"So, there I was, locked in a dungeon. When they pushed me inside, they closed the cell door and secured it with a huge slide bolt that was pink and shaped like a three-foot-long cock. I was surprised to find I had company, but even more so when the man I was locked away with explained everything. He told me we could only escape if we generated enough erotic energy to slide the bolt open from the other side of the door. My fellow prisoner told me that the more outrageous the act, the more Lushies it generated, and that this was the SI unit of the erotic energy we needed," Samantha explained.
"I bet he did," Craig laughed.
Samantha's chat with Craig began as they sat on a bench in the park that separated the flat blocks where they lived. Craig had confessed that warmer weather usually made him sleepy and that if he dozed off, she shouldn't take it personally. Samantha had laughed at Craig's comment, and his mention of sleep prompted her to talk about the dream that had disturbed her the previous night.
"Maybe you should write a book based on your dream? I'm sure people would enjoy reading about how you and your fellow prisoner conjured enough magic to slide the big, pink cock where you needed it," Craig suggested.
Samantha giggled at Craig's idea, though she was sure the story's content would be better suited to readers more interested in a cheeky laugh than in a complex plot or in wild, weird, erotic gymnastics.
"Doing the same things until you collapse in a heap, laughing, exhausted, and happy probably doesn't have mass appeal, but I'll never apologise for knowing what I like," Samantha explained.
"I'm delighted to hear that. Repeatedly scoring low points would also be my favourite way to get the big pink cock sliding and to set those trapped prisoners free," Craig replied, nodding in agreement.
"Come to my dungeon and let's see if we can shift that bolt!" Samantha suggested loudly. The idea appealed to Craig immediately.
Once inside Samantha's small terraced house, the owner outlined her plan.
"I want you to help me giggle. I'm not bossy by nature, but if I take charge, it means you can focus on racking up those Lushies," Samantha smiled.
Samantha began by asking Craig to remove all his clothes, then to help her out of hers down to her knickers.
"I love to feel a touch moving inside my undies before it gets down to serious work," Samantha explained.
Craig followed his instructions, and Samantha began laughing and making contented noises almost immediately. She also whispered 'thank you' as Craig's fingers slipped into her knickers.
Samantha was delighted to learn that Craig was happy to continue with whatever task she'd set until further instructed.
"I don't need to tell you it's nice; you can hear that my body approves," Samantha said dreamily.
Samantha knew she could ask Craig to intensify his efforts or to offer something different whenever she felt she needed to, but that was precisely why she didn't.
"It might take forever to rack up enough Lushies to move the pink cock if we stay as we are, but I'm not sure it would be a disaster. I might suggest awarding more points for something this nice once the door's open, but I'm not in the mood to complain to anyone about anything right now," Samantha giggled.
Craig continued to circle his touch slowly inside Samantha's body, exactly as he had been. Samantha's stroll along Arousal Avenue left her needing to suppress the urge to thrust against Craig's fingers, yet there was something compelling about resisting her hunger and savouring the pleasure of her mounting excitement.
"Sliding bolts with slow, slithering strokes," Samantha purred.
"My pink bolt's a world away from being two feet long, but it's going to burst into flames and set off the sprinklers if it gets any hotter in here," Craig confessed.
"My cunning plan has been rumbled," Samantha gasped, telling Craig to activate the sprinkler in his pink sliding bolt, even though she knew it would increase the heat rather than reduce it.
Samantha's enthusiastic work activated Craig's sprinkler, soaking her breasts as she laughed.
"That bolt's stiff, isn't it? I'm going to have to make sure it moves more easily from now on," Samantha giggled, her cum-drenched body shuddering with pleasure.
The combined joy of feeling Craig's busy fingers while wearing the contents of his cock sent Samantha's body into a loud, intense release. As her cries rang out, her body buckled and her mind filled with sweet mayhem.
Samantha was surprised by the intensity of her climax, but she was more focused on enjoying it than on analysing it. Dungeons and bolted doors had never been this much fun to think about beforehand, yet they were her sole focus as she writhed and moaned in a sea of crashing erotic waves.
Having discovered the way to escape the dungeon, Samantha was taking no chances and felt it was wise to keep sliding the bolt repeatedly after her first successful attempt. Craig's bolt moved well, though it became very stiff whenever Samantha touched it.
The transformation of Samantha and Craig's nightmare dungeon into a grown-ups' playroom would have been a makeover worthy of a daytime TV show, but it was for their eyes only.
Records show it took one hundred Lushies of erotic energy to open the dungeon door. Samantha and Craig decided it was more fun to discuss new ways to acquire them than to complain about how little others sometimes valued their high-scorers.
Samantha still has dreams that occasionally disturb her sleep, but only in a good way. Luckily, Craig is there to help her overcome any restlessness they cause and to help Samantha make sense of anything that needs to be experienced in the real world for evaluation.
