Lily of the Valley (Tanuki)

[Obuzeti]

Herotudus AE, Third Orbital of the star Trommanon 14

Southern Continent, Nero: Valley of Waters

7.15.2115
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Here is the slinking heart of submission - the Valley of Waters. Slavery has always been legal on Herotudus, and the methods enforcing it have varied from the brutal to the patient, but here is the most insidious method. The Valley is home to an extremely particular specimen, the water lily, a slowly floating zooanthid (freshwater anemone) that drifts on the lazy, criss-crossing deep streams native to the region. Its vivid white flower hangs open, releasing potent narcotic pheromenes into the air and water, and when prey draws near, draws them in with long, flexible tentacles to be leisurely drained of fluids by its probing stamen.

Enterprising masters have taken to purposely leaving slaves in the grip of a water lily, knowing that its narcotic symptoms and the dazed state they leave their victims in can last for months, or with repeated exposure, can become permanent. Loosed in the winding, mazelike valley with its low hills and sudden drops into lily-frequented hidden streams, the air scented by their dazing pollen, no unprotected traveler lasts for long.

That's why, now, the sight of a figure clambering over a low wall is so surprising. Active and moving lithely, she remains swiftly in motion, unlike the lazy, sultry pace that ticks in the valley.

 

[Tanuki]

As with all girls of the Habitha clan, Mira had been trained from a young age to resist the mind-numbing effects of the lilies, to move among the infested waters with impunity. She did not fear the lilies, they were dangerous, but not evil; relentless but not purposeful. It was the slavers she had nightmares about, for they were the ones who had torn her mother from her childhood grasp, and killed many a Habitha male who resisted their devious pursuits. Mira had trained well for the slavers as well, to track them, and to kill them.

Training was one thing, but as Mira scaled the walled compound, she felt her heart thumping in her chest, threatening to alert the guard who stood only a tree length away. She had tracked the slaver who had snatched the careless clan girl from the river, tracked him to this massive walled place, far out of range of she'd ever scouted before. For a moment, Mira gaped in awe at the sight from atop the wall, then focused on the task at hand. Climbing the stone wall was easy, but on the other side was a stretch of water, too wide for her to jump.

The guard was pacing, bored, along a pre determined route. When he was a good distance away, she quietly scampered down the wall, settling gently into the cool fragrant water, her short green skirt floating on the surface til she pushed it under the water, bending at the waist until only half her head broke the surface. The guard was turning to walk back this way, so she ducked behind a strand of water grass and kept perfectly still to avoid causing a telltale ripple. Even her head she kept motionless, tracking the guard with just her eyes. The ponytail that kept her lustrous brown hair from interfering, could easily stir the water if she were careless.

The familiar pleasant smell of the lily juices tickled her nose, and she focused her mind to calm as she'd been taught. From birth the Habitha girls were exposed to the lily juices, to create an immunity before they reached puberty and began experience the traitorous effects. That effort only went so far, so her tunic, the covering on her breasts, and even the small wedge of material she wore under her skirt, were specially coated to protect her skin from the juice-tainted waters. Most of all, she needed strict self control to avoid succumbing to the temptations of the Valley of Waters.

The guard was approaching, unaware of her presence, as she deftly pulled a wicked looking dagger from its sheath. Still, Mira was equally concerned about the water. If she knew the slavers, this was no simple moat, and though she couldn't see past the moonlit glare on the dark water's surface, she knew the lilies were out there, most likely already sensing her presence. Mira kept perfectly still, her dagger ready just below the surface. It was of little use on the lilies, for cutting them would release a deluge of the dangerous juices that even she'd find difficult to ignore. No, the dagger was for the guard, she'd bury it in his neck the moment he detected her.

 

[Obuzeti]

Armed only with a stunstave - an extending staff whose knobbly tips were coated with the paralyzing venom of a local frog species - and a canvas toolbelt, the guard paces lazily alongside the river, eyes roving professionally, using his peripheral vision to search for motion. It's the motion of water that catches his attention, though, because nothing native to the Valley is willing to disturb the surface where the lilies wander, as they are drawn to ripples in surface tension.

Eyes narrowing, he plants the stunstaff in the ground beside him and glanced down at his toolbelt, fiddling with a pouch before drawing out their most useful tool: kabber flakes, small green bits of dried algae.

The ecology of the Valley was well-suited to hunting prey on its own, and the Moyai slaver ring had prospered so by fitting themselves into that deadly world. Kabber flakes were a delicacy to the denizens of the valley, who would swiftly come to feed on them - most particularly, the lockfoot, a fish of middling size whose body was armored in rocky protrusions, and could unhinge its jaws.

The lockfoot would catch some part of a swimmer's body in their mouths then deflate their air bladders, sinking to the bottom of the river. While not heavy enough to drown anything on their own, the thrashing of their prey attempting to stay afloat would inevitably draw the lilies, gracefully gliding over the surface of the water. Thus they hunted together to catch invaders in their silent, still world.

The guard's hand flicked forward and released a spray of the flakes into the water, and his eyes widen as they sprinkle on a form he had previously not noticed, still in the reeds like a lurking crocodile.

 

[Tanuki]

Mira watched the guard curiously as he pulled something from his belt. Her eyes widened in realization as he flicked his wrist, showering the water and her hidden form with some sort of powder. Mira sniffed the air, but the powder had little discernable scent, it simply smelled like a swamp. Kabber flakes! With alarm, she recognized the smell, and felt something brush against her leg. She had to get out of the water and fast! Without another thought, Mira flicked her arm out of the water, watching with grim satisfaction as the dagger buried itself in the guard's neck.

She watched in horror as the guard fell in a lazy arc, into the water with an enormous splash. Almost instantly, she heard the shouts of more guards - they didn't yet know where to go, but they'd heard the splash.

Mira let out a soft cry as she felt sharp teeth latch onto the back of her bare calf above her sandle. Almost instantly she saw bubbles pop to the surface - she'd heard of these creatures but had never been bitten by one. The thought of sharp teeth in the dark water biting her flesh was too much, and she began splashing toward the water's edge, dragging the heavy fish attached to her leg.

A second guard rounded the corner, searching the waters, angling his torch in her direction. Mira drew her other dagger and drew her arm back, but at the moment of release, she cried out as she felt another set of teeth bite down on her other leg, and she watched in dismay as the dagger sailed past the guard's head to thud into the wall of a nearby buiding. In a near panic, Mira splashed to the edge, then lifted one leg out of the water onto the land. Sensing it was out of the water, the fish let go, and she rolled, pulling her other leg out. The other fish let go as well, wiggling back into the water, just as Mira looked up to see a guard standing over her, waving some sort of wand, a cruel grin on his face.

 

[Obuzeti]

The slain guard's body drifts for a moment, spreading faint crimson through the water, before it shudders and is drawn down into the dark riverbottom. A trio of spindly claws have fastened in his clothing, and the corpse is drawn under a sheltered underdraft and into the shadows there, where it disappears. The Valley never stays hungry for long.

His compatriot, standing over Tanya, spits something in their harsh language - curvă prost, te voi hrăni la râu! - and swings his stunstave, the rod clicking out to his full length and striking the woman in the shoulder. The knobbly end bruises her arm and bashes in the thick, smudging venom, immediately driving the limb numb.

Instinctively, he kicks backward, buying a little space as he swings the stunstave upwards and lets the weapon collapse back to its compacted form, already twirling it for a second strike. His weapon has good range and is difficult to stop, but it has always been slow and not the province of a serious fighter - the Moyai target civilians almost exclusively, in order to minimize risk.

His shout also alerts the other guards, who begin to congregate on the area - one is already in sight, bounding in that odd river-walk all Moyai eventually adopt due to their time on their boats. He is distant still but will soon arrive, bearing his own stave and, more dangerously, a whistle.

 

[Tanuki]

Mira cried out in pain when the guard jabbed his strange staff into her shoulder, but it didn't seem to be a serious wound, so she immediately sprung into action. She rolled toward the retreating guard, spinning her body and swinging her leg in a wide arc to strike the guard's ankle, upending him to land on the soft ground with a thud. She reached for his staff to use it on himself, only to find her left arm wouldn't move. Panicking, she kicked out, striking the guard in the side of the head, watching as he grunted, stunned but not unconscious.

Another guard was fast approaching from the left river bank, and she quickly surveyed her options. There was a nearby roof, but the large overhang meant she'd have to jump and pull herself up with one arm. Off to the right she saw more torches waving as if their holders were running. It was time to retreat and regroup. Mira sprang to her feet and ran along the river bank to the right, distancing herself from the frothy water near the Kabber flakes, then leapt with all her strength toward the wall on the other side of the moat. She landed with a great splash, and immediately trudged through the waist deep water the short distance to the wall. She knew her splashes would attract the lilies, but she'd be over the wall before the slow creatures could reach her.

Her left arm dangled useless at her side, and Mira prayed to the gods it was only temporary. Using her good hand to get a handhold, she lifted both feet out of the water and found footholds on the wall just above the waterline. She'd have to jump and catch the ledge with one hand. taking a deep breath, Mira jumped, reaching out with her hand. She grasped the ledge, but her wet fingers slipped and she fell backwards helplessly into the water with a big splash.

Mira stood, shaking her head and wiping the wet hair that blinded her temporarily, reaching for the wall to try again. She heard voices directly behind her, and said another short prayer in hopes they didn't have arrows . . .

 

[Obuzeti]

Falling twice into the water is too much. The lilies are upon her now.

A water lily is a six-foot flower that floats easily atop the water surface, kept there by a special mucus that strengthens surface tension beneath it, and is also the source of its ability to sense vibrations. The enormous blossom glides behind Mira in complete silence, its stamen already extending to catch her in its grasp. These elongated limbs are covered in the sticky, heady pollen that makes the lily so deadly.

Instinctively, the two long vines first wrap about her head, forming a silken noose and forcing their insidious pollen into her face and mouth as they draw her back with inexorable tension. The rest of the lily flattens out, strengthening the floatpad and becoming hard and rigid enough that if she backs into it, it will bend her backwards over and pin her against the leaves.

The air this close to a lily is like peach wine - something soft and vulnerable that sneaks within your breath, heady and inexpressibly fulfilling. Like holding a child that hasn't been named yet.

For all their seductive power, though, the water lily is not a beast of strength, and it can be fought free from. The shouts and footfalls of the guards still echoes in the distance, too, as the enemy comes closer.

 

[Tanuki]

Mira's first awareness of the lily creature's presence was the two vines encircling her head. The sensation was not unfamiliar however, for she had trained for this. It might be more difficult with one arm, but she could break free. Only then, where would she go, there now must have been a half dozen guards nearby judging from their voices. They'd never let her go over the wall.

No, she had another option. The slavers were known to leave their victims in the clutches of a lily for hours, even days. If she could get them to leave her, they might wander off and stop watching her.

From childhood, Mira had been exposed to lilies, and she'd learned how to beat them. The lily, like many predatory creatures, would eventually lose interest if its attacks are unsuccessful. Most lily victims struggled and fought the creature, which made its sweet nectar and seductive juices race through its victim's body to great effect. Mira's people had trained her to be calm, to will herself to ignore the effects. The coatings on her clothing would help insulate her body from the seductive juices and tainted water. Eventually the frustrated creature would let her go, and by that time, the guards would likely have wandered off, thinking their victim was secure in the lily's clutches.

For the ruse to work, she'd have to appear to struggle initially, as any normal victim would. Mira began to thrash, reaching her one good hand up to pull against the vines on her head. she intentionally lost her balance, slipping back to land on the hard pad of the lily while she fought with the vines.

Mira felt her heart pumping wildly, something that had never happened in safe environment of her training. Here, in the den of slavers, with a dozen pairs of male eyes on her, everything was different. She remembered her instructors warning her, that in a real situation, fear could be her undoing. Fear heightened the senses, and a rapidly beating heart would make the lily's poisons doubly effective.

And worse than fear, they'd told her, was thoughts of an impure nature, for those would undo even a trained maiden. She must keep her thoughts pure for that would keep her body unresponsive.

 

[Obuzeti]

Feeling weight on its pad, the lily's fibrous petals lift and twine about her limbs, folding into the distinct chrysanthemum shape with her outthrust torso atop the bloom, Mira's arms and legs bound back around it. As the petals shifted, they released more of its hunting pollen, now floating in the air in a lazy, visible haze of faint white.

With its prey secured, the lily's shorter, furred filaments extend, inspecting the curves of her body with crawling patience. Each is coated with a slick liquid that reacts with the skin oil of humans, the lilies' favored prey - it widens pores and increases sensitivity by provoking a rush of blood, incidentally causing faintness and dizziness. These fine, ticklish filaments slide beneath Mira's short skirt and loose top with ease, blindly searching across her body and spreading their toxins across her bare skin.

The guards - two of them - catch up and spot Mira, provoking a huge belly laugh from one and subdued snickers from the other. The loudest one, wearing the red sash of a raid leader, crouches by the riverside and spreads a few kabber flakes into the middle of the river, which the lotus instinctively drifts towards now that it's secured the other food source. That leaves her stranded in the middle of the water, instead of right next to the wall.

 

[Tanuki]

Mira fought down the urge to fight with all her strength; she had to stick to her plan to have any chance of escape. As the plant began to entwine and pull back her arms and legs, her struggles were only half feigned, for the sensation of being helpless heightened her anxiety. Her flailing one good arm and two legs only made the lily tighten its grip, until she was forced into the awkward lily position with her chest thrust out and her limbs pulled behind her under the water.

Mira steeled herself for what she knew would come next, yet as the lily's soft, exploring feelers began to move about her body, her skin felt alive and tingly, and she found herself twitching and squirming as her sensitive flesh was thoroughly explored. Focus, she thought, knowing her fear was making her body more sensitive, and she tried to force herself to relax.

Her eyes snapped over at the sound of male laughter, and she watched with concern as one of the guards tossed some Kabber flakes, making the lily drift closer to the guards. With the pad turning, she could now see their faces, watching her, their eyes filled with cruelty . . and lust. Mira shivered as the slimy feelers tickled her bare thighs just below her protective covering, and she closed her thighs, but the petals tightened and widened them even further than before. Mira blushed in shame as she saw the men laughing and pointing.

Mira's chest was heaving despite her attempts at calm, and her tunic lifted as the feelers explored beneath, crawling over the thin but treated undergarment that protected her breasts. Her rapid breathing was sucking in the sweet hazy pollen, and it was already making her feel lightheaded. That was normal she knew, and she tried to use it to force calm on herself. It was a fine line she had to walk, being calm and relaxed, without succumbing to arousal from the sensual onslaught.

 

[Obuzeti]

Feeling the rapid patter of air against one of its leaves, the lily begins to unfold a pineal, the tiny curved leaf settling over Mira's head like a hood, blinding her to the guards and the outside world, and then releases a puff of pollen directly into her restrained face, forcing her to breathe the tainted air and disabling her even more.

The aphid capillaries come next - the tiny tendrils that seek over her skin, drawing in sweat and water droplets, vacuuming them up with little sucks of pressurized air against her bare skin. They dance against the backs of her thighs, at the join of her hips and over her tight buttocks, leaving faint pink marks from their suction as they hunt for moisture over her entire body. The constant searching flips her skirt up onto her waist, leaving her treated lower lips and their covering exposed to the open air - it does its job of preventing entry, but the material is not quite water resistant, and the capillaries curiously suckle upon it, drawing out the water within.

The red sash guard laughs delightedly, and throws another pinch of kabber flakes to draw the lily even closer to him - he sits on his heels and waits for it to drift closer, his two compatriots by his side waiting for whatever his plan might be.

 

[Tanuki]

Mira knew from her training what was coming next, but when it happened, it was still disconcerting, as the leaf covered her face and puffed a cloud of pollen. Rather than holding her breath, she stayed calm, trying to breath normally. A sort of hazy cloud washed over her mind, making her feel relaxed and warm inside all over, and the tickling searches of the lily's appendages seemed to grow in intensity. This was a critical point, she had to remain calm, absorb the sensations without giving in to them or losing herself to the pleasurable feelings.

The aphids came next, moving over her skin making tiny sucking motions that tickled and teased. She focused her mind, not thinking about the tiny suckers - instead keeping a blankness and calm at the forefront of her thoughts. When she felt her skirt flip up, exposing the thin undergarment of treated cloth that covered her, she bit her lip as the tendrils began to suck on the covering, each suck causing a little twitch of pleasure that took every bit of focus to ignore.

A noise from one of the guards alerted her - they were so close now! The pad must be drifting closer to the guards, and she found that fact terribly disconcerting. With the leaf over her face, she couldn't see them, but she imagined them looking at her, bound helplessly to the lily pad, her body being explored by the flower's appendages. Mira knew from experience that she could tear off the leafy covering on her face, but she didn't want to tip off the guards to her deception. Better they imagined her face contorted in pleasure, as any normal victim would be by now.

Her mind was glowing cloudy and her body was heating up from the prolonged exposure, so she concentrated on relaxing as she'd been taught. Enjoy the pleasurable touches, without letting it drive her to arousal and loss of control. To make her deception convincing, she began making soft moaning sounds and moving her body as if succumbing to her own desire.

 

[Obuzeti]

The lily drifts closer to the shore where the guards have gathered, within arm's length, following the trail of crumbs back to their thrower. Red Sash says something harsh, derisive, and reaches out with one hand, peeling off the covering over Mira's swelling pussylips, leaving her bare and aching in the cool evening air. His palm, soft from the oils and poisons every slaver uses in their profession, begins to rub relentlessly against those parted folds, even as he directs the other guards into motion.

Drawing their hunting knives, they slice what remains of Tanya's clothing from her body, leaving her bare, gleaming, and bound upon the lily bloom, tawny skin quivering with each inhalation of tainted air from the water lily's blossom. Her dagger drops to the lilypad with nothing to tie it to her body anymore, and one of the underguards reach for it - perhaps her last chance to escape, even with fingers stroking her moist lower lips and the lily's caresses growing ever more pleasurable and penetrating.

 

[Tanuki]

Mira grew increasingly nervous the closer she drifted to the slavers. She couldn't see them, but she was so close she could hear their breathing above the soft sucking sounds of the feelers that roved over her quivering body.

When she sudden felt her undergarment torn from her hips, she cried out in protest, and when she felt a hand move against her heated juncture, her thighs clenched, only to be slowly pulled apart by the tendrils. All the pent up desire she'd been trying to hold back, exploded into her through his rubbing hand, and she moaned helplessly, for real this time. Then she felt soft tugs on her clothing, before it too was pulled from her, exposing her torso to the moist air with a rush of tingly pleasure. She tensed, expecting more hands to be on her shortly, and to her surprise, her body reacted eagerly to that thought. Her plan was dashed, she could never stand up to this, she had to escape!

With her one good hand, Mira wriggled out of the Lilly's grip as she'd done many times in training, then ripped the leaf off her face, throwing it at the guard who was reaching for her side. The dagger! Mira grabbed it, jabbing it into the arm of the other guard and pulling. With a yell, the impaled guard toppled into the water as she pulled the dagger out and plunged it into the chest of the first guard who had just pulled the clinging leaf from his face.

The water was frothing already as various creatures were attracted to the blood of the wounded guard. The guard with the red sash was extending his stun staff and he jabbed it at her. Mira rolled, turning over the pad so she was face down in the water, while kicking hard with her feet and using her free hand to pull on the tendrils that imprisoned her legs and other arm. Free of the lily, she dove and kicked swimming hard to distance herself from the thrashing guard and the swarm of creatures attacking him. Mira swam under water until her lungs felt close to bursting, then as quietly as possible she rose to the surface. She looked about but the guards were looking further upstream, she had gone far downstream and was so far unnoticed.

Mira looked about when hearing the sound of running water. It was a mini waterfall, only a few feet of a drop, but past the waterfall she could see people and torches. She needed to get out of the water before going over, so she reached for the shore, and . . . nothing! Her good arm wouldn't move! The red-sash guard must have touched her with his staff. Panicking, Mira rolled over on her back and tried kicking, but she was speeding up already, and a moment later she went over the waterfall, landing with a big splash as she sputtered and came to the surface, immediately kicking toward shore. She saw heads turning toward her, but when she reached the edge of the water, she found it impossible to get out with both her arms hanging useless in the water. Her legs were tiring from treading water, she was going to drown if she didn't get help. She saw a man approaching, dressed not like a guard, he could be a villager, and he might help her! Mira cried out to him. "Please, sir, help me, I can't move my arms!"

 

[Obuzeti]

The man she sees is no villager. Mira has drifted to the heart of the Valley - the Floating World, where the lilies are tended and grown, and the slavers train their pets and break them to their will. It is a wide, shallow pond about shoulder-deep on a man, strewn with lilies both unladen and carrying nude, trembling victims in the throes of unforgiving, relentless orgasm. Their soft, hoarse cries mingle with the fireflies hung low over the surface of the water, and the moonlight, to create a scene of the most perfect, blissful perdition imaginable, all undulating flesh, soft lights, and the sound of lapping water.

Dressed in white silk that clings to his lithe body, translucent with the water dripping down his form, the man is tall and thin, imposing without looming. There is a depth behind his full-black eyes, the iris long since collapsed from toxin overdose, that is geniunely terrifying. He strides through the waters unconcerned by the insidious life in the rivers, and cups Mira's cheek with his hand as she struggles to stay afloat. Even that faint touch causes tingles in her face; he has been exposed to the lilies so often that their poisons have soaked into his skin.

"You are lost, little one," he says, and pushes her head underwater for the barest moment. When she comes back up, gasping for air, he shoves a little wrapped pill into her open mouth, then turns and walks away through the waters, serene and yet moving more swiftly through the water than she could with all four limbs intact. As he leaves, he makes a chirruping whistle, and the empty lilies strewn across the wide pond begin to converge towards her and the pill she struggles to spit out.

 

[Tanuki]

As the man moves closer, Mira began to doubt her assumption. This was no villager, dressed in white silk, and up close, his eyes were unnatural, and all black. Mira tried too late to swim away from him, but he grasped her cheek and pushed her under. It was then she realized her toes could touch the soft bottom, and she stood, bringing her head back out of the water, gasping, only to find the strange black-eyed man had tossed a small pill in her mouth, which she nearly inhaled and stuck in her throat. Mira coughed desperately, dislodging the pill, only to find the man was walking away from her, making a strange whistling sound. She thought it strange that he didn't wait to make her swallow the pill, and wondered what he was up to, but she quickly spit out it out anyway, watching it plop in the water and start to bubble as it sunk. It was only then, no longer struggling to stay afloat, that Mira noticed her surroundings.

First she heard the sounds . . . desperate moaning sounds, of young women caught up in the throes of passion. Mira gasped as a woman floated by, bound to a lily pad, her body arching and trembling as if she were trapped in some unending orgasm. She spun her head and saw another, and another, all of them afflicted as the first, their faces exposed and trapped in ecstasy. These pads didn't seem to have the leaf that attacked the face of their victims, but that was small comfort.

"No!" Mira cried out, seeing no way out of the hellish place. With her arms useless, and her protective coverings torn off, only her training could keep her from suffering the same fate as these poor girls. As she stood neck deep in the cool water, her thighs clenched tightly in anticipation of unseen underwater horrors, she was aware of how aroused and sensitive her body had become. How would she resist a 2nd lily in her current state?

She looked about for the strange man, but he was nowhere to be found, and then she screamed when something deep in the water touched her bare calf.

 

[Obuzeti]

The last part of the Valley triad, the lotus eels, had begun to congregate. These winding, twining fish ate the local frogs almost exclusively, and thus developed their own brand of paralytic substance, a thick and oily mucus that coated their entire body. It couldn't soak through skin, but they were experts at knocking prey over in the waters of their home.

One eel smashed into the back of her knee, forcing Mira to drop to her knees in response - almost immediately after, another eel follows the path of the pill the Silk Man had left and swims straight for her mouth, wrapping itself about her neck in response to her struggles. The mucus tastes like almond oil in the water.

And already the lilies are looming, gliding just within arm's reach in the pond, their stamen reaching out for her quivering body.

 

[Tanuki]

Mira cried out as some sort of creature struck the back of her leg, driving her under the water. With her arms dangling uselessly, she kicked desperately off the bottom, when she saw a blur of movement in the murky water. It was a lotus eel! She'd trained with them as well, she knew how to defeat them, you simply squeezed a soft spot behind their gills and they would go to sleep. Mira panicked . . . she couldn't possibly do that without the use of her hands!

The eel slithered around her neck, squeezing tightly just as Mira broke the surface gasping for air. Mira thrashed, terrified - she eels she'd trained with had never done this! Another eel struck her leg, and another, causing her to sink below the surface again, her body twisting and turning to try to escape the eel tightly wound around her neck. She was able to stand finally, and she burst to the surface, desperately trying to suck air through her constricted neck.

Suddenly Mira felt the familiar vines of a lily encircling her forehead, pulling her head back. The lily pad! It would keep her afloat, keep her from drowning! Another eel struck her leg, and she used her other leg to push off backwards to where she guessed the lily pad would be. Almost immediately she felt the hard pad against her bare back, and immediately she felt the lily petals begin to trap her arms, pulling her back against the floating platform. The eel was still squeezing her neck, however, making her gasp for air, as her back was arched and her legs entwined by the lily as it captured her. Her naked form was lifted out of the water and bent backward, exposing her now uncovered womanhood to the moist, perfumed air. She didn't even notice the soft furry tendrils began to gently assault her body, for she still struggled to suck in air past the eel's suffocating grip. She tried to call for help, but could only produce pitiful gasping sounds. Her eyes spotted a slaver watching her, but he seemed unconcerned, in fact he was grinning at her, as if he knew something she didn't.

 

[Obuzeti]

With her body now completely bared to its inquisitive tendrils, the lily's investigative caresses of Mira's body bears more fruit now. As her limbs are sealed inside the folding petals of the lily, the tickling stamen follow the long lines of her legs up to the puffy folds of her sex, each curious tip grinding lightly against her slit. One nuzzles up against her clitoris by accident, then follows it when she bucks, the plant instinctively searching for what causes the most pleasure to its prey. After several questing rubs against the sensitive pearl, the tip of the stamen unfolds into a wet mouth-like orifice, and that lowers over her throbbing clit, sheathing it in moist warmth that pulses like a heartbeat - synched to her own, in fact.

The eel rhythmically tenses as well, uninterested in leaving just yet, even though it cannot breathe air and will have to abort soon enough - it forces her to gulp and snatch every breath greedily as the sinous animal allows it.

 

[Tanuki]

Mira was terrified, her legs thrashing against the lily leaves that gripped them, but each time a foot would come loose, the lily would patiently extend its tendrils and recapture her leg. Without her arms she had no hope of escaping. She'd hoped the eel around her neck would drop off, but it was still squeezing down, making it a struggle for each breath - sometimes her head would dip under the water and she'd get a mouthful of water slick with the oily secretions from the eel. She'd come up coughing and gasping, swallowing much of the water and spitting out the rest. Mira knew that oil was dangerously potent, doubly worse if ingested directly, but she could do little but focus on getting air in her lungs.

With her fight to keep breathing, Mira hardly noticed the dozens of tiny furry feelers that were exploring her now naked, defenseless body. But while her mind was distracted by her fight to stay alive, her body was responding hungrily to the sensual touches, driven by the extended exposure to the lilies, and the eel secretions she'd swallowed were starting to do their work. Her body felt swollen and ripe, her breasts felt full and her nipples were distended and aching as the feelers explored every peak and valley. Something was going on down between her legs, but she couldn't see with her back arched and her head entwined by the capturing vines. Mira could only feel it as several of the ticklish stamen began to focus on the burning crevice they found there. One of them nudged against her most sensitive spot and her thighs clenched in response. That drew a most unwelcome attention, for the next thing she knew, she felt a soft wet mouth take in her tiny clit and begin a rythmic sucking.

Mira thrashed on the pad as the sensation exploded inside her, a tortured cry escaping her gasping lips. Her thighs closed tightly to try to protect herself, but the lily forcefully pried them open wide. The sucking stamen continued unceasingly, and Mira twisted and turned in the lily's clutches, her body shuddering with each gentle suck. Mira whimpered as she felt a rising tide of pleasure threatening to wash over her, and she knew she could not give in to her body's cry for release. Her instructors had always made sure to keep the lilies from getting this far with their trainees, but they'd made sure she knew she must fight with every fiber of her being, and not let the lily make her orgasm. She strained against the vines to turn her head, spotting one of the slavers, pleading with her eyes in hope he would see her and have mercy.

 

[Obuzeti]

The slaver wanders closer, smiling nonchalantly as he even leans against the lily right beside Miya's bound form. Carelessly he reaches up and begins to pluck at one of her stiffened nipples as she struggles against the bindings of the lily and its ever more intrusive exploration of her body. "New here, I take it?" he says, eyes traveling over her firm tits and the graceful arc of her neck. "Don't worry, it won't take long for you to get used to it."

He undoes his sash and pants as he speaks, and soon is gently stroking his thick maleness in time with her slow undulations. "Tell you what - suck me off, and if you manage to make me finish before the flower catches you, I'll let you go. I'll even get rid of the eel. Sound fair?"

He's smiling too much and too wide to be trustworthy, but the lily's ministrations are growing more urgent, fuzzy feelers learning and seeking the most vital parts of her curvy body, brushing in between her fingers and toes, over the arch of her belly, widening the lips of her pussy and slipping within to search inside her folds for that glorious sweetness, even as that damnable little mouth continues to sweetly suck upon her clit. What is a man before this damnable, tireless thing?

His cock hangs before her upside down head, broad and half-erect, just before her panting lips, and his hand has already gripped the eel, preventing it from choking her, but not removing it just yet.

 

[Tanuki]

Mira watched warily as the slaver approached, his casual smile making her doubt he was interested in helping her. But with each tortured breath, she became more fearful she might choke to death, and with so many slaves floating around, she wasn't sure the slavers would even care if they lost one!

He began flicking her turgid nipple, making her choke on a moan. "New here, I take it? Don't worry, it won't take long for you to get used to it." Mira shook her head in denial of his words, she would not get used to this! She groaned when he pulled out his cock and began stroking it suggestively, saying "Tell you what - suck me off, and if you manage to make me finish before the flower catches you, I'll let you go. I'll even get rid of the eel. Sound fair?"

His hand reached out to squeeze the eel, and the sudden influx of air triggered a coughing fit. It felt wonderful to be able to breath, and then the full impact of what the lily was doing to her body struck her. Mira nearly came, her body shuddering before she fought it down. Then the slaver let the eel tighten its grip again, and her terror returned as she fought to breath.

When he stopped the eel from squeezing again, she was ready, and she burst out gasping. "I . . . I'll do it! Whatever you want! P-please just don't let it choke me!" Even speaking was difficult as the lily assaulted every inch of her body. She felt so ripe she wanted to burst, and she couldn't keep her body from spasming and quivering. In fact she couldn't understand why she hadn't come already, then she remembered her instructors saying the eel secretions had a nefarious effect, of prolonging the time between climaxes, but making them doubly strong and debilitating.

"P-please . . . let me . . . use my m-mouth on you . . ." she moaned to the grinning slaver. Even the sight of his swollen cock seemed to make her body flame higher, and she whimpered in shame, unable to look him in the eye.

 

[Obuzeti]

The slaver smiles, and hefts his cock in one hand, brushing the broad head against Mira's soft lips. The water is just high enough to place her face even with his waist, perfect for him to comfortably slide his large member inside her mouth. He brushes aside the capillaries suckling over the sweat of her ample breasts and begins to knead them with his hands instead, squeezing and moulding the heavy tits for his own pleasure.

The lily begins preparing the final stage of feeding - a long tubular tentacle prods at her lower lips, then slides between them, forcing inch after thick inch of pliable rod within her clenching pussy. It slides all the way inside until her body can simply take no more - and then halts, and begins to sway gently, only a half-inch in and out. The thick rings studding the shaft inside her make every torturous motion a lifetime as it slips within her shivering body.

When she begins to suck he spares a moment to strip the eel and cast it aside, but he deliberately drags one hand through its slime, for use on her bound, resisting form later.

 

[Tanuki]

He'd said he would let her go . . . if she could . . . make him finish. How would she do that, she'd never serviced a man with her mouth . . . or any part of her body!

Mira trembled as she watched the slaver take his swollen member in his hand and move it toward her with a smile. When his cock touched her lips, she was surprised at how hot it seemed against her skin cooled by the water. Then he slid himself inside her mouth and she panicked as her lips were spread wide and she felt his hot cock head sliding along the top of her mouth to nudge up against the back of her throat. She recoiled, pulling her head back, but the slaver pushed himself back in, sighing with pleasure as his swelling cock slid inside the wet cavern of her mouth. She most soft crying sounds as she took in his full length, forced to breathe through her nose, which was so close to his crotch that she could smell his male scent. Her tongue inadvertently moved against the bottom of his cock head, and she saw him grunt with pleasure. The underside of his cock seems very sensitive, she realized with excitement, and she used to tongue again, rewarded with a groan from the slaver.

A shudder rippled through Mira's body, and she realized she had to work fast, if she were going to make him finish before the flower finished her! She pulled her head back, then pushed forward, at the same time moving her tongue to caress the ridges of his cock head. His taste was foreign to her, and a bit unpleasant, but she suppressed her revulsion and focused on finding what would give him the most pleasure. When she saw him pull the eel from her neck and toss it away as he'd promised, she felt a wave of gratitude fill her.

When his hands began squeezing and fondling her swollen tender breasts, Mira moaned against his maleness filling her mouth, and she made soft muffled cries when he firmly squeezed her nipples, which felt close to bursting. It was terribly distracting, but she refocused on her task, gripping his cock tightly between her lips as she worked herself back and forth, taking his cock nearly out of her mouth, and pushing all the way in til he wedged into the opening of her throat. She coughed and gagged the first few times until she got used to it.

Then suddenly her eyes widened, for she felt something thick and cool pressing against the heated furnace of her lower lips. The lily had continued far past the point she'd ever experienced in her training, so she had no idea what to expect. Then the lily's rod slid easily into her, guided by her ample juices. "Oh god!!!" she moaned, arching her back, the slaver's cock popping out of her mouth. The rod continued burying itself in her quivering passageway, and her whole body stiffened and trembled. She looked up to see the angry face of the slaver. "I'm s-sorry, I'm sorry!" she pleaded, reaching with open mouth for his cock and hungrily taking it in again. Down between her legs, the thick rod had settled into a slow rhythm, moving in and out in short motions that drove her mad. She trembled, soft cries coming from her throat as she struggled to keep servicing the slaver with her mouth, feeling a massive wave building inside her. Her head moved on his cock more frantically, her tongue slathering him, seeking out his pleasure spots with desperation. She didn't think she could hold out, and she hoped he was getting close to finishing!

 

[Obuzeti]

The slaver takes a casual lick of his fingers as soon as he feels his orgasm begin to threaten due to his captive's eager sucking of his cock, and the eel's slime dampens the pleasure into a low coil in his gut, delaying and intensifying the oncoming climax. Not nearly as inundated with chemicals as she is, he can last all day like this if he wishes.

"Let me return the favor," he says with a barked laugh, and leans down to nibble at her upthrust hips, hands reaching under her to clench her taut asscheeks and squeeze them, spreading them wide. One of the lily's stamen almost immediately finds the stretched pucker of her ass, worming inside. The lobed length thrusts deep inside her clenched rectum, spearing up just as deep as the one in her pussy, its soft, slick surface functioning as natural lube. It squirms inside her depths, unable to recognize the difference between one hole and another just yet, and begins its own steady, agonizingly short pumps. The ribs and lobes rub against one another as they alternate slow thrusts, catching her body in between merciless penetrations.

"You're going to cum," the slaver murmurs, licking at Mira's navel, just over the throbbing shaft buried deep in her pussy. "This is where you stop, clever slave. This is where you're going to spend your life, on the Floating World, fucked endlessly by the lilies and whatever slaver wants to use your sloppy, ready pussy. It's over for you, meat."