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Stephanie Dola was rummaging through her grandfather's library. Despite what most would say, she wasn't just some privileged girl without any common sense (albeit horrible at playing any sort of game). She was currently searching for a book at the behest of the kings, most likely related to one of their upcoming strategies, or just something inane to get her out of their hair for the evening. Their mindset often eluded her, so she wasn't too bothered to have an excuse to spend some time on her own. As she walked around, one of the times caught her attention. Its color was a deep crimson, but unlike most of the others which had hard leather covers, this seemed to be made of a strange glossy material. Curious, Stephanie opened it, only to find that not only were the pages made of the same stuff, but seemed to have nothing in them. As she pondered what the purpose for this book was, however, it began to come to life, tendril-like appendages growing out of the thing at a rapid rate, quickly snatching her arms before she had a chance to drop it. "Is this a joke?" was the only thing the stunned princess could utter before the substance started enveloping her body, making it hard to move or even struggle. As she tried to protest, a tendril attached to what seemed to be a mask's insides made its way to her mouth, forcing her to suck on the phallic object as it shut her up. Unbeknownst to Stephanie, it looked like the face of one of their cohorts, Jibril, though the why would be anyone's guess. As she squirmed against the slime rapidly covering her body, another tendril made its way to her privates, quickly shoving inside her pussy, fucking the girl who could only offer moans at this point. Luckily for her, it was all but done at this point. Unluckily, it wasn't letting up anytime soon. To any onlooker, it would look like Jibril, though to any who looked closer, they would notice a weird shine across her skin, almost as if she had bathed in oil, and the vacant, unchanging expression on her face. Nevermind that the woman trapped beneath had just regained her movement privileges and was trying desperately to tear the gunk off, though it didn't seem to be possible. Not helping was the dildo thing shoving itself in and off her vagina, giving her unwanted pleasure and making it hard to concentrate on escape. It didn't take long, as her squirming rubbed her body against the layer of slime and the substance made sure to fuck her silly, that she would be reaching orgasm, though it didn't seem to stop or care. All Stephanie could do was moan and cry as it had its way with her body, making her feel good despite the circumstances and making sure she wouldn't be free for a while.