Trapper Vines

Calvo spun at the sound of the screams. It was one of the two identical guardswomen, hair cropped to a fine fuzz, and bleached a stark, peroxide white. Her strong, sharply angular face was twisted in desperation as what had looked like simple creeper vines were wrapped around her ankles and wrists. The guardswoman was being dragged, kicking, bucking and screaming, toward a sucking mud pit from which the tentacles emerged.

As her back arched and and her legs kicked desperately, her skintight uniform trousers were yanked down over her curved hips,along with her black thong. This revealed which of the clone sisters it was...it the one Calvo had nicknamed 'Stripe', her bleached platinum pubic hair shaved in to a stark vertical bar over her slit. Her beautifully toned body twisted and bucked, her vivid green eyes locked with Calvo's as she screamed for help. The other guards, their hands bound, were shouting yelling, screaming, the redheaded Captain barking useless orders to the helpless Stripe as she was dragged ever closer to the bubbling mud.....