You Can't Help! Time To Run!

You stare at the thick, strong looking vines that are even now wrapping Ayame tighter and tighter. The ropey tendrils are slipping deeper under her clothes and, from the bushes near the back of the clearing, you can see other smaller vines worming across the ground towards the struggling girl. You remember how when they had you, you couldn't do anything to get away on your own.

"Sorry, Ayame," you shout, "But there's nothing I can do!" You decide to get away before more of the vines come looking for you.

"What! Naomi don't make jokes now," cries Ayame, "You've got to do somMMMMphh!!!!!" Her pleas are cut off as one of the smaller vines suddenly thrusts directly into her mouth, forcing her lips to shape into an 'O' around the vine.

As you back away, you can see the vine in her mouth beginning to piston in and out of her mouth, picking up speed and driving deeper down her throat with every spasming thrust. She moans into the vine as her face begins to flush. Ayame's struggling grows weaker as more vines surround her and slip beneath her clothes.

With a final **** whimper, Ayame is pulled completely away from the path and disappears out of your sight deeper into the woods. For a moment, you feel bad but better her than you, right?