Reach inside, one by one

The simplest option was to lean up, and reach inside.

So she did, sticking her hand in the pot furthest to the left, and feeling around.

Empty.

Moving to the next one, she did the same.

Empty.

Again.

Empty.

Once again.

Kasha winced as she felt something pinch her.

Pulling her hand out quickly, she realized there had been something inside the pot.

No, a set of spider-like legs rose from the opening and let the pot stand up, revealing it to be a mimic.

Instinctively, Kasha reached to grab a knife in each hand.

But only one hand was able to do so.

Glancing down, Kasha was horrified to realize that her right hand had been turned to stone, and that the skin around it was quickly becoming petrified as well.

This momentary distraction allowed the creature to spring forward, and Kasha felt a sharp pinch on one of her breasts.

She tried to slash at the mimic, but it retreated too quickly.

Her petrified arm was heavy, forcing Kasha to lean to one side, and expanding ripple of stone on her torso made it hard for her to move properly.

With a flick of her wrist, Kasha tossed another knife at the mimic, but it evaded.

Reaching for yet another knife with her still-working hand, Kasha managed to get off another attack. Yet this one missed as well.

By the time Kasha reached up for another time, she realized her the shoulder on her previously fine arm had stiffened and grown cold.

Before Kasha could do anything else, the wave of petrified skin reached her pelvis, and then her cunt. And as it hardened, Kasha was hit by a tidal wave of pleasure that **** her to her knees.

Her fingers ignored her knives and went to her shorts, pulling them apart to finger her pussy. A deft stroke of her stiff clit **** a moan out of Kasha. Somehow, she could still feel her pussy even after it had been turned to stone.

As her body hardened, she helplessly masturbated, thoughts of resistance buried under lust.

Soon enough, every inch of Kasha’s body was stone, and she could no longer touch herself.

But part of her was still inside her mind, aware but unseeing, with a heat in her loins she could not address.

That was when the mimic began its work. Although Kasha could not feel it, the mimic used its legs to tear off all her clothing. Then, it stuck the opening of the pot up to her pussy. A slim, spider-like creature climbed out, and began to press into Kasha’s petrified pussy.

Somehow, the stone parted like wet clay at the creature’s touch, and Kasha could feel nothing but pleasure as delicate legs played with her pussy. And then, the creature began to **** itself inside, climbing into the elf’s hole like a cock.

Were she able to speak, or make any noise, Kasha would be panting and begging for more.

Instead, she was trapped inside her own head, feeling as if her hungry pussy was being filled and rubbed.

Even as her just built and built, there was no edge, no climax.

The mimic crawled all the way up into her now petrified womb, and the pleasure Kasha felt began to fade.

That was when her stone limbs began to move, resuming her masturbation as if she had once again become flesh.

But she was still a statue, one now puppeted by a spidery mimic. Alone in that room, she rode the high of the brink of orgasm, never able to reach it.

The endless sea of pleasure drowned the personality locked in her head, ensuring all that was left was a lust-drunk husk.

The mimic would continue this until another intruder came through, one who would be at risk of becoming another mindbroken statue on display in this mansion, just as Kasha was.

BAD END