Party Wipe in Erotic Trap Dungeon

Brill slammed down her sword, cutting a tentacle in two. The monster writhed for a few seconds, then evaporated into dust. As its body disappeared, it left behind a single red gem the size of a cork.

"These things really do only drop Rank F gems..."

She sighed and quickly retrieved the small gem. The low-tier drop would barely be enough to cover a beer. These monsters were hardly worth fighting.

"Two more approaching down the corridor," said Mira, their party's scout.

"Leave it to us."

Wren and Alicia stepped forward. The elf archer, Wren, shot an arrow down the long stone corridor, skewering a tentacle lengthwise. Alicia, their mage, shot a fireball and vaporized the remaining tentacle. Both tentacles left behind small red gems like the previous ones they defeated.

"This really doesn't leave much for me to do..." Sophie sighed, leaning against her staff. As a priest, she could heal injuries, but none of the enemies had landed a scratch so far.

Brill, the front guard, nodded. "Is this really a dungeon? We're already on the fifth floor, but it has hardly put up a fight. I doubt there's any good loot at the bottom."

They had descended five sets of stairs, but the difficulty hadn't gone up at all. The dungeon was uncleared, but only because it was so long and with no proper treasure to loot. There were over three hundred floors total, more than any recorded dungeon, but they all had similar levels of ease.

"Perhaps it's trying to bore us to death..." Alicia sighed and put away her wand. However, Mira shook her head.

"It's best not to get complacent. I heard there's been several cases of people going missing while exploring the dungeon." As their scout, it was her job to lead them and her excessive caution had gotten them out of many sticky situations before.

"I agree, we still need to remain weary."

"Fine..." Alicia, Sophie, and Wren echoed a resigned sigh together. As the rear guard, they were already at the least risk, and the monotonous slog of weak enemies did little to convince them otherwise.

"Alright, let's keep going."

Mira led the way, checking for traps as she went. Eventually, they came to a doorway that led off the main corridor. Inside, a single treasure chest sat in the middle.

"I bet it's just gonna be empty again." Alicia shook her head. Every chest they'd come across so far had nothing inside them, and this one was unlikely to be different.

"I'll check it out anyway. Everyone, stay back." Mira crept into the room. She double checked every stone tile for pressure plates until she made it up to the wooden chest. She had yet to find any traps at all, but one could never be too sure.

Gently, Mira pushed in her thief's tool between the lid and bottom of the chest. She felt around inside the chest for any wires or contraptions, and...

"There's actually a trap..." Mira's eyes widened in surprise. "And this is quite a sophisticated one..."

"What's that?" Brill's heavy footsteps echoed behind.

"No! Stay back!" To Mira's shock, every single member of her party was inside the room already. They stared at her with confusion. "I told you to stay back!"

However, it was too late. The chest began to rumble. Her small tool had triggered the trap with only the smallest of movements. Even Master class traps weren't supposed to be that sensitive, but this one was.

Spell circles rippled out around the room. Countless shining symbols and shapes overlapping with each other. Thousands of secondary traps armed themselves in the moment between when Mira shouted at them and the trap triggered.

In an instant, half their party got caught in the spell circles. Wren, Alicia, and Sophie disappeared. Only Mira and Brill remained.

"Don't move!" As her mind caught up, Mira shouted the single command to Brill.

The hundreds of spell circles still dotted the floor. If they made one false step, they would end up like the others.

Brill's eyes widened as she finally understood the situation they were in. "The others, they..."

"They likely got teleported into tertiary traps or into the lower floors."

The teleportation traps around them were known as the most dangerous traps in dungeons. They could split up parties and leave people stranded in high-level areas. Worst case scenario, they could drop one into a death trap or an impossible maze.

Brill took a deep breath and hardened her eyes. "They'll make it back up. This is the so-called weakest dungeon, they won't get defeated so easily."

"We can only hope..." However, Mira had a bad feeling about their situation. It was as if the dungeon lured people into complacency, then ambushed them when they lost focus. "Those three better make it back..."

They could only wait for the others to return with help. The thousands of spell circles glowed on the floor, leaving no room to walk or move. If they made one wrong step, they could end up in an even worse situation.

"Believe in them. Those three will definitely make it back."

--

Sophie suddenly found herself in a dimly lit room. The room was the same as any other in the dungeon, but a stone door closed off the exit.

"Oh deer..."

A plaque on the door read. "Challenge room: The exit opens after one hour. Good luck!"

She specialized in healing, so she had no way to break through the door. She didn't sense any monsters, but she appeared to be trapped.

"This can't be good..."

--

Wren blinked and found herself in a dimly lit corridor. Instantly, she knocked an arrow and pointed it at her surroundings. However, there were no monsters in sight.

"How in the hell are there teleport traps in this mangy dungeon?"

She furrowed her brow, but crept forward quietly, keeping an arrow at the ready.

--

Alicia teleported into a brightly lit hallway. She looked around with a frown and pushed up her glasses. "How troublesome..."

A broken stairway sat behind her, leading upwards. At least, it used to lead upwards. The Steps had caved in and only left a sheer stone slope behind. Ascending the wall of stone would be somewhat problematic.

{ Assess } She intoned an analysis spell on the stairway to learn more. [ Dilapidated stairwell. No longer functional. Connects floors 998 with 999. ]

Her eyes widened as she read the results. She was over three times as deep as the furthest explored level. Help wasn't coming.

--

Sophie sighed and looked around the room for a place to sit. She just had to wait an hour to be released from the room. However, strange objects covered the floor.

Careful to not step on any of them, she made her way to the door. Then, she pushed aside the numerous small items to make a place to sit. On closer inspection, they appeared to be long and narrow. They ranged in sizes, but most were thin enough to wrap her fingers around.

She picked up one of the strange items and examined it closer. The tip was slightly flared, and two round protuberances extended out of the base. It was soft and springy to the touch, but also very firm. She gave it a few tentative squeezes and turned it over as she examined every inch. However, as she realized what it was, her ears began to burn in embarrassment.

It was a facsimile of a penis; a toy for adult women; a dildo... All the strange items on the ground were the same. Hundreds of dildo's covered the floor, surrounding her. She blushed and dropped the toy from her hand.

"What is with this perverted dungeon! First those tentacles... Now this..."

Her heart pounded in her ears. Ever since she took a vow of chastity, the sight of tentacle monsters always made her blush. She heard tales of adventurers taming such weak tentacles as pets, and those thoughts always arose when she looked at them.

According to Alicia's analysis, she had the [ Sexually Frustrated ] status ailment. That was probably part of those strange thoughts, but none of the other priestesses had such feelings. To make matters worse, the shame and embarrassment at her state only seemed to fan the flames.

Sophie felt her nipples stiffen beneath her robes. She grit her teeth while idly rubbing her thighs together. "It's the dungeon that's perverted, not me..."

She tried to reassure herself, but her words felt hollow. She had come all this way, having to see all those perverted tentacles the entire time. Now it left her in this room with the dildos. It was as if the dungeon was trying to tell her something...

Sophie's cheeks burned even hotter. She clenched her staff with white knuckles, but underneath her robes, she gently rubbed her thighs together. She had decided to not wear any panties today, and she was sure a stain was already forming on the seat of her robes.

She shook her and tried to clear away the impure thoughts. Slowly, she took a deep breath, and that was when she noticed the faint scent in the air. A hint of strawberry hung around her. She took a deep breath, trying to identify the source. Then, her eyes alighted on it. Vents in the ceiling were pumping in pink mist.

"What is that... Poison?" Sophie grabbed her staff and swung it once. { Cure Poison }

Whatever poison it was, that ought to have cleared it away. She could cast that a few more times, so she wasn't worried about the pink mist. However, the spell did nothing to calm the blush filling her cheeks. The restless feeling between her legs remained and she silently rubbed her thighs together, waiting for the door to open.

--

Wren noticed a monster near the end of the corridor. An eyeball the size of kickball floated through the air. Its tentacles hung down, swaying beneath it.

She silently brought up her bow, drawing back the string. She narrowed her eyes, following its meandering path and where it would go next. Her years of training let her focus in on the subject, magnifying the subject to fill her field of view.

The eyeball bobbed slowly in the air and she tracked it with her bow. She made hundreds of minor changes, adjusting for air speed and velocity. In under a second, she had a perfect bead on her target, but it wasn't fast enough.

The floating eye turned towards her and she met its gaze. The whites of the giant eye swirled with unnatural color, spinning a mesmerizing vortex. In Wren's magnified vision, the flashing colors filled her entire field of view.

Her fingers slipped and the arrow shot out, whizzing futilely by the floating eye. The unexpected snap of her bow alerted Wren and she looked down at it in surprise. This single action saved her.

As she broke eye contact with the creature, she felt the full force of its psychic attack hit her. Wren's nipples stiffened beneath her top, and a restless itch grew between her legs.

"Wh-What the..." She clenched her thighs together, leaning against the wall for support. A strange warmth filled her body, flushing her cheeks and ears. "The... The enemy is..."

She stared at the ground, remembering those swirling colors. Just the memories of it fanned the flames within her abdomen. A strange anticipation tingled between her labia and just squeezing her thighs together sent a wave of satisfaction out from her hips.

"A Gazer..." She whispered the enemy's name to herself and pushed the images from her mind. She had heard of the monster before. It was one of the monsters an archer like her should never fight.

In order to hit her target she needed to look at it. However, the Gazer used psychic attacks triggered by line of sight, and she needed to see it to hit it. The monster was more eyeball than anything, and any part of its mesmerizing eye would drag her further into its clutches. As an archer, she was at a major disadvantage.

"F-Fuck..." Wren let out a shuddering sigh and forced her thighs apart. Just the shift of her panties over her sex threatened to drag away her attention. She had to finish this enemy off and do it quickly.

Lifting her bow, she focused her vision on the swaying tentacles coming out the bottom of the monster. She targeted a few fists higher, but she still saw the edges of the swirling eye out of her peripherals.

The tentacles swayed back and forth and she struggled to not follow them with her eyes. The swirling colors at the edge of her vision made her breath go ragged and her nipples stiffened painfully taut underneath her thin top. Already, her panties were a mess and she wanted nothing more than to shove her hand between her legs and rub herself silly through her skirt. However, she pushed those urges out of her mind and let loose her arrow.

This time, the arrow whistled through the air and met its mark. The monster dropped to the floor and disappeared into a haze of black smoke. It left behind a red gem the size of her fist.

"A C Rank magic crystal..." Usually, they would all fight as a group to take down a single C Rank monster. Although the Gazer was easy to kill, it was usually too dangerous to fight alone. "This is bad..."

Wren leaned against the wall for support. She squeezed her thighs tightly together, trying to relieve the strange ache between her legs. She let out yet another shuddering sigh, but just thinking about the monster reinforced its hypnotic suggestions. She had to get out of here, fast.

--

Alicia walked quietly down the hallway. Before going up, she wanted to confirm this wasn't the final floor and that no one else from her party was there. However, she only made it a little way before an open doorway stole away her attention.

A bright light shone from the room and she squinted into it. Inside was a carpeted floor, large pillowy bed, and several dressers. It looked like a posh bedroom.

"Is this some kind of safe area..?" { Analysis } She used her analysis spell on the room itself. [ Room of Glamour. Provides a safe area to recuperate, but applies a debuff over time. Gradually lowers Inhibitions and raises Libido for occupants. Effects wear off quickly after leaving. ]

"It's definitely a rest area, but slightly cursed..." Such circumstances weren't unheard of, but they were unexpected in such a shabby dungeon. "I wonder if there's anything else cursed in there..."

{ Analysis } [ Royal Bed. A sleeping device suitable for royalty of small nation-states. Magically enchanted to provide a good night's rest. Increases Charisma and Beauty of the user for twenty-four hours. Enhancements disappear when removed from the Room of Glamour. ]

"That's a magic item! What!?" For a crummy dungeon to have such a thing was unthinkable. It couldn't be looted, but it still was impressive. "I wonder if there's anything else of value here?"

She stepped inside the room and began looking around in earnest. The tapestry had enchantments to ease one's worries. The carpet helped relieve soreness of feet. Even the mirror provided temporary boosts to Charisma and Beauty just by looking into it. They couldn't be taken out, but the room was a treasure trove of undocumented magic items.

"This is amazing. I have to record this all." Alicia pulled out a notebook and began noting everything she analyzed. Eventually, she finished with the external furniture and turned to the dressers in the room.

{ Analysis } [ Wooden Dresser. Provides storage space for clothes and items. ]

"Such an amazing room wouldn't have normal furniture. What secrets are you hiding I wonder?"

Alicia always thought of herself as a reserved and calm woman, but her heart pounded in her ears. The allure of magic items was just that exciting for her. She crept up on the dresser before pulling out the drawer in a dramatic flourish.

"Aha-! H-Huh?"

Inside the dresser sat items unfamiliar to Alica. She blushed as she looked them over and picked up the first. She lifted out a skimpy leather bikini with zippers over the crotch and nipples.

{ A-Analysis... } [ Succubus Clothes +2. Greatly enhances Charisma and Sexual Appeal. ]

"Wh-Why is such a perverted item here of all places!? And it's enchanted to boot!?"

Alicia always wore plain mage robes. They were good for combat, but not much else. In comparison, the skimpy bikini in front of her was only useful for one thing. Heat rose to her cheeks as she stared at it and she quickly stuffed it back in the dresser.

"There's gotta be something else worthwhile to analyze..." She dug through the drawers, looking for something else to distract her. She eventually wrapped her hand around a strange wand-shaped object. "Aha!"

She pulled the white wand out and waved it in the air. It was thicker than her wooden one, but the material was strange. It was hard, but light. She quickly used a spell to analyze it.

{ Analysis } [ Vibrating Wand. The head vibrates at high speeds to massage the user's sensitive areas. Permanently lowers Inhibition on orgasm. Permanently raises Libido on orgasm. Effectiveness doubles when used through clothes. ]

Alicia's ears burned in embarrassment. "This is... It's a..."

It wasn't unheard of for mages to use sonic magic to make their wands vibrate. Just the other night, she used sound dampening magic and played with her wand while the others slept. However, this magical device's soul purpose was that, and what was more...

"It can be taken outside the room..." Like the clothes, there was no rule that it couldn't be taken outside the room. Alicia wouldn't be caught dead owning that risque lingerie, but this white wand was discrete enough that she might be able to hide it from the others.

As she stared at it, her cheeks flushed and her warmth spread through her chest. This magic item was definitely cursed, but she wanted it so bad...

"I-It'll be fine. I won't use it in the dungeon. I'll just wait till I get back out. Something of this level is probably fine to keep..."

She discreetly tucked the wand into her robes pocket. The device stood out through her pocket, but she couldn't help it. She would worry about that if and when the time came. For now, she had some good loot, so she just had to focus on getting back out of the dungeon.

Alicia turned to leave, but then heard voices echoing out from the corridor. Her eyes widened and she quickly ducked into the corner of the room, hiding. She didn't recognize the voices, and there probably weren't any humans this deep in the dungeon.

--

Sophie took slow deep breaths. Her nipples had stiffened beneath her robes. They pushed through the thick fabric. Below her, she felt her arousal staining her robes, and she cursed herself for not wearing any panties.

"S-Something is off..."

At first, she blamed her arousal on the countless dildo's around her. She even thought it might have been the sight of all those perverted tentacles she saw. However, the strange feelings were clearly unnatural.

"Mm-!"

Sophie let out a small whimper as she rubbed her thighs together. Just the feeling of her labia rubbing sent a shiver of satisfaction through her hips. Her cheeks were unbearably warm, and her breath came in shaky sighs.

The pink mist continued rolling in through the vents. It collected around her, creating a dense fog of pleasant strawberry scents. Whatever the poison was, it was getting thicker.

{ Cure Poison } She desperately cast the spell again, but it made no improvement. It was as if it was saying that her current situation wasn't the result of any poison.

"Mmnh..." She let out another frustrated mewl. Using her staff, she scratched at her nipples. Even through her thick robes, the sensation drew a sigh from her lips. Just the hard wood rubbing against the peaks of her chests felt too good to ignore.

Her staff clattered to the ground and Sophie grabbed her chest with both hands. She shouldn't be doing this, it wasn't right, but it felt so good. She squeezed her breasts through her robes, pinching her nipples.

"F-Fuck..."

She pulled roughly at her chest and let out a moan. She scratched, rubbed, and pinched at the peaks of her chest, relieving the unnatural itch underneath. The more she grew aware of it, the more uncomfortable her scratchy woolen priestess clothes felt. Without thinking, she pulled off her robes and tossed them to the side. With direct access to her chest, she licked her fingers and stroked her areola in slow deliberate circles.