Investigate nearby pod's

Slowly regaining your conscious you look around the room you found yourself in, multiple pod’s similar to the one you found yourself stumbling out of decorated the room, a few of them empty but one was still occupied by a female, a female drow of all things, the dark-skinned and white haired elven woman was naked as the day she was born, arm’s suspended above her head, restrained by tendril’s that decorated the pod, large dusky breast’s on par with the size of yours on full display as what looked like fleshy tendril’s that surrounded her in the pod, seemingly forming a mass writhing bed as fleshy tentacle’s sucked upon the drow woman’s breast’s and examining the trapped drow further down it looked as if there were more tentacle’s writhing and pulsing as they drove in and out of the drow woman’s ass and pussy!

As the drow woman was molested by the tendril-filled pod moan’s of unadulterated bliss echoed out of her mouth, her voice silky smooth even amidst her yells of “FUCK ME!! KEEP GOING!! PUMP MY HOLES FULL!!” could be heard even behind the transparant side of the pod that was fucking the drow’s brain’s out, between her dark-skinned thighs did the unmistakable sight of the drow’s wet crotch showcasing multiple orgasm’s the tendril-fueled fucking-pod had caused her.

The other pod’s were empty and another one seemed to be opened just like yours, was there someone who had managed to escape the pod’s, was it a woman who had managed to escape the tendril’s of the pod’s that seemed to fill the purpose of fucking women into screaming orgasm’s like the fate of the drow was succumbing to?

Furthermore was the fate the drow was succumbing to the same fate you had been enduring before regaining consciousness and falling out of the pod?

As you watch the drow woman being sexually tortured? Though to you it looked and sounded like she was being sexually pleased more than anything you felt a growing wetness between your own legs and looked back to the pod you had fallen out of, the same tendril’s that were restraining and fucking the drow woman into screaming sex-filled bliss were dormant, unmoving.

You bit your lip as you looked at the show of the restrained drow woman being driven into sex-fueled screaming bliss inside the pod then looked back at the one you fell out of.

It was so tempting, to strip yourself of all your clothes and submit yourself to the hopeful screaming pleasure-filled torment that the drow was succumbing to as you gaze longingly at your recent vacated pod.