Squeeze the woman's throat

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You tighten the coil of vine around the young mother's neck.
You tighten the coil of vine around the young mother's neck.
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She gasps for breath and manages to break free of the vine about her wrists. She begins to claw frantically at her throat, her long nails drawing blood from the fair skin. Your paranormal possession of the plant strengthens the already tough vines. She is unable to tear the vine that gags her away from her neck before her face turns red and her eyes roll back in their sockets. The mother drops as limp as a rag in your tendrils.
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She gasps for breath and manages to break free of the vine about her wrists. In terrified panic, unable to cry out, she claws frantically at her throat. Her long nails draw blood from the fair skin, but your paranormal possession of the plant strengthens the already tough vines. She is unable to tear the thick vine away from her neck before her face turns red and her eyes roll back in their sockets. The mother drops as limp as a rag in your tendrils, your gag still in her mouth.
Juices from the damaged vine leak down her front, soaking her white blouse and revealing her lacy black bra underneath. Those nails ''hurt''. You decide she needs to be punished...
Juices from the damaged vine leak down her front, soaking her white blouse and revealing her lacy black bra underneath. Those nails ''hurt''. You decide she needs to be punished...
Do you:
Do you:
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*[[It's not rape if she can't say no...]]
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*[[Decide it's not rape if she can't say no...]]
*[[Finish her off.]]
*[[Finish her off.]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Vine]]}}
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Vine]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]
[[Category: Rampage]]

Current revision as of 16:51, 23 October 2011

You tighten the coil of vine around the young mother's neck.

She gasps for breath and manages to break free of the vine about her wrists. In terrified panic, unable to cry out, she claws frantically at her throat. Her long nails draw blood from the fair skin, but your paranormal possession of the plant strengthens the already tough vines. She is unable to tear the thick vine away from her neck before her face turns red and her eyes roll back in their sockets. The mother drops as limp as a rag in your tendrils, your gag still in her mouth.

Juices from the damaged vine leak down her front, soaking her white blouse and revealing her lacy black bra underneath. Those nails hurt. You decide she needs to be punished...

Do you:

You are possessing:
Vine
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