A Trap!

As Yvette took the lead with her light spell, Meghan was following close behind. Neither girl could naturally see in the dark. Suddenly a formless shape darted out from the wall from the left of Meghan. With her quick reflexes she instinctively darted away from it, hugging the opposite wall. Thinking she just dodged the trap she let out a soft sigh of relief. Until her right hand got sucked into the wall she was at! Meghan yelped and felt her whole arm being pulled into the wall up to her shoulder.

Yvette turned around and saw her sisters predicament. "Meghan! What happened?!" She exclaimed. "I don't know! A trap i think!" Meghan felt the inside of the wall was warm and fleshy. She felt a tingling sensation around her right hand and a growing wetness at her armpit. "It feels like this thing is alive or something... I don't like it! Please pull me out!" Yvette held on to her sister's other arm and the two tried to pull her free.

However hard they pulled though, the wall seemed to pull Meghan back in with greater ****. The tingling in Meghan's hand intensified and a rough tongue appeared at the 'mouth' of the hole where her shoulder was. The girl looked at it puzzlingly until it started licking and slurping at her armpit. Meghan involuntarily burst out laughing at the tickling attack and her knees started buckling from the sensation. Yvette tried to help her sister stand up unable to really do anything as the tongue was made of a tough leathery material impervious to damage.

Meghan could focus on nothing but the rough tickling tongue as it seemed eager to explore her entire arm and sensitive armpit, leaving slightly burning saliva in its wake as it went. The poor rogue girl's eyes watered and her jaw hurt from the involuntary laughing. Her armpit was on fire now as the tongue started extending from the hole in the wall trying to get in between the seams of her leather cuirass. Eventually breaking past and searching around under the 'protective' equipment. The innocent girl could not believe what she felt as the tongue discovered her little nipples and coated them with their nasty goop. Meghan started to feel a little wetness between her legs as the **** continued, and her free hand would have wandered down were it not for her sister that held her up trying to give her moral support.

This torturous trap continued it's **** for about an hour until it finally released the poor girl's arm. Meghan collapsed to the ground, panting and sweating from the cruel tickling and groping. "That was crazy..." Yvette said to her sister. "Look what it did to your hand! Around Meghan's hand was a fleshy glove, that ended just before her wrist and had tiny little fleshy protuberances at her fingertips. "What the fuck?!" Meghan inspected her newly coated hand. It didn't hurt... in fact she didn't feel the glove at all. "It doesn't wanna come off!" Yvette said, trying to peel the thing from her sister's hand. "Ow! Ow! Please stop!" Meghan said to Yvette. "It burns my skin when you pull at it like that!" "Looks like you'll be stuck with it for a while then..." Yvette replied. "Maybe we can get it off with some alchemy. I've always wanted to try that!" "Let's focus on the task at hand before we start experimenting on me." Meghan said to her strangely enthusiastic sister.