Lara went limp. The vines that held her legs and arms in place immediately let go off her. Her swollen, heavy breasts hung under her and swung from side to side at every thrust of the disgusting appendages that invaded her entrails. Her stomach kept expanding slowly from the creatures' slimy discharge. But apart from that, Lara didn't stir.
She couldn't breath. The semen-like fluid had filled her trachea, and then, the need to breath had... disappeared. Lara couldn't move either. Once her body had been thoroughly penetrated, she had felt that dull pain irradiate from her violated orifices to the reaches of her body, and at once, every last one of her muscles had gone limp.
Her body no longer responded, but her mind remained as acute as usual. She could have been dead. She should have been dead. That thought made her mind reel. Her tomb-raiding career had made her face death time and time again. She had been beaten and bruised, she had been raped, used and abused, and she knew she could take a lot; but to have something, anything, plunge into her asshole, navigate her digestive tract and come out of her mouth... to have something fill her vagina, her uterus, with enough semen to make it bloat and expand to the point where she felt like she could burst at any moment... no, there was no way she should be able to live through that. And yet, somehow, she was alive. Alive to stare in disbelief at that grotesque flailing, goo-spewing cock-like thing sticking out of her mouth. Alive to feel her abdomen be used as a monstrous plant's semen reservoir. Alive, impotent, and thoroughly skewered...
Her situation was desperate, but Lara felt a new wave of terror wash over her when she noticed two more slithering viscous vines moving towards her. She was full, entirely full; her orifices were plugged shut; there was no way any of her openings could accommodate two of those vines at once. What would they... Rip her in half? Invade her body through... through her ears, her nose?!
The new vines moved up to her, slowly. They wrapped themselves around her arms and pulled, but she didn't budge. Bewildered, Lara felt their slimy body let go off her arms and wrap themselves around her gigantic hanging tits. Though her own body barely felt anything, the powerless female braced herself. This time, the vines pulled hard enough to cause her to jerk violently downward; the thick appendage on which she was impaled stiffened, then suddenly retreated into her mouth. Lara gasped, choked, squealed: suddenly, she could breathe, she needed to breathe! Another brutal tug on her tits made her scream in pain; her body was returning to her, as fast as the thing that had been plowing her insides was retreating. When both tentacles exited her lower body, she felt as if they had dragged her innards with them; then she fell, but the two vines were still wrapped around her breasts, and for a brief moment, they held on to her - they had won her! they had won the right to use her! - until the two horrible things that had first raped her collided with them. Lara saw the competing creatures crash into one another, the sentient vines wrap themselves one around another, trying to suffocate, or crush, or tear, or whatever such creatures do when they fight. She was suddenly set free, and she plummeted down through the foliage before the two plant-creatures could catch her. |