Initiation or sacrifice?
Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2021 6:43 pm
When she met with the tribe she understood there was a mandatory initiation just to stay with them even for one night during her exploration.
Her understanding of their language or gestures wasn't 100% but she gathered it involved being completely stripped of her gear and clothes and to make it across the mud pit. How hard can it be? a little bog? She was a strong swimmer, just a bit of getting dirty, right?
The moment she stepped in she plunged to her shoulders, it was thick lower down around her ankles. She pumped her legs and tried to climb up, she reached for the vines that dangled above and used them to make her way across the peat.
She looked over her shoulder and saw the tribe looking on intensely. She figured they were maybe perving on her, though it isn't like they do without the slight of bare skin amongst themselves.
But then, once she reached the center, the tribe began to chant. The bog was not only thicker around her legs; she could feel her feet were tangled in something. She tried to pull on the overhead vine but she wouldn't budge. Then she felt her legged being tugged, then something around her thighs.
Before she knew it, mossy vines wrapped around her body, they shot up from the mud and began to bind her. The tribe roared in applause.
She realised this wasn't an initiation, she was a sacrifice.
She fought and pulled at the tendrils from the mud, her grip on the overhead vines began to fail. She couldn't move her feet or legs at all, as she began to sink, she realised something was working its way up her naked, restrained body, swallowing her whole.
Her understanding of their language or gestures wasn't 100% but she gathered it involved being completely stripped of her gear and clothes and to make it across the mud pit. How hard can it be? a little bog? She was a strong swimmer, just a bit of getting dirty, right?
The moment she stepped in she plunged to her shoulders, it was thick lower down around her ankles. She pumped her legs and tried to climb up, she reached for the vines that dangled above and used them to make her way across the peat.
She looked over her shoulder and saw the tribe looking on intensely. She figured they were maybe perving on her, though it isn't like they do without the slight of bare skin amongst themselves.
But then, once she reached the center, the tribe began to chant. The bog was not only thicker around her legs; she could feel her feet were tangled in something. She tried to pull on the overhead vine but she wouldn't budge. Then she felt her legged being tugged, then something around her thighs.
Before she knew it, mossy vines wrapped around her body, they shot up from the mud and began to bind her. The tribe roared in applause.
She realised this wasn't an initiation, she was a sacrifice.
She fought and pulled at the tendrils from the mud, her grip on the overhead vines began to fail. She couldn't move her feet or legs at all, as she began to sink, she realised something was working its way up her naked, restrained body, swallowing her whole.
