More items for him while she is ‘open’ to new experiences

Caleb groans as he holds the additional items, pink with gleaning magical letters. Who would enchant lacy thigh high stockings, garter belt, and high heels? “Hey Jessica, I’m afraid to ask…” turning and realizing he is alone in the room. Wait, where did she go? Did she not enter the room with him? “Fuckkk…” he moans. He wasn’t overly worried for his sister, this dungeon was low level, anything she could cast a spell at she’d be fine. She certainly didn’t have it as bad as him, as he slipped on the magical items, hoping any boost would be worth it…

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‘Not another!!! Noooo!!!!’ Is what the cleric tried to moan though the large mimic tentacle down her throat. The monster had managed to swallow her whole, and inside the chest’s body her owns was quickly wrapped and, to her horror, violated. She cried for her brothers help to no avail as the monster teased, pleased, and brought the holy virgin to her first orgasm.

Through the shame of it all, feeling pleasure she had never felt before, the biggest humiliation was how much she enjoyed it. The helplessness, the primal brutality of a creature forcing itself in her not for itself, but to demean and debase her… why did the thought of it push her over into another all powerful orgasm. But strangely, after this one it spit her out on the cold cobblestone floor. Her skin was covered in a thick slime mixed with her own tears, sweat, and fluids, leaving her bound cold and alone in the room. When she finally gathered the strength to look where her assailant was, the mimic had disappeared, leaving only a black leather collar. Slowly she got on her knees and shuffled over to the magical item, and though exhausted by the numerous **** orgasms read the magic words flowing through it. ‘Collar of regeneration. Gives the user **** physical stamina and mana recovery, while recovering either the desires of the wearer will drastically increase.’

Alone and bound, the needs outweighed the risks. She bent forwar, putting her throat on the thick leather and felt it magically click. The collar was long, acting as a posture collar and preventing her from bending or turning her head. Instantly she felt energy return to her body… but also her mouth watered as her body remembered every sensation the monster caused, physically needing such powerful humiliating orgasms again. She blushed scarlet, the cleric girl trying to repress these naughty urges.

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Naamah couldn’t have asked for better. Even separated, both adventurers pushed on, dawning every item presented and furthering their decent into humiliation and depravity. While watching the holy girl’s violation was wonderful, the demon had a special love for the boys feminine torment. With no one to read the magic on the items, the dungeon lord didn’t know how long it would be till he realized their special drawback.