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Anonymous
My mind was going a million miles a second, and the tendril gently unwrapped itself from around my neck. The tendrils around my arms and legs lifted my limp body high into the air, and I tried so hard to relay even a single message from my brain to my body, but nothing responded. My eyes started burning like fire as I went longer and longer without closing my eyelids, and just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, a thick, gelatinous, clear substance started bubbling out of the roots of the plant. It crowded out the mud, until the bog was crystal clear and suddenly two more thin tendrils snaked their way into my nostrils. I helplessly let them, and then I found myself dunked into the liquid.
It was like being enveloped by hair gel, and I soon learned that the two tendrils were hollow and began breathing through them. Best of all, the liquid cooled my burning eyes, and also seemed to soothe my various cuts and scratches I had gotten when I fell. I tried desperately to think of what I could do to escape, but nothing came. My knife was uselessly at my side. I could not move to grab it. Then, to my horror, the roots started snaking at my body through the gel. They were quite different from the tendrils, which were smooth and thin. The roots of the plant were thick, bigger than my wrist, with large variations in surface, covered in bumps and grooves, and covered with a soft, slimy coating. They bumped into my body, and blindly wriggled around. I didn't know what to expect, until they began tugging at my clothing, first gently, then with an urgency. One big one wrapped itself around the side of my jeans and tore them unforgivingly from my body. It left a red burn where the cloth had cut into my skin, but the gel cooled it quickly. More tendrils were plunged into the liquid to help, and they slid my panties effortlessly down my body. With a sudden thrill of dread, I realized what was coming as the biggest root of all was heading directly towards my pussy.
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