You don't want to wait and find out what that is!

You try to kick your leg free of the slimy grasp, but while you're distracted even more tendrils lash around your wrists and drag you deeper into the moat. Panic begins to set in; you flail and shout desperately, gradually exhausting yourself as the tendrils wrap around you tighter. By the time you think to use Strokmier, your arms are already bound and stretched outwards, rendering it useless. With fight and flight both impossible, the realization sets in that you're doomed.

The slimy tendrils work their way under your clothes, kneading your writhing body and bathing you in sickly-sweet ooze. As you gasp for air, a thicker one forces its way into your mouth and gags you! You can't even scream as you feel a slimy feeler slide between your legs and coil around your shaft. Despite the fear gripping you, it only takes a few strokes to bring you to full erection. The inky goo being massaged into every inch of your skin makes you throb with rolling pleasure and makes your body feel useless and heavy.

With each stroke, what little resistance you had left crumbles, giving way to a **** need to cum. The tendrils squirm and throb around you, grinding between your legs and over your chest and stomach constantly - but never stimulating you enough to bring you to orgasm. The tentacle lodged in your mouth swells and pushes deeper, overwhelming your tongue and nostrils with its sweetness. As you twitch and groan in pleasure, you are slowly dragged under the surface of the moat. Whether you'll drown in water or pleasure first... no one can say.