Patrols suck. And in the harsh heat and terrain of Hawaii they're worse. Terrible, as a matter of fact. Corey couldn't agree more as she went on her little walk away from the usual patrol path. Up a small hill, past the boulder and by the palm tree. She had a spot all set up, it'd be a nice change

from the monotony of military life. Walk, shoot, eat pizza, sleep, repeat. A lot of steps and a whole lotta nothing between them, even getting shot at had become something of a chore for her (Despite it being her job, essentially).

She made her wander off the patrol path for the sake of getting a little taste of paradise in her daily life. Something to remind her of home, something to remind her of the good things in life. The whole war felt like a dream or some drug haze, and the various types of not-exactly-native flora didn't

help. One such piece of flora, a spiked berry sitting atop a set of roots that extended down a stem, drew Corey's attention in particular as it hissed loudly. The raven haired woman walked closer, bayonet in hand as a green mist radiated from the spikes on the berry. Corey was not a botanist, she

had no idea what the hell the plant was doing or why. All she knew is that it wasn't toxic and she wasn't allergic to it, but it didn't help the overall dream-like feel of Hawaii in war time. The once peaceful island now covered in craters and corpses, gunfire a daily occurrence, and a Russian task

force occupying portions here and there. She poked the plant, the organic shell twitch and the planet itself hiss at her presence, she grumbled a "What the hell..." and continued her trudge up the thick grass on the side of the hill. When she finally reached the grassy plateau with the boulder she

rested herself against oh so often, she plopped down and let her eyelids relax. Staring straight she saw the steep rock face that prevented her from going further, to her right a large palm tree, and not far from that a few... mementos: A small, tattered Miami Dolphins jersey, a teddy bear, a photo of

her old family, and a drawing made by her little sister. But Corey, clutching her bear, came for none of these. She came for something else, and as she bounded slightly to the right and noticed the anomalous bulge in the dirt. Using her hands, she dug out the object of her search: A large,

baseless, purple dildo. Corey came here to relax... but having a little fun never hurt right?

Nobody expected these things of Corey, she was the big girl on base down there, she was the best and the grunts *fantasized* about her. But they never imagined her spare time was spent sucking off a rubber cock and stroking between her legs. They expected her spent time was used to

crush testicles and sharpen her nails using the bones of more-fat Ruskies, or cleaning herself to explain how she always managed to stay beautiful without a second of self-care. Corey both hated and loved these misconceptions. On one hand, she deserved them, she was amazing at her job

and all of them were true to a degree. On the other hand, she was never the kind to bask in the spotlight. Perhaps that's why the soldiers took such a keen interest in the tall black-haired woman who seemed to shoot down every other attempt to get her in bed.

She set the rubber cock down not far from her rifle, on the opposite side of the rock, and began to fiddle with her zipper. The Hawaiian heat on this exposed spit of yellow dirt was akin to hell itself, this part was cooling down. She shimmied her pants away and tossed them against the drawing-

littered rock face across from her and then heard a... ruffling sound to her right. She stared and saw, the roots of the massive palm tree were... moving? She gazed up and saw at last the true nature of the subject of her carvings for the past month: Large green tendrils or tentacles directly under

the fronds that provided live saving shade. The roots dived up and out of the ground, faster than a tired Corey's poor reflexes and wrapping around her naked legs, shaking the dirt off in the process and covering Corey's groin in dirt. "What the FUCK IS GOING ON" She yelped, attempting to

move closer to her rifle but the now-green "Roots" held her still as the larger of the tentacles lowered themselves. Her dark eyes widened as the slippery, slimy smaller tendrils wrapped around her arms and forced her to the ground. She squirmed and struggled, whimpers leaving her throat in a

more submissive voice than she would have preferred. The larger tentacles extended downwards, swirling around in seductively timed length extensions. The largest one with a large pink bulb at the end extended toward her mouth and drew the victim's immediate attention. Corey found herself

breathing through her mouth and, shortly after, choking on the long cylindrical tentacle with tears in her eyes. The once dirty roots around her soft, sensitive legs, squeezed tighter as another tentacle rubbed across her underwear. The raven woman moaned through the choking attention of the

tube-like feeler and sweet taste of the bulb. Many more roots overtook Corey's feet, removing her boots and smearing slimy yet comforting fluid across her rough feet. Several more of the dirty roots peeled off her tight fitting panties from behind, rubbing through her ass-cheek and getting a nice

squeal from the victim. As the three or four thin limbs rubbed through her butt-crack, they secreted a thin and slimy fluid that resulted in a pleasant "squish" sound as they rubbed up and down, resulting in the thin woman squealing a plea for mercy. The larger tentacles that were higher up on

the poor hunk of meat's body extended sharp razors on their suction cups and began slowly tearing away at layers of her clothing. It did not reveal her all the way, but enough to where their gentle rubs with the razors extended gave Corey a cold and dangerous feeling as her mouth was violated

over and over.

Corey whimpered, sobbing at this point, there was little she could do to stop the ongoing assault. During a brief period of down time she looked up, staring at her revealed midsection as the tentacles rubbed and secreted a clear, thick fluid over her. She whimpered as the dick-feeler in her mouth

stepped up its assault and fucked her face harder and harder. So hard she couldn't lift up or fight the attack any longer, forcing her to just feel and enjoy the slimy feelers across her stomach and breasts. Her light squirms only making them more tense and aroused, her resistance making them

more tempted to break her. The one in her mouth went deeper and, before long, hot gooey white liquid shot down her throat and into her stomach. It was airy and clumpy but Corey was forced to swallow it, barely conscious and whimpering for the nightmare to stop. The assault slowed, briefly,

all the tendrils ceasing as another (only marginally smaller) bulbheaded fucker wandered its way over, dancing in front of Corey's eyes as the mouth-humper continued its slow thrusts. The bulbhead moved its way to her sweet, virgin pussy. It rubbed against the dry slit before roughly pushing it,

blood and fluids all over it as the thin victim squealed loudly at the pain. No amount of muffled protest or loud struggle could break the plant's vicious assault, but Corey's eyes wandered to the large and thick tentacle moving toward her purple sex toy. Her eyes widened as the tendril forced itself

up the shaft, the dildo and tentacle swelling to lengths previously thought impossible. The dildo moved under the one fucking her and pressed against her sweaty asshole. Corey whimpered protest. It sadly didn't assist her, the massive fuck-toy forced itself deep into her tight little booty hole,

forcing it deep up inside her tight, forbidden place. The plant's tentacles rolled the once dominant woman onto her stomach, fucking her from behind and feeling the blood from her ass and pussy. Corey squealed, barely conscious and unable to take the suffering any longer as she was strained

and pleasured at the same time. She came all over the bulb in her pussy as it forced itself deeper into Corey's dirty body. The once controlling and pleasant woman now a moaning tentacle whore, and she realized how broken she was as she drifted into a half-awake haze of sex and

misery.

Time passed, an hour, before she felt it stop. The poor cum whore was set flat on her stomach, still in the bindings of the roots but the thick white fluid in her ass and pussy now. She reeked of flora and weed, like her old roommate's apartment but with 10% more tentacle rape. The tree rolled her

over, presenting the dildo and the two bulbs to her. Corey, curiously, sniffed the air and nearly vomited at the smell. The purple dildo was the first to be forced into her head, vomit and crap mixing to form a terrible cocktail of all things misery. Corey's spit and tongue cleaned the dirty toy, and the tentacle retracted then tossed the purple toy away. The one in her pussy followed, forcing Corey to taste her own nectar on the sweet bulb at the tip of the tube like feeler. Minutes upon minutes of this, the vomit in the back of her throat mixing with the other flavors of her assault. A numbness fell over her and Corey lost feeling in that brief moment, losing consciousness for some as of yet unknown reason.

She surged awake minutes later, still lying nude on the ground but watching as a band of soldiers opened fire on the tentacle tree. She drifted back asleep as they set it alight, her last memory being of Tony and Ash grabbing her and holding her as she embraced unconsciousness.

She awoke, the sky dark in her bedside window, she was covered in fresh clothes and some bandages. She was in the medical tent back at base, Tony standing over her with a mood of concern about him. "Hey you..." He purred, noticing her awakening as she took a sip from the near canteen "You were asleep all day... anything you need to talk about?" Corey shook her head, rising from her place in the bed and walking to the entrance. She stared into thick jungle of Hawaii, and a single thought came to her mind:

"I wish they hadn't burned that tree..."