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Elven Pride [Futa, Tentacles, Mindbreak] (Biles x Hapto)

((Sorry about the delay. I had some mental priorities to deal with first.))

The body heat was intense and it was building up between her legs which was turned into a sexual shrine for the lewd and disgusting nightcrawlers. Never before had she had to endure such humiliation and the painful reality of having her most sacred and private parts be pillaged and ravaged by lowlife and unintelligible bottom dwellers. The painful sensation of having to be denied to cum till the last minute was unbearable for the futa and the worms didn't care about her well being as long as they could be ordained with the honor of tasting the sweet milky nectar from the most beautiful and tastiest futa they have ever encountered. Such a fine specimen was in their possession and they made all the effort to suck her dry until she could spit out no more love juice.

Her dick was agonizing and at a brief moment when its purple lips of her cumslit was forced open, it appeared to be screaming out in pain as it was covered in sweat, semen, and slime. Several times the futa elf proved to be very resilient and full of stamina as she vaginally bursted in orgasm over and over again. The worms had difficulty trying to cling onto the ground closest to her vaginal opening because of the greasy mixture of her sex juice but it was only a minor setback. The rock below her was stained with the strong scent of her sex, but the juices had appeared to look like it evaporated when in fact every last drop was absorbed by the mass of worms and nightcrawlers.

The elf's pre filled up to the brim of her cumslit as the worm which had took its sweet time in priming up for this moment began scrunch itself slowly towards the base of her shaft and forcing her cock to bend naturally by tugging hard on her foreskin and making her cumslit wide enough. The pre leaked out and dropped onto the floor causing the worms to let out much louder shrills. The futa elf was to fallen off her high horse and taught a humility unlike anyone has every experienced before. Her beautiful cock, once the pride of her vanity was now reduced to a cock utter and beaten to submission under the crontrol of the lowlife maggots and worms.

As she had to bare witness to this spectacle, the elf's cry for release was a sign of victory for the worms and nightcrawlers. The prized milk they had all been yearning rained down from her entrapped cock spraying everywhere on the swarm. The worm around the base of her shaft wiggle and pulsated its body to send jolts of pleasure to ripple through the elf's thick throbbing flesh so that each volley had as much momentum as the first. Much like a swarm of maggots engorging on rotting flesh, these horrible and disgusting creatures lewdly bathed in the elf's bitter sweet spunk. The elf had witnessed her great demise and downfall. Was she being punished for her vain and arrogant pride? Or did she happened to be an unexpected victim in the wrong place?
 
((np, and likewise, but all done now - on with the show))

She feels so utterly exhausted and spent, her body lifeless and unresponsive. But between her legs still thrives with life. She hates this, loves this, hoping only that when her body finally gives out completely, maybe then it will stop. Please gods make it stop. But the effects of the fruit and medicine still linger in her, the cursed medicine keeping her skin soft and new, denying her even the release of pain to cloud the pleasure. While the fruit keeps her pussy constantly wet and ready to burst in orgasm after orgasm. "Please" she begs with the last of her voice, "please, I'll do anything. I'll do anything. Please stop."

For a moment, her prayers seem answered. The creature on her clit, bloated, engorged and lethargic, finally lets her go. She weakly smiles, thanking every deity she can think of. Her hope still strong. Still breakable.

Her eyes fly open again, three more of the creatures convering on her swollen clit, all wrapping their thin tongues around her as they fight over her, sending jolts through her body as they thrashing her clit between their wet embraces. One manages to get it's mouth over her, and desperate to stay it starts sucking so hard, the other tongues still thrashing and stroking her clit about within the sucking and tugging mouth. It's so good, even better than before, as she feels every lick and suck of the creatures engulfing her pussy. Her body still lethargic, her back barely arches off the ground, her breasts and achingly hard nipples rising with her trapped breath as what's left of her strength tenses, her orgasm building, building, then releasing, her breath and fluid exploding out of her again with every single contraction. She hears their pleased shrill, wincing even before she feels them renew their attack, no strength left to struggle against the unbearable pleasure of another forced orgasm building.

This isn't going to end. And thanks to the fruit and medicine, her cock is still hard and throbbing within the worm's patient embrace, her balls already tensed and full, ready to cum again. She can't even speak anymore as her pussy gets closer and closer, as she thinks: 'please - stop - if you - keep - going - I'll - I'll - I'll --'
 
Though the elf was grateful that she finally got the purge she desperately needed, much of the aphrodisiac effects from the fruit she had eaten worn off but very few residual trace still remained in her system. The nightcrawlers reveled in their victory in conquering their dominance over one of the most highly intelligence species in their midst but still craved and yearned to nurse on their prized capture and further dethrone the elf from her pride. What was left of the aphrodisiac presented this opportunity to the worms and lowly maggots and larvas. The bandages which wrapped around the elf's limbs began to pulsate affecting her muscles to the point that she would feel a tremendous amounts of tingling numbing sensation.

Though she was able to move her arms and legs, there was not enough strength with which to fight off the worms and maggots eagerly wanting to milk her once more. As the elf was easily able to climax vaginally, one of the two big worms remained, the one that was still attached to her dick. With a hard erection still persistent, the worm coiled up to her worn out glans and began to lap and kiss her sensitive cumslit, making puckering squealing sounds trying to scoop up what semen it could suck out from her sore member. The futa elf was not ready to be let go entirely. Her body was still generating pheromones out into the air to taunt and tease the swarm of nightcrawlers that she wanted to be mated.

The futa elf didn't want go through yet another painful orgasm but her body was not responding to her will at all, it continued to release more pheromones and inviting those who had violated her to do so once more. This time, the swarm began to amass and penetrate her soaking hot snatch. Each larvas and maggots were different in size and shapes, some were slugs while others were worms. They all started to crawl inside her and occupy every square inch of space of her inner walls determining to suck every delicious juice from within. The rest of the swarm had their interest on the elf's other sex. Yet, they would have to contend with the big worm. The nightcrawlers eagerly crawled on top of their brethren to reach the base of her shaft and eventually crawl and slither on the length of her member.

Slowly, every surface available on her tender meat were being assaulted by hungry orifices that latched their tight sealing lips and began to suck and taste her delicious cockmeat. Eventually, the elf's thick cock was slowly being engorged and engulfed by what looked like a living condom. Hundreds upon hundreds of tiny pang tingling sensation rippled on every surface of her member as a result of the parasitic leech-like mouths. The only part of her dick that was completely exposed was her glans. Instead of a condom, it was more like an organic living cocksleeve. A couple of other large maggots began to crawl on the living cocksleeve to reach the tip, but the big worm began to fight with them, hissing and growling at them.

As these titan worms fought one another. The tiniest maggot larva took advantage of the situation as it slowly crawled along the frenum and with its ribbed body, it started to wedge its length along the crevice of her cumslit, stimulating the sensitive nerve areas before curling up in a ring fashion within the mouth of her penis. With its tail stuck down her urethra, it began to pulsate slowly, sending a surge of what felt like tiny electrical impulses, but was merely the tail expanding and contracting.
 
(sod, I'm so sorry, for some reason I thought I'd already posted and was waiting for you when I was the one who hadn't posted. :S derp)

She no longer has a voice to moan as the large worm starts moving on her dick, sliding down her length, or to cry as it starts licking and sucking on her swollen glans once more. The pleasure feels so good it almost hurts, her head throbbing within it's passionate attention, making her length start to get harder again. She's focusing so intently on her dick, trying to will herself not to get fully hard, not to let it all start again, that she almost forgets her pussy drowning in the many mouths of the ever-frenzied crawlers. Until she suddenly throws her head back, wordlessly screaming as they dive inside of her. She feels every fold of her sensitive insides thrashed and licked and sucked by all the many worms spiraling over each other and passionately caressing every part of her, her pussy feeling so full of all their desperate pleasure inside and out.

She breathes and cums violently hard, but only expels a few, her contractions clamping down on the rest of their many sucking mouths, making them wriggle and thrash more, frenziedly licking all the fluid from every fold inside her oversensitive pussy as her contractions and their hunger drive them deeper inside of her.

The desperate pleasure reaches up to her cock, as the rest of the creatures start to engulf her quickly hardening length, wrapping themselves and their tongues and mouths around every inch of her cock as it swells harder within them as the large worm keeps licking and sucking her head. No, please no, she can't get fully hard again, can't go through it all again - her dick tenses fully erect, the creatures shrilling victory as their mouths dive around her sensitive skin. She finally manages one full breath again as she feels the large worm let go of her head, barely hears it hissing and growling at the others, before her hips start trying to recoil back from pangs of sharpest, bittersweet pleasure, her butt slamming back against the ground with every intense jolt shooting down from her head, not knowing what it is or how it's making her whole length even more sensitive within the crawler's embrace. She manages one hoarse cry as the large worm returns to nursing her head, making her feel the jolts even more every time it's tongue spirals over her.

Her arms are still numb within the bandages, but she feels her muscles tingling, praying it's with some last vestige of forgotten strength. She lifts her shaking arms, and with the greatest effort manages to fall them onto her member, grabbing onto some of the worms and crawlers, trying to pull them off, wincing as they suck harder to stay attached to her. But she still hopes she can do this: she can pull them off, get all these filthy things off her. She believes can beat them, all of them, that she can be free.
 
((No problem, that's why we subscribe to threads we RP in. I too have been busy as well trying to 'multitask' not to mention having some internet problems hehe.))

The elf's dick belonged to the lowly maggots and she was forced to watch as her cock was being slowly devoured painfully by the greedy slithering parasites. Her cumslit turned to an even darker color as its mouth was wedged open by the tail of the tiny maggot seeking to make its new home inside her dick like a true parasite to feed off any cum that came along its path. As her cock hardened and grew much stiffer, it's growth expanded her length allowing more worms and larvas to latch onto the newly exposed surface of her member. Since their feeding frenzy was at an all time high, there was not a single second where any of her skin was exposed. Now as the elf was exerting what energy she had available to drop her hand on her lap, she attempted to scrape some of the worms and leeches off her cock.

Somehow with some force of exertion, the futa elf managed to drop her hand on top of her member in an attempt to scrape the worms off her dick. However in doing so, the sensation of feeling tiny suckers popping off from her skin very tightly was sent rippling through her meat. Unfortunately as she managed to scrape some of it, more worms immediately began to occupied the exposed fleshy skin making the elf waste more energy in her attempt to ward off the parasites. This time, the newcoming worms started to suck on her flesh even harder. Then something started to happen. The mass of worms started to work in sync creating this single organic entity that completely covered her length. They started to pulsate in motion creating a ring of pressure that started to oscillate up and down her length. The living cocksleeve was now trying to jerk her off once more. The big worms however were still busy fighting one another but the largest of the worm who had feasted on the elf's dick won out.

As its reward for claiming what was rightfully its own, the worm opened its ghastly maw and began to seal its amoeba-like mandible lips over the neck of her dick and decompress its oral cavity to suck tightly around her shiny glans. Once inside, the elf would feel the hot juices wash over her tip with the tongue licking and teasing her sensitive tip. Inside her urethral pipe, the tiny maggot slowly squirmed and inched its way deeper towards the base of her shaft where it reached a splitting duct each leading to both her orbs of flesh and began to embed itself on the inner walls closest to the ventral side. There, it began to insert follicle protrusion to gain access to any nearby nervous systems that networked throughout her entire dick.
 
Her attempts to free herself are only making it worse. Her weak hands shake more and more and her lips gasping louder with every sucker she detaches, giving her an inch of peace before her hoarse moans growing louder as a new mouth dives into the gap, sucking harder to keep it's stolen place. All while she feel something inching it's way deeper inside of her, jolting bittersweet pleasure back to her butt. But there's nothing she can do about that, so she keeps trying to free herself, every creature she detaches replaced by one more frenzied, making everything worse.

Her hands fall as her hips buck up into them and the suddenly focused pleasure. All the creatures start moving as one, their mouths pushing in, pulsing a tight wet ring of pressure and pleasure down her length to her sucked head, then all the way back to her tensing balls, before starting again. She feels like her whole length is sliding back and forth inside something so wet and tight, kneading and sucking her in as it stroking her faster and faster with her labored breaths. She's getting close again, she can feel it, the inside and outside of her pussy lapped and sucked so good, her orgasm rising with the one in her dick. And without anything constricting her base she's not going to last very long at all.

But even though she's already lost, she still can't bare the thought of these things making her cum, not again. She wont let them - she cries as her head is sucked harder, as the worms reach her cervix and start lapping and thrashing her entire depth while the large worm's tongue keep's lolling over her cock's sucked tip, feeling so good as the creatures stroke her into it's mouth hard and fast. It's all too good, she can't hold off, she's going to, to, to - she cries from a pang of pain, something jolting into her nerves from behind her dick, making everything hurt for a moment before the pain disappears. But it's enough, the sudden pain ruining both her orgasms, giving her one last chance to focus.

As fast as her weak arms will allow, she lifts them up and grabs the largest worm's body off of her, holding it's startled length as she tries to pull it's head from hers. She cries and doesn't stop as it's lips clamp down on her, her breath stopping as it sucks her as hard as it can while her pulling forces it to tug on her head harder. But still she keeps trying, not caring how painfully good it feels, not caring if the pleasure from it's wet tight lips starting to slide very slowly up her head is going to kill her, as she keeps trying to wrench it off her. Her arms are still so weak in the bandages, aching terribly as she forces them to keep pulling, her hands hurting as she throttles it's body, trying to strangle the life out of the thing, hoping if she pulls it off and smashes it or just kill it here, maybe with the largest dead the other worms will leave her alone at last. A long shot, but it's all she has left, as she gives everything she can to try and crush the life out of her largest tormentor. Or the largest she can see.
 
The living condom made of hungry parastic worms continued to milk the life out of her dick. Though with some strength and determined will coursing into the elf's arm, her attempts to rip apart this living condom proved futile as it did nothing but to waste her energy. Then as she was close to reaching her climax and mustered up another bit of energy, she focused on trying to kill the large suckling worm who was hungrily licking her fleshy tips for some tasty milk. Once she grabbed a hold of the greasy worm's slithering body, she was able to pull much of its central body off her cock. Unfortunatley, the smaller worms soon covered up the bare spot and was now having to contend with more leech suckers licking her salty flesh.

The big worm began to shrill and squeal even though its mouth was firmly latched onto the futa elf's sensitive glans. As it was being slowly denied of its meal, it clamped down harder on her tip, applying more pressure and some bit of pain. It's tail end of the body unraveled from the base of her cock allowing the smaller worms to take over. It used its tail to fight the elf's hand that was trying to crush its body. Though there was a chance the worm might likely die under the elf's determination, it was not going to go out with a last fight and its goal, to make her cum and feed off of her milky bitter-sweet nectar. However, lifting the worm's body meant more weight and struggle would put more strain on her arm as it had little strength to endure such punishment.

Nevertheless, the worm had one important task it wanted to accomplish. As it was licking and sucking on her glans, it was jabbing in its tongue haphazardly down her cumslit and along her urethral passage until the tip reached the two smaller tubes each leading to both her testicles. Then with some squirming and gyrating action, its tongue began to swell in beads for it was trying to lay eggs inside the elf's dick, impregnating her with its unhatched offspring that would leech off of her semen milk. The worm was struggling much harder by using its tail and body to distract the elf's arm while it tried to focus pushing the first batch of bead-sized soft eggs passed her cumslit.
 
She has no strength left to pull any more, but still she tries to strangle the worm, desperate to make it all end before she cums again. But it isn't going well.

Her hands spasm as the other creature keep stroking her off, a shrill cry escaping the worm and her as the noise vibrates it's sucking mouth over her head, making it feel so good, so - her grip nearly spasms open as the other creatures engulf the exposed base of her glans, their mouths all sucking and licking the super-sensitive skin onto her so hard she can barely breath. Then the worm's tongue penetrates her, and it's all over.

Her hands lose it a moment, and it's tail trashes round over them, forcing her hands off it's body and binding her wrists to the sides of her cock below it's sucking mouth. She tries to struggle as it forces it's tongue deeper inside of her, but it's body contracts powerfully around her wrists, keeping her dangerous arms locked beside her cock, determined not to let her escape again. It's won, and it knows it, and with her desperate cry matching the vibrations of it's victorious shrill, it engulfs her whole head again, it's lips clamping the other creatures mouths firmer onto the base of her ridge, making them suck harder still. Her whole tired body shakes every time it sadistically shrills again, vibrating it's mouth and licking tongues over her head as it sucks her in. All while it's longer tongue reaches deeper inside of her, until suddenly her whole body tenses away from her prostate exploding with pleasure, it's tongue thrusting the impossible pleasure of her cock throughout her whole bucking body faster and faster.

This is it. She's going to cum, even harder than before. And as her weak arms struggle trapped firmly beside her cock, the sleeve of mouths stroking her hard and fast towards her sucked and vibrating head, feeling the orgasm building deep within her licked prostate and the deepest parts of her overflowing pussy, she knows - she's about to cum, and there's nothing she can do to stop it.
 
Victor goes to the worms once again. Another win for the bottom-dwelling maggots and the giant worm for reducing an elf with such hubris down to their submission. It was a true sign that the futa elf's juicy dick belonged to the worms and the worms alone and nothing she could do to get it back. Her member was a live throbbing worm buffet to which they could feast and suck on anytime on a whim. She would be forced to endure humiliation and witness to such sexual torments, possibly for the rest of her immortal life. It was a horrible fate to think of. The giant worm was squealing in delight as it was now able to carry on its task with no interruption. it's tongue had tickled both inner tubes leading to her orbs of flesh where it produced the necessary nourishment for its offspring.

The beads which slowly coursed its way through its tongue finally reached the fork in the road. As the first egg pushed out of the tip of the tongue, its surface began to pulsate as if giving off electrical jolt, very soft ones. It was alive and was squirming to the left tube. From there on, it would squeeze itself all the way until finally it deposited itself into her testicular organ and latch onto the inner walls where it began to absorb the fresh reserve of semen to sustain itself. One after another, each eggs were deposited in both her testicles evenly. The tiny worm that had penetrated the elf's dick earlier was being pressed onto the urethral wall by the engorged tongue of the giant worm. Since it was pressed towards the ventral side, it was further stimulating the elf with more pleasure.
 
Her breath stops as her whole body tenses up, waves of pressure exploding from her clit and cock's head to engulf both her organs, spreading out to her entire tensing body, her orgasm growing stronger and stronger, the greatest pleasure filling her so completely.

Then she feels the first egg jolt inside her, and her whole being seems to explode out in her screaming breath, her pussy spasming with each contraction and each torrent of cum shooting out of her tensing cock into the worm. The worm keeps sucking more out of her, leaving her unable to stop cumming, her hands desperately struggling in it's grip before her head is thrown back hard as she feels jolt after jolt inside her, each and every one making her orgasm all over again, making more pleasure explode out of her.

There's nothing she can do to stop it, and she's left desperately moaning and cumming for what feels like an eternity. She doesn't feel is stop, because by the time it does, she's already all but passed out.
 
The elf's mind had reached its peak of being able to withstand such painful pleasure that coursed and surged like a raging storm between her legs. Her groin muscles had been forced to pump out so much torrential milky seeds out through her enslaved cock. As the elf was mentally transported magically to a realm of pleasure she would not realize what was actually happening. When the big worm was satisfied that its unborn offsprings were well fed and secured within the engorged impregnated dick, it withdrew its tongue like a measuring tape and forced her hard stiff erection to point downwards so that by the time it released its hungry lips from her purple glans, the elf's spunk was raining and shooting onto the rest of the mass of worms.

The result caused the worms on her dick to suddenly disperse as they started to return to the mass of swarm to try and satisfy their quenching thirst to where the elf's milk was splashing. However some were smart enough to remain on her dick and stuck their syphoning tongue into her cumslit to tap into the flowing milk spurting out from her thick veined member. As for the giant worm, it has had its share of fill and soon slowly released its grip from her member and slowly slithered off between her legs and eventually disappear back into the shadows from whence it came. However, the large enhancement was forever left intact on the elf's dick. Yet, by the time the elf would regain her consciousness she would find herself well endowed but her sexual torment would still not end for there were other notorious and hideous creatures that still stalked her in the darkness eagerly wanting to partake of her juicy white nectar.
 
It seems like an eternity before she begins to awake again. Everything is hazy, nothing clear, the lingering miserable ecstasy of the most intense and mercilessly degrading pleasure of her life still consuming her mind and body. Every though of her ravaged pussy and enslaved cock being so brutally consumed makes her buck against it even now, her tired body shaking with the echoes of the torturous fucking. She can't believe it's over. But for her mind it isn't, and as her vision clears, she finds to her dismay that it's only just begun.
 
Once the elf had been left abandoned to the wild nature of the forest, her limbs started to regain its strength as well as her legs. But the bandages still remained attached to her. Her cock was soaking wet and throbbing painfully with the pleasures surging within her thick plump meat. At least her foreskin was enough that its lips could close around her juicy tender glans. While no nightcrawlers were seen in sight for the elf to take her vengeance on, the creatures within the forest began to make strange calls as if it was mating seasons. But these calls seemed to mocked her as if bragging that they had humiliated a species of the top of the food chain and that they were her play toy they could take advantage anytime they wanted.

The elf was now left to decide where she would go or what she would do. In most case, it was likely she would have wanted to return back to familiar grounds, but this forest was enchanted and deceptive. Nothing in this environment was anything she could find that was familiar to her, nor where there anything that could help her get back to her village. No, she was lost and trapped by whoever wanted to keep her in this forest. Despite being physically and sexually exhausted, some of her energy was left to her. Perhaps something to do with the eggs within her genitals. If there was any direction the elf wanted to go to, there was a clearing that lead to the deeper part of the forest, but would she dare venture off into the unknown and now partially naked?
 
She awakes to a wet exhaustion. Tears still linger on her face, sweat covering her skin, the scent of her own sex absent but for the sickly smell of saliva slowly drying on her crotches, from where everything had been taken. Her tears start again.

For the first time in what seems like an eternity of tortured bliss, she's allowed a moment to lay there, curl into a ball, and cry. The thought of having been so - so used, so completely, and there being nothing she could have done about it to stop herself cumming over and over - makes her start to get slowly hard again, and that's what makes her cry most of all. She hates herself, but most of all, she hates them, their shrills and chirrups trumpeting their success throughout the forest, convinced that they had won. She grits her teeth. They hadn't won, they hadn't - she was still here, she was still hating them. And she wouldn't be weak enough to let it happen again.

Over the course of several minutes she shakily drags herself up the tree trunk to stand proud again. Her first step forward ends her back on the ground. With redoubled determination she drags herself up onto her exhausted legs, and forces herself to walk forward one precarious step at a time, standing away from the spot where - standing as strong as she can in the clearing's center. The bandages are still around her limbs, but they don't seem to be numbing her anymore, giving her the first chance in hours to precariously lean down, and draw her long boot-knife. Carefully steadying herself upright again, she stares at the gleaming blade a moment, cursing that she hadn't had enough strength to draw it before, and end it all then. But it was in her hand now, and she wouldn't be taken again. She needs both hands to turn the knife backwards in one, taking a long time to try and steady her hand as she holds the blade over the bandages of her other wrist.
 
The elf's arrogant moral was finally broken in this moment. While she had regained control of her limbs, she weeped in despair having to reel in on what the lowlife creature had done to her beautiful and vain body she had taken for granted. The elf was forced to hear the mocking victory and cheers by the bottom dwelling creatures hiding within the forest in close proximity of her location. Yet with all that had befallen the elf huntress, she still had some defiance in her. Whoever was behind this was willing to allow her such attitude for it knew that the more the elf resisted, the greater her downfall would be.

Once she stood yup and readied her blade, she sought to remove the bandages that had restrained her strength and freedom. It had taken her awhile to get onto her feet and using the tree to get up was the only way she could slowly regain her footing. What she realized that despite this freedom she had, she was still the plaything and property of whoever was behind the whole scene. Attempting to cut the bandage would show the elf the consequences. The bandages, while appearing mostly fabric-like, was more or less alive and aware of practically ever elf's motive and movement. When it sensed that she sought to rid of her bondage, it began to react to her aggression.

Both the wrist bandages started to emit tingling burning sensation at subtle levels. The closer the blade approached, the more intense it got. It started to move by extending itself towards her hand. The open end to which both hand stuck out started to encroach on top of her hand and the ribbons wrapped around the base of her middle fingers. Had the blade made physical contact, the elf would feel that it was almost no different than pressing the blade upon her very own skin. The wrist bandages started to pulsate faster and faster as long as her aggression towards them still remained in her motive. It was up to the elf to realize the consequences of her defiant actions.
 
Very soon her arms are burning fiercely, the pain spreading all over her arms hands, getting more intense, increasing her desperation to get it off her! She quickly moves her shaking knife to the bandage and drags the blade up the smallest ammount. She screams in pain. Thinking she must have clumsily cut herself, she tries to continue, gritting her teeth, and moving the knife again, but the pain is more than she can take, splitting the burning but quickly lost as her whole arms feel aflame. She drops the knife. By the time she's fallen to her knees, the burning has stopped completely.

Wide-eyed she pants and gasps, staring down at the bandages, seeing that they've extending over her hands to her middle fingers - that they'd moved, reacted to her, were alive! She curses them in every vulgar way she can, reaching for the knife, and feeling the tingling starting to rise to burning again. She thumps her fists into the ground, screaming as she pounds against her own bandaged legs, frenzied with her own fury as she roars up at the cursed forest. And when she's done that, laying quietly exhausted by her rage, she quickly grabs the knife and re-sheaths it in her boot before the burning can become unbearable. She then shakily gets to her feet, and begins to walk, not knowing where, just following the long clearing extending before her, seeing it's unnatural straightness as a sign of crude civilization, and hopefully a path there to, and to asking - demanding help from them. Though her mind starts to wonder to how she'll cover her near complete nudity from her breasts to her unique appendage, her strength and confidence begin to rebuild as she heads on towards the misguided hope of safety.
 
Her efforts to sever the bandages off her arms proved in vain. Frustrated and angry that she was even denied to remove what became symbol of enslavement tormented her deeply. The creatures watching the elf trying to pry off the shackles began to chirp and holler in a leering mocking gesture, as if laughing at her own misfortune. After venting and ranting out her humiliating frustration onto the ground, the elf eventually got up, with her private parts exposed, and began to follow the trail which led into the unknown. The one watching the futa elf wondered whether or not her dark hope was merely hiding her pain of humiliation and despair for such emotions was now blinding her from the true dangers that awaited the adventuress.

Much later, the futa elf arrived at a dead end. The path was surrounded by large heavy stones bordering the thick black forest that did not allow for anything to go through. Sunlight no longer dominated the sky as the forest canopy blackened the trail and the dead end. While it was logical for the elf to backtrack to the place she had gotten violated, she was denied the chance for the ground below her had gave way causing her to fall into a deep hole. The fall was great and long almost like it went on for an eternity. During her descent, the walls were inching closer as more roots and vines started to entangle and slow her descent. However, the deeper she fell, the darker it became until the elf could no longer see anything. The roots and vines started to look slightly different as they bared much smaller vines around big ones as if they were flesh and tendril-like.

Finally, the elf reached the bottom trapping her into a dark cataclysm of sorts. Entangled by the roots and vines that slowed her descent and prevented her from painting a bloody spot on the ground, the elf now had to get out of the entanglement if she was to explore and spelunker this unknown underground cavern. In the dark, the walls were covered with films of moss and myriad off flesh-colored veins and tentacles. Various fungi patches covered the ground hiding all sorts of bottom-dwelling lowlife creatures. Whatever surfaces the tentacle vines did not cover displayed organic orifices resembling anal openings flaring its puckered lips in and out as worm-like creatures slithered in and out of its entrances. The cavern was expansive and yet very humid. It was like being inside an organ of sorts.
 
It seems like she's been walking for days, her only stop made to fashion a crude garb of large leaves tied between vines, her very makeshift cloak doing little to warm her, serving only to give her some semblance of dignity for when she arrives at the village and demands assistance. She hardly wanted to wander naked into crude and ogling men, gaping at what they wanted but were too undeserving to have. She still had her dignity, or so she thought.

It's grown very dark, and it comes as a surprise when she sees stones ahead, blocking her path, suddenly finding herself in a walled off clearing. The end of her path, and no village in sight, nothing save for - her feet give way as the rumbling ground opens up around her. The she's falling, not seeing where, just flashes in the falling black of walls and vines rushing past her. Silver glistens, her knife raised overhead in both hands before she stabs it into the wall, the sudden force wrenching at her arms as she grips for dear life, the cutting blade slowing her fall, along with the vines she descends through, breaking and tightening between her legs and around her body as they heap against her body's slow descent.

She feels her knife leave the wall, and with a shameful yelp she falls another few meters, but slowly, stopping hanging in a dark cavern by all the vines and roots ensnared around her, bound together by their broken brethren wrapped around her limbs and body, lashing every part of her body together into its current position. Her knife is still in her hands over her head, and she doesn't bother to look around or down before she starts lashing out with the knife. Her arms gaining more movement the more they slice through vines and tendrils, fluids splattering over her gritted teeth as she starts fighting her way out of her bindings, frantic to not let herself be caught off guard again.
 
If there was to be any sort of relief, it was the fact that the entangling roots and vines that broke the adventuress's fall were completely inactive and not alive. After hacking and slashing away to regain her freedom into this lonely dark cavern, she was now presented a narrow path leading further into the dark abyss. The corridor itself was unusually small compared to the vast cavern and it appeared that someone like her was likely to fit through. The fact that the size of the pathway was not as disturbing compared to the strange alien grow that infested the cracks and walls. Strange plants and mostly fungi occupied the space and the elf would have to trek through this thick vegetation. Weird mushrooms displaying greasy orifices resembling anal pinholes were pulsating.

It was not a pleasant sight and it proved to be yet another trial she would be forced to go through in such humiliation. Unfortunately for the elf, there was no other way out but through that ghastly corridor and it was certainly impossible for her to try and climb back up to the hole she had fallen through. Already the ground around her was occupied by tall grassy fields hiding various alien-like plants and fungi that were able to move their stems like snakes. What caught her attention were the sounds of females moaning and whimpering but because of the cavern's massive space, the faint cries were echoing. Someone needed help but the elf had no idea where to start. The only best possible source of the cries was towards the direction of the pathway which was almost a mile from her location.
 
A last vine tears and she falls again, landing and instinctively buckling down to roll to her feet - before continuing to overbalance onto her hands and knees.

Panting fiercely, she looks up at the way she had come. Even though her strength is beginning to slowly return to her, she has nowhere near enough to leap and scale the entangled funnel above her. And her surroundings don't seem like a good place to wait to get her strength back.

As she looks around her large eyes flash a pale green reflection. In the darkness she clearly sees the space all around her, the mossy walls, the fleshy vines, the organic orifices, her long ears twitching as they pucker to reveal worm-like creatures all around her. Her heart starts racing at their sight and sound, her body preparing to rise and run. But these ones aren't coming for her. Still she quickly looks down for the flash of silver, stopping as her ears twitch again. She hears something disturbing, coming up from the lone, long corridor of tendrils before her. Cries, humanoid, female, though she can't tell whether they echo pain, or... she more frantically searches for the knife, her hands pushing aside the tall grass rising above her bent over body, revealing patches of strange fungi, their stems snaking, their greasy anal orifices pulsing. She tries to calm her heart at their sight, continuing to near-frantically part the grass until she sees her knife, just beyond her reach. She leans her body forward to grab it, then cries out, her hand falling to grip the ground as her breath shakes.

Her cloak was easily shredded and removed by the fall, her only garb the last of the dead vines, leaving her member to hang free, its tip having brushed one of the warm, wet mushrooms, which she swore had nuzzled upwards, parting her foreskin, it's insides feeling very good as it sucked her tip in. She cries again loudly as she feels it's suction pulse, her head hanging below her. She's about to rise, run, escape - but she hesitates, feeling the half-sensations for a moment more, seeing two more mushrooms below her quivering chest, their orifices pulsing in line with her nipples. They've been so achingly hard for so long, nothing having touched them. Surely it wouldn't hurt, just to, just for a moment.... Without really knowing what she's doing, she bites her lip, and lowers her chest towards them, breathing sharply as the tips of her nipples brushing against the wetness of their openings.
 
With instant physical contact, the futa elf had unknowingly caused the sex-hungry fungi to release a powerful spray of aphrodisiac which surrounded its prey almost instantly. Soon, her appendages would begin to react beyond the stimulation when they started to touch the bulbous tip of the mushrooms. The two which had the honor of brushing against her nipples opened its anal orifice and engulfed the hard stiff nub where its oral cavity began to contract, pull, suck, and generate squealing sounds. Her member was the tastiest of all. The fortunate fungi tickling the tip of her dick was of a slightly different variant. It was much larger than the other two and its surface was heavily ribbed. The mushroom head looked much more phallic and when it opened its mouth, it revealed tiny rows of villi-like teeth squirming and flagellating all covered in a cobweb of slime of sorts.

It's breath smelled like humanoid sex, perhaps when it had milked off its last victim. Nonetheless, the breath was very warm and humid and washed over the elf's plump glans as it finally reached up and sealed its tight lips around the neck of her dick. Once inside, the futa elf's tip was being tickled and scrubbed by the villi as a ribbed wormy tongue slithered out from the dark throat of the mushroom to greet the gaping cumslit of the elf's dick. Kissing and licking the purple lips, the tongue began to slither and dance around the shiny surface of her glans until it was drenched in drooling slime. The slime itself had a reaction to the surface of the elf's dick. It generated a warm tingling sensation designed to stimulate and increase sexual arousal to her member.
 
She cries out again as the ones before her chest start to move, her back shaking as she feels their wet lips brush over the very tips of her sensitive nipples. Suddenly the pleasure engulfs her chest, as she's left collapsed over her arms as her nipples are sucked inside. She's moaning and breathing loudly against her forearm, biting her lip as she feels their wet insides firmly contract around her hard nipples all the way to the base, a gasp jerking out of her as they suck and pull her further in. She can't understand why it feels so good: all they're doing is sucking, but they're making her so hard, and it feels so good she's starting to think of cumming already, as she breaths sharply of the sweet smelling air.

Her arm muffles her sharp cry as the one on her member moves again, its lips brushing her tip as they open wider. Then she smells something different, a dirty odor, smelling like before when they made her - her eyes open wide. What the hell is she doing?! Quickly, she has to - her whole breath explodes out of her as its mouth engulfs her head, plunging her into its tight insides as it seals its anal lips tightly around her neck.

She's panting in the sweet air very hard, her eyes still open wide. This is bad, really bad. She tenses her legs, her knees getting ready to push against the ground so she can - her breath explodes again as she falls further onto her arms, her moans shaking and spluttering as its textured tightness scrubs over her head, feeling tighter and more intense every moment that her head grows harder within its grasp. Her butt is undignifiedly raised above her collapsed body, held up only by her shaking legs, almost collapsing as its tongue touches her tip. Her butt shakes higher as it inches under her head, then spasms with her lungs as it moves around her glans, her legs and muffled cries spasming harder each time it spirals over the top of her head, felt noticeably stronger every single time. She's already fully hard, but still growing harder, the tongue somehow making her feel its wetness and the tight scrubbing more strongly with every passing second.

It's all she can do to stop her shaking legs from completely buckling, unable to stop her raised butt from spiraling in time with the tongue or her muffled cries shaking shriller with every pass of her head, already growing to the edge of what she can take. She has to do something! This is all her fault - she stupidly got herself into this, her body's impure wants making her so stupid she couldn't see the danger - now she has to get herself out of it before it's too late. She tries her best to steady her shaking arms and legs, breathing deeply as she raises her gritted face and pulls her body upwards as hard as she can.
 
The frenzy alien-like mushroom proved to be more than what they appeared to be. Because of the elf's small attempt to appease her body's hunger for lust, she got more than what she bargained for. Slowly sinking into the sea of pleasure, the elf didn't realize she was slowly being drawn into a devious trap to which she would not escape from so easily. Just merely sucking the sensitive tips of her nipples and her plump juicy glans was seductive enough to invite the elf's sensitive parts into the warm lubricating embrace of the mushrooms' hungry mouths. They could sense the elf's emotional anxiety knowing that this elf was slowly succumbing to her body's sexual needs and desire. She was getting a tender scrub around the neck of her dick, each villi tickling the sensitive surface and teasing the thick crown of her glans. The elf was already in their grasp and with their tendril bodies slowly coiling around her limbs, it was a matter of time before she realized what she had gotten herself into.

With her erection growing harder every second, the mushroom squeezed tighter on her member and forcing her tip to swell up like a fruit to allow its inquisitive tongue to probe and kiss the tip of her cumslit, taking in the taste of her pre which was slowly building up. As it further wedged the lips of her cock, the tongue could feel how warm and tight it was. It sensed more pre was being made along the way. The villi that lined the inner walls of its ghastly mouth were flagellating within the thick ridges formed by the inflated veins and arteries that cobwebbed along her meaty length. The sensitive ridge that ran down the ventral side were also getting a tickling treatment by the massaging follicles who knew where to hit to make the elf squirm in delight.

It was then that the mushrooms suddenly felt a force slowly tugging her stiff nipples and cock away from its hungry mouths. The elf woke up to reality and was now desperately trying to free herself by pulling out of the mushroom patch. Not wanting to be denied for what they craved, the mushrooms retaliated by coiling more of its brethren along her arms and shaking legs. Their mouths suddenly gripped tighter as they made loud squealing sucking noise. The elf would realize the mushrooms knew of her intentions as well as letting theirs known to her; that she would not be leaving anytime soon, not when they felt satisfied. With the start of the tug of war, the mushroom patch had another unexpected surprise. One of the fattest and heavily ribbed mushroom rose out of the ground resembling more like a sandworm than a mushroom began to sniff around. Its mouth resembled a closed foreskin of a penis and when it traced the scent from the elf's leaking snatch, it started to stick out its hideous slimy tongue to lick the soft tender pink lips of her snatch.
 
Trying to pull away just makes everything worse. The mouths are already clamped around the base of her hard nipples and swollen glans so tightly, her attempts to pull away just increasing the strength of their sucking on her tips, as if trying to pull an orgasm right out of her body. The oversensitive head of her member is still being sucked and scrubbed and licked, the tongue's wetness making every moment stronger than before, and even when it gives her the smallest reprieve by staying still on just one point her breath still quivers through her gritted teath as the villi scrub the sensitive crown of her glans, the textured inside scrubbing her swollen head, both building the sensations so strongly in just her head until her whole trembling length almost burns with the desire to cum. But still she pulls in vain - until the mushrooms start fighting back.

Her gritted teeth fly open in a cry as she feels all the mouths suddenly contract around her further and suck even harder, her cries suddenly changing pitch as the intense pleasure in her head reaches up the underside of her cock, the villi reaching out of the mouth to stroke just a few points on her underside that instantly turn her desire to cum into fear of an uncontrollable orgasm rushing to the surface. She can't bare the thought of these dirty fungi making her cum, but she's already pulling with all her might, feeling the pressure in her taught arms and legs, unaware it's compounded by the mushrooms coiling round and round them. All she can think about is how she won't let them win. If it keeps going it'll make her cum - but - she survived that before, she can endure this now. And once she's cum then she won't be hard any more, so then she'll have a chance to pull herself out and run. But even if not - even if she can't escape, she swears here and now that it can make her cum now and be done with it, but it won't make her want it, enjoy it, desire it, beg for it. As long as she still has her pride, nothing will ever make her beg for anything. A thought made suddenly small as her body rocks forward from the tongue finding her wet pussy.
 
Even with her efforts to fight the sex-crazed hungry mushrooms vying for her elven milky semen, she was unaware that another fight against her will was taking place from within. The eggs inside her penis started to grow actively hungry. Like a child crying out to be fed by their mother, they indicated their intended hunger by throbbing and pulsing with minute micro vibrations all simultaneously stimulating the greasy urethral passage from the neck down to where the tubes split apart to reach both her swollen infested testicles. The eggs were acting in-sync with one another to bring the elf to their submission and force her to cum so that they could feast and drink her sweet semen filled with nutrients used to develop the eggs into newborn worm hatchlings.

Completely surrounded by lowlife creatures, the elf's pride was being sexually stimulated from inside and outside and the inflated veins and arteries increased the surface for the mushroom's villi to further tickle and tease along its supple skin. The deep crevices and ridges formed by these massive veins further provided more space for the flagellating follicles to explore and spelunker. With more places to torment and tease her dick, the elf would succumb to even more arousing pleasure that she could bare. The myriad eggs inside her began to squirm and intensify their hunger for her milk. Whatever stream of pre that once lined the juicy skin of her urethra were instantly absorbed by the eggs themselves. Meanwhile, the greasy fungi were too busy engorging on her tasty flesh, particularly her stiff cock. Her cunt however, was getting a rough plowing. The phallic fungus was determine to force its 'mate' to blow her cream out of her snatch and give its ribbed glandular fat head a good showering spray of her juice.
 
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