You are furious "No! I am not going to become a good little slave girl! You can't make me!"

Charles obviously thinks differently, and you worry you do too. Anyway, you recall reading somewhere that a defiant outburst like you just made is often a last gasp defense of someone about to break. You don't recall who said that, or what evidence it was based on, so maybe it's just nonsense. But you have to worry anyway that another time or two and you will be bowing and scraping.

Or you would if Charles wasn't jerking on your chains and taking you off to the zoo to be devoured again. You dig in your heels and try to stop, but while he is not football linesman size, Charles is distinctly bigger than you, and you are lucky to slow him down. All too soon that zoo is back in sight again.

Again, he has another way to make you animal food. Just what it is is not clear at first. He merely takes you to a patch of trees and spikes your chains into the ground. Then he leaves.

This looks pretty good to you. That spike is only shoved into dirt. Granted, it will take you a few minutes to free it, but that is all it will take. You are as good as free of Charles. So you set to work on the stake.
It is tougher to yank loose than you had thought, but it's not impossible. Yank, shove to left and right, pull again and... Yes you are making good progress.

As you concentrate on your work, you don't notice some vines brushing against you, at least at first. But a moment later you realize they are hampering your effort, so you push them out of the way.
They come back.
At first you assume it is just gravity or maybe the wind, but then you recall that there were no vines here when you were being staked out. These vines are actively moving towards you.
Even so, they do not look too dangerous. Just a bunch of vines. But you are here to be punished, and you think you have now met your punisher. In any case, you frantically start jerking on that !@#$ stake. You may not get away at all if you do not get away fast.

Your fears seem well founded. The vines are starting to brush against you and twist around your limbs. You brush them off and get loose, only to realize that you have been distracted from the stake, and now even more vines are coming to the attack.
And these are bigger vines, ones you are having difficulty holding off. If this gets any worse...
It does, quite suddenly. A vine wraps itself around a wrist and starts to pull. Even as you desperately try to undo it, another hits your other wrist. And when you finally get the first one off, it is replaced with 2 more.
Now the vines start to retreat upwards, pulling you off the ground. You struggle, but all too soon you are suspended in the air, nearly helpless. Then quite helpless as your kicking legs are swarmed by a dozen vines.

You are surprised when the vines pull your legs apart instead of tying them together, but all too soon, you realize why. A very large thick vine now approaches your most special of places, and you have no way to block it!
The vine pauses at your lips, and proceeds to act like a huge tongue, rubbing you in a very stimulating fashion. You realize you are about to explode, and then do, in a blood-rushing climax that would end your resistance if you could still resist.
Satisfied, the vine now positions itself, and dives into your inner treasures, pumping furiously, a violation you are shocked to find pleasing.
Even as it pumps, you realize there are other vines wanting a turn with you. One of these now moves to your rear, and proceeds to plug another hole. [It is at least considerate enough to enter gently at first.]
The double attack has its intended purpose, and soon you are screaming your release, a scream that is cut off by a third vine entering that newly opened hole.
As you are rendered air-tight, you feel a gush below. The vine has somehow gotten off. Is it injecting some sort of sperm?, egg?, or digestion fluid? No way to tell, but you fear you will find out all too soon.

As the vines continue their perverted lovemaking, you realize you are now a considerable distance up in the air. Looking up, you see a hole, that looks all too much like a mouth. The vines seem to have come out of the hole and are now going back in, and taking you along!
A few frantic kicks confirm that you are helpless and will go where the vines want. And that is inside the "mouth". Soon you are receiving a large "kiss", and being quickly pulled inside.

As you enter, you feel more juices being spread over your body. Surely digestive juices. And your last hope fades as you feel the "mouth" close as your feet move inside, leaving you unable to move, and still being attacked by the vines.

It is not long before you run out of air and consciousness. So you once again wake in Charles' room. "Want to try that again?"