Emma's shorts finally gave way to the tentacles, tearing through the soaked fabric like paper. Free of any obstruction, one of the longer tentacles shot into Emma's cunt. Sending the goo pulsing inside of her. The Third tentacle warped around her hips now, snaked it's way through her crotch and down her ass crack, it's feelers rimming her anus.<br/><br/>The tentacles fed of the psychic energy of there victims. The Emotions of sexual stimulation catalyzed it's biological processes the way most plants use sunlight. While the plant could provide for all of it's victim's food, air, and hygiene needs. The constant overstimulation from it's Narcotic venom often left weaker minds ruined after a few hours. And the tentacles would not let up as long as the victim was still capable of sexual pleasure, often fucking them to death by exhaustion after days of mindless euphoria.<br/><br/>Not that Emma knew any of this, all she knew at this point was her inability to escape. Her place was here, in the slimy embrace of the tentacles.