The Monster's Room - Chapter 12
Moments later, Marie erupted with her fluids like a fountain.
The dancer, collecting the liquid in their hands, smeared it all over their face and then pressed it against Marie.
“Ugh, hick, hick!”
The dancer’s face, smooth with little contour and wood-like texture, began to show a faint reflection as the fluid settled. Marie could vaguely see her own pleasure-twisted face through the reflection.
“Ah!”
The dark-skinned fingers pinched and twisted her n–ple, causing a scream of sharp pain to escape her. After hitting her chest a few times, grabbed her legs to spread them again and lifted their hand.
Surely not.
The dancer, seemingly mocking Marie’s shaking head, brought their hand down with a slap.
Smack!
“……!”
Marie’s eyes widened as her privates were struck. Shock and pleasure surged through her brain like lightning.
“Aah, ahh, ah! Ah!”
Her ge–tals reddened with heat.
Still, the dancer’s slaps continued, only easing off to gently caress after another burst of fluids. As Marie convulsed, soaking the sheets with her climax and unfamiliar pleasure, the second dancer grabbed her b*****s with both hands and pounded into her.
Thump, thump! Ah! Thump!
The pain of her b*****s being squeezed was almost unbearable, and Marie cried out hoarsely. Unlike the first dancer, the second did not finish quickly. He persistently tortured Marie, and when he finally came, he pulled out and forced his member into her mouth.
“Mmm, cough!”
Marie, unable to swallow the se-en filling her mouth, struggled to deal with the sticky liquid that stretched from her chin down to her chest.
<How was it?>
Marie did not respond to the gramophone’s voice.
The result was the same as before. The languid, dark-skinned dancer was thrown aside, and another dancer climbed onto her. Marie’s trembling eyes scanned the area around the bed. For the first time, she counted the dancers.
Nineteen.
There were nineteen dancers besides the two she had already faced.
<Then, next!>
Fear or excitement, Marie was swept by emotions she could not quite discern.
* * *
“Ahh!”
A dancer with an incredibly large frame held her from behind and lifted her, knees bent. His massive, club-like member pounded into her, threatening to ruin her, but Marie took it with little difficulty.
“Ugh, hick, huff! Ahh!”
One dancer placed Marie’s leg over his shoulder and thrust at her in a scissor-like position. His member was curved in such a way that the bent part precisely targeted her sensitive areas.
“Ugh, mmh. Mmmph.”
Another dancer used her mouth. Though her throat, trained by the jelly eraser, accepted the member eagerly, the lack of breath often made Marie’s vision blurry.
“Gah, ugh. Ugh!”
Yet another dancer mounted her from behind and opened her back passage. However, as she could no longer properly control her limbs, she was mostly left dangling, face down, or simply spreading her legs submissively.
“Haa……”
<Oh, my.>
“……”
<Still not choosing?>
Twenty-one.
Having taken twenty-one dancers, Marie thought she had triumphed. The throbbing members of the dancers with their long, sturdy legs and resilient waists hadn’t completely broken her will.
<It seems the solo dance wasn’t to your liking.>
But damn it, the trap wasn’t over yet.
Creeeak. Thud.
The dancers who had been discarded on the floor rose up, contorting their bodies grotesquely.
They crawled back onto the bed.
<Indeed, group dances are the best!>
Marie found herself entangled once again with the dancers on the slick, damp bed. Hot members pierced both her front and back at once.
* * *
An excruciatingly long time passed.
<How can we win the lady’s love?>
Marie blinked between the motionless dancers. Her eyelashes were heavy with dried se-en.
<How should we make you choose?>
It seemed like the ‘performance’ had momentarily paused.
The gramophone’s disgruntled voice buzzed in her ears.
Though she could lose herself in the moment, the rising vitality from just a short rest wouldn’t let her go. It was thanks to the enhanced physical abilities from her experiences with the jelly eraser.
<What’s this, Lady?>
Marie had been pondering why she had ended up in such a situation. She needed to understand the cause for her to deal with it. After countless entanglements with the dancers and listening to their voices, she discovered the reason.
Warning: Do not attract the Troupe Leader’s attention.
The gramophone’s voice was orchestrating everything. Its true nature was that of the leader of the troupe, a anomalous entity isolated within this space: SCP-▉▉▉3, the Marionette Troupe Leader.
It was clear that she had ended up in this predicament because she had unwittingly caught its attention.
Marie was now ready to leave this place.
“Haa.”
<Do you have anything to say?>
Ending the performance was straightforward.
Marie raised her motionless hand.
And then.
Clap!
She clapped her hands.
They must clap at the end. If not, the show will start again.
