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Standing there naked and sticky with cum holding a torch you can't help but be a little afraid, and a little excited as well. Looking down at yourself you decide immediately that you are hot as hell, tight sexy athletic body with long legs, perky breasts that are a handful, but not what you would call huge, a smooth hairless little tight pussy, and a sexy ass that seems to beg to be spanked. With a slap on your ass cheek to make sure you are really awake, you pad quietly on your sexy little bare feet to the door they didn't go through. The door is a heavy dark wooden door bound in iron with a old fashioned looking lock and a door latch that seems rather simple, a heavy curved bar you lift once the door is unlocked. Crouching down you look into the largeish lock and can actually see the tumblers, almost as if your vision was magnified or something. Looking around again you try to find something to pick the lock with and find nothing, till it hits you, and you look a little closer to the torches and see the the bracket on the wall has a small spool of wire where the torch sits, almost like a spring. Twisting it you manage to break off a couple of pieces that are rather stiff, about three inches long. It takes a bit of time, but using a skill you didn't really know you had, you suddenly hear a satisfying click and the door handle lifts, opening the door. “Bad ass.” You say with a laugh, and pull the door open. Sadly the sight that greets you on the other side of the door, is hardly bad ass. A pair of skeletons rise to their feet, picking up wooden shields and shining scimitars, and charge the now open door. “Oh fuck.” You say and try to push the door closed, but they are far to fast, and the door slams open sending you flailing backward. Your still slick feet slide nearly a yard before they catch and you fall backward, a hand plant and flip later and you are in a bit of a crouch, torch in front of you, as the two monsters attack.

Naked as can be and holding only a torch and a couple of tiny pieces of wire you can't help but scream as the living skeletons swipe their wicked scimitars at your flesh. Scrambling you manage to keep yourself unscathed for several seconds of frantic motion. Finally one of them dips his shield just enough that you are able to swing your torch and it smacks the creature in it's hard white skull. The impact itself isn't all that hard but it does rock it slightly, and to your surprise the flame scorches the bone. The blow seems to stop the skeleton for just a moment, but you take that moment to throw caution out the window and leap on the creature. It catches you on it's shield, but the impact drives it into the ground, the edge catching the beast on the chin, your weight just enough to sever whatever magic holds the bones together and the skull rolls across the stone. Ducking another blow from the other you slide back drawing it away from it's fallen companion, then with another burst of movement you swing the torch in a wide arc, the creature lifts it's shield blocking it's view just briefly, and your plan seems to work as rather than committing to the blow you run around and scoop up the fallen creature's scimitar, switching the torch to your left hand. Feeling like you have a better fighting chance, you set upon the beast in a flurry of sword slashes, making up for a lack of skill with speed and ferocity. The creature is easily able to deflect your ****, but you do manage to drive it back just far enough that another plan hits you, with a lunge forward you throw the scimitar at it's head, it lifts the shield deflecting the attack, but before it can counter you grab the heavy door and slam it shut, possibly with all luck, but you do catch it in the door frame and it shatters with the impact.

Chest heaving, hands on your knees, you take several minutes to catch your breath, wishing you had something to drink. Eventually you pick the better of the two scimitars and a shield and pick them up, holding the torch in the same hand as the shield, not exactly sure how smart it is, but not willing to give up light either. Stepping past the door to the room the skeletons were in you see it is a rather featureless 30' diameter circle with three matching doors roughly equal distance from each other around the room. “Well now what?”