It's pulling you into itself? (Day 2 End)

You manage a slow, weakened glance back over your shoulder as you're pulled backwards. The giant mass of the beastly blob that has you prisoner is growing ever closer behind you. A cold chill runs up your spine as your back touches the unusually cold surface of the ooze after being subjected to hours of the hot and murky air of the cave all around you. Weakly, you attempt to wiggle away again, but your limbs are aching badly, and the tentacles around them are far too tight for an escape at this point. As more of the gooey mass starts to engulf your body, you make an attempt to relax, and let your eyes drift shut. Seeing your act of submission, the blob starts to pull you in a bit faster.

You start to panic again when your face starts to go under, but then you notice that you're still able to breath, and your mouth and nose isn't covered at all, yet the rest of your body is deep in the stuff. You can still feel yourself moving further into the creature, but you don't want to open your eyes in the midst of all this goop.

After a few moments, you appear to come to a stop. That's when you recall what you saw when you were first dragged into the cave. You vaguely remember a massive tube being **** into a girl that had just been pulled into the creature, and once again the surge of panic overwhelms you. However, you can't seem to move an inch, only your chest has a bit of room, but it's just barely enough to breathe. In your panic, you start to hyperventilate. Sensing this, the creature suddenly shoves something into your mouth, and a moment later, you feel a warm fluid shoot across your tongue and down your throat. Your entire body instantly starts to relax, and your breathing slows and steadies back down again. The intrusion in your mouth recedes, and moments later, you can feel some pressure nudging against your battered womanhood.

You can't seem to do anything, and strangely enough, you don't want to. The pressure down below increases, and you can feel your abused cunny lips slowly spreading apart. Whatever it is, it doesn't have much of a tapered tip, as you can feel it rapidly forcing apart your aching sex-lips. Then you remember more of what you saw before, specifically, the size of the tendril. You had guessed it had the girth of a 2-liter bottle of soda, but to you it feels like more than that.

By this point you're almost grateful for all that "preliminary pounding" you received, or else this could've been much worse. You still whimper a bit as you feel that massive intrusion finally pry you apart and sink into your body. Once inside, you feel it bump against your cervix, but mercifully, it halts there. Instead, you feel something much thinner extend from it and wiggle its way into your thoroughly cum-soaked womb. It remains there for a few moments before you then feel something in the tube pressing up against your cervix. You bite your lip as the tube suddenly thickens out and something... "round" pushes into your defiled womb and settles down.

The next thing you notice, is that the vine starts to shrink a bit, but most notably at the entrance to your battered folds, leaving a much thicker portion still stuck inside and apparently holding everything in.

For the next few hours, you can feel occasional bulges of what you assume to be the beast's seed traveling up through the tube and pouring out into your womb to re-coat whatever it put in you with its vile spunk. You can also feel the occasional tendril shove its way up your rump or down your throat to have its way with you or feed you more of that surprisingly tasty stuff from before, but most of the time, you're only half awake anyway. Eventually, you just let yourself pass out, hoping this whole mess will be over soon.