Reminder: Nathan is on level three of ten and has a ball weight, a tongue clip with chain to the nipples, and a nipple chain with two gems.
CHAPTER TWENTY
I stepped out of the piss pool onto warm, black marvel flooring which was full of piss streams flowing into the pool. I found myself in a maze of sorts with black hallways zig zagging around. Glowing runes of different colors lit the place.
Every few corners, the maze was sectioned by a `curtain' of piss raining from the ceiling. The walls were smooth enough for me to see the reflection of my miserable self. What was I supposed to do in here?
As I wandered through piss-curtain after piss-curtain I found myself back in the pool room which I assumed to be the center. Should I just run around until I found the exit? That seemed strangely non-painful.
After a moment's deliberation, I decided to investigate the only place I could not see – the bottom of the pool. I stepped in and held my breath. As I dove, it was of course impossible to keep piss from running into my slack open mouth but nothing forced me to swallow, so I didn't.
I tried to ignore the bitter taste and opened my eyes. There was a plug of sorts in the stone. It was easy to remove it. I broke through the surface of the pool, expecting the liquid to get drained, but instead a fountain shot up, adding to the stench and spraying me with yet more piss.
As I hurried out of the pool, I noticed that this fountain's piss tasted differently – I would have called it spicy for a lack of better terminology. I pondered this for a second and walked to a random tunnel to taste a piss-curtain. It definitely tasted different.
After trying a few more I found on that tasted just like the fountain. As I stepped through it, the curtain ceased. I had found the correct one.
I rushed back to the pool and tasted the fountain again. It was still the same taste, so I walked back to where the curtain had vanished and tried my luck with the next few. Not long before I found the second one. Most piss was a lot bitterer than the fountain's.
Eventually I found the third one, stepped through and landed in an alcove where a gem waited for me, hovering in the air. As it attached to my nipple chain, the third `gift' appeared. On my wrists and ankles I could feel and see the trusty, old shackles making a return, adding weight to me, making my movement more exhausting.
In the back wall was a familiar rune, which whirled away to reveal a staircase up.
With more weight than I would have liked I walked to the fourth floor. I wondered how the others were doing and if the boys would catch up to me.
The fourth level was totally open. I stood on a platform about twice my height of the ground, between floor and ceiling. The gem was on the other side on a similar platform. Between us was a round beam as thick as my biceps. I touched the beam with my toe. It was cool like metal, but didn't give me electroshocks – yet.
Then demonic dicks appeared along the walls – dozens of them. Clear streams sprayed from the dicks onto the beam's entire length, unceasingly. It was endless precum, making the path slick and dangerous.
I got down on all fours and crawled along, tightly clinging to the pole and sliding forward. Precum rained on me and I lost my grip, sliding off the side.
With a surprised scream, I landed hard on the precum-stained floor which tilted and made me slide along towards a hole in the wall.
I fell again, this time landing in the piss pool from level three.
I hopped out as soon as I caught my bearings. The fountain was gone, so I simply walked to where the last curtain had been.
The taste was the same as far as I could tell, but stepping through didn't make it go away. I walked back to the pool, pulled the plug a second time and held my face directly over the fountain.
Piss blew right in my mouth, but this time it tasted a lot more watery-sweet. I had to look for different curtains now. Still it wasn't that hard. I stepped through every curtain that tasted mildly sweet-ish and saw which ones vanished.
Eventually, I was back at the stairs and visited the fourth level another time.
My technique was better now. Instead of sliding on top and balancing my body, I hung down. My arms and legs were firmly pressed across each other, so it didn't matter that I found no grip on the beam as long as I kept my body tension at a maximum.
My limbs were about to give up when I arrived at the end. I sat down on the platform and rested for as long as it took until I had control of my joints again. I hoped the next level didn't require more clinging to stuff.
The gem added itself to my nipple chain weight and the next gift appeared – it was a belt around my waist. The thin, black strip felt like nothing on my skin, but then dangling orbs appeared along it and their weight distributed itself across my hips. They had to be heavier than the shackles combined.
I entered the staircase and exited on the fifth level. When I saw what it had to offer, I instantly knew it would be the floor I hated the most.