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Chapter 3 by IndigoWhite IndigoWhite

Where would you go?

Walk forward

You cautiously make your way down the corridor, eyeing the holes in the ground suspiciously. Unfortunately, taking small steps and inching your way forwards only means it’s more likely to step on hidden pressure plates.

*click*

You freeze as you feel your right foot depress a plate in the floor. Looking down, you see a hole in the ground directly between your legs. Desperately, you clamp both hands over your crotch to protect yourself.

You hear a *Bang* from somewhere further down the corridor, followed by the faint whistling of something flying through the air at you at high speed.

*WHUMP!!*

A "non-lethal" sandbag round fired from the end of the corridor slams into your bare tummy. The motion sensors around the corridor aren't really there to trigger the traps; they're there to constantly map your body and movements to allow the traps to aim their attacks with pinpoint accuracy.

The small sandbag slams hits you right over your navel and caves your tummy in for a split second. Air rushes out of your lungs and your hands instinctively go to your midsection as you fall to your knees. As you drop, another sandbag fires out of the hole between your legs.

You scream in agony. Or you would have if you had any breath left to scream with. Instead, the sandbag slamming against your thinly covered pussy brings a faint garbled cry of pain from your mouth. You fall forwards onto your hands and knees, only for a heavy log to swing down from the ceiling like a battering ram. It slams into your crotch from behind with enough **** to knock you forwards several feet where you slide to a stop facedown on the floor.

The corridor isn't finished with you yet, and a loud *Bang* emanates from the ground beneath you as twin sandbags fire up into your chest, blasting your boobs at point-blank range. The impact knocks your upper body up off the ground for a moment, before you slam back down painfully on your injured tits.

You groan in pain, your face pressed against the cold stone floor. From somewhere above you comes a faint creaking and rumbling that gradually grows louder.

What do you do next?

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