Much deeper in the cave

The minutes seemed to move slowly for Anne, giving her time to reflect on the situation she was in. She had made herself as comfortable as possible, hugging her knees and trying to observe something beyond the petals, but it was useless. Minutes turned into hours, and the girl began to wonder if there was a network of tunnels. At last the flower stopped, and a few minutes later the top parted slightly. Anne tried to see what was outside, but the vision had been blocked by four pink tentacles that entered the flower and headed towards her.

At first she tried to dodge them, but they were too agile, and in no time, they already had her held by her ankles and wrists. They took it out and held her upright, being able to see that in front of her, a wall that seemed to be made of pink flesh, with a bubble above it filled with some kind of fluorescent chemical, giving a yellow light to the surroundings. As they turned her around, staring at the flower, she heard an unmistakable sound, moans of pleasure from dozens, if not hundreds, of women. Terrified, she tried to break free, but her bonds were stronger.

Her arms and legs were inserted into holes that seemed to be made to measure, and once there, the tentacles withdrew. Before she could make any attempt to free herself from her, the holes of flesh tightened around her limbs, trapping her, with only her head, torso, and part of her thighs exposed, her pussy exposed. In front of her, she saw the flower, placed on four gigantic tentacles like legs, much more than those that grabbed it in the first place, move away in the dark, the bubble above it only allowed her to see the immediate surroundings of it. With some fear, she anxiously await whatever this place wants to do to her.