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Ashlie screws up her face and whimpers before shivering as Christine touches her tail. Being pushed onto the bed, she looks up at Christine and wriggles as she approaches with the other piercings. Meanwhile Ashlie seemed to have fixated on Christine's and gave her clit stud and nipple stud a tweak while she still could.

As the nipple rings went on, Christine would see there was a bright little flash she hadn't been able to see last time, and they were in, Ashlie gasping and grinding harder on her clit stud in retaliation with her fingers, an odd little sound in the back of her throat rising up as she grinned playfully. True to the note, her nipples hardened, and Stayed that way, brushing her tits making her shudder and squirm, before the clit stud was put in.

Again, Just as advertised. While Ashlie was already a little wet, her arousal became immediately apparent and forced on her, Ashlie gasping even more loudly before groaning hungrily, bucking her hips up into her hand before the real binding started. She was shivering and each restraint pulled a little moan from her lips or a whine. As her hands were gloved she shuddered, trying to see how useless her hands really were, and that was completely. her legs next, they were folded and while she twitched a little, she certainly didn't resist until they were doubled up and folded, flexing against them to find the leather unyielding, and then the extra tail. The plug had her whimpering steadily now and Christine could see her folds clench tightly in response as she moaned hungrily, pushing her ass against the toy before shaking it, wagging the fake tail, as well as her own bushy red one.

Then the leash was on and she barked when she was asked if she was ready, the sounds she was making still making her blush but she was starting to care a little less. Helped off the bed, she wriggled around a bit before assuming the position and waiting for Christine to lead.
 
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Taking Ashlie out to see the castle, Christine starts by wandering around in their own floor some, watching to see how Ashlie manages walking like this.
 
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Ashlie shuffled along after her, and after a bit she managed to get walking down. She could keep up with Christine at a sedate walk. Any more then that and she'd fall behind, trailing the leash.

She was obviously still very aroused, partially by her situation, partially by the fact that because of the piercing she couldn't cool off, her body forced into heat and held there indefinitely.

She'd look up occasionally and grin, and even give a little bark and wag her tail now and again, seeming to enjoy her predicament.
 
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Not really finding anything interesting in the Song of Moon, Christine leads Ashlie to the Song of Stars, helping the girl up the stairs. "This is a palace. You'd think there would be interesting sights aplenty. Not that the architecture itself isn't pretty, but..." Christine starts muttering to herself, wondering if she should just ask Salazar to give them a tour as she takes a look at the architecture on this level.
 
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The song of stars was.... boring right for about 15 feet, then there was a double door that opened into a massive domed observatory, showing every star, every moon, and several odd bright dots that may be planets in the sky above them currently. Ashlie didn't have a dog noise that was the equivalent of Woooooooow so instead a low pant came out as she looked around, having her squirrely mind blown.

If the floor didn't show the mirror reflection of the stars above, it'd be dangerous to walk around as it was pitch black save the stars above. And the floor itself, mirroring the above in the darkness, gave the impression of being back in the Maelstrom again for Christine. This place.... Stank, of magic. Powerful magic.

It continued like that for the entire floor before arriving at an archway that led into spiral staircases up and down.
 
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Christine stops dead at the sight of all the stars. "Wow. I feel like I could spend all day just wandering about here." Continuing on her way, the kitsune keeps looking at the ceiling, entranced by the beauty of it all. Letting herself feel the magic surrounding them, Christine observes that, too. I wonder if it has to do with horoscopes. THAT would be weird. When they finally come at the staircase, Christine again helps Ashlie up, now genuinely curious of other wondrous sights they might find.
 
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The next floor up was the Song of Blood and this floor was Not possessing the same obsidian beauty of the rest. The walls, floor, ceiling, lights. All of it was a soft red Flesh, soft and warm, pulsing to the touch, like being in the belly of some great beast. And with a little imagination Christine was pretty sure they could get into trouble on this floor if they wanted.

It was arrayed like any other floor, only each room had a set of large 7 foot tall fleshy pods that exuded a strange, very pleasant scent that had Ashlie murring in the back of her throat pleasantly as she followed. If approached, the pods would split along the middle, and that split would turn into a Y near the top, opening to reveal a slick, warm, wet interior, the smell rising in the air powerfully around the pod, the flesh within all an array of Cilia, tiny moving tendrils to tease and stroke and tease.

At least the larger rooms. The smaller ones instead had actively moving thick tendrils that reached out curiously, but not aggressively, and obviously drawn to Ashlie's forced arousal, sliding towards her almost instinctively.
 
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"Still want to keep exploring? I bet you'd be very comfortable in any of those, and we do have all week to explore the rest..." Christine half-joking asks Ashlie as she continues to wander in search of something to pique her curiosity, or another way up.
 
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Ashlie whimpers and looks around, pawing at one of the pods while Christine continued exploring. She did find a way up. It was surprise, another staircase, the next floor being the Song of Bone if she remembered right. It was up to her if she stuffed her bitch in a flesh pod or wall. Or jumped into one herself.
 
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"Oh, for... Fine." Unleashing Ashlie, she removes the tailplug and helps the squirrelgirl into one of the pods. "Just remember to pick your things when you're done." Leaving the leash and the tailplug where they landed, Christine herself heads up to the Song of Bones.
 
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Ashlie barks happily before whimpering as the tail popped out and the leash was dropped, Ashlie immediately set up with her back against the pod before it shrank down and fully enveloped her, a raw, almost primal, delicious squeal of pleasure sounding from within immediate after before becoming very muffled as the pod pulsed and squirmed, trapping the squirrel bitch inside tightly and doing only Ashlie knew what.

Heading up to the floor of bones, Christine found something like the floor below. No obsidian. Bone. Polished bone for every wall, ceiling polished to a shine. along each wall was a reaching cage of bone and a trio of white tendrils with 4 boney hands on the ends hoping to catch someone and drag them forcibly into the cages. Holes above and below the cages promising... Something. They pawed and grabbed but didn't hold, again showing the floor was under control. The rooms were bare except for dancing skeletons that neither spoke, nor responded and blocked every attempt to enter the rooms roughly. Each dance was different. Before the next floor up, the staircase itself also made of bone this time, there was another cage, this one looking more like armor then a cage itself, but it was obviously locked tightly to the door. The door could be opened without entering the cage, but it was the last feature of the floor, and the magic smelled strongly here as well.
 
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Cages of bone. Though polished bone dominated everything here, those stick to Christine's mind as the defining feature of the floor. "At least there's no audience here except for the skeletons." Christine mutters as she imagines being stuck there, on a display to anyone wandering by. Trying to dance with one of the skeletons to see if that would evoke any sort of reaction, she finally approaches the final cage. "Am I just talking to myself, here, or do these walls have ears?" Reaching out with her mind to try and get a sense of the magic, Christine presses her hand against the being of bone, wondering what it would be like...
 
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The bone opens slowly, peeling away to reveal it's interior which is luciously padded. The bone would cover her modesty, and it's faceplate was a polished mirror white, completely blank. The magic smells of death, life, and growth. Seeming to be more aimed at the metaphor of cycles, and support as bones role. The song hums in the air and the walls do seem to have ears, though not a mouth to speak back. The song itself is bright, and full of bell tones and hollow drumming.
 
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Her ears twitching, Christine grins. "Let's play." Putting on the armor - or more accurately, stepping into it - the kitsune waits to see what happens next. She was finally actually hearing the song as well, and it was one that put her into cheerful mood.
 
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Stepping into the armor, Christine feels it closing around her very gently, pressing her into the soft padding within. Her legs are wrapped over with long curling bones that slant slightly upward, showing the soft flesh underneath, the boots growing a bone heel for her. As the armor reaches her hips while it closes, the crotchplate slides between her thighs, a single bone that curls down from the base of her tails through her thighs and back up, it's top ending over her navel. Her arms are adorned much like her legs, and ending in skeletal padded gloves, leaving her full control of her hands and each bone is padded. So while they effect is very interesting, it is not nearly as uncomfortable as it would seem.

The chest plate is next, and closes like a large rib cage around her own, breasts covered entirely and supported by white bone while her sides are left entirely bare to her hips, everything above her navel, and below her breasts left free to touch and tease.

Proper pauldrons with curling slopes slide over her shoulders and her neck is wrapped over in a series of thin, interlocking bones that don't actually enfore her posture. The last piece is the faceplate, and Christine can see it lower slowly. Unable to move on her own for now. The faceplate slides down, and at first she thought she'd be rendered completely blind by the solid mask, she finds out otherwise that instead of seeing normally, she can instead see the currents of the magic on this floor, seeing the music as it played around her.

She was not left unmolested however the only teasing she recieved at the immediate moment was a gentle squeezing of her breasts from the pressure, and the covers of her crotchplate and chestplate warm slightly, making her slightly more sensitive, though she can feel something very smooth, and thick, growing very slowly pressing against her lower holes, and against her lips, just a slight growth at the moment, but she could feel with her lips and tongue that it was very steadily gaining length.

She is soon given complete control of her body, and set on the floor to move about the floor as she chose, but had no control over what the armor itself did to Her.
 
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Finding the armor surprisingly comfortable save for certain almost predictably pointed parts, Christine tries to move about and finds that she can do so with easy. "Let's hope I don't accidentally tear the dress." she says as she sets to walk around the floor, watching the currents of magic and not doing much else. For some reason, it feels like trying to leave the floor would probably end badly.
 
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The currents lead her along steadily around the floor, and the two growths below continue to grow slightly faster then the one in her mask, edging just their tips into her ass and folds with every step, flicking across the stud in her clit, and warming her nipple studs as she moved. A new current, blue and running was found shortly after and it led her down a long hallway full of groping cages.

So. Before I turn you into my screaming, cumming, puppet for a few hours. Maybe you'd like to know you're not the only person on this floor. a voice suddenly teased into her mind, flowing with the magic, the sound of drums growing louder as she moved.
 
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Steadily growing hornier from the treatment and not minding at all, Christine dances to the beat while following the currents. Just go easy on my mouth, please. Who is it?
 
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Easy on the mouth huh? I can manage that, but only if you really get into that dancing. The armor said. I am nishtahanakares. Nakar will suit. And another traveler, an invitee, and a thief. She can stay in a cage. But she's free to a Proper owner who will keep her under control and out of my floor. it continued, the blue trail flaring brighter in her vision, giving her something to follow as she danced.

There was now a full inch of smooth, and delightfully ribbed length working into her, just enough to give her a need to feel it deeper inside her lower holes, the dancing working her body and pleasuring her beautifully.

If you make an entire dance. And let me use your mouth as I please, I'll grant you a spell to kill with. If that sounds fair, invite me in. It suddenly offered, the armor and the music picking into her mind obviously, sifting through.... the last 3 days of memories, but unable to look any further, seeing her desires for power, and of course, Supporting those desires.
 
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Nishtahanakares Christine repeats, trying to memorize the name as she continues dancing to the tune. I could probably manage that. Do I need to fetch my own chains first? As the ribboned length starts working its way inside her, the kitsune finds that her breathing comes just that much harder. She probably couldn't keep her mind in dancing for very long, at this rate. A spell of slaying? Tempting. But do you have anything else you'd be willing to trade?
 
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