Laundry Room (Defeat)

The officers determined the best course of action would be to clear each room as they encountered them. That left the nearby Laundry Room as their next target.

From the outside, the Laundry Room seemed rather unassuming. A few chutes lead down from the Master Bedroom, the Guest Room, and Children's Room. A secret stairway led to the Lounge, but held no obvious or easily traversed connections. Little did the officers know, the laundry room plays host to a wide variety of traps, and hazards. These problems only multiply with the understanding that The Manor's Maidstaff frequently patrol the room, and will attack any intruders on sight.

Traps and Hazards:

• Strip soap: Many of the cabinets and containers in the Laundry Room will dispense a jet of foamy detergent on any unwary contestant. Once hit, contestants will be instructed to remove any affected clothing, or suffer consequences. If already nude, the contestants will find the suds both irritating and arousing, thanks to a unique cocktail of aphrodisiacs other chemical additives.
• Change chutes: Arriving to the Laundry Room via any of the chutes, will result in the contestants being stripped of their current clothing, and placed in a new uniform. The location and previous state of undress will influence the exact properties of the changed attire.
• Hung out to dry: It may be tempting to remove the sheets pinned to the various clothes lines strung about the Laundry Room. However, the sheets hide a nasty surprise, and will actively try to bind and blind any contestants who tamper with them.
• Stuck in the wash: It's surprising how the lure of shiny objects or flashing lights can disarm a person's common sense. Yeah, sure, shove your head into a confined space like a washing machine or dryer in a Manor full of traps. Surely nothing will go wrong.
• Maid for service: The Manor's head maid will periodically patrol the area. While she may not notice a well hidden contestant, and isn't entirely motivated to hunt down intruders if they escape her vision for more than a few moments, she is not to be underestimated. The head maid will absolutely overpower intruders, strip them, and **** them into her legion of subordinates. Not only will this likely end the contestants run, but her victims will be **** to serve the Manor until the official end of the contest.

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Officers Maria Garcia and Lilliana Munoz, feeling confident after breezing through the Garage have found their way into the Laundry Room. From a tactical standpoint, these fine policewomen have been trained to clear each room in sequence. They're just following their training. From a gameplay perspective, the choice is a bit odd. These women are supposed to be hunting down and activating well guarded idols. With but a glance, it would be quite obvious no such idol lies in wait amongst the sheets and soap. Well, we don't tell the contestants what to do around here... until they trigger a trap. Let's just see how this plays out...

Officer Munoz quickly crossed the doorway and checked the corner as Maria held anchor control over the opposite side. With a nod, the women executed a well practiced motion, crossing the threshold and pressing back to back. Officer Garcia felt a little silly, trying to tactically clear a room with weapons. Lilliana hosted a little spark of joy. The little girl in her kinda felt like a badass, even if she were mostly playing pretend at the moment. Both officers were immediately disappointed by the layout of the room. Rows of dryers, most of them noisily running, lined the walls. Three aisles delineated by washing machines appeared to run the length of the room. Vision of the back wall was completely obscured by bedsheets hanging from haphazard clotheslines. The damnable strings ran zig-zag over and under one another, askew at every angle, tilting high to low, some taught, some drooping. This would be an absolute mess...

"How do you wanna handle this?" Lilliana asked her superior. "Slow" Maria replied, not entirely sure herself. With three rows, they'd have to run through one twice. She also wasn't a fan of her line of site effectively being reduced to zero once they entered the jungle of sheets. While she paused to consider her plan more thoroughly, she turned her attention to the cabinets on either side of the door behind the officers. She didn't necessarily expect any danger in them, but was possible that they might hold a clue or key to a puzzle, like the car in the garage. "Let's get these open first." The elder Latina ordered, nodding her head towards the wooden cabinets.

Lilliana's cabinet opened easily, and to some relief, it held no surprises. Maria's held fast. She could pull harder, it didn't feel _that _stuck... but her gut told her that was a bad idea. "Need a hand?" Lilliana teased, gently bumping Mariana out of the way. "Officer Munoz..." Maria attempted to scold her partner with her tone and addressing her more formally. However, be she could fully reprimand her subordinate, the cabinet was violently wrenched open. "Piece of ... AAAAHH!" A geyser of foam drenched both women, soaking their uniforms from head to toe in a foul foamy substance.

"Congratulations! You've triggered a "Strip Soap" trap! According to the rules of The Manor, the both of you will need to remove any clothing touched by the foam. You have two minutes to comply before penalties are administered!" An altogether too cheery voice chimed over a hidden intercom system, informing the women of the consequences of their actions. If looks could kill, Maria's glare would've sent Lilliana straight to the gates of hell. The younger officer sheepishly bowed her head and apologized. "Tick tock ladies, I'd get a move on if I were you..." The intercom chimed to life once more. A crimson flush rushed over the cheeks of both officers. A mix of frustration and humiliation as they fought through the foam to undo their buttons, slack their belts, and remove their shoes. The women sent a mix of confused, angry, and hurt glances at one another. Maria was pissed that her junior officer triggered the trap. Officer Munoz was felt it was Maria's fault for not being able to open the cabinet on her own, her superior should've been the only one covered in this crap. Both longed for a little reassurance from the other before stripping off their shirts and exposing their bras. It wasn't like they hadn't seen each other naked before, but this was the wrong place for something like that. The humiliation only burned hotter in their cheeks as their hands slid under the waistbands of their trousers and exposed their panties to each other, and the audience at home.

They were both very well proportioned women. Though short of stature, they sported divine curves. Lilliana was the bustier of the two as well as sporting slightly wider hips, leading to a more plush posterior, and thicker thighs. Now a light pink sports bra and matching thong were all that protected her dignity. The bra did a marvelous job of holding her well endowed chest in check, though the material was a little too thin to fully shelter her nipples. Their faint outlines were scantly noticeable at a distance, but a careful eye could observe them at arm's length. Unlike her bra, Officer Munoz's thong failed rather splendidly at it's presumed task of containing her extraordinary hips and buttocks. The thin waistband dug into the Latina's skin leaving small bulges on her hip above and below the fabric. The petit garment disappeared entirely in the voluptuous curves of her backside. If she put a hand over the thin string on her waist, one might presume she'd been rendered fully nude. At the front, barely enough cloth accumulated to hide her womanhood. Clearly, the junior policewoman waxed regularly to keep her lady bits clean and "ready for duty". The woman's panties hugged her curves so tightly the bottom of the crotch cut in slightly, exposing the bottom of her labia and presenting a rather darling camel toe. She didn't appear aroused yet, but one could imagine it wouldn't be hard to see for oneself when she was.

Maria's ruby-red blush, partially born of humiliation, mostly born of frustration, crept all down her lovely chest. Her brassy bronze skin, now darkened with a reddish hue, stood out phenomenally from her lacy yellow lingerie. Her bra sported shiny pale yellow cups, decorated with lace sporting elaborate floral patterns. The hint of her areolas hid in the soft embrace of her lace. A cute little pink bow sat at the connection betwixt the two cups. Maria's chest was bountiful, but visibly lesser than her partner's. The bra pushed her breasts up and together wonderfully to give the older Latina impressive cleavage. Her torso was more toned and tight than her partner's. Hints of her abdominals snuck through tricks of the light to celebrate her elite physical condition. More pale yellow satin and lace surrounded her hips in the guise of tanga cut panties. For being such a modest woman, her choice in underwear was rather bold. The satin gave the illusion of much less coverage, a daring cut that would sure show more than even her partner's thong, were it not for a sea of lace spanning the occasional swirls of yellow satin. Stray curls of dark hair kept trimmed pressed through the lace here and there, perhaps further hiding her cloister from prying eyes. While not quite as voluminous as her partner's her buttocks were finely toned and beautifully muscled. Thanks to her moderate exertion thus far, the panties clung very snuggly to her curves, considerably reducing their ability to provide coverage. An elaborate window in the fabric, filled with a messy crisscross lacing of white ribbon topped the back of her underwear, sat enticing any who might see it peeking out of the waistline of her pants at the small of her back when off duty. Sheer pantyhose with lace tops ran from the middle of her thigh to the tips of her toes. The Latinas now looked more like centerfolds than enforcers of authority.

"My my... just who do we have here. We weren't expecting any guests today..." An unsettling woman's voice caught the officer's ears before they could fully appreciate exactly what they'd lost. A tall woman of fair skin and jet black hair filled the doorway. An elaborate French maid's uniform, spilling over with accoutrements and elaborate decorations, may have added to the effect, but there was no denying, this woman would be a problem. She towered over Lilliana and Maria, their heads barely reaching the bottom of her breasts. The damn woman had to duck and turn sideways to get through the door. "What will my master do with you I wonder?" Something in the woman's words was frightening. Her voice was husky and warm, sweetly maternal, but somehow menacing. Both officers decided they needed to escape, though their instincts disagreed on the proper course. Lilliana dashed off to the right, Maria, to the left. A devious grin crossed the Maid's face. Some days, she loved this job.

As Lilliana tore through the myriad sheets dangling across her path, she noticed something strange. The fabric seemed possessed, wildly flailing about after she pushed it aside or violently wrapping itself around her limbs or its clothesline. She was **** to stop and strain against the demented bedsheets when one successfully managed to entangle her wrist, jerking her backwards after she passed. "Es obra del diablo" she cursed under her breath as she wrenched on the offending fabric. "Hmmm-Hmmm-Hmmmm" Melodious humming cut through the hum of the driers, and chaos of Lilliana's struggle. That monster of a maid was getting closer, and she wanted her little Latina plaything to know it.

The junior officer doubled her efforts as she twisted and pulled against the ensnaring cloth. In her frustration, she flung her free arm behind her in a mindless attempt to find leverage to aid her. In an instant, her free arm was no longer free. In her foolishness, Lilliana struck another sheet, and wound up with both arms helplessly restrained. *Clack**Clack**Clack* "Hmmm-Hmmm-Hmmm" Fuck. That monster was getting closer. Lilliana thrashed and struggled with all her might. Her body bounced beautifully in the strain. Her bra strained to contain the wild motion of her chest. Her hips twisted and thrust wildly, bringing her luscious curves along for the ride. Her panties failed in their duty to preserve her modesty and her supple buttocks gyrated and shook enticingly. "Oooh, what a beautiful dance, little fly..." The husky voice of the maid filled Lilliana's ears like warm honey.

The woman's dark dress emerged from a curtain of fabric behind the officer. She approached and gently stroked the restrained Latina's face. Lilliana recoiled from the contact, and began shouting a string of obscenities. Half in English, half in Spanish, all dripping with vitriol and desperation. "Ah ah ah... that's no way to talk to your mistress." The Maid's voice stayed low and sickeningly sweet, but her malice swelled. *SMACK*. The raven-haired maid unleashed a devastating slap across her captive's face. The blow left Lilliana's ears ringing. She got the message. The Latina bit her tongue and waited for the maid's next move. The fair skinned woman's hands grasped at her skirt, and proceeded to hike it up until she could take the hem in her palms. Then she slid her hands beneath her petticoats, being sure to leave plenty of fabric in front of her crotch to preserve her modesty. In a practiced motion, the Maid slid her underwear down to her knees, then crouched and slid them further to her ankles. She stepped out of the garment, the waistband still in her hands. She brought them up to her nose and breathed in deeply. "...mmmm... you're going to thank me for this..." The raven-haired maid's eyes rolled back for a moment as she took another deep inhalation of the fabric in her hands. Then she held them out for Lilliana to see. Black lace, with a very traditional cut. A thin band of elastic down the center of the seat encouraged the fabric to dutifully outline the full shape of her derriere. The bound officer could smell the maid's musk, even with the panties still at arm's length. She trashed and fought it, but she sound found the underwear pressed firmly against her nose. It was so much more intense up close. The warmth of the other woman's sex still lingered on the fabric and seeped into the Latina's skin.

A firm hand **** Lilliana's jaw open and held her face still even as the rest of her body thrashed in defiance. The entirety of the other woman's undergarment was pushed past her lips, and filled her mouth. The maid nonchalantly grasped a nearby bolt of fabric from a clothesline. The cloth behaved itself, and offered no resistance to the maid's touch. The moment it touched Lilliana's still open lips, however, it sprang to life, wrapping about her head to seal in the lace underwear. The maid grasped another bolt of cloth, then another. The strips of fabric seemed to spring to life as they entombed the Latina's jaw. Fantastic. Down to her underwear, bound by the arms, and impossibly gagged with another woman's panties. Officer Munoz was beginning to think this would be a long day.

Maria ran through the fabric barricade as fast as she could. The writhing fabric twisted and turned as it tried to ensnare the fleeing officer. "Hmmm-hmmm-hmmm" The haunting hum of the monstrous maid stoked the fear in the breathless Latina. *Crash*, blinded by a flailing sheet, the officer slammed her knee into an open washer door, and tumbled to the floor. It stung, but there was no serious harm. The incident gave the cop a second to gather herself and come up with a plan. Running through the sheets was obviously dangerous. Staying in the open wasn't an option either. The haunting humming seemed to come from every direction at once... no way to track the terrifying woman over the commotion of the rest of the room. Officer Garcia rubber her knee as she glared at the now closed, and dented, appliance door that tripped her. An idea came to mind. She could hide. As long as she survived, there was a chance she could save her partner. Surely that maid wouldn't be wandering around this particular room forever. Maria started ripping open washing machine doors as she crawled under the insidious sheets to avoid disturbing them. It was quite the sight to watch a beautiful Latina crawling on all fours in risqué lingerie. In all the commotion, her panties slid higher and higher, defining and accentuating her curves. Now she might as well be wearing a thong, her prodigious hind quarters entirely enveloping the cloth on her cheeks, leaving nothing but a tiny yellow satin window over her womanhood to preserve her modesty as she sashayed her hips side to side.

Officer Garcia was clever enough not rip open every door. After all, the one closed machine would draw far too much attention. She just needed to delay her foe, and frustrate her enough to give up and leave. Then Maria could go save Lilliana, and they could finish this stupid game. Once her knees grew sore from crawling about, the cop turned around and crawled back from whence she came, just far enough that she was no longer obviously in the area where she stopped opening doors. As she passed by one of the washers, something caught her eye. An obscured light illuminated the interior of the machine in a rainbow display. Of course! This was game show, she must've stumbled upon a prize, something that could help her clobber that maid! Without thinking, Maria practically dove headfirst into the machine, **** to claim her reward. *Click* *Clank* Horror flooded the policewoman's heart. No. Nononononono. This can't be happening! Something metallic clasped her wrists and pulled them taught to the back of the machine. Struggle and pull as she might, it was no use. She was trapped in the damnable machine. Half naked, panty clad ass out and wriggling for anyone to see, stuck fast in a claustrophobic tube, too dark to see anything, and muffled in a room to loud cry for help. To make it even worse, her knees were really starting to bother her. To alleviate the pain, Maria found herself spreading her legs, further and further, wider and wider in a lurid display to truly draw all possible attention to her magnificent rear. How whorish she must look...

Lilliana was sure she was moaning pathetically. She could feel the vibrato in her throat. However, freshly removed panties, dozens of layers of cloth, and the hum of the driers drowned out any sound she made. The maid was two fingers deep in her captured quarry. The black-haired woman was so strong. She easily **** the Latina woman's hips flush against a washing machine behind her, pulling her heels just off the floor. Officer Munoz couldn't resist. She couldn't squirm. She couldn't turn away. All she could do was sit there and take it. Her big brown eyes rolled back and the muscles in her back and stomach contracted sharply. Her thighs shook. She ripped her shoulders left and right in desperation, but to no avail. A wave of pleasure flowed through her and she started gasping for breath. The maid was relentless. She knew damn well Lilliana's poor little pussy was sensitive. She knew the blissful agony she was inflicting. She wasn't close to being done. "OH, OH, OH fuu-uck.... Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.... oooooh...." The maid's voice chimed out in a mockery of her captive's silent endurance. "Is that what my little fuck toy would say? Is that what it sounds like when slutty little girls cum in their panties for mistress?" If she weren't hopelessly bound, Lilliana would've knocked the bitch on her ass. Well, that's what she told herself. In reality, she wouldn't last long in a fight. Deep down she knew that. It's why she ran. It's why she was so **** to escape before both her arms were rendered useless. Lilliana's heart was pounding furiously in her chest. Her sex felt like her tormentor was pounding her with a lead pipe wrapped in razor wire. She was too sensitive. She lost track of how many orgasms the horrible woman had ripped out of her, but she couldn't take much more.

"Silly girl... this bra doesn't suit a slut like you." The maid finally withdrew her fingers from he bound officer's quivering cunt. An embarrassing long strand of slime dripped from the maid's fingertips as she brought her hand up to Lilliana's face. She took her time smearing the fluid across the Latina's face, being sure to get plenty in her nose and over her false eyelashes. When she was satisfied, the maid moved her hands to her captive's left bra strap. She snapped it a few times, all the while giving her **** a look of absolute disappointment. Then she took the material in both hands and pulled it in two directions with great determination. "Dumbass bitch... no way this idiota is gonna get anywhere like that" The Latina's mouth was full, but she could still think clearly. *RIP*....*SNAP* To Lilliana's astonishment, the fabric gave way. Now the stretchy cloth hung limp and broken on her shoulder. The maid locked eyes with the bound woman and ran her finger under the remaining strap. Officer Munoz blinked first, and looked away, still in disbelief. The maid smirked and in a few moments, the second strap was similarly rent. With both supports removed, only the natural elasticity of the fabric kept it flush against Lilliana's ample chest. The maid grasped her prey's breasts in her hands and squeezed them painfully tight. Once she was satisfied, she released her victim's breasts, and changed her grip to focus on a seam under her victim's armpit. The threads strained, and slowly gave way, ultimately leaving the officer in nothing but a tiny, cum soaked thong, and multilayered panty gag.

The maid pinched her toy's newly exposed nipples, and twisted them roughly for a few moments. She pulled them back and let them go to watch the ample bosom ripple and sway. The raven-haired woman then turned and walked away, nearly instantly disappearing behind the army of sheets. She might've been gone a minute, or maybe an hour, or even a day for all Lilliana could tell. She was exhausted, her puffy pussy screamed from the overstimulation and excessive use. The droning of the driers somehow made time stand still. Sooner than Lilliana would've liked, the maid returned, with what appeared to be laundry soap in hand. The maid made a show of applying bright yellow rubber gloves, then she opened the bottle of detergent. Officer Munoz recoiled as she recognized the foamy fluid pouring out onto her exposed tits. It was the shit that **** her to strip earlier. The slippery soap tingled and itched as it flowed over her skin. It was thick and slimy, and her body almost instinctually strived to wipe it off. She wriggled and squirmed uselessly to escape the itchy, tickling sensation. Her nipples were rock hard from her orgasm ****. Now the sticky soap exacerbated the feeling exponentially.

The maid took one of her victim's breasts gently in her hand, cupping it from beneath to keep it still against the girl's wild thrashing. The raven-haired domme withdrew a clothespin from one of the nearby lines. She let it linger directly in Lilliana's line of sight. She snapped it a few times making it clear exactly what she meant to do. The bound girl shook her head, pleading with her mistress, begging her not to do it. It was no use. The teeth of the clothespin bit into the nipple with sharp, shocking spike of pain. Before Lilliana could prepare herself, the same pain flashed across the tip of her other breast. Again the officer silently moaned and shook her chest with all her might to try and **** the atrocious ornaments off her tender nubs. She only succeeded in spreading the irritating soap over more and more of her skin. It was unbearable, tickling and itching incessantly with no hope for relief. Lilliana hoped her ordeal was over when her maid mistress removed her rubber gloves. That feeling of relief soon fled, as the towering woman grasped the Latina's thong in either hand and slowly started pulling it down. Officer Munoz thrashed and kicked in defiance, **** to do something, anything, to prevent further humiliation. Her panties slid down to her knees regardless. Then the maid pulled up and back, lifting her captive's feet off the floor.

Lilliana's feet were pulled up far above her shoulders, the pink threads of her panties still wrapped around her ankles. The maid flicked the hem of a nearby sheet over her captive's knee. In an instant, Lilliana's leg was stuck fast to the clothesline. Another flick of the maid's wrist, another leg bound tightly in the air. Now the officer sat suspended spread eagle between two clotheslines. Her short, curvaceous body on full display, her puffy red womanhood fully exposed and still dripping in her own cum. Her soaked panties wadded up at her ankles were the last possible shred of modesty. The maid placed a single finger beneath the pink fabric. Slowly she raised her hand. Lilliana tried desperately to hold on with just her feet and toes, but was useless. The maid mockingly told the officer to wave "bye-bye" to her her panties. To her horror, the bound Latina watched as the maid uncrumpled the thong and straightened it out, then slowly brough it towards her own ankles. She stepped into them, one foot, then the other, and slowly brought the think pink threads up her calves, her thighs, up and under her skirt and petticoats. The maid delivered a devious glare as she spent an inordinate amount of time fixing and adjusting the panties beneath her skirt. It was unfair. Lilliana was bound nude in full display. Her mistress was fully clothed, and she still stole her victim's panties. Finally satisfied, the maid returned to the yellow rubber gloves and the hellish soap.

Officer Munoz thrashed and strained with all her might, but suspended as she was, all she could do was further entice her tormentor with her gyrations and squirming. The stimulating soap soaked her cunt. It flowed over her folds, and crept around to her posterior, till it finally dripped off her ample ass. The cruel maid painted the soles of the officer's feet, and poured out a pool on her taught stomach. Lilliana's body erupted in stimulation. It tickled. It itched. It teased. It promised pleasure and delivered denial. The maid pulled off one glove, and placed the other on her victim's soapy clit. The bound Latina was **** to endure the stimulation and watch as another woman masturbated herself while wearing her thong. The maid teased and belittled Lilliana for being a greedy little whore as she came long before her mistress. The bound woman nearly achieved a second orgasm when the maid finally reached her own climax and put an end to the ordeal. Lilliana was left achingly close to another grueling orgasm. The soap kept her there as the maid winked, and finally walked away.

Maria didn't have the luxury of seeing the maid approach. She could only whine as the maid spanked her again and again. First over her little lacey panties. Then with with her ass bare and utterly ****. The policewoman was helpless as the maid **** her to cum with nothing but stocking feet. Silky stockings grinding against a helpless pussy. It only got worse when the maid applied the damnable soap to light up every nerve in her ample buttocks and quivering sex. Maria had never tried anal before. She sure as hell wasn't ready for the tidal wave of sensations, as the maid shoved her soap laden fingers deep into her. Maria promised herself she didn't like it. She swore she only came because of the damn soap and orgasm she was **** to endure earlier. Officer Garcia had no such excuses when she was brought to climax repeatedly when the maid grew tired of only abusing her previously virgin anus. By the time the maid decided to move along to her regular duties, Maria's defenseless ass and thighs were soaked in foamy, infernal soap. Her legs tightly bound together with layer upon layer of cloth. Half of her pretty satin panties with decorative lace protruded out of her abused asshole, like a deplorable flag, declaring her shame for all.

Eventually the women were released from their tormenting bondage... only to be dressed in their new maid uniforms and **** to clean the Manor while exposed and hoping on a tight leash. Eventually this day would end, but they would always remember their failures in the Gauntlet.