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As Mario blasted off to the Dusty Dune Galaxy, Rosalina watched in wonder. She was thankful for Mario for helping rebuild her Comet Observatory; power was slowly returning to the home of herself and her Lumas. She wanted to help Mario on his quest for his special one.

Observing the planet, she found a small pile of yellow bricks that looked suspicious. Descending to the planet to investigate, Rosalina finds it is an entrance to an underground dungeon. A sign was posted over the entryway:

“Behold the Majestic Maze of Mmmphis. Once you enter, you cannot leave by whence you came. The way back will be sealed behind you, but the exit will always be in front of you. Choose the doors wrong, and your journey will be progressively perilous.”

Pondering the meaning of the sign, Rosalina descended the stairs, wall-fastened torches lighting her way. At the bottom was a small room constructed with the same yellow bricks. There were three doorways, one on each wall. Each path was covered in a black magic mist, denying any light or sight. Sensing the essence of the Star, she took the doorway to the right, cautiously traversing through the mist. Stepping through the doorway, she found the exact same room, with three more identical, black-misted doors on the wall.

Turning around, Rosalina found the door was gone — only a solid wall remained. Pushing on the wall, she found it had no give; it was as if the door was never there. “This must be what the sign meant,” she said aloud. “No going backwards; I must continue forward until the end.”

Taking the middle path this time, she felt sand in her toes. Looking down, she gasped — her dress and shoes were gone. She was in her blue bra and panties. The mist dissolved her clothes. “Was this the ‘peril’ the maze spoke of?” she said to herself.

Embarrassed, she enter the left opening. She felt tiny little stings on her body… to which horrified Rosalina. Looking down again, she was now naked; her underwear had vanished. A gust of wind sprinkled sand all over her naked body. She instinctively covered herself with her arms and crouched in the corner of the room.

She began deep breathing, calming herself. No one was around; Rosalina was alone. She stood up and examined each door carefully, hands on her hips, showing off the entire glory of her body. The doorways were outlined with pictographs and ancient writings. The markings were the same for every door, leaving Rosalina with no way to tell which one was correct. Randomly choosing the middle path, she knew she had to finish the maze in order to leave.

Emerging the other side, Rosalina found nothing changed. Still naked, but she didn’t feel any different. She took the right hallway, and nothing changed. Letting out a sigh of relief, Rosalina thought things were going her way.

Walking confidently into the next room, Rosalin felt her hands scrunch up. She looked down and found they were locked into a pair of round leather gloves that forced her hands into fists. She examined the gloves — there was no buckle or fastening device; they just appeared on her hands. She tried biting at the gloves, but the leather was too strong; the gloves weren’t going to come off easily. They were powder blue, like her dress. Rosalina scowled, thinking the maze was mocking her.

After fiddling with her gloves to no avail, Rosalina sighed. She had no choice but to press forward, the sand-filled wind reminding her of her lack of modesty. She stood in the middle of the room, looking at each door with trepidation. Apparently the maze had more in store for her, and she was reluctant to see what else might happen. With a resigned sigh, she entered the doorway on her left.

Exiting the mist, she felt a tightening around her extremities. She looked down and saw blue leather cuffs around her wrists, upper arms, thighs and ankles with large, silver rings. Rosalina also felt something around her neck. An awkward grope with her hobbled hands revealed she was wearing a collar, as if she was some sort of dog. Just like her gloves, there were no buckles — they were smooth straps, almost as if they were fused to her. She began to get nervous, anxious at what else the maze had to offer.

She didn’t have to wait long — after the next doorway, she stumbled a bit, a sudden shock to her nether regions. She looked down and found a chastity belt was locked onto her, as blue as the rest of her bindings. She felt a couple of invaders — one in her pussy and one in her asshole — and they were causing her considerable discomfort. She tried shifting the belt a little, hoping a bit of a reprieve from the plugs.

As she stood in front of the next three doors, hesitating on what to do next, the plugs inside her powered on. Rosalina screamed out as she was forced to her knees thanks to the vibrating plugs inside her. She collapsed on the ground as her pussy and asshole were assaulted. She rolled around on the ground, her mind blank. She instinctively bucked her hips and awkwardly groped at her tits, her inner erotica coming out.

Before she could climax, the plugs stopped. Rosalina’s eyes shot wide open and she yelled. “No! No! Noooo!” Rosalina clawed at her chastity belt, desperate for release. She laid on the sand, punching the ground like a child on a tantrum, cursing at the plugs.

She took a few moments to collect herself, then stood up. She didn’t care anymore — she just wanted out. The sign said there was always an exit. If she has to, she’ll endure whatever else the maze has to offer, and just deal with it back at the Observatory.

Walking through the next door at random, Rosalina felt her jaw ache. Touching her mouth she found she now had a ballgag lodged in there. She tried to yell, only muffled murmurs coming out. The gag was huge; her jaw began to ache. She was to drooling all over her tits. Rosalina stomped her foot on the ground — she was getting exasperated at this maze and its devious pranks.

She walked through the middle door, and felt her arms behind her back — her wrist and arm cuffs were locked. The linked upper arm cuffs forced Rosalina to arch her back and thrust her tits out. She was almost completely helpless now. She struggled against her bonds, trying to free her arms. Pulling at her cuffs, Rosalina groaned in frustration. The plugs fired on, with Rosalina’s eyes going back inside her head. She fell to the ground again, twitching as the invaders toyed with her most sensitive regions again.

Rosalina moaned into her gag as she neared climax — then the plugs went silent. She screamed into her gag and kicked the ground with her feet. Rosalina was sexually frustrated and desperately wanted an orgasm. What the plugs were doing to her is nothing less than torture.

With a little effort, Rosalina got to her feet, covered in sweat with sand sticking to her body. Standing at another triple doorway, she walked through the right doorway. As she exited, she tripped and hit the ground, face first. Shaking the cobwebs from her head, she tried moving her legs to stand, but to no avail — her leg cuffs were now linked. The rings on her thigh and ankle cuffs were connected to each other with steel padlocks.

Rosalina laid on the ground, venting her frustration through her violent struggles against her immovable bonds. Her limited limbs flailed around as she tested her cuffs, begging them to open up and let her go. The sweat on her body picked up the sand as she rolled around, caking her body. Rosalina eventually tired herself out, panting hard. Lying on her side, she was meekly kicking her legs back and forth, knocking the sand around.

Rosalina struggled to her feet. The tall, blonde woman was naked, gagged, arms cuffed behind her, legs cuffed together, drool all over her breasts, and wearing a chastity belt with plugs inside. She hopped to the middle of the room, her tits and ass bouncing with every jump. Every jump caused the plugs to shift, sending tiny shivers down her spine. Her muscles ached and her head was spinning. Rosalina was tired, sore, and wanted to be free from her predicament. She hopped around the room to the middle mist-filled doorway. Rosalina took a deep breath and entered.

Rosalina fell flat on her face again, but she didn’t care — in the middle of the room was a Star, awaiting collection. Rosalina couldn’t believe it. She finally made it to the end of the labyrinth. She tried standing up but couldn’t move her legs.

Testing them, she made a heartstopping discovery — her ankle cuffs her now locked to her thighs, effectively hogtying her. The Star floated in the middle of the room, a few feet above the floor. Rosalina crawled underneath the Star, her tits and belly grinding against the sand. Once underneath, she struggled to a kneeling position, the Star within arms’ reach.

However, Rosalina didn’t have use of her arms. She meekly tried jumping from her kneeling position, barely getting a centimeter off the ground, the Star still well out of reach. Rosalina’s desperation began anew, and she started to thrash in her bonds with more energy than before. She fought and tugged at her cuffs, yelling into her gag. Rosalina was begging, praying for something to give, to let her out of this mess. The plugs turned again, this time at full power. Rosalina’s eyes went wide as her entire body tensed — the invaders working their evil magic inside her nether regions.

This time they didn’t stop. Rosalina was taken to orgasm. Her back arched, her eyes empty, mind taken over by this pleasure. She rolled back and forth in the sand, twitching as the plugs toyed with her. Her entire body tensed up before she collapsed in her bonds, finally achieving release.

The plugs didn’t stop. They took an exhausted Rosalina over the edge multiple times. Over and over, a massive wave overcame her and fried her most basic brain functions. Her mind a jumbled mess, Rosalina completely forgot about her peril, and gave into the plugs. Over and over, the plugs took her to nirvana, and her mind slowly began to melt. After more orgasms than she could count, they stopped.

Her mind was blank. She lay there for awhile, her juices seeping around the chastity belt, sweat completely covering her skin. She stared into space, completely out of it — her mind not of this world. The aches of her body slowly brought Rosalina to her senses, and she began to cry. She wanted out of this predicament. She swore she would leave the exploring to Mario, and never leave the Observatory again.

From the black fog walked in another blonde woman. Clad in a skintight blue suit, she knelt down next to the defeated captive. Her touch brought Rosalina to reality, and hope filled her eyes. Samus Aran was here — here to save me, Rosalina thought.

Her hope-filled eyes were covered in a tight leather blindfold. Rosalina’s mind was a confused mess as she felt the bounty hunter pick her up and carry her. Once she realized what was going on, Rosalina went numb, tears flowing from the bottom of her blindfold. Samus was not there to save her.

Samus was there to work a contract. She was hired to capture Rosalina. Samus carried her captive into the cargo hold of her ship and dumped Rosalina into a dog cage, locking it shut. Next to Rosalina’s cage were two other cages, both containing women, bound the same way as Rosalina. A blonde bound in pink cuffs; a brunette with yellow ones.

Samus smiled to herself — her job was complete. Rosalina, Peach and Daisy were all naked and bound — neatly packaged for the contractor. She flicked a switch on her console and the plugs in all three women fired up; a chorus of moans filling the cargo bay. Samus flashed a wicked grin.

The floor shifted as Samus began the takeoff protocol, entering the coordinates into her navigation system — New Donk City. The mayor there is paying an extremely high price for these three. Samus had her suspicions, but never questioned the client. The contract was gunna pay out enough for Samus to relentlessly chase Ridely and the rest of the Space Pirates for a very long time.