The tentacles wrapped each tightly as if to suffocate them.They struggled and thrashed until all of their energy wasgone and they could fight no more....With a tentacle feedingeach of them life giving oxygen, they were each slowlyencased in a sticky slime. In that cocoon, each would betransformed into his subconscious ideal of himself.***The calm surface of the lake was broken half a day later bya gasping young man. Derek was the first to come out of hiscocoon. He lay on his back in the water. "That's not what Phoebe said to me at the time. As I sat on one of the trunks in the box-room to take off my shoes and socks, she begged me to let her go. While I took off my pants, I spun her some malarkey about how she had encouraged me to rape her by her comments on an essay I had submitted on one of the Bard's longer poems. Shakespeare doesn't get a mention in Slave to a Harsh Mistress. My cock, or rather Bruce's cock, does.I remember that when Phoebe first saw the size of my erection as I. Joy let out a loud groan calling out my name. It got camouflaged by the movie sounds and started to explode seemingly unstoppable bursts of cum-spray in my cum-hungry mouth. When you apply yourself with total dedication, you can achieve the unthinkable.Most women, especially the young girls, would have gagged vomited or just left the poor guy to finish with his hands. Thus ruining the whole thing. But as Joy remarks – I was born to suck cock and swallow man juice. With the movement of my. “That makes us no different from him,” Joseph told them. “As king, I could walk down to his cell immediately, hoist him up by his throat and strangle him. No one would say a word or lift a finger to defend him.”“True,” Liala agreed. “But it is also your responsibility as king to defend those we view as reprehensible.”“I fear that is where I find myself,” Joseph admitted. “In due course, I must simply release him to go on his merry way. I suppose I could concoct a charge and put him to death..