Still trapped by the monster

When you wake you again, the first thing you notice is the now-familiar sensation of your asshole, pussy, and mouth stuffed by tentacles. For a moment when you open your eyes, however, the can't see anything. As your eyes finally adjust, you see why. Though you can't move your head, when you look as far to the left or right as you can you see your arms and legs splayed out and held securely behind you. All the way up to your armpits and upper thighs are completely wrapped in slimy tentacles, preventing you from moving at all. A strange sensation on your nipples turns your attention to your chest. A tentacle with a suction cup tip latches itself to each of your tits, constantly pulling on your erect nipples. An unfamiliar warmth is dripping down your inner thighs. In front of you, a swarm of tentacles mostly blocks your view of the outside, but a few streams of light are trickling in. If you squint hard enough, you can just barely make out patches of trees and bushes.

You don't get much more time to try and examine your surroundings, though, as the tentacles in your pussy and ass swell. The tentacle filling your throat muffles your moans as you feel hot liquid flood your womb and bowels simultaneously. The heat and fullness overwhelms you again and your body responds by giving you another orgasm. Your body tenses up against your restraints, still trying to do anything it can to release the waves of pleasure washing over you. Your pussy walls squeeze against the tentacle pressed against your cervix, trying to coax as much out of it as you can. You feel slightly bloated as you come down from your orgasm, which slowly recedes as the tentacle cum begins slowly trickling out of you.

As your moans subside, your captor begins moving. The tentacles hiding you away slide over each other. You hear the familiar sounds of metal sliding across metal as you feel the monster's weight shift. You try to voice a plea for help as you hear a party of adventurers yelling to each other while in combat with your tormentor. Your words are silenced, however, by the tentacle in your throat dumping a load of hot cum straight into your stomach. You should be disgusted by the **** meal, but instead the sensation is soothing, perhaps even a bit pleasant.

You begin hearing the sounds of swords tearing flesh just before another orgasm rolls through you.