Feign eating and drinking to trick the wugs

Your hunger and thirst are overwhelming, but you resist the temptation to accept the green wug's hospitality and decide to outwit the little green wug. He's clearly attempting to poison you to take back to his village, but if you play along you might be able to get close and rescue the other human women taken to the village.

You grab a handful of berries from the prepared feast and pretend to eat them. You make a show of greedily devouring every morsel laid out for you, but each time you allow most of the food or creamy milk to spill out of your mouth. Even still, you can feel a hint of the powerful poison they intended for you. Your body feels warmed and pleasant as though you are quite drunk. It doesn't take much effort to slur your words.

"Thanksh!" you salute the wug and pretend to cram berries into your mouth.

The wug watches you eating and does not seem to realize most of the food is ending up on the ground. You pretend that the **** has taken effect, swaying from side to swide as you pour enother cup of the creamy, cold milk into your mouth and allowing it to spill from your lips down your chin. Your breasts are drenched in the cold cream and the wug, though its face is froggy and alien, seems to smile.

At last, you slump to the ground, pretending to fall asleep from the poison. After a few minutes the wug pokes you with its finger, then croaks something in the language of the wugs. You hear movement all around you and open one eye just enough to see the wugs coming out of the jungle to stand in a circle above you. They reach down and immediately begin touching you, stroking your face, squeezing your breasts and running their webbed hands down to your ripe buttocks. They begin to undress you gently and, though you feel a thrill of shame and fear, you passively allow them to take off your clothes.

Your breasts spring free from your blouse with a pop of buttons and one of the wugs grabs your tits in its rbbery hands. The wugs crowd around and croak excitedly, running their hands from your face down your breasts and between your creamy thighs. Their cold fingers on your sex send a shiver up your spine that the wugs mistake for **** excitement. You can smell their musty aroma, like swampwater and bullfrogs. Through your slitted eyes you see the ridged pink stickiness of their pricks, already aroused and dripping with honey-colored liquid from their contact with the warm flesh of your human body.

You are rolled onto your back and you do your best to flop like a ragdoll. You bite your lip to keep from gasping at the feel of a wug's tongue at your slit, ravishing your tender mound and squirming into your depths. Despite the revulsion you feel at being touched in this way by the frog-like wug, its tongue still manages to achieve the desired effect. Your cunt swells, your clit hardens and throbs with pleasure, and your tongued crease begins to drip its liquid down the crack of your ass.

As one wug tongues your increasingly aching sex another turns your head to the side and kneels beside you. Through your slitted eye you are confronted with the sight of the wug's cock, stiff as a dagger and aimed at your face. The wug grips its meat with one hand and guides its dripping fuckmeat towards your slightly parted lips.

Your choice is simple, continue the ruse and allow the wugs to have their way with you, or leap up and hope the surprise you achieve gives you the advantage you will need to best four, no, five wugs in combat.