Bondage Addict in a Tentacle Jungle

“Archangel Shadada, note that we declare this plant sacred and make someone import it,” I said, while lying on the ground, dripping plant goo, and watching my paladin grunt and huff as she wrestled a huge red Snaps-shaped purple bondage sack attached to a plant.

All of a sudden, while I’d taken a peek inside the gourd-like flower, it had snapped shut around me and constricted immediately with the force of a vacuum seal. While struggling against the bondage-sack, pollinating tentacles had slithered in that slimy space between my body and the petal, groping my slender curves as they crawled all over in search of holes.

Currently, Snaps was getting the same treatment. The outline of her straitjacket bound figure was visible through the petal prison. She kept wiggling her hips as strong tentacles slid through her crotch ropes, seeking an opening. I could see her struggle to keep her lips pursed together as another pollinator tentacle tried to sneak into her mouth.

As long as they weren’t people eating and only used us as seedbeds, they’d make wonderful toys.

No lie, I was a bit jelly at our pirate captive. It’d been several days… heck more like a week? Wow, time does go fast when you’re mortal. But yea, it’d been a small eternity since I’d worn anything remotely skin-tight, let alone durlatex or some restrictive stuff. And the way that thing had hugged me…

Mmmmph!

My fingers were sliding away, rubbing at my wet mound, massaging over the clitty as I watched Snaps writhe and resist pleasure and imagined myself in her place.

“Ion!” shouted Shadada.

Ahhh… clever me, I could wrap my arms around myself in imaginary bondage and still masturbate with my tail. I hugged myself and mimicked Snaps’ predicament, sliding my thick sloppy tail past my ass cheeks and into my slit. Centuries of tail-fucking had turned that clumsy appendage into something downright divinely skilled.

“Ion?” Shadada glanced back at me, then sighed. “Really? Now’s a good time?”

Moaning on the jungle ground, I brought myself to a climax simultaneously with the pirate.

We did get Snaps out of trouble though.

***

“Archahhngel Shaaaada-daahhnn~ dhis is like tooooootally something we’ve gotha…” I sucked in drool. “...gotta have in the cult monasteries.”

“PULL! SNAPS PULL!”

“Nooohh, not yeet– aahh fuck!”

My brain did a backflip as I sucked in a breath of the pink mist that big puffer flowers dotting the cavern-like hollow in the jungle. The gas made my body burn with heat and turned my muscles weak.

While laying there on the carpet of moss and attempting to touch myself with sluggish fingers, the moss-carpet beneath me had come alive. Countless little nublets and tendril-like ends writhed beneath me as one undulating mass, rubbing my hardened nipples, massaging my skin. I pressed my hips against it and tiny moss tips began fondling my pubic mound, arousal stiffened labia, and erect clitty through my leather thongs.

Shadada and Snaps were out at the edge of the aphrodisiac mist, pulling at the rope leash between my wrist and Snaps’ neck. Meanwhile, the soft pulsing caress of the moss was trying to slide me the other way, towards a womb-like cavern of moss between trees.

Alas, they did save me in the end.

***

“Archangel Shadada, how is it?! Give me a number between hiatus and horny jail.”

“NNnnnggh! Oohhh, fuck! C-cumming!”

My tan sexy elf had drawn the lucky stick and won the right to scout ahead through a suspicious meadow of hip height tentacle grass. Sadly, we couldn’t all go, because if both of us ended in peril here, it might be a real game over. So poor me was left to chew on my pinkie, wiggle my thighs together, and rub at myself a little, while dreaming I could be where was.

The tentacle thicket had reached up for her legs immediately. They wrapped around her, but were too slippery to restrain her fully helpless. Instead, she was wrestling her way through them, slowly pressing onwards through the mass, while countless slender tendrils licked up her legs, several sliding in and out of her ass and pussy with each step. She pulled at them and the tendrils bound her arms, only to release their grip when my muscle paladin grunted and pressed onwards through that writhing meadow.

Had it been me there I couldn’t have made it across. Not just ‘cos I’m probably weak as fuck from a… uh a small godly lifetime of fapping and being a submissive sex-toy, but I’d have probably submitted on the spot and let the tentacle grass turn me into whatever they wanted.

O gosh, I really wanted some. Maybe if I…

Just a hooftip?

I licked my lips, then bit on the lower one.

Shadada let out another pre-orgasm moan.

Nggh, gosh, why couldn’t we all just get tangled up in those tentacles and get fucked silly? They didn’t look that strong, so would it really matter if we did? Shadada could get us out.

Some minutes later, after I did a whoopsie and stumbled into the meadow, I had my throat forced open by three slick tendrils, my ass gaped by four, and my pussy pounded womb-deep by another handful. A planty smell and clear sloppy gunk coated my body and leaked out of my holes. A seemingly endless mass of weak-but-heavy grass tendrils wrapped me in an almost cocoon, pinning me against a mattress of squirming plants.

They opposed my struggles like a gang of girls around my strength trying to kidnap me. I could’ve escaped, probably.

But why would I?

***

Later that night, in a small hollow tree filled with warm bioluminescent lichen, while the three of us were scooping grass tentacle excrements from our girly bits and skin.

“Yeah, it’s a problem,” grunted Shadada, grass tentacle goop from her hair.

“This a real thing?” asked Snaps, chuckling. “T’was a jest.” We’d loosened her shibari enough to let her help clean herself, so she had her wrists bound before her now.

Shadada cast me a strained look. “Nope.”

“Hey? What gives? It looked so hot and–”

“We could have all gotten captured and become tentacle breeders.”

“Ahh, well, you see. About that, it’s uhh…” Yeeeeah. I pretended to be super busy with cleaning my own hair. “A moment.”

“So this will be a problem,” said Snaps.

Shadada sighed. “My thanks for your assistance, it was–”

“Not a problem.” Snaps chuckled. “We are in the same shipwreck.”

My elf gave her a smirk and a nod of appreciation.

I tisked at them. How dare they? “Such insolence before your goddess,” I muttered, pouting.

“I doubt she has ever gone this long without being properly bound or captured,” said Shadada.

“I–” I cut my outraged comment short and started counting days.

Snaps blinked. “You are… surely joking?”

Shadada shook her head. “It’s been a few days.”

“Four, I think,” I said.

“Four days?!” Snaps gasped, perplexed. “You can’t… for four days?!”

“Mmmh.” I nodded sagely, grimacing. “It’s a big lifestyle change all around. I didn’t anticipate that losing my powers would lead to less captivity. I thought for sure I’d get kidnapped and turned into a sex slave more, not less!”

“Seas take me under, she is being serious.”

“My goddess is one of submission! No amount of degeneracy is beneath her.”

“He-hee~ My paladin! My angel!” I tried to high five Shadada.

We missed each other, but she did give me a spank that made me yelp, so that was a pyrrhic victory.

Snaps let out a long breath. Her eyes remained on me. There was a thought there that I recognized. A what if question that every slut asks themselves at least once in a lifetime. One that I could read from anyone’s face, no matter their race, age, or hotness levels. The question of ‘What if I could also live like a helpless sex-slave passed around between monsters and mistresses?’

But that expression faded beneath something more calculating. She shook her head. “Whatever the case, the jungles of Perilmuda’s Rectangle are far too perilous to be gallivanting so carefreely. This place will truly take us, if you can’t restrain yourself.”

Hmm. A pickle.

Shadada nodded, glancing at Snaps. “You’ll behave?”

“Weell…” the piratess shrugged, eye gleaming. “I don’t mind if you take precautions. I did tie myself up every night. Though, when you do, I may have a few tips for the crotch-rope.”

“Huh?” Was I so brain-rot without divine powers that basic conversations were beyond me? “What are you guys talking about, you lost me.”

An evil smirk came upon Shadada as she slid closer to me, naked elf-thigh brushing mine and sending an erotic jolt through my spine. Nggh, had we actually fucked today yet? We totally should.

“My goddess…”

Oh, she was bringing her lips closer. Quickly, I closed my eyes and folded my arms beneath my arched back, preparing to receive her kiss while hoping for tongue.

Her voice whispered against my lips. “...you’ll get your wish.”

I parted my lips and let out a tiny plea.

A fruit was shoved into my mouth, forcing my jaws wide. I bit and it got stuck. “Mnngh!”

Two pairs of hands grabbed me by the hair, horns, and shoulders. I yelped as Shadadad and Snaps shoved me face-first into the soft lichen and began tying me up.

Hoops of rope bit into my hips as they harnessed my useless ass. Rope looped around my wrists and fixed them to the harness at upper hip-height. A stick was slid between my elbows and back and they tied my joints to it. The pose forced my butt into a permanent fuck-me pose and left my hands dangling around my tummy, unable to reach my sex.

Thick-coarse loops began winding around my throat, drawing an aroused groan from me as they were tightened and knotted into a snug collar. My eyelids shuddered. I let out a horny sound.

“The resistance… the subtle offer to be bound more… this is…” Snaps huffed.

“Yea, yea, my goddess is a good sub.”

My tail was braided together with rope, folded up, and fixed into a helpless knot behind by hip-harness. If it had been fluffy it’d have looked sorta like a rabbit or doe tail.

“You don’t understand. I have bound many a girl and know myself an excellent rope-bunny, but this…”

Grinding my thighs, I made a helpless little meep against the fruit-gag. I tested the bindings and found them firm. My brain was buzzing overtime with all the sub-dopamines. They had me at their mercy. Were they gonna tie my legs? My crotch? Would they fuck me if I begged enough?

“When I had you two trussed up I knew it,” whispered Snaps.

Shadada pulled me up from the ground and onto my back. Her eyes were half-lidden and face flushed with lust. Her elf-pussy dripped hot and wet, close to my face. She took the fruit off and hesitated.

“Hey, goddess, you mind if I… ?”

I opened my mouth, tongue out and accepting. “Nhaaangh.”

Squishy thighs and ass entombed my face. A thick scent of girl juice fucked my nose deep into the throat with every breath. Shadada’s sloppy opening made an instant mess of my face and I reached out like a good little goddess whore, tonguing my paladin’s opening, before narrowing my devotions on kissing and sucking at her hard clitty.

Strong legs clenched around me. I could feel muscles dancing throughout her abs and hips. Fingers sank into my breasts. She returned my favor on my nipples, twisting and tugging and handling just right to make my head spin even harder out into hornyland.

I felt two hands on my left ankle. Snaps. She pried open my clenched legs. Soft silky legs still lubed by tentacle grass slid against my own slippery skin. Our thighs met. Then, a burning warm mound squished a sticky kiss against my own slit.

I tensed against my ropes. My helpless hands tried to grasp air, then reach for my slit, except I only managed to frame the lewd tattoo branded over my womb.

She leaned her hips into mine. Pressure mushed my labia into hers. Folds laced together. Soft girl-bits snuggled into my slit and put a maddeningly gentle pressure on my little nut-button. She slid her bound wrists around my leg to hug it against herself, while leaning back and putting her weight on me. I wiggled my lower half as much as the bondage and growing asphyxiation from being pussy-choked allowed me. She started rubbing her sex on mine.

I screamed.

Shadada sat hard to muzzle it, then lifted herself. Fresh air entered the saliva and pussy-juice-flooded cave of flesh between my face and her ass, before being sealed again.

My body jerked with a climax. I kicked and tensed and screamed with pleasure.

They held me down, tied up my ankles to my thighs so I couldn’t even kick, and kept taking advantage of me.

By the time they allowed me to sleep, I was a stinking used rag with my face and sex dripping with the scent of two girls. Shadada tied Snaps upside down against me, wrists behind my ass, and left us having to sleep with our faces creamed in our orgasms and arousal. She herself cuddled up to me from behind.

Her hands kept wandering throughout the night, as usual, teasing my tits and body.

I slept amazing!

The next day saw a marked change in our little trio of castaways. Firstly, I was still bound. They’d released my legs a little bit, but agreed to keep me tied at the knees to stop me from running into peril so fast. Secondly, Snaps was holding my leash in her bound hands, which was kinda humiliating and hot. I had a good view of her tan pirate ass bouncing as we climbed.

She was sporty, though not quite as built as Shadada. Like, she had the perfect ass and legs for some tight latex and a bit smaller tits than me. Also some back-muscles, which were sooo hot on her.

Oh, and thirdly, we were all having a kinda nice time for a while!

We found some thick slurpable plants, which, when squeezed, slotted small round egg-like fruits into our mouths. They were hard enough that we had a bit of ovipositor play after lunch, squeezing those plant-dildos to put fruits in our holes. It was totally a race and I totally won (12 fruits in pussy, 15 in ass) though I’m not sure if Snaps or Shadada even really tried their best.

All fruit-egged up, my walking got a bit sloshy. Every couple of moments I had to squeeze out an egg and a mini almost-orgasm.

I had a ton of great ideas about what kind of pilgrimages my future priestesses should have and how to structure my faith.

Snaps sounded totally into it! Shadada was too, of course. We had wonderful discussions about it and bonded big time.

Which is why I was a bit surprised when Snaps betrayed us for the first time.