No.

You pant with each laboured step you take.

Your penis is now permanently sheathed within its hollow tentacle prison, your ass penetrated by another tentacle and now resides deep within your body.

Your eyes are closed, your rubber hood has shrunk and stretched tightly over your face, blinding and muffling any sound you make.

A new thin tentacle forms at your lips and forces its way into your mouth and expands, opening your jaw painfully wide before it coats your tongue with rubber and gags you.

You try to flex your hands but they have been pushed into fists and are balled up, useless inside the latex mitts around them.

You feel your mind slowly blanking out at the latex infects your body with unrelenting pleasure.

Hopelessly lost, the last steps you take are towards a hollow section of a tree trunk, one infested with rubber vines of various sizes.

As you cry out within your confines in a tremendous orgasm wrenched from your body by your traitorous robes, the vines gently wrap around your rubber body and pull you in to itself, melting you slowly, very slowly into the latex tree.

Unable to even comprehend anything now, all you can do is melt in the continuous orgasmic bliss **** upon you by the latex forest.