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Megalopolis Troubles. (Caulder)


Re: Megalopolis Troubles. (Caulder)

Not putting up any real fight, her weak struggles only enough to pull the various vines tight against her, just to let her feel it restrain her only made her clench harder as she rolled her hips, causing pleasure to spike through her while her body was slowly, gently, but tightly pinned down within the pod, B.B. got at least half of what she wanted, pleasure.

The thick cock of the pod was enough to get her rolling, enough to fill her up, but whether it would be able to breed her was unknown. What was known was that she gave up any will to resist the moment she felt something inside her. Breeder Bitch. It was a good name for her. She already missed Candice and the hive and the constant pleasure.

Bound down, her legs held apart, her arms slowly but forcefully pulled behind her and folded, sinking into the plant walls, Bitch could watch as more vines continued to encircle her, escape becoming hopeless while her own moans and whimpers, as well as struggles only caused the pod to grow, the walls of it closing around her, starting to completely seal her inside, a small, open ended vine reaching down, it's interior dripping with something pressing at her muzzle, 4 thin tendrils waving around at it's edges reaching around her head as it started to work itself over her jaws.
 
Re: Megalopolis Troubles. (Caulder)

B.B. moans as she's bound tighter and tighter, before soon her moans and grunts of pleasure are muffled by some kind of tub sliding over her muzzle, her hips still trying to work the cock inside of her, cursing the plant for not seeming to want to knock her up, her heat and programming making it difficult for her to think of anything more than that.
 
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Alexis eventually reached an orgasm in her fleshy plant prison, but not because the tree had any interest in knocking her up, no. Breeder Bitch only managed to slide off the edge of her torment and into a proper, body shaking climax because the tube, which had now shoved completely around her muzzle, tendrils wrapping tightly around the back of her head, had shoved a thick length down her throat, and immediately blasted a thick mix of nectar and sap into her stomach, leaving her body extremely warm as she squirmed and rocked inside her new prison, having only managed to be outside of her last one for all of 5 minutes.

Bucking and struggling as the supply dwindled from the tight wrapping around her muzzle, Christine could only wait in another pleasure hell inside the plant, unable to cum at all, for several hours, before the plant fed her again. And it didn't look to her like it had any plans of letting her go. Down below, as she came again, and squirted all over the thick cock inside her, the tree reacted to her again, letting her feel as a cup or covering was pressed around her spread folds, harvesting her release... So that was it, it wasn't going to breed her... She was a big, slutty, sack of nutrients for it... This could be bad....
 
Re: Megalopolis Troubles. (Caulder)

B.B. squirms in her prison, delighting at the taste of the thick goo the plant forces down her maw, sighing in relief at her first climax. That is, until she's left there for hours, bound up and unable to escape, though not for lack of trying. When she realizes that she's little more than food, she whines through her gag, clearly lamenting the fact that she's such a breed-happy slut, and lamenting even more that she's trapped herself in this hell.
 
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Trapped, and once more waiting for several hours between climaxes, the next one, having been so long in the waiting, is so powerful that B.B. passes out. And when she wakes, it's more of the same, awaking to an immediate and mind blowing climax as she's fed again, her breakfast she had to gather, before resuming her struggles, which were getting more desperate, frantic, and useless by the moment, her whimpers, and eventually muffled screams for release, for climax, for Help even, went unanswered... until she heard thunder overhead. It had to be simulated, but thunder nonetheless, and then the tell tale spattering of Rain.

As it began to rain, her prison opened up. It certainly didn't let her go by any means, but she could see outside again. And she could hear soft footsteps and the squeaking of Rubber, as her favourite little imps rooted around at the base of the trees for victims to steal.

And there she was, ripe for the picking, the imps leering down at her from behind glossy black eyes as they watched her squirm and struggle.
 
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B.B. cries out around the gag in her mouth as she comes to for her next climax, whining and shuddering when it's gone, still struggling uselessly against her bindings. When she sees the imps at last, she freezes in place and closes her eyes, hoping she can pretend to be dead or unconscious, not wanting a trip to the anthill that was their home, where she had seen that one woman trying to escape.
 
Re: Megalopolis Troubles. (Caulder)

The imps seemed to debate for a long moment, before she felt tiny hands reaching down to caress her, soon working at her bindings. It seemed the anthill was EXACTLY where she was headed. At least they'd breed her there.

Slowly but surely they broke her bindings, spitting black latex that hissed and smoked at tendrils that tried to stop them from stealing the trees meal. Which wasn't going to let her go. She had to make peace with the fact that if she didn't get out somehow, the tree was going to keep her there for the foreseeable future. She was food to it, prey. Not breeding fodder. Many of the more mobile plants would likely have given her what she wanted, but not the tree. Trees spent decades growing, without moving, had their own ways of spreading their seeds, and did so successfully.

The imps also took care to stroke and grope her constantly as they worked to free her, soon only the tube stretched around her muzzle left, and it wasn't wanting to come off easily, even as the Imps started to bind her up for themselves, her ankles hobbled already with a short but strong tether, limiting her steps to tiny little 1 foot shuffles, and working hard to get her arms pulled across her front in another straightjacket like form.
 
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Alexis groans as she's fought over by the imps and the tree, struggling to escape the tree, but welcoming the imps with open arms, quite delighted at the prospect of being bred over and over by those little things, and also having a fondness for black latex over what her regular outfit was, as she lets them manipulate her however they please, wondering if she should just activate her bitchsuit to make it easier for them.
 
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At her thought, and interest, the white suit started to bleed over her body, the imps leaping back, tearing the tube on her muzzle with it while the bitchsuit fell into place, soon having her soon helplessly and hopelessly bound in it that she'd literally done all the work for them.

Once it was done, the tree's pod mostly immobilized by the imps latex, the imps, of which there were maybe 10, and to her own experience stronger then they looked, hauled her up and out of the pod, soon all of them attaching thick tethers to her collar, and stroking her body, squeaking curiously but interestedly.

And then she was walking, as best she could, like the bitch she knew she was, on all 4's as they led her out of the tree's reach, and through them, passing many plants which gave them all a wide berth, their claim obvious before they exited the grove of trees, many of which B.B. could see were closed, filled with moaning, squirming prisoners of their own, which were likewise being inspected but when those imps saw that they had a new prize, they left those poor souls to their fates, and moved into step with the group, all working to protect B.B. from anything else that would claim her. And it was a good thing as well, because she could see the massive hornets of Candice's hive floating about and had no doubt that if the Bee Queen got her hands on B.B. again, she'd program her so thoroughly that B.B. would never leave that hive.
 
Re: Megalopolis Troubles. (Caulder)

B.B. forms the suit with a smile, wishing it was black and not white, as she is extracted from the pod and tethered to the imps, making sure the gag on her mouth was secure so she wouldn't bother her new breeding studs, following them on all fours. As she sees the pods filled with other victims, she prays she can close the eyes of her suit so she doesn't have to witness any more of that hell, as she follows the imps loyally, clearly more interested in being bred as much as possible than actually making it to the next floor, though she did wonder what the Processing floor held in store for her.
 
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As she thought that, she felt her suit react, and tether her to the ground with long lines, while a pseudopod extended from her back, the imps freezing in place as they regarded it, the pod dripping with fluid that made them all chatter to eachother, before nodding, and patting her head, actually smiling.

Next Floor? Breed There. Next Floor? the leader asked, his seamless face actually splitting so it could croak at her, pointing off to the west. Process. Breed at Process Yes? You Breed, we Trade?
 
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B.B. gasps as she feels the tethers extend, nodding her head when the imps ask. "Yes. Want to go to Processing." she says, hoping the imps would understand, and take her there, and maybe breed her on the way.
 
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The imp nods, as the next message from B.B. is transmitted through the tendril, something thicker dripping there, and now she could smell it. That was it, the suit was talking for her. They hadn't given her permission to speak, so she couldn't, but that was interesting. The imps communicated with scents, much like ants did.

The tendril withdrew after B.B. gave her answer, and the Imp nodded again. Yes. Good Trade. Yes. No Hard Collar. Only Soft. Cannot keep, so Trade. Rules. Rules of Brood Mother. the imp said, explaining for her why of all the people here, she was being consulted, rather then forced into the anthill.

Think at Us. Want to Speak. Will make smell. Smell is Words. But don't like Loud sounds. don't like Voices. They grate. Shake our bodies. make us hurt. it explained, tapping her muzzle which was still tightly shut. Probably certain frequencies making their forms unstable.

But true to their word and this odd agreement, they turned hard south, and started walking her steadily towards the door, defending her doggedly until they reached the stairs, and then headed down one more floor to Processing, where the imp climbed the wall, and hissed at the panel, causing it to open and admit them. They walked slowly after that. Inside was every manner of true restraint possible. Straightjackets, Armbinders, Mitts, Gags, and holding tanks filled with an off green fluid, all unoccupied.

Breed now. Explore later. the lead said, the others all falling on her bound form, rubbing and carressing, their hands touching their groins to cause those overly large lengths to grow, before they were on her, her lower holds opening immediately for them and the leader climbing onto her muzzle, before she was immediately filled from all three angles, and with over 20 to please, she'd be here for awhile. But the pleasure was delightful, the first three thrusting deep and slow, taking their time enjoying her.
 
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B.B. smiles as she's spoken to, nodding her head to show she understood the imp, before concentrating and trying to speak in this new way. "Am happy to breed, but not want to stay. Want to explore later." she says to the imps with scent, letting them lead her on. When she arrived at the new level, her cunt was immediately dripping with arousal, having finally found her haven, the beautiful, toy-filled world before her nearly making her cream herself with joy. "Breed very much now! Will breed with all as thanks!" she tries to exclaim with her newfound scent communication. She was going to enjoy this, she knew it, and then she could explore the bondage wonderland that awaited her.
 
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There was really no way to say Fuck me As Hard as you want in her current state with any other smell then the scent of her arousal which was basically done already. And moaning through her muzzle which was already opening to permit the imps to shove as much of their slick cock into her as they possible could, soon three of them doing as such, driving into her with happy little cries while the rest helped themselves by tipping her onto her side with a light thud.

Nor did they restrain her more then she already was, the bitchsuit was plenty for their purposes it seemed and they happily filled her again and again, each orgasm from them one for her, soon trailing somewhere upwards of 90, leaving her a mess on the floor, twitching and squirming, ink black cum dripping from every hole and spattered across her body, before all patting her on the muzzle and moving away, only the leader staying.

that will make 1 baby imp. Be nice to it. it be nice to you. Goodbye... it checked the little nametag on her collar. Bitch. Goodbye Bitch. Enjoy Process. See again maybe. And then it too was off with the rest of them, leaving her in the great room of debauchery.
 
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B.B. pants as she is swiftly and happily fucked by the imps, gurgling as she's deepthroated by their cocks and plundered with latex, filled and fucked to climax over and over until finally they had their fill. When they finally were done, she tries to speak with scent again. "Thank you. May come visit sometime." she thinks, a smile on her face.

Once the imps are all gone, she wills her bitchsuit to go away, standing on her own as she looks around at the vast, sexual playground she now faced. Her mind begins to run the possibilities in her head, and she remembers something about how her suit absorbed the bitchsuit, and wondering if it would do the same to all this different gear. Not wanting to wait long, she is immediately on the move to the mitts, searching for a pair of black ones that look like they disable the most of her hands, and trying to fit them on, pondering how she's going to get both on by herself.
 
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Standing, B.B. would be delighted to find that thanks to the imp cumbath she just got, her bitchsuit is now completely black. Shining black even, and once she's up, she gets a chance to enjoy the new color of her entire old suit as well, before finding a pair of mitts.

The mitts were simple, heavily padded with leather on the interior, and with thick, locking straps with padlocks, they would leave her hands completely balled, and utterly useless, and were the most disabling she could find here, because of that, as well as the myriad rings set into the strap for controlling her arms positions.

Getting one on, she found that outside of her control, because she couldn't stop the suit, small tendrils split from her wrists, and yanked them on tightly, lashing the straps down around her wrists, and much to her either complete Joy, or annoyance, snapping the padlocks into place, leaving her in the mitts and without working hands. More, they seemed to be glued on much like her boots were, as the latex oozed around the locks, and sealed them off, the keys that had been inside them absorbed and then destroyed.

Over her eyes, her lenses showed up, dimming her vision very slightly, but keeping her updated. Mitts. Gear. Cataloged... Added. Position... Permanent.
 
Re: Megalopolis Troubles. (Caulder)

B.B. delights in the new color of her outfit, a smile on her face as she goes to try on the mitts and, to her delight, the suit handles putting them on for her, moaning with lust as she feels them tighten and become a part of her suit. "Mmmm...This suit is so awesome..." she says quietly, looking around at all the strange other gear, wondering what she should try next, and if she could make the mitts go away when she wanted, trying to will them to disappear like she had learned with the bitchsuit.
 
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The mitts aren't going anywhere, no amount of will making them shift back, and to further hammer the point home, she got a list of her current gear and it's statuses in her suit.

Bitchsuit. Status. Variable. Controllable.
Ballerina Boots. Status. Permanent.
Internal Binding Vine. Status. Variable. Uncontrollable.
Mitts. Status. Permanent.

That was that then, they were now just like her favourite boots, they weren't going anywhere until she found out how to change her suits settings. If she even could, and she had to let it sink in that no matter what she thought, there was no way out of them, giving her a raw burst of sexual pleasure as the suit rewarded her by twisting her nipples and clit for several long moments while she realized her hands were actually useless.

She didn't need to worry though as the suit did a quick scan around the room for her. All other gear variable, controllable. There were still gags of every kind, blindfolds, hobble chains, leashes, armbinders, spreader bars. If it could be made to restrain her, it was here.
 
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B.B. moans as she finds herself rewarded for accepting her new mitts as permanent, a smile on her face as she sees everything else as controllable. She begins to move through all the toys, starting with armbinders, looking for two black ones, one for binding her arms folded behind her, and one for binding her arms straight out behind her, and trying them on one at a time, hoping her suit can quickly acclimate them and store them away, so she can get the other one on and do the same.

If she can get both of those stored, she then searches for the largest ring gag she can find that will work for her reptilian snout, and put that into her suit for later use. She also begins to search for a thick blindfold to put on that will blind her if she desires it, a smile on her face as she tries to add that to her suit. The idea of having her own arsenal of self-bondage tools was making her very, very hot at this point, and she hoped she could get done with it all and find something to fuck her.

Mostly, however, she looks for the most demeaning leash she could find for herself, adding it to her suit, before finally looking for a black straightjacket to round out her supply of bondage gear, and deciding that if she can find one that suits her, she'll just wear it and the ring gag in addition to her permanent gear while she explores the rest of the floor.
 
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