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The first rune is shaped like a bolt of lightning and unsurprisingly, causes the toy to vibrate, successive taps making it stronger up to a punishing humming before it reset back to something evil and teasing, Tam squirming wildly as she gasped into her gag, hips pushing forward and held there for a long moment.

The second is shaped like a wiggly snakey S If S's had horns on top, and it took a moment to figure out exactly what it did.

As if the person who'd designed these runes was a simpleton, and likely was, but a perverted one, Christine could see the base of the toy shifting a bit before Tam's hips picked up a distinctive rhythm along with her now constant moans, the toy was undulating firmly inside her while it vibrated.

The last one was similar to a rune on the manacles and touching it caused the base to melt and shift, before oozing over Tam's hips, leaving her stuffed folds completely smoothed over in a soft latex or rubber, a new rune showing on the front of what was now a belt locked around her hips making sure the vibrating, twisting toy stayed put.

Where the old runes had been, they still were, but the restraint rune now held a swirling new mark above it that spoke to Christine of... herself. The toy would only come off and away at her urging, no one else.

Tam was rapidly approaching an orgasm now, squirming and gyrating as she groaned and bit down hard on her gag, eyes screwed shut as her hips pushed and rolled.
 
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Christine grins as she sees what the runes do. "Have fun, darling. I'll let you down in an hour or so. Probably." Leaving Tam as she is, Christine wonders what to do next. Ashlie appeared to be sleeping, Tam was being punished/rewarded, and Dillian hadn't showed up all day, presumably staying in the library. Feeling restless, the kitsune heads for a walk, to see what the Song of Grace holds.
 
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Tam shook her head in denial until she finally came, arching hard and tensing as she squealed through her gag, left shuddering in her bonds as the toy only continued to fuck her. Even if she did slip her restraints, she wouldn't be able to escape the toy.

Heading back upwards into the Song of Grace, Christine finds that Tam's current predicament had made her horny, the Song of Blood and it's flesh was making her wet, and the Song of Bone made her want to dance in that armor again... But she resisted with only a glinting stroke along her ass from Nishta as she passed, swearing that the blank white faceplate was grinning at her.

Upwards into the Song of grace she went and found perhaps maybe something she hadn't expected here.

It was a grove tended to lovingly, reverently by fairies, all black like her little bottled frenemy, who ignored her entirely. The beauty of the place was breathtaking, vines, trees, grass, flower, all of it coaxed to grow unfettered but in a more directed way, vines curling in a gentle, natural spiral, flowers blooming in long spilling patterns of grass that swayed with an unnatural breeze that cause it to shine under unnatural lights.

Like the observatory, the entire floor was open and a myriad selection of gigantic plants stood and grew in a dance that seemed to move so slowly, the fairies all singing a gentle melody and genuinely happy here. Even as they moved they did so in a refined way, swaying and blowing about in a simple and efficient way while virile magic pulsed and swayed from their little black wings and in some cases, tiny little tails, which all held a little glowing light.

Pitcher plants, fly traps, great blooms, hanging bells, all far larger then usual because of the constant nutrients and care provided swayed and moved gently, while Christine could see several slight depressions in the grass every 10 feet or so in rings, and in the trees, small spiders the size of her fist flitted about spinning huge tapestries of silk that seemed to hold the only purpose of catching water, and light from above, and causing it to flash and dance along the plants.
 
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Wandering around naked in the beautiful garden, Christine idly ponders if any but its occupants had seen it for years. Well, Tam probably had. As she admires the spiderwebs hanging above, the kitsune accidentally wanders into one of the depressions.
 
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Stepping into one of the depressions, Christine finds herself falling in up to her waist in something tight and warm, catching herself with her arms while several tendrils wrapped firmly around her ankles, starting to work her legs apart and down, wanting to drag her further in while what felt like hundreds of slick, individual limbs began to wander over her hips and legs, stroking gently, slowly, teasing her as it bound her out of sight below the ground.
 
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Christine yelps as she falls into the depression, barely catching herself on the edge. Just as she's beginning to wonder how to get out of this non-soil, she feels the tentacles wrapping around her and shivers. Images of bound-up Tam come to her mind uninvited, and the kitsune starts thinking that maybe she shouldn't be in too much of a hurry to get out of this after all, and besides it was all supposedly under control...
 
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That thought rang in her mind as true. Everthing from her own floor up was under control. Everything served some purpose to the spells they generated and as she thought about not being in a hurry, she didn't resist, feeling those tendrils curling over her flesh. Gently, they certainly weren't trying to hurt her and the image of Tam bound up, arching and shivering as she came only made her body more interested as a single, thin tendril slid through her petals, not penetrating her, but instead starting to rub and glide along her clit gently.

Her legs were soon tightly wound around, and the feeling of the thing she'd fallen into tugging on her lower body and trying to draw her in gently was only making her wetter as the grinding little tendril below found her clit stud and looped around it, tugging gently. Others were sliding out of the opening to curl slowly around her elbows, giving them half hearted little tugs and pulls, inviting her in while it continued to curl over her flesh, several curling over her breasts and snaring the studs in her nipples, while several more were sliding along her back, curling around her neck and then drifting up along her lips, all no thicker then a yarn thread.
 
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Shivering as she feels a tendril slide along her flower, Christine resist a few moments for the sake of appearances before letting herself be pulled under, where more thin, persistent tendrils wrap around her piercings, her clitoris and her neck. Keeping her mouth closed, Christine's eyes slide closed, and she enjoys the exotic feelings the tendrils bring.
 
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Giving up and being pulled within, Christine finds herself sitting in the dark, the tendrils moving slow, and there were so many. Closing her mouth, the tendrils slide away from her lips for now while Below, she's guided onto a thick, rigid shaft, lowered to it before it split her folds, before being guided down onto it fully, two raised tendrils in front and behind, flat and thick wrapping around her thighs tightly to hold her down on it, while the thinner tendrils became more insistent and animated in binding down their guest.

The tendrils around her neck continue to curl and wrap, but don't squeeze, coming from all around the walls, before growing tighter, guiding her into the very center of the small area underground and upright on her knees while the tendril buried in her folds begins to thrust, drawing down into a small depression hidden from view before sliding forward straight to her cervix, slowly fucking her while her arms were tightly wound around from her wrists to her shoulders, being drawn behind her and down, little tugs and pulls getting her to turn her hands and grip her own ass, thrusting out her chest into the writhing embrace of the tentacles that had continued even now to tug rhythmically on her piercings and carress her chest.

The opening above closed, and stole the light from her, leaving her in darkness and pleasure as the fucking continued and her legs were strapped tightly into place by the myriad limbs holding her now, playing with her body at their own whims. But she was feeling something else now, something thick and warm drifting along her flesh, before another joined it and they started working in concert. A small patch of tendrils would slide away, to reveal her flesh, before something wet was smoothed over her skin, drying quickly and sealing into a thin layer over her flesh, painting her body slowly while it was held tightly down, helpless, and the tendril below in her folds was joined by another starting to press it's thick, slick length against her tailhole.
 
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Shivering and moaning as she is penetrated, Christine finds the tiny vines covering her entirely, gently but firmly binding her and bending her to a shape of their wishing. Growing wet from the stimulation, she finds her arms bound behind her as the... whatever it was starts covering her with some sort of liquid underneath the vines. Writhing in pleasure, the kitsune waves her tails, not finding it in herself to resist as something smooth and thick presses against her pucker.
 
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Taking her ass as well as her folds smoothly, fucking her in unison and simply heaping pleasure onto her body steadily. There was no rush, no fevered thrusting and hard pounding. Just the steady, rolling stimulation across her entire body except where she was being painted.

It moved slowly, holding her in her position as it coated her in whatever she was being covered in, not allowing an inch of flesh to escape it's embrace. Soon only her tails remained free and her entire body from the tips of her toes to the top of her head was wrapped over in the tight, warm sealant. Her nostrils were clear, she could breath. That was about all the freedom she had.

Her hands had been pulled away from her ass only long enough to be covered, her fingers curled into tight fists before being wrapped over and once it was all finished, it just held her in place, letting it all dry and seal over her flesh as it had it's way with her.

She lost track of time under the ground easily, only managing to count the orgasms the steady and insistent stimulation brought her to, soon reaching 7 before she felt movement around her, the underground pod starting to extract her from itself.
 
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Continuing to wriggle, Christine holds her breath as the thick length slides into her ass and starts fucking her as well, Christine soon cums, still being covered with the hardening liquid. Tensing for a moment as she finds her hands being bound into fists, the kitsune finds forced relaxation in another orgasm. And then several more.

Now tightly bound in the dried paint, Christine finds herself oozing towards the surface.
 
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Enjoying her time in the thing which was unknown, Christine is slid back out onto the surface, blind, mute, and covered in something elastic but firm and smooth. She can hear giggling but can't do much of anything about it and even her hearing is muffled by the covering over her body. She was only certain of one thing, her lower holes were accessable.

Playing the game! Yay! We get a new mold when she wins! one of the fairies cried before landing on her shoulder. It comes off when you leave the floor! And we get the mold it leaves. Then we can grow a plant into your shape and likeness she said happily, kissing her covered cheek.

Have fun, as much a you want. You're safe so don't panic and just wander around. You'll find the edge if you keep going and then you're free.
 
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Laying where she is for the moment, Christine attempts to answer to the fairy, only to realize that her mouth is sealed as well. Fumbling around, Christine gets her hands under herself and attempts to stand up, wandering into the general direction as pointed out by the fairy.
 
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Not trying to immediately free herself, playing along, Christine starts to wander, having to feel her way, mobile but helpless and it was exhilirating. She managed to get several careful steps without trouble, and then found what could only be a tree under her wrapped hand, sliding along around it and continuing to move.

She didn't make unfettered progress however, soon finding her hand sliding along something round and firm, stepping carefully under it and feeling it out, it was round, and alive. Likely a hanging bell and tendrils were already curling down around her shoulders before the bell slid down and sucked tight, the walls of the plant pinning her arms to her sides as two thick tendrils slid over her covered body to grind hard over her lower holes.

The tight opening that had closed around her lifted, drawing her feet off the ground while other tendrils, thick and strong twisted around her legs, pulling her knees up and to the side as the tentacles started to press into her in unison, taking full advantage of her helpless state.
 
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Waving around with her bound fist, Christine accidentally punches a tree. Deciding that the tree was on her way, she tries to get around it only to be sucked into its rather large flower. Struggling helplessly against her bonds, the kitsune spares a thought to poor Tam, stuck with a knot. Then she apparently gets another joyride, tensing as she feels two tentacles press against her lower holes.
 
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Christine does indeed get another joyride, this creature a bit less gentle but certainly making up for it with open enthusiasm. It lasts for a good 20 minutes reward Christine with a very deep and satisfying climax before setting her back down. She couldn't see it, but it had put her back on the ground because a fairy had divebombed another tentacle she was unaware of bulging with seeds, and was cheering as she firehosed seeds all across the glade.

Couldn't have the garden spreading too far.

Stumbling back up to her feet, it was onward to freedom. If she had any luck at all. And she really didn't except for Kari, the little fairy that hated her finally grabbing her tail after she'd stumbled into and been fucked by another pitcher plant, a fly trap, a collection of vines, and a bee, guiding her out to the edge slowly with a giggle. Honestly, it's like you're trying to hit them or cursed. she teased gently, before Christine felt a choice coming along.

Alright hun, you're at the edge, you can keep your covering, we'll uncover your eyes and free your fingers. It'll split open into a kind of living resin suit. They're fun. Or you can step out and have it break away and we'll grow something special with it. she said into her ear, before remembering Christine couldn't speak. Umm. Nod for Keep shake for Leave?
 
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Thinking that she has wizened up, Christine stops walking after the first fuck, instead crawling around on her hands - well, knuckles - and knees. Alas, no such luck. After several more encounters, she finally arrives to what the fairy assures is the edge of the garden. Deciding that she'd rather not go through this again if she found out that she wanted the suit after all, she starts nodding.
 
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Ahh Ok. You got it. Ummm, could we ask you to make another one later? Don't have to play the game, but we love the resins, we can make some really nice stuff with them. Kari says, putting a hand on Christine's forehead. Her eyes open slowly as the resin pulls itself back a little squirming, before she felt it writhe along her body.

Ok... Draw the runes here... and here. Kari muttered, small little touches to the small of her back felt for a moment before she guided Christine's mitted hand back and touched one. Her fingers spread apart. These only work for you. So if someone else gets stuck in it they need your help. But there's plenty. Kari told her, poking her finger at another one and the mask melted away, peeling off her head and freeing her face fully. The other ones are all a bit.. Umm... naughty? it needs to be fed now and again but I think you've had enough of that. Hrm... let's do this one. she said, poking Christine's finger at another, and she felt her hips properly covered.

If sexy amber covered resin. It really was like latex, counted as clothing, then she was no longer naked, but her body was displayed proudly, her curves outlined, her form and features teased and hinted at, and it was so delightfully tight.

Thanks for coming to visit though, and if you wouldn't mind, really, I'd love to grow something in your shape. So come visit again. Kari said happily, seeming far less annoying and a lot more in control of herself then she had out on her own all alone.
 
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"Thanks for the suit. We'll see about another visit, since there are still other floors I haven't even seen, but maybe." Christine replies, making a note to suggest that Ashlie visit this floor. She was bound to enjoy it more than Christine had, and the fairies would probably appreciate her form at least as much. Very conscious of the suit on her, Christine heads down to free Tam from her torment.
 
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