Inspect the closest statue

Lucy walked over to the closest statue a woman in a crop trop and trousers.

“Help me” Came a woman’s voice.

That definitely came from the red statue in front of her.

“Hold on I will get you out of there” Lucy said.

She put her hand against the red leg of the woman, it was warm and a bit...Sticky?

Lucy pulled her hand away from it. Taking a few steps back. What was that stuff?

A small blob was stuck to her finger tip.

The blob started to expand soon it cover the whole of her hand and was quickly moving up her arm. She panicked using her other hand to try and pull of this substance. This only made matters worst as it now began to engulf her other hand and arm.

What was happening the substance felt warm and relaxing as it made its way onto her chest working it way down to her torso and waist. The warm sensation reached her crouch and the sensation of arousal took over. WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS STUFF.

Lucy’s head became foggy as the substance wriggled its way up her neck and onto her face, she opened her mouth and moaned this felt good. The warm sticky liquid trickled down her throat. Her body was fully covered now and the liquid had began to harden. Lucy wants to touch herself so badly she moved her hands towards her pussy. The liquid hardened before she could make it. She was trapped on the edge of pleasure, aroused but unable to pleasure herself. Her hands were forever reaching down towards her crotch.

Lucy was stuck here unable to move, to talk she could see in front of her and in her but little else. She still could feel the arousal that the liquid gave her it pulsated around her pussy as she waited for the next contestant to enter the room.

She soon lost track of time the pure ecstasy of lust she was feeling clouded her mind. How long had she been there? She did not know; she did not care. As long as she felt this good, she did not care about anything else. Not even the girl that had just touch her arm in a effort to help her.