[u][t]Petal:[/t][/u]
Petal had been mentally preparing for this challenge like any other, however, once it had begun it was mostly unlike the rest - bar the most recent challenge with the mirrored room. Instead of a frantic rush for the finish, or a panicked battle of strength against another cub, this one started out eerily [i]calm[/i].

*Minerva's voice echoed from the distance, beckoning the cubs to find their way through the now-taller-than-ever crimson grass that obscured their view entirely. Given her species, Petal's first instinct was to sniff out a safe path. However, upon smelling the air around her, she would not detect any sign of danger ahead, opting to rush ahead and try to beat the remaining cubs before-

[i][b]squelch[/b][/i]

When her foot first sank downwards, she assumed it to be mud or.. [i]something[/i] of that sort. But trying to pull herself back out proved useless as she now felt each individual ..tentacle? that gripped at her thin leg and pulled her down. "Wha-? No, no no no no I can't lose!" She would pull and pull with all her strength, but finding her leg to sink down further as she made negative progress to break free. "Shit, what [i]is[/i] this?!"

She would finally look down to see the horror that awaited her - a toothy plant with its petals splayed flat on the ground, with tongue-like tentacles protruding out and entangling around her legs, taught as they retracted back inside its center. Petal’s eyes immediately filled with horrified tears as she slipped onto her ass, fighting for every second before ultimately getting pulled inside.

[t][u][t]Vine-plant:[/t][/u]
The tentacles were doing their job just as programmed, wrapping around her leg tight and refusing to let go, dragging the little wolf girl clawing and fighting the entire way into its massive open bud. As she was dragged inside she found herself splashed in some sticky, goopy fluids. It tingled gently on her skin but wasn't quite potent enough yet to be burning to the touch. It wasn't likely to shift her focus from the nearly countless tentacles inside the plant starting to surround her, trying to take hold of her other limbs, leaving her unaware of the slowly opening holes in all of her clothes wherever the fluids had touched.

[u][t]Petal:[/t][/u]
"Shit, shit! No, please, let me go! HELP!" She'd cry out, looking up just in time to see the flower's bud closing up just inches above her head. "HELP!! Somebody, please!" She'd twist and pull in every direction she could muster, trying to rip herself free from the plant's grip, but in the process she could feel herself becoming more and more tangled up in its mess of vines. As more tried to grab hold of her other limbs, she'd attempt to bat them away, quickly noticing that each time she made contact with one her skin would tingle and eventually sting with irritation the more she fought.

"God, no, I have to make it out. I have to! Please..." Her voice slowly went from rebellious and fiery to a quiet whimper, realizing after a minute or two of fighting that it wasn't doing any good. She had to calm herself and figure out a way to escape - maybe that was the challenge? Were all cubs getting stuck like this and having to fight their way out? She tried her best to calm down and gather her thoughts.. until the plant's goop started to tingle just a little too much for her to ignore.

[u][t]Vine-plant:[/t][/u]
Like a venus fly trap, the very act of resistance just made the plant’s body close tighter and tighter, she was now thoroughly trapped only able to see with the hint of red tinged light that made it through the carnivorous flower. With the bud closed tight, the air inside rapidly became more and more humid and uncomfortable making her begin to pour sweat while struggling fiercely.

As she fought and struggled the tentacles became more and more aggressive and swirled around her arms and legs tighter and tighter, but as soon as she calmed down so too did the rate of the plant’s attack. Unfortunately for her its grip would not loosen no matter how much she relaxed. It wasn't yet constricting to a painful level, but much more struggling and she'd learn the hard way just how strong the plant’s grip could be.

With the prey secured, the tentacles began slithering all along her body spreading its digestive juices over her clothes more and more. She'd find her tunic just slide off of her, falling into the more potent fluids pooled at the bottom of the flower and beginning to sizzle loudly. Moments later her skirt did the same revealing she had no underwear at all, and with her now completely naked the plants programming designed for twisted entertainment could activate. Several thick tentacles with large, sharp thorns began caressing her sensitive areas though they seemed to coyly avoid entry, building tension for the viewers and the cub alike as they slithered all over her and teased every entrance.

[u][t]Petal:[/t][/u]
She hadn't noticed the effect of the plant's goop until her tunic had fallen right off, whimpering softly until the skirt had followed suit. Only now did she realize why the fluid had irritated her skin, and now had slowly started to burn at those first points of contact. "God, no.. please, not like this..." a feeling formed in her stomach like a sack full of bricks as she became more desperate for escape.

Once she felt the plant's 'main' tentacles brush up against her flesh - especially in the sensitive areas just around her genitalia, slithering coyly against thigh, butt, and pelvis - she quivered in response to the gross sensation. It also wouldn't be long before she started to tingle in those areas as well, perhaps even quicker as her sensitive skin was eaten away at.

She would pull tightly with both arms now, flexing inward hoping for any give in the plant's hold to no avail. 'At least the cameras can't see me like this', she thought internally, as well as incorrectly, as her bare body lie completely exposed to the digestive fluids now dripping up and down along her slender body.

[u][t]Vine-plant:[/t][/u]
Pulling tightly only made the the tentacles gripping her limbs do the same, she wouldn't get even an inch of give from them, but they began to squeeze tighter and tighter and tighter around her arms, she would feel the bones beginning to crack and buckle under the force, but this time they were relentless until finally an ear shattering [b]*SNAP!*[/b] echoed through the cavity of the flower holding her prisoner, followed very quickly by another as her right humerus snapped followed by her left tibia.

A tentacle waiting for her to scream out immediately forced its way into her maw, slithering its way inside it was laced with a different kind of goop, a sort of nectar that was both unbearably sweet yet rancid all at the same time. The coating of nectar helped lubricate the voracious vine as it tried to plunge deep down her throat.

[u][t]Petal:[/t][/u]
No sooner than she could let out a sound did the vine plug her airway and muffle her, lest the snapping of two separate bones from the sheer pressure of the plant's squeezing evoke a scream that would have been foreign even to the small girl, instead her vocal cords would merely vibrate against the vine as her body trembled in pain. The painful groaning was all she could muster as soon she gave up on fighting altogether, in fear of further breaking of her body.

'So this is it, then?' she thought to herself, forgetting that she would respawn, or perhaps hoping that she wouldn't.

But only a second or so later did she find herself fighting for air as that sickly-sweet tentacle forced its way further down inside of her. Her eyes were now bulging as her gag reflex tried ineffectively to force the plant back out, tears and snot streaming down her face sticky with that stinging plant goo.

Her body would retch and gag to no avail, sending involuntary convulsions down her neck and abdomen in addition to her body's shaking from the painful bone fractures. It also might have occurred to her, if not for the pain and horror of the situation, that the vines did not loosen their grip on her limbs despite the broken bones, and they were quickly halting blood flow to those limbs.

[u][t]Vine-plant:[/t][/u]
The tentacles wrapped around her legs tightened as well, just not as rapidly as the ones that snapped her arms. Soon enough she would find blood flow interrupted to all four of her extremities and her limbs feeling like a thousand pins and needles were all over her.

The tentacle forcing its way down her throat could be seen pulsating through her neck as it finally forced its way into her stomach, beginning to pump her stomach full of more and more of that nectar until it couldn't hold anymore. She'd feel like she'd just consumed a huge meal at first, but the concoction served a more sinister purpose. It was a slurry of adrenaline mixed with the game’s code for the wake-up potions, ensuring that no matter what she endured she would remain conscious and aware for all of it.

As the tentacle practically whipped out of her throat with a loud gasp and coughing fit from her, she'd find that despite the lump in her stomach no matter how she heaved that it was now almost glued to her insides. What was left in her maw felt like peanut butter mixed with super glue, refusing to leave no matter how her tongue would fight. Slippery, thorny tentacles teased once more at her entrances, starting to spread her vulva and anus just the tiniest bit before backing off and continuing to molest her.

[u][t]Petal:[/t][/u]
The tentacle left her throat with such force it did send her into a coughing fit, forcing her body to tense up as she retched and gagged with intense force, but to no avail. The pain that shot through her body, however, was worse than she had ever endured before, with each limb now broken or damn near, and each cough renewing that pain all over as she struggled to settle her body down.

By now her skin [i]burned[/i] with the plant's digestive juices, and soon everything was far too much for her - in lieu of passing out, as the plant's ichor worked its effect on keeping her [i]alert[/i], pretty soon did her bladder let loose, as a trickle of the cub's urine flowed out and onto the vines which were inching so very near to her sensitive areas.

Despite, or perhaps because of, her bladder losing control, she could once again feel those snake-like vines slither menacingly around her privates. She winced and whined as she felt herself start to be penetrated, letting out a deep whimper as she cried out in fear. "Please, ma-ake it stoppp!" she sobbed, hoping that the game masters were watching and would suddenly, and uncharacteristically have a change of heart with what was happening to her.

[u][t]Vine-plant:[/t][/u]
She was this plant’s prey, completely helpless in its grip like a rabbit in the jaws of a wolf. But unlike any real wild predator, this thing was toying with its food. The digestive juices that burned her skin were very rarely being splashed on her torso right now, but the tentacles wrapping around her limbs were saturating them in it. It wasn't obvious if she'd be still able to really feel that with her limbs dying from the lack of blood, darkening under her fur as the muscles and flesh began dying, becoming easier for the acid to dissolve in the process.

A couple tentacles caressed her mostly untouched chest, slowly dribbling little drops of digestive juices over her many nipples. This was enough just to distract for a split second from the thick thorny vines pressing up against her holes, the first tentacle finally forcing its way inside her tiny pussy, stretching it wide while diving into her. Sharp thorns scratching at her insides as it wriggled and writhed the entire way inside her vagina before slamming into her cervix and painfully continuing to push while pulsating inside her.

[u][t]Petal:[/t][/u]
"Fuck... oh, fuck..!" she slowly began to realize that she could no longer feel her extremities, her limbs quickly being eaten through by the slimy wet vines' tight hold of her, the corrosive acids biting into her, and the lack of blood flow turning the limbs cold and weak. She had long since gone numb there, however, instead of pins and needles she now felt [i]nothing[/i] beyond the painful breaks in her bones, and when she dared to look at the vines which held onto her flesh like a vise it was clear that the tentacles now had dug themselves deep [i]within[/i] her flesh and tissue and weren't just squeezing around it.

"No, no no no this has to be a dream. This has to be a drea--"

She was quickly interrupted by the vines breaking the anticipation and finally forcing their way inside her sensitive cunt, stretching her open wide as it burrowed its way into her. At first she wasn't too bothered by the width at which she was stretched, but then the [i]thorns[/i] began to press up into her tight folds as her vagina naturally tried to contract around the intrusion.

Painful, visceral screaming escaped her maw as the thick, sharply thorned vine violated her without pause. She could feel it slithering deeper inside until it began slamming painfully against her cervix, and she fought with everything she had to keep from contracting any tighter as those dozens of thorns tore her up from the inside, causing blood to begin dripping out from her plant-goop covered hole.

[u][t]Vine-plant:[/t][/u]
Dream or not, these tentacles were intent on putting her through hell. Her screaming did nothing to slow down the pulsating of the vine digging deep inside her pussy, if anything it somehow encouraged the plant. The vine began to slowly pull out before forcing its way in again all at once moments later to get another screech out of her. This time her screams were cut off and muffled as the vine that had filled her gut earlier forced its way into her throat once more.

The two vines began thrusting in and out of her rhythmically bouncing the young canine in place without any care for how she felt during all this. Her bouncing completely numb limbs were entirely wrapped by the tentacles eating away at her flesh, now mostly held by the bones themselves as bits of sinew finally gave way. Several of the tentacles tightened their grip to keep her from bleeding out as other tentacles began to pull away from her, tearing what little weak connections remained as they pulled her apart. She could only watch in horror as the remains of her limbs were carried away one by one and dropped into the pool of digestive juices below with a splash.

[u][t]Petal:[/t][/u]
She couldn't bear to look, focused far too entirely on her holes being stuffed and her desperate attempt for air as she gagged and choked on the tentacle which had now returned to its place deep down her throat. By now her vagina was a bloody mess, with the vine almost sadistically drawing itself back and forth, running those thorns up and down along her cavity. Every subtle move the vine made seemed to draw more and more groans and would-be screams from her, and she'd even be kicking the air in reflexive response to the brutal rape if -

Oh god, she couldn't even see her legs anymore. What had happened to them? Her entire body ran cold now as the realization set in, and she looked over to her arm and saw nothing but the fractured bone sticking out from within the vine's hold on her. And then she really [i]screamed[/i], letting out a muffled shriek of pure terror as her body shook back and forth trying now more than ever to break free.

That was when she saw the pool underneath her, and the pile of limbs - [i]her[/i] limbs that had fallen down; cold, coagulated blood bubbling up in a puddle as the plant worked to truly [i]devour her.[/i]

[u][t]Vine-plant:[/t][/u]
The tentacle inside her mouth occasionally pulled out to give her a couple breaths but quickly resumed its throat fucking each time. Now that her limbs were reduced to little more than stubby handles, the tentacles’ grip was not quite as strong. The tentacle inside her torn up canal pushed harder and deeper trying to secure her by her cervix, but her sudden thrashing interrupted the entire plan.

The vines attempted to coil around her torso, but it was too late. What was left of Petal slipped free and tumbled down to the basin below. A group of tentacles tried to grab her, but only managed to shove her off trajectory. The little girl landing in a shallower puddle of digestive fluids at the edge of the pool beneath her, the slippery sloped walls of the flower threatening to let her tumble the rest of the way in at any moment if she couldn't get out.

[u][t]Petal:[/t][/u]
Feeling the thorny vine suddenly [i]ripped[/i] out from inside her was unlike anything she could have imagined. In an instant her weight fell practically lifeless, tearing its grip out from inside her, and in doing so, she could feel those thorns rip viciously at her insides. The fall had caused significant damage to her cervix in addition to the flensing of her vagina, and the shrill she emitted would have sent chills down the spine of any member of the audience who perhaps weren't quite sure what they were signing up for when these events started.

But this was only the beginning - very quickly after her fall and mid-air battering did she realize her skin and face start to [i]burn[/i]. Clearly the fluids pooled here were much more concentrated than the small droplets that had trickled onto her thus far, and she immediately had to lift her neck up and out of it just to breathe, let alone continue her agonized screams. She immediately had to spit out the caustic fluid which, almost instantly, ate away at the inside of her mouth once she’d fallen in.

Oh but, how quick did she realize just how doomed her situation now was? Practically slipping back down into the pool with no functioning extremity to climb out with, she could undoubtedly feel the effects of the plant's digestion on her flesh, especially her bloodied and abused cunt.

Sobbing, she pressed her head down against the base of the fleshy floor of the bulb and attempted to butt against it, trying in undignified horror to simply submerge herself and [i]get this over with[/i]. By now, death was far preferred over continuing this experience.

[u][t]Vine-plant:[/t][/u]
As the disfigured cub tried in desperation to push herself into the pool of strong digestive juices, the vines had already seen fit to start to coil and wrap around her torso again and again, this time there would be no escape. Petal would feel herself being lifted effortlessly by the vines, clearly they had their own plans about how she'd come to her end inside this floral trap.

Once more the spiky vine forced its way up her snatch, the blood of its earlier assault just letting it slide all the way up against her nearly broken through cervix. This time it was going to finish, a nonstop constant pressure against that final opening would ache and throb until finally the tentacle forced its way in with a painful tear and began coiling around inside her womb.

Her screams would echo inside her prison for a few moments before her maw was plugged once more, the vine coated in nectar pulsating through her neck. She could squirm and writhe what nubs were left of her limbs all she wanted, she wasn't getting away again any time soon even if the vines around her torso let go.

[u][t]Petal:[/t][/u]
"No, please... just let me die! PLEASE!!!" She'd plead, cry, and scream in that order at.. anyone. The plant, the audience, anyone who could hear her at this point as she felt her limp body being lifted up once again. And she would learn that her words were wasted effort as she once more felt her pussy being violated by that thorny vine. Her body once again clenched [i]tight[/i] against it, trying desperately to stop it, but between her blood and piss, and the fresh wash of plant acid inside her cunt, her tightness did little more than sharpen the pain as her walls found themselves torn open by the thick vine. "GAH!!" she'd holler, her body sent into another round of shaking and convulsing as the pain renewed itself inside her.

And then she could feel it [i]press[/i] into her from inside. The pressure, the unrelenting force of the vine as it bore into her, sent a chill up her spine. "No no no no pleeeeeease noo!!" she'd plead, her thigh stumps seeming to try and close themselves against the vine in a vain effort to stop whatever was coming next. But only a second later did she feel that [i]rip[/i] inside her, and felt the unimaginable pain of being torn open from the inside as her cervix was forced to give way.

And yet, only a few seconds after her screams had begun did silence fall upon the chamber once more, as now her vocal cords merely tickled another vine that forced its way down her throat. Her head shook violently as she tried desperately to pull it out from inside her, able to do little more than gag and retch on it. She tried her best to scream, to sob, to do anything but she was little more than an object to be battered and broken at this point.

[u][t]Vine-plant:[/t][/u]
Her pleas just seemed to encourage the plant to renew its rhythmic bouncing of her on its awful appendages. Her muffled cries choked on the massive tentacle down her throat, still occasionally pulling back just far enough to give her a breath before plunging back inside.

She was in such a nightmare that perhaps she wouldn't notice just one more tentacle joining the fray. Another thick, thorny vine began slithering down her back and then through her buttcrack, teasing at her sphincter and beginning to press firmly against it.

No matter how she clenched, no matter how she resisted this writhing appendage was determined to force itself inside her too. A glob of digestive juices began secreting over the tentacle, burning and weakening her tight anal ring until it finally tore and allowed the vicious vine to begin worming into her rectum.

[u][t]Petal:[/t][/u]
Given everything happening, especially now that the digestive fluids now were sizzling on her skin and slowly starting to eat away at her, she would not have initially noticed this additional vine that snaked across her back, up and over the viney rope coil that wrapped around her torso. She may not have even noticed the added burning on her anus considering her recent dip into the acid bath waiting below. But when the thorny tendril opened her up and raked its sharp adornments against the only hole she had yet to have violated thus far, then she would surely notice, as a pathetic attempt at [i]kicking[/i] the vine with what little remained of her legs would surely indicate.

Each breath she was permitted by the vine in her throat would be pained, crying out in shrill, desperate sobs mixed with her body's natural instinct to gag against the tentacle just before it would [i]shove[/i] itself right back down into her belly, its noxious rancid flavor almost as unbearable as the acid eating away at her flesh and thorns tearing up her insides.

[u][t]Vine-plant:[/t][/u]
The thorny vine tearing into her anus joined into the harmonious bouncing of the other two tentacles, fucking every single hole she had at once without mercy. The tentacle up her ass would pull back a couple inches before thrusting twice that far back inside.

It was relentless, fucking her without tiring, but the concoction of nectar pumping into her wouldn't let her pass out. The tentacle in her ass was starting to snake through her insides, working its way through her large intestines until finally it reached a point it just wouldn't fit anymore.

That wouldn't stop it though, it slammed harder and harder, again and again into her anus all while shredding her intestines until finally it tore free. She'd feel a horrifying wrongness about it writhing throughout her as the vine began worming through the spaces between her organs, carefully avoiding major arteries and her heart even as it kept threading through.

[u][t]Petal:[/t][/u]
She reached a point at which she simply couldn't fight back anymore, her body completely exhausted from the utter shock and horror of what was happening. Even if she tried, nothing she could do would stop the onslaught of abuse happening. She couldn't even be bothered to scream anymore - simply moaning and crying out in pain whenever the brutal botanicals eased up enough to let her breathe. By now she had essentially become a broken toy the plant trap was continuing to play with.

Feeling the plant rip further up inside her renewed her sense of horror though, as suddenly she could feel it crawling around inside her, further than just her anal cavity. The thorny tendril piercing its way into her intestines and beyond was unlike anything she could have imagined, as its sharp form dragged its claw-like thorns up against every inner surface of hers.

"Pl...lease... j-just.. kill m-me.." she let out in an exhausted sob during one of her allotted breaths, before she was once again relentlessly gagged by that putrid tentacle sadistically keeping her conscious. She would continue to cry, as the senseless torment continued on despite her body being reduced to such a useless form.

[u][t]Vine-plant:[/t][/u]
In such a cruel game, all good entertainment would eventually come to an end and whether the plant was programmed to act a certain way or was being controlled by any one of the predators or game masters involved the carnivorous botanical would seem to understand.

The tentacle inside her womb pulled out slowly, its thorns giving purchase began to tear her reproductive tract from her leaving her prolapsed to such a degree no amount of surgery could put her back together and keep her fertile.

But that was just the dressing of this sadistic salad. The tentacle writhing through her abdominal cavity began forcing its way into her stomach. The tentacle down her throat left her to cry and breathe for a brief moment before she would begin to feel like she was throwing up but worse.

Her throat began to swell, barely able to contain the sinister vine writhing up her esophagus. Moments later her airway was shut once more and the taste of blood, bile, and nectar as the horrifying sights and sensations of the vine bursting from her mouth came into view. She was now fully skewered ass to mouth and supported in the air by this one thick tentacle. It wrapped around her organs in just the right way to keep a hold of her and stop the remains of the small wolf’s torso from sliding any further down it from squirming alone.

[u][t]Petal:[/t][/u]
As the vine wreaking havoc on her cunt pulled out, it would bring with it chunks of indiscernible flesh and viscera, the thorns having effectively carved up her entire reproductive tract like a blender. As the prolapse pushed out so too would a nasty mix of blood, urine, and other fluids as her vaginal muscles visibly pushed and tightened in a painful involuntary response. Her groans by now were pained and exhausted, low and guttural howls that seemed to time themselves in sync with the contractions that went on for multiple minutes as her mutilated cunt seemed to orgasm in response to the unmitigated flaying that had happened, sending god awful waves of pain and tremors up and down what remained of her already tiny body. The pulsing even triggered her bloodied anus and rectum to contract as well, forcing her muscles to skewer onto the thorny vine snaking through over and over with each spasm.

By the time those waves had settled, came the new sensation of the other vine still pushing up inside her making its way into her stomach, and finally up into her esophagus. As it neared the end of its brutal journey, it finally scraped loose some of the sticky nectar that had been plastered directly onto her stomach by the initial tentacle what now felt like hours ago, granting her system just enough give to allow an intolerable mixture of blood and fluids to come up and out as she vomited, again and again, painting her own belly with the hot, putrid slop as she heaved and retched, coughing and groaning in pain as the vine finally pushed its way up.

At once, the thorny vine now dug into her weak and tender airway as it pushed up the path the earlier tentacle had opened for it, slithering apathetically as it raked and bloodied her gullet like it had her other orifices. It now was coming out her mouth as her gag reflex forced the muscles again to push and tighten around those sharp protrusions, all but maximizing the damage they would inflict.

Now she could see it, too: That sickly green vine with its thorns a grayish-brown, majority covered in various bodily materials from flesh, blood, fecal matter, and bile all detailing its eldritch design as her eyes practically bulged out from their socket. She was unable to breathe, unable to feel, unable to move, all while that spiky tendril continued to push out in front of her face. She could now feel the tentacles once supporting her weight let loose, and felt the increased pressure with which her objectified body now pulled itself down upon the one remaining vine which skewered her from one end to the other.

[u][t]Vine-plant:[/t][/u]
The plant kept her raised for several moments like a grotesque display of dominance, her body helplessly twitching around the vine impaling her. She was its prize, a toy, and any thoughts she might have once had otherwise were laughable.

As it had been the entire time, the demented greenery was determined to keep her enduring this hell as long as it could. A compound secreted from the vine impaling her kept her from instantly bleeding out, and she wouldn't be suffocated for much longer. Two slender, tube-like tentacles snaked down her face and began the process of forcing their way up her nostrils. Her sinuses felt full, like a flu to the extreme as these new appendages slithered down the back of her throat alongside the other vine until they forced their way into her airway and began pumping it full of oxygen for her.

Its prey unable to be played with any longer, it was time to finish its meal. The vine began its descent agonizingly slowly, it felt like a few inches every minute. She'd feel her tail beginning to burn first before her pelvis, the acid was strong but not so strong to do any serious damage until she was fully submerged.

She would not die of drowning or suffocation or anything quite so pleasant. The ghoulish shrubbery had done everything to ensure she'd stay awake and aware until the acid finally burned through a major artery. No matter how she writhed or thrashed it would not stop dragging her down until finally the last strands of her hair were pulled under the bubbly surface.

[u][t]Petal:[/t][/u]
She couldn't understand why she was still alive - by now she had caught on to the fact that this [i]thing[/i] was keeping her awake and alive on purpose to drag out the experience, but she didn't understand why. Surely a plant couldn't have taken pleasure in such torment, nor would it have the capacity to [i]want[/i] to inflict such senseless harm... right?

As she was kept hoisted in the air for such a drawn out period of time, her face now stuffed further to such an uncomfortable degree by the plant's various methods of sustaining her, she began to wonder if this would ever end. It seemed specifically designed not to let her die, despite her loss of limbs, mutilated organs, and a path being bored straight through her digestive tract; not to mention the parts of her body still aching with burns from her short fall into the acid pool what felt like a lifetime ago. The longer she was held like this, the more her muscles finally ceased their involuntary contractions, and Petal began to simply retreat into her own mind thinking it was all over and she would simply be kept like this.

That was when the vine once more began to shift inside her, re-igniting the stinging pain that lit up every inch of her remaining body. She reopened her eyes just in time to see how much closer she was now to that same pool of acid underneath them as she could feel it start to soak into her fur and covering up her beloved tail. The juices in the center of the pool already proved much more potent than she had felt previous, as now she could even hear that sizzle from the moment her fur had made contact, at least until the agonizing burning sent new, guttural screams from her muffled maw, somehow painful enough to even force the sound out despite the bundle of vines occupying her airway. They were muffled, of course, but any listeners could still hear those long, tormented cries of pain as the plant ever so slowly brought her down into its digestion.

As slow a process as was her being dragged down into the digestive fluids, it never would completely stop. It felt as though her nerves would be completely burned through just a minute or two after becoming submerged as her flesh was quickly eaten away, but the process was so gradual that there was constantly more and more of her being burned and by the time she lost feeling in one spot, the sensation had already moved to the next.

By the time her tail was reduced to naught but a bump on her ass - as fluffy as it was, there wasn't much flesh to burn through, serving as little more than an hors d'oeuvre for the carnivorous plant - she could feel the acid beginning to lick at the stumps that remained of her legs, beginning with the atrophied flesh from when they had initially fallen off before quickly biting into her healthy, living tissue that was fat and muscle, eating through every layer at once, given her dismemberment, rather than simply licking at the surface of her skin and working down. The pain was excruciating, as indicated by her continual howls and hollers through the little space given by the vines in her throat, even despite the thorns pressing into her from within. Her lungs being continually pumped with oxygen, the screams seemed almost endless as she rarely needed to stop and take a breath.

By the time her stumpy thighs were more than a few inches submerged, she was writhing and thrashing with every last amount of her energy. The vine, tense and taught as it extended down into the bottom of the flower, had zero give as she continued to puncture her insides against it, opening wounds which had just begun to clot, but her body now had gone into survival mode, trying everything it could to break free from the torturous pool eating away at her.

By the time she had been lowered down to her cunt, still bloody and prolapsed from the previous abuse, the acid now was eating away at her vaginal tissue that hung out of her, triggering her screams even further. She now simply thrashed and convulsed as every inch of her most sensitive area was slowly digested like the rest of her.

And so it continued, in a process that likely took close to an hour in total. Slowly, inch by painful inch she was brought into the bath until it had worked its way up to her chest. Very seldom would her forced screams pause, as though her lungs were simply being refilled with oxygen with which to resume those tormented cries. The digestive process would slow once her torso had been completely submerged, the fluids taking their time to consume the thicker, meatier parts of her body, but the increased surface area meant that the indescribable pain would only worsen moment by moment.

She would not know at which point she would have died, but she would remember the fear and trauma of being dragged down underneath the pool's surface, feeling the acid flooding her mouth and putting an end to her painful screams until finally the fluids had completely washed over her, those oxygen-producing tendrils keeping her breathing just long enough that it would be the breaking down of flesh and disintegration of major organs which would finally grant her that release of death - the process of which would have taken significantly longer than the moment she had gone under, until finally the bubbles of her exhale would disappear among the smaller, sizzling bubbles of her dissolving flesh.