Leeches

Against his better judgement, Zak gives in to the leeches and nods in agreement. To which the leeches gleefully swirl around him, their slimy bodies pressing against his tiny frame.

"Good boy..." one hisses, wrapping around his waist.

"Such a tasty little morsel..." another croons, tasting his neck.

The leeches begin pulling him deeper into the mud pit, their bodies coiling around him like living velvet.

"You belong to us now..."

Zak tries to speak... but a thick, slimy tongue immediately slides between his lips, effectively gagging him into silence. One of the leeches presses its body against his face, humming contentedly.

"Shhhhh... no words needed, little morsel..."

Another tightens its coil around his waist, pulling him deeper into the warm mud.

"Just relax..."

Zak is overwhelmed by the mob touching him, licking him, undressing him as hes forced to swallow a slimy tongue which removes itself with a wet pop.

Coughing and catching his breath Zak squirms but every movement only causes more leeches to latch on. Their thick bodies slide over his skin like warm wet ropes. One coils around his thigh, another his chest, several more drape over his limbs.

"Where are you going little morsel..."

A large leech with particularly bright yellow eyes positions itself in front of his face. Its thick tongue slowly extends toward his mouth again.

Zak is hesitant but opens his mouth. The large leech slides its thick tongue back into Zak's mouth, slowly and deliberately. The taste is salty and earthy. Two more leeches position themselves on either side of his neck, their tongues dragging long wet stripes across his skin.

"Good little morsel..."

The leech in his mouth begins pushing deeper, its tongue exploring. Zak's muffled whimpers are swallowed by the mud pit.

The large leech pulls his thick tongue from Zak's mouth with a sloppy *POP*, leaving Zak gasping and saliva-coated. The creature's big yellow eyes glow warmly as he strokes Zak's messy hair with his tongue.

"There, there... My name is Sludge. And these are my brothers." The surrounding leeches hum in unison, their slimy bodies rubbing affectionately against Zak.

"Listen carefully, little morsel," Sludge says, pressing a slimy coil against Zak's chest. "You're ours now. Our personal pet, our little human toy. You'll feed us, play with us, and keep us entertained. In return, we'll keep you safe from the likes of that overbearing goanna out there."

Zak couldnt believe it. "How can you guarantee such a thing?"

Sludge chuckles, the sound like wet mud squelching. "Guarantee? We ARE the guarantee." He gestures to the surrounding leeches. "If that goanna so much as SNIFFS your scent, we will swarm him. Lou is powerful, yes, but even he fears the mud pits. There are things even he won't mess with."

"Should I be afraid?" Zak asked worridly, wondering if he made the wrong choice.