Chapter 1: The Plant Monster’s Prisoner

The Plant Monster's Prisoner

 

By Ivaran Kealar

 

1.

 

30-year-old Eden finally arrived at her cabin in Grouter Woods – which was an hour drive from Bear Cove. She couldn’t cope with the stress of her office job, and had booked some holiday time to work on a novel on the side. She’d already gotten several stories published. She packaged essential items like food, toilet rollers, writing equipment and more.

Eden’s coffee roast hair was bound in a ponytail. Her grey eyes were hidden by her sunglasses. She wore a burgundy buttoned shirt – matching her shorts and sandals.

The Grouter Woods became a hot topic following the sudden disappearance of the famous writer Esmeralda. It was said she was working on a novel.

Eden had bought Esmeralda’s cabin for a cheap amount.

Eden got out of the vehicle. She stood at five feet six, and rocked a 28H cup size.

Eden opened the boot of her car and gathered her groceries and bags. She made sure to bring extra clothes with her, and made sure nobody was following her.

Cautiously, she headed up the creaky steps of the cabin and unlocked the door.

 

 

2.

 

Eden entered the cabin, and grinned as she marvelled at the carpeted living room. There was a grey three-seat sofa, a coffee table, a fireplace and a full bookshelf.

Eden closed the entrance door of the cabin and headed for her bedroom.

The bedroom was small but comfortable. Her bed had storage units. Her purple duvet matched the pillow and Egyptian cotton sheets. She had a bedside table with a little lamp.

Eden unpacked her gear and stuffed it in the closet.

She took off her sandals and seated herself on the bed.

Eden prepared her pen and notebook and wrote down a few ideas.

She was creating an erotic horror, but to do with a haunted forest.

Nonetheless, this forest would kill certain people, and seduce nubile women.

Eden chewed on her lower lip, while describing the perfect scene with a plant.

Forcing herself to regain self-control, she set aside her book of notes for now.

She went downstairs to have dinner.

 

 

3.

 

Eden’s kitchen had all of its utilities. The cupboards had everything she needed.

She had a small dining table with just a few chairs. Eden was surprised that the blue wallpaper still looked new, and the white tile floor was sparkling clean.

Eden already packed her groceries in the cabinet and fridge.

She sat down and enjoyed a good tuna sandwich.

Eden looked, and something had stolen her attention.

Vines were coming in from the cracks in the wall.

Eden grunted, “Great. That explains why this place was so cheap.”

She finished the sandwich and texted her friend, saying she got there safely.

Her friend responded with a big smiling face, and even some kisses, too.

 

 

4.

 

In the afternoon, Eden had pulled out her laptop and was sitting in her room. She typed up a storm and came up with a tasty title, “Seduced by the Forest.” Her main protagonist was her age, her breasts were smaller, and she was looking for her missing boyfriend.

After typing 7,000 words, Eden decided to take a break and go for a jog.

 

 

5.

 

While Eden was running along the path, intrusive thoughts invaded her head. If these trees somehow became sentient, they’d tie her down and have their way with her. She grinned.

Eden came upon an odd flower.

The petals of the flower opened, and it resembled the bulging cock of a man.

Eden bent down. She delicately caressed the flower with her forefinger. She looked at the black ring in the centre. She put the bulb in her mouth, and sucked it like a cock. Her left hand lightly wrapped around its stem, and she moved it up and down.

Eden moaned, as she gave this flower a blowjob and licked it affectionately.

She sucked it with a sigh, and to her surprise the flower actually ejaculated.

Eden swallowed in response, and suddenly tasted sweet and sticky nectar.

When the flower stopped shooting its load, Eden unwillingly stopped.

She whimpered unhappily. Eden removed it from her mouth, and the flower was smeared with her saliva. It looked like a limp dick. She released the flower and licked her lips.

Nonetheless, when Eden rose, she staggered like a drunk.

Eden noticed it was late evening time. She had lost track of time giving a blowjob to a flower. She tittered. She was horny and disoriented.

Eden collapsed, landing on her back, and everything got dark.

 

 

6.

 

Eden’s eyes gradually opened. She grunted. Her head throbbed. Her bedroom spun. She couldn’t figure out how she got home. She had a faint recollection of blowing a flower.

Eden licked her lips and still felt the sweet taste in the back of her throat.

She leisurely sat up, as the world stopped spinning, and her vision focused.

Her eyes widened like saucers. Her room was completely coated in vines.

Eden arose, but still trembled a little, and hurried to leave her room.

She explored the cabin and saw every inch of the interior was coated in vines.

After having failed to escape, Eden returned to her room and sought her phone.

Her phone had vanished. Eden could’ve sworn that her phone was in her dresser.

She also found that the windows were covered with thick vines.

Eden pulled the vines, but somehow, they just wouldn’t break.

She pinched her left arm hard and winced. Eden was wide awake.

She recalled that a friend of hers knew she was there. “Liza knows I’m here!”

Eden turned on her laptop to verify the time and date.

She gasped, “I’ve lost a week already? That’s impossible!”

Eden remembered the mysterious flower and she exhaled hard.

“The drug that weird flower fed me gave me a blackout,” she sighed.

Eden noticed it was early in the afternoon, so she shut her laptop down.

 

 

7.

 

Eden went back to her kitchen and ate the ham and cheese sandwich. She even had a glass of orange juice. Eden couldn’t stop looking at the vines that had coated her cabin.

“Seven days,” Eden sighed, when she’d finished her meal.

She washed her plate in the sink, and dropped her empty bottle in the garbage.

When Eden made her way through the living room, and she’d found something odd.

A bright red apple was lying there, as if it had just grown.

She knitted her forehead. She bent down and picked up the apple with one hand.

She examined the apple. It didn’t look poisoned. She took a bite.

Eden smiled. She’d never tasted such a juicy apple in her life.

She went into her room with the sweet apple.

 

 

8.

 

Eden booted up her laptop and was sitting on her bed with it.

The apple was sitting at her bedside table.

She was determined to complete her story, no matter how long she was incarcerated. She poured her own predicament into the story.

She devoured the apple, and savoured the fresh taste.

After doing several more chapters, she devoured her apple and smiled.

Eden looked at the vine walls, and noticed the odd flowers.

The flowers resembled green eyes, and looked as if they were watching her.

Eden shook the notion out of her head. She shut down her laptop to save power.

She breathed out a big sigh. She was bored right away. There was no Internet here.

She took off her sandals, freeing her feet, and lay down. She rested her head on the pillow and saw the vine-coated ceiling – which seemed to mock her. She closed her eyes.

Eden slept peacefully with her arms crossed above her chest when she breathed comfortably.

Two vines slithered from the wall and each of them faced an ear each.

Eden looked like she was out for the count.

Carefully, the vines entered her ears and delved deeper and deeper.

Eden frowned and groaned. She sensed strange tingling in her ears.

It was far too late: the vines reached the brain and gradually penetrated it. They pumped compounds into her brain, causing her eyes to roll up behind her head. She had a fit on her bed, made some odd gurgling noises, and then she stopped moving...

 

 

9.

 

Eden woke up in bed and the vine tentacles were no longer in her ears. She beamed.

She stretched. Eden booted up her laptop and returned to her story. She wrote an epic death scene for her heroine’s boyfriend, and wrote one hell of a steamy vine scene for her heroine to get pleasure from. She chewed her lip. She groaned a little.

When Eden switched off the computer, she left her room.

 

 

10.

 

Eden returned to her kitchen and the content of her fridge was different.

She came across a variety of fruits and vegetables. But she was undisturbed.

She grabbed the banana from the fridge and sat down at the table.  

The green eyeball flowers looked like they were watching her.

Eden smiled at the eyeball flowers curiously.

She kept good eye contact when she peeled the banana.

When Eden took the peel off the banana, her tongue slipped out of her mouth.

Careful, she licked the tip of the banana like she was teasing the bulbous tip of a dick. She licked the banana up and down, gradually, looking at the eyeball flowers seductively.

Next, Eden’s tongue slithered back in her mouth. She shoved the end of the banana into her mouth and sucked. She added more inches into her mouth. She slowly but surely bobbed her head upwards and downward, and moaned contently as if she were sucking dick.

Even though the green eyeball flowers stared, it translated well to Eden.

Eden moaned as she went down on the banana with passion. She used her other hand to pretend that she was jerking it off. She snorted out her nostrils. She swallowed the banana.

The green eyeball flowers almost looked like they were crying.

Eden dropped the banana peel in the garbage can, and walked out of the room.

 

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11.

 

Eden returned to her room to work on her novel. She added a part where the heroine sucks on a vine-cock, and she wrote about her own experience servicing the banana.

She saved her work, shut her laptop down and put it away.

Eden looked at the green eyeball flowers that stared back at her.

Her lids were heavy, while the world turned and she lay down.

She slept quietly on her bed again, with a warm grin on her face.

Again, the vines entered her ears again and they penetrated her brain. Instead of just injecting chemicals into her brain, they planted bulbs into the centres of her brain.

She knitted her forehead. Her groans were mild and almost sexual.

 

 

12.

 

Eden woke up in her bed once more. The world swam around. Her vision refocused.

She saw the green eyeball flowers – they watched her like her captive audience.

Eden spoke, softly, “Were you watching me sleep peacefully?”

The green eyeball flowers couldn’t respond – they only gazed.

Eden smiled. She stood up, but stumbled, and she felt drunk.

She totally forgot what she was doing here. She sniffed herself.

Eden retreated to her bathroom and didn’t bother locking the door.

 

 

13.

 

Eden filled the tub with lukewarm water and foamy solution.

She got undressed and walked in the tub. She beamed.

Eden washed every inch of her body, and also her silky hair.

She laid her head on the sunset inflatable bath pillow.

Eden put her feet up against the bathroom wall.

And so, slowly slithering between her legs, a vine appeared.

The vine had a 13-inch lumpy cucumber at the end.

Eden looked at it. She looked at the green eyeball flowers on the wall.

She suddenly felt a strong shock-wave in her head and a drunken sensation.

Eden put her legs in the tub again and sat down correctly. She gently grabbed the bumpy cucumber with her right hand: she pulled it closer to her, without pulling it off its large vine.

Eden felt another shock-wave rock through her mind that made her head swim.

She situated the bumpy cucumber near her pussy lips. She teased her clitoris with the top of the cucumber and whimpered. She rubbed her clitoris in slow motion, as if applying lipstick to her lips. She closed her eyes. Her mouth opened.

When Eden had an orgasm, her pussy was clammy and ready to enter. She slowly pushed the cucumber into her wet pussy and quietly groaned.

She moved the cucumber back and forward, and the vine helped her do that. Eden tossed her head from side to side, as she whimpered, and masturbated hard. She felt the bumps rub against her G and O-spots – her body trembled with seventh heaven.

Eventually, she achieved another orgasm and lay in the tub with the cucumber still in her pussy. She even felt the cucumber tremble a little, as if it had shot its entire load.

Eden, on the other hand, was lying in the bathtub, smiling happily.

 

 

14.

 

After her bubble bath, Eden had changed and was in her room.

She started her computer, typed a storm and completed her novel.

When she had finished, she clapped, and smiled at the eyeball flowers.

And then her applause stopped. Her eyes turned to slime green, and her eyelids drooped like she was fatigued. She stood up, like a puppet, and went out of the bedroom.

 

 

15.

 

Eden soon entered the basement, and discovered an enormous hole in the wall.

She stripped off all her clothes until she was naked and walked into the hole.

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16.

 

Eventually, Eden reached the back – and it looked like a comfy bedroom.

Carefully, she lay down on her bed, and rested her head on a pillow made of vines.

Eden folded her arms on her breasts, and closed her legs.

A large root tied around her left wrist, and pulled her arm into a tiny hole.

Eden used her right arm to protect her plump tits. She grinned at the flower eyes.

A thick root fastened around her right wrist, and pulled her arm into a small hole.

Eden’s arms were fully contained, but she did not resist.

A large root tied around her neck that forced her head backwards.

Wearily, Eden looked up a little, as she felt her legs being yanked wide apart.

Two large roots were tied around her ankles and dragged her legs into small holes.

Eden was naked, spread-eagled, completely bound and horny.

Despite the orders from the vines, Eden knew her fantasy was about to come true. Again and again, in her darkened mind, she almost pleaded with these vines to have their way.

Bigger roots wrapped around her belly and hips and they firmly pinned her down.

Numerous vines wrapped round her forehead, forcing her to lie down on the bed.

Eden was forced to look up at the cavern. She saw numerous vines wrap around her eyes – interweaving to make what appeared like a blindfold – and they covered her eyes in no time.

Her lips parted, and she softly spoke, “Yes! Yes! I want it to be a surprise, master!”

A cock-vine gradually slithered to Eden – it was long and thick, and six inches of it was mushroom like. It rubbed Eden’s lips, before going in her mouth. It managed to overwhelm the poor girl with its bigness, as it made her cheeks bulge a little. The cock-vine slowly began to travel backwards and forwards – making Eden give it a blowjob.

Eden moaned contently, as the dick root touched her tongue.

She suddenly shook as something gently rubbed her pussy lips.

The plant monster cucumber-cock teased Eden’s pussy lips.

Eden whined and cried. She silently begged to be penetrated.

The cucumber-cock stroked upwards – it moved across her stomach, coming to her breasts and it stroked her breasts, unhurriedly, applying mild pressure. It manipulated her ample tits in unhurried circles, and even massaged the areola of her swollen pink nipples.

Eden’s body shuddered. She snorted out of her nostrils. She cried eagerly, too.

Afterwards, the cucumber-cock moved, and soon found Eden’s pussy lips.

Little by little, the cucumber-cock moved in a clockwise motion.

Eden’s body trembled during the reaction. She felt her stimulation unexpectedly peak. She couldn’t hold back the soft moans that escaped from her lungs. Then it stopped. She exhaled.

The cucumber-cock retracted back in its master, and the flower eyeballs watched.

Numerous vines then tied around Eden’s toes – they restrained her feet.

Eden’s body started shaking again. Uncomfortable giggles exited the poor woman’s lungs.

She sensed something hairy stroking her beautiful feet, but she couldn’t avoid it.

Two hairy vines caressed her little feet. They moved from the heels, up across her soles and arches, her toes, in between her toes and back down again.

Eden squirmed and groaned. She cried tearfully. She never stopped laughing.

The hairy vines focused on stroking the soles of her lovely feet. They moved up and down incessantly, but picked up the pace as they did. They tickled her feet. 

Eden shrieked. Her body bounced back in life and she struggled ineffectively with her bonds. She couldn’t kick her legs about, as they were completely restricted. She couldn’t beg for them to stop, as she had been muffled. She roared with laughter.

These perverted vines tickled every inch of her soles nonstop.

Eden laughed and cried very strongly. She continued to laugh. Her shoes were delicate. It made matters worse when other vines tickled her armpits. She tried begging them to give up, as she howled with muted laughter, and a hysterical grin stretched her face.

The vines tickled her feet nonstop – they tickled ever inch of her sweet soles. Other vines took care to tickle the exposed armpits of Eden and to tickle her vulnerable pussy.

Eden squealed, laughed and wept. Out of control tears rolled down her cheeks. Her feet were at their mercy. She felt an intense shiver in her body.

Eden’s screams of laughter were replaced with recurring groans of joy. Her hips bucked against her restraints, as a sudden tremendous tremor rocked her senseless.

The hairy vines stopped tickling the poor girl, and departed at a snaky pace.

Eden snorted hard out her nostrils. Her body was too tired to object.

She was sweating like crazy. She could feel her pussy soaking wet.

These perverted vines had gotten an orgasm out of her.

Eden’s face reddened. And still, she beamed broadly. 

Thick vines carefully coiled around Eden’s feet: they applied tender pressure, as they alternated between massaging her heels, the ball beneath her big toe and her arches.

Eden whimpered. She felt the joints of her lovely feet being massaged, slowly.

The cock-vine in Eden’s mouth now amplified its thrusting pace. It almost choked the poor girl, as it grew warmer like an actual cock. Its tip opened up, as it stopped thrusting and it now shuddered hard in Eden’s mouth. It ejaculated its load in Eden’s mouth.

Eden greedily gulped down its sap before the cock-vine began to thrust again.

Eden yelped. She felt a chunky vine enter her tight anus, and ejaculate a liquid inside. When the vine left her anus, it was superseded by a bulky and long stick. The stick delved deeper and deeper – stretching her anus with its thickness – causing her to sob aloud. When she felt it slip backwards, at a snail’s pace, she moaned submissively. Her eyelids twitched. Her body trembled in retort. Tears of joy trickled down her cheeks.

The stick that invaded her anus was now moving backwards and forwards – mercilessly fucking Eden’s arse. It managed to move with the same beat as the cock in her mouth.

Two rubber vines found their way to Eden. They moved downwards, closer and closer, until they were touching her ample tits. Peacefully, they pressed her breasts, caressed them slowly in a clockwise direction, leaving her nipples.

Eden grunted and groaned. The horny vines were now caressing her breasts. It felt so lovely. Sensitive groans were raised from her lungs. She desired it badly.

The breast obsessed vines kneaded her breasts, squeezing gently, keeping off her nipples. They went up and down, all around, pressing them gracefully.

Eden moaned lovingly. Her body relaxed. Tears spilled on her cheeks.

The cock-vine in Eden’s mouth shot its load in her mouth and juddered.

Eden swallowed the sap with eagerness and even licked the cock-vine.

The breast obsessed vines coiled around her breasts – they bound her tits, and even caused them to bulge out. They alternated between tightening her breasts roughly, and squeezing them softly. The vines continuously massaged her tits at a snail’s pace.

Eden moaned provocatively. Her excitement spiked. She thought she could feel a new orgasm inside of her. Her body responded by trembling and her hips tried to buck hard.

Next, orange trumpet vines slithered across the ground, making their way to Eden. They slid across Eden’s body, and went toward her plump tits. They fixed on her inflated nipples. They ascended and descended, and they sucked hard and slowly...

The trumpet vines bopped up and down rhythmically, sucking Eden’s swollen nipples. They sucked sweetly and slowly, kneading them and pressing them firmly.

Eden’s eyes rolled in the back of her head, and she gasped loudly and groaned. She felt another orgasm cause her body to quake, and her arousal amplified. She felt the shuddering in her legs. She felt the cock-vine leave her mouth, allowing her to moan.

Eden begged like a wanton girl, “Please, don’t stop... Don’t stop...!”

The cock-vine entered her mouth again, and it moved to and fro as Eden licked it.

A needle-ended tendril made its way past Eden’s shuddering legs. The tendril entered her wet sex – causing her to squeal – and poked her G-spot. It caused Eden’s G-spot to swell up like her nipples. It slid back out her soaked slit.

Eden groaned and moaned like a horny and submissive slave. She definitely wanted it.

A thick vine with a smooth point headed toward her. This vine rose in the air, and positioned itself in front of Eden’s pussy: It then slowly rubbed her clitoris and labia.

Eden’s body quivered and shivered very much. She squeaked. She sensed the gentle friction on her exposed sex. She moaned and groaned – expecting to be penetrated.

But the vagina obsessed vine didn’t penetrate her: Instead, it rubbed her wet pussy lips as if it were drawing letters. As it drew the letters, it made sure to rub her clitoris and labia. It took its sweet time drawing the letters: It drew a capital E, a capital D, a capital E, and a capital N. The vine repeated this pattern several times.

Eden squeezed her eyes shut. Her body jerked and quaked. She was unable to beg for the penetration. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks. Her limbs fought against the bounds.

Eden ceased licking the thrusting cock in her mouth.

The vagina obsessed vine now focused on rubbing her clitoris: It rubbed up and down, side to side, and in circles. It rubbed her clitoris anti-clockwise, at a snail's pace – making certain she could sense it – and moved even slower when rubbing clockwise.

Eden’s body quaked hard – as another orgasm slammed through her frail body. She cried, moaned, and silently implored penetration.

The vagina obsessed vine retracted, but was quickly replaced by another one: This lengthy beast had a smooth hook shape at the end. It didn’t waver when it penetrated Eden’s wet pussy. The vine rubbed her swollen G-spot and squeezed it like a button.

Eden’s body came to life once more. She panicked. The notion of her G-spot being manipulated was too intense for her. The trembling in her body intensified. She struggled for breath, as her nostrils flared. She felt light-headed and feeble. Her nerves felt a substantial electrical current. Her hips bucked and quaked. She felt herself squirting her juices.

Ultimately, the hook vine ceased its G-spot abuse and left Eden’s pussy. As it exited her pussy, it was coated with her orgasmic juices and it slid off.

The cucumber-cock slowly made its way towards Eden’s pussy. It was now coated in sap. It moved onwards, and rubbed Eden’s wet pussy lips – to let her know it was ready.

Eden whimpered in anticipation. She groaned lightly. She pleaded in silence.

The cucumber-cock pushed inside of her: It delved deeper into her wet pussy, and stretched her inner walls with its girth. The cucumber-cock retracted slowly, almost leaving her pussy – it then propelled forward, hitting her posterior fornix. It repeated this pattern, over and over again, sending Eden into frenzy.

Eden’s body shuddered and quaked, every time her posterior fornix was hit. She saw glistening stars. Her body and limbs shuddered. Her tiny hands failed to clench into fists. She could feel the root penetration cause the inner walls of her pussy to tighten. It hurt poor Eden when it had to thrust harder and faster. Yet she still moaned as their little slave.

After what seemed like an eternity, Eden squirted. She fought for breath. She moaned repeatedly – as her body shuddered from a massive orgasm, one that she was unable to comprehend. Eden was consumed by the tremendous orgasm, and her mind was swallowed by the darkness. Eden lay there, unconscious, with an ecstatic smile on her face.

 

The End

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