it was straight out of a mediaeval dungeon. She assumed she had only fallen a floor down but it could well be more than that. There were no windows or any other indication of the outside world. She could be countless floors down underground. Right, Helena thought as she got a handle on herself, find Rotom, her bag, preferably some new clothes and get the hell out of here. How hard could that be? She continued down the hall searching for her missing pokemon.