[michime]

"The little plaything hurt itself?"  The voice asked in a sinfully sensual purr that echoed around the forest.  "We can help with that."  The roots pulled his feet apart stretching out the thick thighs and tight calves as several vines hooked around Dylan's arms keeping him upright.  A strange reddish moss scurried up both joints covering them completely before a sudden pinch bit into the sides.  A strange pitcher shaped flower pushed itself out of the earth in front of the drugged man.  The mouth of the flower was the size of a five gallon bucket but the height run from the middle of Dylan's calf to the V in his legs.   "You need to feed me.  Stroke yourself to release and don't stop until the flower is completely full."