<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/cWyVOB5.jpg)</div><br/>The phallic object swelled, stretching the walls of her moist sex, elongating spearing deeper and deeper into her core with each passing moment, and as much as she tried to wriggle and twist, it was pointless.  She was too restrained,  too bound.  The leather cock growing inside her kept pushing deeper and deeper into her, stretching her out wider, unrelenting, unforgiving, yet at the same time with a hint of soft suppleness of the leather that  had spawned it.  She did not know which was worse, the invasion, or the betrayal of her own body as it sent waves of pleasure through her at the penetration, the fact that her invaded sex juiced, grew damper and damper by the moment by the carnal invasion.<br/><br/>Her head was free and she looked around for her weapon.  It lay on the floor next to the chair, but it might as well be a hundred feet away for all she could do to move her wrists.  Then she noticed the paintings on the wall, only a few of which were lit enough by the lantern light to see clearly.  She watched as one turned, following her movements as if it were alive.  Then when it noticed she was watching it's mouth opened in a silent scream and it's shape changed, it's image rotting away to a skeletal visage in front of her very eyes.<br/><br/>Then she felt something new, a pressure between her cheeks as a second appendage began to grow from the seat of the chair and push upwards towards the tight knot of her ass.  If she did not break free now she'd find herself invaded on two fronts!<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">To try to escape the living chair's bonds, you'll need a strength or escape artist check, DC 15.  You can retry, but the DC goes up by 1 each retry.<br/><br/>Or of course she can just give in and see where it goes.  :)</div></div>