The hands will never relent...

With everything you have, you push up out of the sludge and draw ragged gasps of air. Dozens of goopy hands cling to you still, grappling you and trying to drag you back into their embrace. No matter how many of the hands you bat away or rip free of, there are always more to spring forth and latch onto you. Their sticky yet slimy touch is both impossible to escape and unbearably hedonistic... the fact they let you resist them almost makes the experience more perversely pleasurable.

With one firm tug on your clothes you collapse backwards into the sludge once more, slowly pulled deeper by the constantly creeping hands. Your body is unbearably warm, and the countless hands are so perfectly stimulating your body. If only you could give in to this pleasure...