She heard her shorts tear away, she wanted to grab for the fabric, hold it too her, but she couldn't. She wondered if Zachary would find her like this, wrapped in a plant that was beginning to have it's way with her. As it entered her wet pussy, Emma bucked. Sex was for procreation, not with a foreign plant. Yet, with the drug came a breakdown of all reason. She moaned, it was doing things inside her no human could do. Her eyes closed as the other tentacle found it's way to her bum. She tensed for a moment, it wasn't right to be taken that way, but soon, the drug let her give in.<br/><br/>Emma began writhing against the plant like a common whore now. Deep down she knew it wasn't right, but there was no more fight left in her. She let the plant intoxicate her, take her, rape her. She didn't care, she was lost, and the plant had control over her mind and body.