Unfortunately, yes.

The strange creature drags you further into the woods, away from the path as your struggling diminishes. Your struggles are little more than for show at this point; you know that you're not strong enough by yourself to get free and the undulating tentacles between your legs are sapping even your desire to resist. The tentacles under your shirt coil around your breasts, squeezing them roughly but making you gasp into your "gag". You can feel your panties clinging to your body, drenched by your own wetness.

Out of the corner of your half-closed eyes, you see movement in the bushes at the far side of the clearing. At first you panic, expecting to see more tentacles emerge, but instead, stumbling out of the brush, is Kinji Kawano, a nerdy little otaku from your class. You and your friends make fun of him because, when he's not playing Dungeons and Dragons with his loser friends, Kinji is the only guy your own age who is still obsessed with Pokemon.

Still, you can't help but feel relieved to see him; your relief disappears with a sudden start as the twisting vines under your skirt rip your panties apart with no warning and plunge inside of you. Your back arches and your whole body spasms momentarily as you cry out in shock and sexual thrill. The rough, plant-like skin of the vines has drawn back exposing smooth, slippery pseudopods that thrust in and out of your already well lubricated snatch and tight but accomodating ass.

Your mind fogs and your vision blurs as the tentacle creature has its way with you. Screaming in a mix of panic and pleasure, you're only barely aware of Kinji slowly approaching you. You feel all of your muscles relaxing as the sinuous cocks work you over. You realize that Kinji is carrying that crazy looking replica katana that he drags everywhere. Maybe he's going to help you...