Before you can gain too much traction on the ground, two more tentacles whip out and surround your lower legs, pulling them firmly to the chair. You shriek in defeat as you feel the chair suddenly shift into a reclining position, laying you back and raising your feet up on its latex cushions!
Crying out again in desperation and frustration, you try to wriggle and pull at your legs to get them out from under the restraints holding them, but that only pulls you deeper onto the tentacles inside you.
Even as you are **** into another powerful climax your hands form fists and hammer at the chair, tears watering your eyes. You can't even form a coherent thought except a desire to stop the chair.
As before you squirm as the tentacle feeds off of you, and then new tentacles form around your wrists and pull them onto the arm rests!
The relentlessness of the tentacle cock within you continues its unending duty of forcing yet another orgasm from your shaking body. You feel your shaking hips stilled as a latex seat belt forms. Two tentacles grow from either side of you, meet in the middle, form a simple knot then gently tighten to further restrain you.
Slowly your mind breaks under the traps ministrations. Yet another powerful orgasm washes over your helpless form, and two fat tentacles form at your shoulders, arcing over you. You watch through teary eyes as the tips of each tentacle form a thick set of lips. They open, showing a smaller set of fat lips inside, then they close over your breasts firmly. You moan and squeal in ecstasy as you feel each of the large lips suck upon your breasts and the smaller set tug and tease your nipples.
"Oh please let me go! Just let me go.." In no time at all you are bought to another orgasm. After the chair has drunk from you you are not surprised to see a pair of sexy female latex hands form on the ends of a new pair of tentacles. The are on either side of your face and gently grasp either side of your head, stilling your movements.
"No... oh good it feels so good! So good..."
Slowly, over time, more and more tentacles form and enwrap your trapped body. Before breaking, you think none of this would have happened if you had simply not orgasmed and fed the Perverted Latex Chair what it needs; fuel to turn you into an unwilling symbiotic host for it to live off.
And then you are pulled under in the biggest orgasmic blur of your life. You exist now simply as orgasmic food for the chair. Each orgasm you submit to it makes you more of its prisoner. You can never attempt escape again, not that you would ever want to.
After some time all that remains in the centre of the clearing is a writhing mass of tentacles the barest peek of human flesh indicating a girl, sits at its very core.
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