The more Lydia fellated the doorknob, the bigger and harder it got.  In fact, the outline of a man appeared in the wood of the door, and then the door itself changed shape so that a three-dimensional form pushed out from the formerly flat wood.<br/><br/>The feeling of the knob changed, too.  The metallic knob strengthened, lengthened, thickened, and grew warm.  The texture changed to feel like a silken skin, and the knob seemed to throb with life.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah, yeah, that's it, just like that.  Take that doorknoob deep down your throat, press those lips against my wood, and stick your tongue into that... into that... into that keyhole.  Oh, that's it, you, ah, you're, mmm, you're... making... me... unlock!"</strong><br/><br/>The knob gushed sticky, white cream.  The first burst was shot straight down her throat to her belly.  When Lydia pulled back, she got more than a mouthful of cum, the amount being copious enough and the force being sufficiently overwhelming so that some cum shot of her nose and dribbled out her mouth past the seal formed by her lips.<br/><br/>The goo coated her tongue - it actually tasted sweet and even quenched her thirst and satisfied her hunger.  The claw scratches and bite marks from the wolfmen that were on her body healed themselves, and even her mood seemed to improve.<br/><br/>But the doorknob was not done.  When she pulled back so that strings of saliva and cum formed bridges between the door and the back of her throat, the door knob blasted still more cum at her, unleashing a torrent right at her face.<br/><br/>The figure in the door flattened out, and the door unlocked and opened wide for her to enter.  Once she was inside, the door closed... and locked... behind her.<br/><br/>The closest of Pandora's Bitches failed to stop the closing door in time, almost getting her fingers slammed in the process.  Fortunately for Lydia, the door was satisfied, and the knob recessed so that the door was just a panel of plain wood.<br/><br/>On the other side of the door was another section of the Forest of Lust.  The woods were thicker here, and the girls were more spread out.  After a few steps along the path, Lydia was exposed to a scent.  It was a nice, pleasant smell, reminding her of home, meals with family, flowers from friends and the musk of men.  It drew Lydia closer, so that she took in more lungfuls of the scent.<br/><br/>But that's when it was apparent that it was all a trap.  The smell in that part of the forest was intended to draw contestants closer, contestants like Lydia.  It already worked on another contestant, a familiar competitor, Jenya.<br/><br/>The scent was stronger as one went deeper into that part of the woods, and Jenya was succumbing to the lust caused by the scent.  She danced and spun throughout the forest with her eyes closed and her mouth in a smile.  Vines came out of nearby trees, offering her more smells from the attached flowers, along with juices and pulp from the ripe fruits that were hanging off the vines that were gently caressing her skin.<br/><br/>The demeanor of the vines changed suddenly.  The tender touches on her arms and legs turned into firm grips around her wrists and ankles.  They restrained her tightly, lifting her off the ground, spreading her legs wide, moving her arms above her head, as she futilely struggled to free herself.<br/><br/>The tips of some vines sharped into blades that cut open her shirt to reveal her breasts.  Other vines wormed into the legs of her pants through the waist until they emerged by her feet, then spread wide, ripping her bottoms of her lower half.<br/><br/>With her body exposed save for some scraps that remained on her, the vine tips changed shape again, some forming suction cups that attached to her nipples and clit, others transforming into phalluses that poked and prodded against her mouth, her pussy and her ass.<br/><br/>Lydia watched from a safe distance.  Simply pinching her nose would spare her from the influence of the vines.  Jenya looked at Lydia for help, her pleas and screams cut off by the juicy stalk filling her mouth, the muffled sounds growing louder the more the other vines teased her the entrances to her front and back passages.<br/><br/>