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Chapter 11 by Coy-toy Coy-toy

Can you do anything to stop them?

Do you even want it to stop?

At first you try to scream, flail, beg, anything to get away from this tentacle horror you find yourself trapped in. Your screams are quickly extinguished into muffled cries as another vine pushes into your mouth, silencing you as it thrusts deeper in. The two at your other waiting holes join, pushing pasts the entrance to stretch and fill your holes as much as they can.

Little do you realize the skin on all these vines produce a thin sticky sap that penetrates your skin with two effects. The first is any surface it contacts slowly but increasingly becomes sensitive to every touch, so that any sensation quickly turns from bad to hood to overwhelming. The second starts as soon as it’s entered your mouth, as injesting the sap acts as a potent aphrodisiac, both quickly increasing your arousal while making you desire more and more pleasure. The two effects quickly work in unison, as without you realizing it in the mass of vines you slowly transform from panicked trapped girl to horny lewd slut, moaning at every sensation, grinding back against your intruders. You become so enthralled you don’t notice where the vines are lifting and dragging you to .

Where are you brought to?

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