With your legs and arms tightly bound and the wings now uselessly folded up against your back your unable to even bounce off the trap as it works you over as if for its very own life.
Your clit is subjected to intensive sucking and vibration, your pussy is filled to the brim and a plug emerges behind you and slips cunningly easily into you and quickly expands out, anchoring you down.
The tentacles on the wings have a **** grip on your breasts and feel far better than they should do as they squeeze your globes rhythmically.
It only takes a few minutes before your orgasming harder than any other time in your life and scream your submission.
The trap responds by ejaculating inside your ass and pussy, filling you with a thick black fluid that leaks out and around your legs. As the fluid flows down over your legs it slowly sets and hardens into a durable rubber.
The fluid within you though is quickly absorbed into your body. Magical in nature, it energises you tremendously. You no longer feel tired and exhausted, but instead as refreshed after an eight hour sleep.
And your hornier than ever.
Again and again the trap cements its dominance over you with each orgasm you make, it's ejaculate begins to pile up around you, soon your legs and lower body are completely coated in the stuff, then after each orgasm it climbs up and claims a little more of your torso each time.
It takes several days but eventually you are totally encased in the rubber. It acts as a second, thick living skin and replicates your look down to the smallest detail, but showcases it in a very shiny black.
Kept alive, even when your face is subsumed by the stuff, you are left without any use of your senses, and thus unable to feel the trap, emboldened with each release you make, slowly push itself upwards on its hidden underground column.
It takes several weeks before the trap is satisfied with its three meters of height, safe enough for any roving humans would not be able to reach its prize. Totally encased in the traps ejaculate and turned into a living rubber statue, your privilege of being able to move even a fraction had been disallowed long ago.
Your mind, broken and unused, can only beg for more and more orgasms from the trap. The trap itself evolved over time to give its excess energy harvested from you, to its neighbouring plants and wildlife, emboldening and strengthening them to better allow them to catch any roving humans.
If any of them came across your form atop the column, they would ever guess that the wings on your back were your doom, not a symbol of salvation.
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