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YppleJax said the following:
My imagination will run away with me if I don't get actual answers, so I'll tentatively poke at the statue.
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lonelyzentai said the following:
-CONTINUE-
The journey Plum's finger made to the statue seemed monumental. Plum could feel every twitch in her finger as she leaned in close to the statue, arm reaching out toward it.
Holding her breath, Plum gave the statue a quick, firm poke...
The statue... is... soft?
"OHMYGOD!" Plum fell backwards as the statue turned toward her, looking in her direction but not quite at her. Its arms reached out, looking for her, its head moving about, clearly struggling to see something it knew was around but couldn't detect.
Plum's heart raced as the statue attempted to stand up. She could hear its breathing - labored and quick. It was grunting, albeit muffled, as it stood up, seeming to struggle to move.
Plum scrambled away from it... no, her. Plum was sure there was a girl in there. She looked at the figure in the moonlight and saw that they were almost the same size and felt some sort of... empathy.
Even then, she didn't want to know what would happen if the girl caught her.
Plum made to stand, but stopped in her tracks - As the girl continued to thrash toward her, she heard a strange buzzing noise. The girl's head fell backward, her body arching in a very sensual manner. Plum felt herself moisten as she watched the girl grab at her crotch and cup a breast.
Plum watched, perplexed - The girl wasn't massaging herself... She was grabbing at... something. She watched as the girl struggled to her knees... watched as the girl curled up on the ground before her, one hand continuing to grab at her crotch while the other scrambled to grip something under her chin. The girl struggled for awhile, before lying completely still. In the newfound silence of the mansion, Plum heard the buzzing fade away.
Plum sat still for a moment, she felt her heart rate slow from its absurd speed. She took a moment to catch her breath.
-WHAT DO YOU DO?-
1: Leave the statue, continue to explore the mansion.
2: The statue isn't an assailant, she's a victim! Find out if you can help her.
3: The statue isn't a victim, it's an assailant! Restrain it so it can't chase you.
3: Something else?
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YppleJax said the following:
We're into some serious weird here now...it seems clear she was trying to communicate before...that "whatever" happened. If she's made some horrible self-bondage error, so tight that I couldn't see her breathing before, she could seriously need help. But what if it's not self-bondage and someone else is here, what if it's even not consensual? The whole situation is scary, but at the same time exciting...in more than one sense.
I'll see if I can find a way to let her out so she can breathe, and talk...I *have* to know what's going on here...but I'm ready to pull out my cell and dial 911 at the first sign of actual threat, and in the back of my mind, I'm remembering those other "statues" in the foyer...
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lonelyzentai said the following:
-CONTINUE-
Plum pulled herself to her feet. The girl lay in a fetal position before her, the rise and fall of her breathing almost impossible to detect.
"Are... you okay?"
No response. Plum walked towards the girl, but the girl showed no signs of being able to detect her.
"...Can... can you hear me? At all?"
Plum paused...
...no response.
Plum stamped the ground lightly, enough to make some sort of sound.
...no response.
Plum approached the girl. Her heart was racing. There had to be a zipper... somewhere. Or a seam. How else could she have gotten into this... suit?
She walked around the girl and knelt down before her back, expecting to see a zipper running down her spine, but... nothing.
She cast her gaze over the girl but it was simply too dark to see much. There was a patch of moonlight just next to her. Perhaps she could move her over?
Plum reached out, hoping to gently guide the girl just slightly to the left. As soon as her hand made contact, however, the familiar buzzing sound returned. Plum stepped back as the girl let out a muffled grunt, grasping at her crotch and spasming on the floor. The buzzing continued as the girl thrashed. Plum watched, wide-eyed, as the girl arched her back and held her position, her body twitching slightly in what plum knew was an intense, yet eerily silent, orgasm. The girl held position for the longest time, before she came back down to Earth, laying completely still. As soon as she did so, the buzzing died down.
Plum watched from afar, realizing that the girl could have been screaming her lungs out inside that suit and she wouldn't have known. She would have been alone... alone with nothing but the crushing, inescapable tightness of the suit, and whatever it was that was pleasuring her for what could potentially be eternity.
At least now she was in the light.
Plum looked at the immobile girl. Now that she was lying on her back, Plum could see her chest rise and fall slowly, the mirror-shine of the suit warping the moon's reflection awkwardly.
There was... no seam. No zipper. Nothing. The girl's head was an obsidian ovoid, and there was no visible breathing hole or eye hole. Plum could see the girl's body compressed underneath the suit and wondered just how tight it really was. The girl's navel was clearly visible, but her nipples were not - her breasts were perfectly shaped with no blemishes whatsoever. Despite being incredibly tight, the suit gave her no cameltoe - her crotch was completely flat and decent. Plum began to imagine what could possibly be inside the suit that betrayed its innocent appearance.
Plum looked around the neck of the suit, hoping to see where the suit met the... helmet? Whatever it was. There was a shaft of moonlight that lit the girl's neck perfectly, but even then, the suit appeared completely seamless - the fabric simply continued. It just went on and on in and infinite loop around the girl's body.
Unconsciously, Plum reached out to turn the girl over, realizing her mistake as soon as she touched the girl. Once again, the buzzing returned, but the girl simply curled up and gripped her crotch tightly, lying perfectly still. In seconds, the vibrations died down again.
Plum knelt down behind the girl, her back was completely seamless. She couldn't find any way for her to release the girl from her obsidian prison. She thought back to the statues she saw in the foyer... 'how many more are there?' she wondered.
-WHAT DO YOU DO NEXT?-
(No MCQ here, your call!)
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YppleJax said the following:
It seems like it only happens when she moves...or is moved by someone else. And she seems to be deliberately holding so still, which suggests she doesn't *want* it to keep happening. I know from personal experience vibing...assuming that's what the buzzing is...can become too much of a good thing, pushing through over-sensitivity to pain, so that would make sense...
I pull out my phone, but hesitate...it's still possible this is all some entirely voluntary lifestyle bondage club thing, and I'm going to cause a huge scene for no reason...but if that's the case, they should really post a sign, or even just keep their door locked! It's a little frustrating, because I'm finding the whole thing bizarrely attractive and I'd love to find out more if it really *were* consensual, but...
One last try at communication, but it's risky, because if there *is* anyone dangerous in the house they'll know I'm here for sure. I get my phone out and dial 911 but stop short of pressing the call button, then kneel down and put my face right next to where her ear ought to be, then shout, "ARE YOU OKAY? ONCE YES, TWICE NO!" If I get any kind of signal from her that could be interpreted as a "no" response, I'll hit the call button immediately.
(Don't take Plum's rational caution as disinterest on my part, I'm just taking a realistic tack! )
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lonelyzentai said the following:
-CONTINUE-
"ARE YOU OKAY? ONCE YES, TWICE NO!"
Plum squatted next to the girl, finger hovering above her phone in anticipation. The wait seemed like forever.
Then the girl moved. Plum fell backwards, arm still outstretched and holding her phone. She heard the buzzing begin again, and watched the girl twitch as she fought... whatever it was that was going on inside the suit. The girl turned over into a crawl, stopping every now and then to arch her back in ecstasy.
Plum didn't know how to react, except it was now clear that the girl was moving in her direction. She froze, unsure whether to run away again or let the poor girl have something go her way for once.
She could no longer tell if the girl was writhing in pleasure or pain, but the girl's movements were definitely having an... effect... on Plum.
Before Plum reached a decision, the girl's hand landed on Plum's foot. Plum was completely frozen as the girl patted her foot, trying to figure out what she'd just touched. Then, slowly and with a nervous tremble, the girls hand very gently closed around Plum's ankle.
It was then that Plum realized that the suit was... pulsating. It was undulating between her ankle and the girl's hand... massaging her. Plum found herself immediately wondering *where* else the suit was doing this... and *what* else it was doing.
Contact with Plum's skin seemed to drive the suit crazy - the buzzing sound grew to a full-on hum, and the pulsations grew faster and more intense. The girl's free hand darted to her crotch, and her body rocked with the vibrations right at Plum's feet.
Plum watched as the girl seemed to jolt into the air, in what was clearly another mind-numbing orgasm. As if suddenly burned, the girl's hand quickly released Plum. The girl seemed to fall to the floor, but quickly caught herself. She continued to crawl in Plum's general direction, fighting against the suit that trapped her within. Blind and distracted, the girl's knee drove against Plum's shin, and the girl lost her balance.
Plum's heart sank as she felt her phone slip out of her hand, knocked away by the girl's awkward attempts to prevent her fall. It landed on the hard parquet floor of the dining room with a sickening thud. Plum made to reach for it but the obsidian girl landed on top of her, the sudden contact with Plum's body pushing the suit into overdrive yet again.
Plum could feel the suit undulate between her and the girl. She could feel the very fabric of the suit tremble, the vibrations within spreading out far from its inevitable source. Plum could almost make out... moaning from the blank ovoid that was the girl's head. The girl was still in control, however, she traced Plum's body so that she could find her arm, and grabbed it. She pulled Plum's hand up, guiding her to the back of her neck. The girl moved Plum's hand in a scratching movement on her neck, her 'mmph'ing barely audible over the incessant buzzing.
And then she was done. The girl rolled over and off Plum, curling back up into her fetal position, her back turned to Plum, and she laid completely still once more.
The buzzing died down, but Plum's heart continued to race. She took a moment to catch her breath, doing her best to ignore the tingling she felt between her legs, and the wet clinginess of her panties.
-WHAT DO YOU DO NEXT?-
1: Your Phone! CHECK YOUR PHONE!
2: Inspect the back of the girl's neck.
3: Leave the girl alone.
4: Something else?
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YppleJax said the following:
So distracted by panic and...other things...from her being on top of me, I've nearly forgotten my phone, caught between nearly insatiable curiosity and concern. Maybe she still couldn't hear well enough to understand...but she clearly knew I was here, and she *wanted* me to do something with her neck, maybe it's a really well hidden zipper?
I'll leave my phone for the moment and try to find some fastener at her neck, let her out if I can.
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lonelyzentai said the following:
-CONTINUE-
Plum approached the girl, with more confidence this time, and laid her hand gingerly on the back of her neck. The familiar buzzing sound returned, but the girl shifted slightly and clenched her fists, curling herself up tighter.
Resolving to work faster, Plum ran her fingers across the girl's neck, searching for some sort of seam or fastener, but even if there was one there before, any trace of it had all but disappeared. She tugged at the fabric of the suit, feeling the latex reluctantly pull away from the girl's neck, before slipping out of her hands and snapping back against her skin.
She pressed her finger into the girl's neck and tried to wrap the latex around her digit, hoping to gain some sort of purchase against it. Twisting her finger, she pulled a bundle of the fabric into a loop around her finger and pulled, realizing with some discomfort that the latex was shrinking around her wrapped finger.
Before long, there wasn't enough fabric to go around and the latex snapped back into place against the girl's skin. Almost as if to comfort the girl, Plum gently laid a hand on the girl's face, only to realize that there was some sort of rigid helmet covering her head, denying her even this single act of compassion.
Plum let go of the girl and waited for the suit's buzzing to die down, deciding to let her take a break while she thought up a smarter way to approach the situation.
-WHAT DO YOU DO?-
1: Claw at the suit at the back of her neck. Attempt to tear it.
2: Look around for a tool of some sort.
3: Find the end of the helmet.
4: Maybe the release isn't on the suit itself. Continue exploring the mansion.
5: Something else?
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YppleJax said the following:
I can't just leave her...I'll check the table for forks and steak knives, maybe I can carefully tear an opening that way.
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lonelyzentai said the following:
-CONTINUE-
Plum grabbed the still-lit candle at the end of the dining table and began swathing it across the table, looking for the glint of silverware. Being laid out for a full dinner service, it didn't take long. She reached for a knife set for the seat the she'd found the girl in when she noticed something else - on the girl's plate, was a small black object. It was about the size of a guitar pick, except...
Plum moved the candle. As the light reached the object, it glimmered. It was definitely made of the same material as the suit. It was...
"A zipper tab?" Plum said aloud, expecting the girl to react in some way... before realizing that she was unable to hear her.
-WHAT DO YOU DO?-
1: Grab the knife. Cut the suit.
2: Grab the zipper tab. See if it can somehow be attached.
3: Something else?
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YppleJax said the following:
Ooh, time to inventory-hoard! I'll take the knife *and* the zipper tab, *and* reclaim my dropped phone while I'm at it.
I'll see if I can do anything with the zipper tab first, but I'm still clinging to reality and can't see how that can work without a zipper to attach to, so the knife is backup.
P.S. - Content redacted. Sorry fellas, this was a private conversation 
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lonelyzentai said the following:
-Content Redacted-
-CONTINUE-
With both the knife and the zipper tab in hand, Plum bent over to retrieve her phone. Crossing her fingers, toes and heartstrings, Plum pushed the "wake" button and waited...
...nothing.
Plum let out a long drawn out sigh... or maybe a groan. It was definitely a groan. She stepped into the moonlight and watched as it reflected a spiderweb of cracks across the face of her phone.
Rolling her eyes so hard that her head tipped backward, she slipped the phone back into her pocket and decided to focus on the task at hand.
The girl still lay motionless where she'd left her. Maybe she'd know what to do with the zipper tab?
Plum knelt down in front of her and lifted the girl's hand, kickstarting the suit yet again.
She laid the zipper tab gently on the palm, hoping that the girl could somehow feel it and realize what it was. Perhaps she just had been unable to find it after being blinded by the suit?
The zipper tab seemed almost invisible against the obsidian black of the girl's gloved hand... and in a few seconds... it had become exactly that. Gone.
Plum stared in disbelief - the zipper had literally melted into the fabric of the suit. The girl had somehow realized what had happened - either through tactile sense, or some other form of detection that plum could not comprehend from outside the suit. Either way, the girl was now pointing frantically at... well it seemed to be in the general direction of the chair she'd come from. She was a little bit off to the right but she probably couldn't see, so getting it that close was quite an achievement already.
The girl gestured toward the chair, then scratched the back of her neck. Then she pointed toward the chair again.
Standing up, Plum strode over to the chair, not sure what she'd expected to find. She turned back to look at the girl, but she'd returned to her fetal position, motionless yet again.
Plum furrowed her eyebrows - why was she sent back here?
She scanned the chair, then the table... then...
The zipper tab was back on the plate.
Plum picked it up.
She was still holding the knife in her other hand.
WHAT DO YOU DO?
1: Do something with the zipper tab?
2: Do something with the knife?
3: Something else?