Despite the seemingly unending pleasure the chair may provide you, you REALLY need to escape it. You plant your feet on the ground and push. Gaining purchase on the ground you push harder. It's working! You managed to topple the chair over and the plugs within you are dislodged!
You squeak as your pussy and ass pop free of the demanding tentacles. "Yes!" You squirm out of the chair's influence and collapse on the ground nearby.
As you stop to catch your breath over the number of powerful orgasms extracted from your body, you caress your poor abused pussy with a hand, your body shuddering at the over sensitised core of your body. A spot of movement catches your eyes though and you yelp in surprise as you see a tentacle from the chair is trying to grab you!
You quickly roll away and watch with regret, wondering what it would be like to be 'caught by the chair again and pulled back into its everlasting grip. Before long though the chair seems to give up and all the tentacles retract back into the chair. It props itself back up in the centre of the clearing once more, but it seems to be positively glowing from the energy you fed it!
Sighing with regret you slowly you get to your feet. Feeling very naked but not ashamed, you don't mind the fact at all that you can't find your clothing anywhere.
"Hmm that perverted chair probably ate them!" You raise your hands and caress your pert breasts gently at the thought.
Breathing deeply once more you also realise your drunken stupor has vanished, leaving you clear headed. Unfortunately that is somewhat counteracted by the huge increase in lust you now feel.
"Time to get out of here."
Giving the nasty but absolutely wonderful chair a wide (and ****) berth, you find a gap in the shrubbery and continue on down the path.
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