In a dark room and on a very scary bed.

You let out a soft groan as you slowly open your eyes. “Unn…w-where…where am I,” you **** out in a tired, muted voice. Your head seems to spin, and your surroundings are muted in a bright blur. You try to sit up, but your body feels like it’s being weighed down. Thankfully this sensation appears to be dissipating. As you wait for your vision to return, you feel something abnormally soft pressing up against your back, creasing your smooth skin.

Once your vision returns, you find yourself lying on a large king-sized bed with four large bedposts and a blood-red, sheer hanging curtain. Beyond the hanging curtains, you can see the faint glow of flickering candles, the only light sores in this dark bedroom.

You once again try to rise from the bed, with a bit more success than last time, moving into a sitting position. It is then that you noticed the cool breeze brushing over your skin. Looking down, you blush hard at the sight of your fair nude skin and your D-cup breasts. The soft sensation you felt earlier must have been the bed’s dark red sheers creasing your toned body.

You quickly cover your mounds by crossing your arms over your chest and dart your eyes around the room in search of your clothes. As you dart your head around, you suddenly notice the soft rattle of a chain. Gulping your slowly reach towards your neck and lightly caress your fingers over a small leather collar and a tiny padlock.

As you looked around to bed to see if you can find a way to unchain yourself, you start to notice your surroundings' deals. First, there was the bedpost, which was wooden sculptures of beautiful nude women with spaded tails. They were standing in overly sexualized poses, running their hands over their smooth wooden curves, and were looking down at you with hungry eyes. Behind a pair of parted curtness, the head of the bed was a mural of demon women running their hands, tails, and tongues over the bodies of lovely nude women. Finally, above you was a detailed painting of a woman blindfolded and chained, being toyed with by at least four succubi.

Your heart began to race under your bare chest, and your nude form flushed a deep pink. Turning to the chain, you grabbed it with both hands and gave it a few swift tugs. It became more and more thoughtful with each tug until finally tensing up in the jaws of a large wooden demon head. In a panic, you tugged on it harder, desperately trying to break the chain from the demon’s greedy jaws, but despite how hard you pulled, the chain wouldn’t’ budge.

You were about to give it one last tug when you suddenly heard a light giggle. You quickly turned and looked for the laughter's sores, but all you could see was the blood-red curtains and the demon statues. With your heart pounding under your chest and your breaths becoming shallower, you turned back to the chain and tried to tug it out once more. That’s when you noticed something odd.

You looked back at one of the wooden statues. You could have sworn that it was in a different position just a moment ago. Its right hand should have been over its right breast while the left should have been running down its thigh. Now the right was rubbing her inner thigh while the left was pinching it’s left nipple.

Confused, you turned back towards the chain and prepared to give it another tug when you sensed movement out of the corner of your eye. On a reflex, you turned back to the statue and let out a sharp gasp. The statue had changed, and this time it was looking directly into your eyes with its long tongue hanging out, and it’s two middle fingers sliding down the length.

Shivering, you looked around at the other bedpost and found that they had also moved at some point or another, that and they were keeping their lustful eyes on you. “W-what’s going on?” you said with a stutter. A soft and seductive voice answered you.

“I recused you,” the voice purred.

With wide eyes, you slowly turned your gaze to the source of the voice.