Word abuzz among lesbian communities of a maze within a dorm in Les Spirites City, CA. Annually, a gem of considerable value was placed within. Lesbians adventurous enough to penetrate the secrets of this maze could claim it. The wealth of one precious stone was enough to fund their ascent into wealth and luxury, buy a skyscaper, a mansion and a pool, over a dozen cars, and enough left over to buy an island.
The maze was filled with rooms, doors, and walls: all linked to apparati, otherwise known as sockets (made of a durable resin). Every lesbian was girthed with a loin guard, oval and concave in nature. It fit each socket like a glove, comes equipped with a sensor, and vibrator motor. It was possible to navigate the maze with these groin guards.
Like all mazes with a prize, this maze came with traps (nothing dangerous). A mistep could set off the motor nestled deep within a lesbian’s groin device, and render her moribund with pleasure.
Over a year ago, several lesbians penetrated the maze. Some unwitting found booby traps disguised as door sockets (which typically opened doors, provided the lesbian had her guard and inserted into the socket). They were hindered in their progress but their partners soldiered on.
As they pentrated the maze this year, a new rule was added: as it was the case every year. This year, a second groin guard, much larger was added: it changed the rules. No key or apparatus was the same. They now searched at length for the right sockets that fit their groin guard.
The lesbian with the larger groin guard was indispensable for opening rooms with a socket made for a larger key. She opened doors and rooms faster.
As her guard held a more powerful motor, her lesbian cohorts knew to look out for her.
Despite this: not enough lesbians reached the end of the maze.
The game ended this year with no winners. An enormous fortune remained in the hands of the host, Jacqueline.
And the next year, resumed with the same rules with one exception. The lesbians were allowed to invent a new element of the game: and for good measure, a second prize was added.
So the lesbian treasure hunters gathered together and whispered. Relying on their wits, invented a dummy guard, which had no sensor or motor. With this groin guard, they made an uber-key. One lesbian in their party was immune to all the booby traps in the maze. She opened doors at will without fear of losing.
The pace quickened. It seemed as though they might win. As luck had it, they nearly reached the end. The lesbians run into a quadrary. Two halls to two different rooms. It meant the lesbian with the dummy guard would split from the main group.
In one hall, lesbians set off booby traps. The seductive power of their groin guard triggered, some swooned to the floor.
From beginning to end, because of the absurdity of this game, some lesbians cursed the obvious sexist element of the game (even though it was hosted by a lesbian, not a man). But the prize was great and money enormous; those who trivialized the game, trivialized their chance for an early retirement.
Less serious lesbians were less cautious. They played the game but tripped a booby trap, and then grunting and moaning under a siren song of pleasure, they swooned to the floor. Their lesbian peers moved quickly by: a prize awaited them.
They rushed to the end, two of them. They opened the door, the next, and the next. Eventually, one of them, Joceline (who had worn the dummy guard to now), understood the component behind the booby trap.
When a booby traps connected with a groin guard, it made a click sound. Some lesbians mistook it for a mechanical click. It remember Joceline of magnets clicking against her fridge.
Her own groin guard was tethered to a loin cloth tightly fitted to her waist: it was embedded magnets that held her guard firmly in place.
With rare smile, Joceline tore off her groin guard and embraced her partner, until joined at the hips. She pressed her loin cloth against her partner’s fully functional groin guard, until they both heard a click. Because her partner’s wore a working device, the groin guard of her partner activated.
Joceline left her partner moaning on the floor. Praisng herself for her ingenuity, she grabbed the gems from their pedestal and made her way back to a high-tower in Les Spirites:
where Jacqueline greeted her and for good measure, consumated the game with an evening of sex. They overlooked the beache, sweeping ocean, before Joceline took her wealth and disappeared into the night. (Some rumored she bought an island and lives there today.)
Lesbians less fortunate than Joceline had next year tried their luck at
Jacqueline’s Maze
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