She must turn back

She was naked, her defenses and tools stripped from her with her clothes. It didn't matter whether the demon or some other manner of creature was in the basement, unless it was garden variety mice she wasn't going to be successful. Whatever the cost, she'd have to climb the stairs again and find a new way.

Speed didn't work last time, nor did brute force, so Anna figured she'd try grace. She attempted to step softly onto the first few steps, with no better idea than hoping she could sneak by and catch whatever possessed the walls around her unawares.

No sooner had she made her way up the first few steps did the hands, spotting her despite her ginger stride, renew their assault.

On her last attempt, she'd been able to leverage her clothes and tools to buy space. This time, she relied on sheer force of will, her hands pawing at each dark palm as it swiped at her erogenous zones, but there were just too many, and she was already so horny, and so tired.

A set of fingers latched itself to her clit, and stroked her tantalizingly softly. She gasped, and more fatally, she hesitated, stunned by the pleasure. Two more hands latched onto her breasts in the fraction of a second that her pleasure clouded her vision. The stimulation became too much to resist, and her struggle gave way to her overwhelming stimulation. She orgasmed violently as a fourth set of fingers entered her, and a multitude of hands dragged her back against the wall, then through it.

The space inside the wall was a dimensionless black void, to say Anna swam through it would be an exaggeration, but our language lacks the correct word to describe the space and substance she now found herself in.

What our language does have the words for, however, is that Anna found all of her holes and her hands filled with interdimensional cock, lost in a sisyphean loop of endless pleasure in a land where time had no meaning.

END