Round 175

The grinding plates stop their slow convergence just inches apart—trapped between them forever unless they move quickly. The pulsing hum fades to background vibration as heavy footsteps resume downstairs, something large and multi-legged climbing the stairs slowly one step at a time. Halie backs into the corridor entranceway, her good hand already reaching for the door mechanism that might or might not actually open anymore—fingers clumsy but functional still.

The creature rounds the corner downstairs—a massive centipede-like thing with too many legs and eyes glowing like the walls', each segment covered in pulsating flesh that breathes in sync with the humming vibration filling the air. It stops at the bottom of the stairs watching them both, multiple mouths opening and closing soundlessly while more voices echo through the stone: "Your friend descends further... We have measured her corruption spread... You remain here to observe our methods..."

Jeane descends fully now, arcane flame resistance down to 21%—maintaining altitude above the plates is no longer possible with remaining energy reserves. She positions herself between the creature and Halie, wings spreading instinctively despite knowing they won't help against whatever this thing can do. The centipede-thing crawls forward slowly, each segment leaving a trail of fresh organic tissue that immediately begins growing into more wall material—expanding its domain further.

Halie activates the corridor door mechanism with her good hand, relief flooding through her as the stone slab begins sliding closed between them and Jeane's confrontation. The opening narrows rapidly, Halie's face visible through the shrinking gap—she mouths something that might be "good luck" or "I'm sorry" before the slab seals completely with a final grinding thud. The walls begin closing again between Jeane and the creature, plates shifting back into crushing position while she stands directly between them.

The centipede-thing speaks again as it continues crawling forward: "We will now demonstrate our methods for containing your arcane energy..." Its front segments split open revealing dozens of writhing tentacles tipped with various organic attachments—some clearly meant for penetration, others covered in suction cups or barbed tissue. Jeane backs away instinctively despite knowing there's nowhere to go—the walls are already 2 feet from crushing contact and closing fast.

The creature lunges forward with all tentacles extended simultaneously, the air filling with wet slapping sounds as dozens of organic attachments impact Jeane's body—tentacles wrapping around her limbs, others seeking entry through any available orifice. She screams as the first few penetrate, arcane flame resistance dropping another 10 points from the sudden overload of sensation and pain mixed together. The walls continue closing despite her struggles between tentacles now completely immobilized.

The creature speaks again through multiple mouths opening and closing in sync: "Your arcane energy is delicious... We will consume it slowly over many hours..." More tentacles penetrate deeper—some sliding into her ass and cunt simultaneously while others wrap around her throat choking off air supply. Jeane's vision begins to blur from lack of oxygen mixed with the overwhelming sensation of being used as a fucktoy by an entire wall come to life.

The walls stop closing at 6 inches apart once again—Jeane trapped between them in a standing position while the creature continues its assault from both directions simultaneously. Her arcane flame resistance drops below 10% functional now, every tentacle penetration sending fresh waves of agony mixed with unwanted pleasure straight to her core. The thing fucks her relentlessly while speaking in that multiple-voice chorus: "Your friend has descended further... We will process you separately then combine results for optimal corruption spread..."