The vines that are wrapped around you slowly pulse, a rythm that almost matches your heart beat.
There is something about it that excites you, even more than the feeling of restraint. It reminds you of all those times at school when the Jocks used to tie you up. How they used to strip you naked and use you.
The memory of what they did, and your own guilty pleasure at their treatment, makes you hard.
You know that you should be scared but as a vine tightens around the base of your shaft you can't pretend that you are not enjoying this.
This is why you came here, a fantasy based on the whispered stories. But this was real and as the vines pulled you towards the mouth of the plant you didn't resist.
You knew that this plant wanted to eat you, to digest your body into an erotic fertiliser but you didn't care.
The vines were now lowering you into the the bulb where you could see a pool of liquid. A liquid that if you remembered your science classes correctly would melt your flesh, reducing everything to liquid nourisment for the plant.
Before you left your life behind you got one last look at the world and your discarded clothes. The vestiges of who you had been but now you could see your future. Clearly visible at the bottom of the pool were bones, at least a couple of skulls or partial ones at least. There were some corroded glasses and a couple of watches and rings. It was apparent that not all the visitors to the plant had left their clothes behind like you had.
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