The hands will never relent...

Shaking off the effect of the sludge slightly, you struggle to tear one arm free from the constantly grasping hands. With some effort you pull your head free as well and rear back, already desperately flailing for a handhold. But there is none - the walls are drenched in the same impossibly sticky sludge, and your fingers find no purchase.

A hand grabs your side and pulls you back into the warm sludge with a heavy splash. For a few sickening moments you are plunged under the sludge fully, feeling the grasping hands on literally every inch of your body, edging you with inhuman precision. And that sweet taste returns in full ****, lulling your mind into horny complacency while making your body heavy and warm...