She was being forced to confront her own sexuality. She guessed there were worse things in life… XXX As more of her surroundings began to penetrate her awareness, she heard the sounds of screaming, grunting, groaning. But suckle she did. Her mouth traveled down again, to the sopping wet slit of her new female companion, and her tongue probed the opening with relish. That was as far as she got before whip like tentacles shot from the surface beneath her and ensnared her wrists and ankles. Moving on four limbs in a primate like position, it was mottled orange, brown and black. Scaled, but soft like a jungle serpent, it had no eyes, only a gaping hole in it’s face that she supposed was a mouth. She let it linger for a few moments, indulging in the flavor before swallowing it down.
