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The tickle thistles now had a taste for man feet...

The thistle deamons had now spread far and wide, and now it was not safe to barefoot anywhere. Again, Rich was to become a victim. walking in the mountain valley on his lovely holiday, little could he imagine he was about to be attacked by sentient plants. As he walked, they struck fast, stabbing into his raised heels. He fell forward but stumbled back to his feet. They then swarmed him, stabbing over and over at his exposed foot soles. He stumbled again and began to crawl backwards, They then enveloped him, stinging everything bit of exposed skin they could get at.

But here came the twist, their initial sting had developed to the point it could knock a man out.
The thistles cleared back, and the man lay unconscious, prone on the floor. They produced a stinging vine like string material to bind the man and then manipulated him into a strict hogtie, his hands, ankles, and big toes bound with the itchy stinging vines.

When he came round, he realised his predicament, surrounded by the fierce little tickle deamons! And there was no escape!!!

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The tickle thistles now had a taste for man feet...

The thistle deamons had now spread far and wide, and now it was not safe to barefoot anywhere. Again, Rich was to become a victim. walking in the mountain valley on his lovely holiday, little could he imagine he was about to be attacked by sentient plants. As he walked, they struck fast, stabbing into his raised heels. He fell forward but stumbled back to his feet. They then swarmed him, stabbing over and over at his exposed foot soles. He stumbled again and began to crawl backwards, They then enveloped him, stinging everything bit of exposed skin they could get at.

But here came the twist, their initial sting had developed to the point it could knock a man out.
The thistles cleared back, and the man lay unconscious, prone on the floor. They produced a stinging vine like string material to bind the man and then manipulated him into a strict hogtie, his hands, ankles, and big toes bound with the itchy stinging vines.

When he came round, he realised his predicament, surrounded by the fierce little tickle deamons! And there was no escape!!!