<a class="username" data-user-id="33593" data-username="@Silverbird" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/33593/">@Silverbird</a><br/>Anna would manage to hold tight against the woman French kissing her, at least for a while. She was dragging fingers down the sides of her head as she moaned and pushed into her face. There wasn't much strength in her grasp but Anna stood no chance of pulling away. Not when more of those sultry girls were closing in around her. The slut playing with her tits didn't take long to start getting more rough with her, teeth biting down on the hardening nipple and pulling back on it. Her other mound wouldn't wait long for equal treatment, another one of them kneeling down and taking in the biggest mouthful she could suck in. Her tongue flicked and danced circles around the other nipple as teeth prickled on the skin all around it. And while they were focusing on the upper part of Anna's body, others were beginning to give their attention further down. A sudden slap to the ass followed by a tight squeeze would catch her off guard. And even her fight against the kiss would eventually fail. The woman's fingers managed to hook through and around Anna's lower lips and literally yanked her mouth open. Moment that happened, her tongue drilled all the way inside. Anna's mouth was forced stuffed as the woman moaned loudly into her.<br/><br/>"You'll entertain us, one way or another." Their boss mocked at her, fingers sliding down and toying with her own swollen clit as she watched.<br/><br/>Current arousal 6/18<br/>There's not going to be much more of a chance to resist the effect they're having on her.<br/>1d10<br/>9 or more: further resist their effect (+1 arousal)<br/>4 to 8: receive standard arousal (+2 arousal)<br/>3 or lower: fumbles her concentration (+3 arousal)<br/>(be warned these numbers are only as low as they are thanks to Slow Burner and current arousal below 50%)<br/>OR<br/>Choose to obey the boss' original orders to pleasure her, which the optional choice to use the opportunity to sneakily bring out that 'repellent'<br/>1d10<br/>7 or higher: successfully snags it up and spray the boss<br/>6 or lower: gets caught in the attempt, and get 'punished' for it<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="29759" data-username="@UseAlex" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/29759/">@UseAlex</a><br/>E1 IS TRAPPED!<br/>Pity. Looks like Alex wasn't going to get much of a break. Moment both feet land on the platform, it opened right up on her. For a moment it looks like she was going to fall in again. But instead she's greeted by a set of ankle cuffs that clamp around her and keep her pinned down. Segments of the platform swing out on hinges and an assortment of spindly mechanical arms reach out. Many of them snag onto her wrists and neck, keeping her firmly upright and unable to fight back. Only once they were in place would several more reach down to her bust and start shoving away what clothes remained on her. Tits were forced out each robotic hand grips them from underneath. Then the last piece of machinery pops out in front of her, a large stand with a large jar (likely two or three gallons in size) making the core. On top, mechanically controlled hoses with little suctioned cups slither and snake through the air. One after the other, they snap over each of her nipples and a sudden suction starts yanking on them. Metal fingers squeeze her tits in unison. Before she knew it, her own nipples start to spew out milk. Running through the hoses, it drizzles down into the jar...<br/><br/>Current arousal: 2/12<br/>The sounds of rustling are still coming from behind. There's a serious chance that something will catch her while she's 'preoccupied' with the machine. Nothing yet at least...<br/>Random encounter: 25%<br/>Insert any reaction<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="5587" data-username="@ChrisGabriel" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/5587/">@ChrisGabriel</a><br/>The cold is weirdly not affecting the plants, just Willow. Unfortunately, it's effecting her far too much. At least she makes it to the sunflowers but there's no key immediately to be spot. Each of them are raised up and facing towards the ceiling, probably to gather more light from the non-existent sun? Whatever, the important thing is the key isn't with them. But the map and the lock clearly stated it was here...<br/><br/>The key is actually right up above. Directly where the sunflowers are facing, the key is perched on a length of support beam overhead. Luckily, the table is sturdy enough for Willow to climb up on top and reach for the key. Barely though, that beam is pretty high up.<br/><br/>1d20, 16 or higher in order to reach the key, reroll until she gets it.<br/>But the cold keeps getting worse, -6 from next roll (then -8, -10, -12, so forth)<br/>Current arousal drops again to 6/12<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="39524" data-username="@Ironuyh" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/39524/">@Ironuyh</a><br/>Vivian should be dead. Whatever reality bending force was responsible for it, the dragon-hot girth would seem to suddenly shrink into something more manageable soon as it passes her tenderized pussylips. The large head should really be right up to her own head based on how much went in. Hell, she's now getting constantly hit with a sensation of still 'feeling' all that size, even though nothing is changing around her body. Not even a bulge. The absolutely surreal sensation is a complete fascination towards her kinky id and the real pleasure starts to roll in like thunder as the dragon begins to hump and growl...<br/><br/>Current arousal: 3/14<br/>1d10<br/>9 or higher: Continue to resist the dragon's effects, somehow (+1 arousal)<br/>4 to 8: +3 arousal<br/>3 or lower: +5 arousal<br/>(pretty much the same as last time, except for the numerical values