Several minutes had passed and nothing yet had happened. Monica was starting to be able to see the pink sky growing into the night sky without having to lift her head. Monica had grown to be extremely self-analytical. She regularly focused so hard on noticing and making mental notes of what she thought, what she felt both physically and emotionally and what she sensed both physically and intuitively, that she would sometimes become oblivious to what was going on around her.
In a way she didn’t like that trait, but she did like that nobody could ever really tell her anything about herself that she didn’t already know. Maybe Uncle Scott, but not really even him. Uncle Scott never really preached to her anyway, he would just ask a lot of questions that would often lead her to answering her own dilemmas. It was uncanny how he could do that.
Lost in thought, Monica figured she should get as comfortable as possible while she could and realized that she was completely and totally comfortable. She shifted to see if she could feel any hard spots and noticed that not only that there were none, but that she could feel air underneath her. She didn’t feel like she was floating, but more like she was suspended on a web of vines.
Just then her bottom clenched hard. Something had touched her. EEEP! She yelped as a lot of super thin hair like tendrils started stroking and tickling her bottom. It sent electric shocks through her entire body but after a little while she settled down and tried to relax into it. It worked. The shocks turned into shivers and though her bottom kept involuntarily clenching tight over and over as the hairs waved and swayed under her the clenches were not as violent as the first surprised ones were.
More hairs started hitting her skin all over. First her thighs, shoulder blades and the heels of her feet. Then her calves, the back of her knees, which were excruciatingly ticklish, the small of her back, also very ticklish, and worst of all, her neck, and ears.
When the hairs reached and started tickling her neck, she scrunched her shoulders up and clenched her chin down tight. AAAAGH! STOP! THAT TICKLES!
A few vines slithered up and pushed her shoulders back down while more vines from above her head reached down like a mother's hands and cupped her jawline pulling her chin back upward elongating and completely exposing her whole neck to the tickling hairs.
This time the laughter finally escaped her. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THAT IS SO BAD! IT TICKLES SO MUCH!
She almost said uncle when even her own mind asked her why? You purposely went out of your way to do this. Give yourself to it and let it happen. So, she did and the laughter spilled out of her like never in her whole life.
The tickling continued for over an hour before she became accustomed enough to the sensation to stop howling and squealing in laughter and relax into a soft giggle. She could think again and notice and feel the shivers coursing up and down her spine and the large goosebumps that had risen and formed all over her body.
“This is crazy” she said. Just then a set of vines gripped and squeezed her feminine hips causing Monica to scream. AAAAAAAAAHHHH. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! STOP STOP STOP STOP!
They did not, not for a moment or a second. The finger like vines instead started not only squeezing and tickling her hips but started rapidly tickling up and down her ribcage sending Monica into fits of silent laughter where she was laughing as hard as she could, but no sound was coming out of her mouth. She was out of air.
Then the pair of “hands” turned into two, then three, tickling her upper and lower ribs and hips all at the same time. After a few minutes of this, Monica passed out.
She didn’t know how long she was out, but when she came to, she saw that all she could see were vines and leaves that had formed a canopy over her face.
She gathered that it was later in the morning and that the vines protected her eyes from the sun. She could feel the warmth on her body. The hairs underneath her were still tickling her all over causing her to shiver and squirm again but the fingers had stopped.
She was nervous. She couldn’t see anything and there was nothing to hear, and she knew that her ordeal would start again. Then, right into her pits the finger like vines went in and Monica screamed out again, “NO, NO, NO!”
The vines stopped. Monica was confused, she didn’t know what had happened. What would happen? Could the vines understand her? Did she upset them? Would she be punished?
“OK.” Monica said. Silence. “OK, you can start again.” Nothing. “I know you can hear me. I know you understand.” She whispered to the vines in front of her face. “Please tickle me. Tickle me until I break and then tickle me some more. Tickle me until the sun sets and I’ll come back and let you have me again.”
When she finished her plea, a vine slithered down towards her lips dripping with some sort of liquid. Monica opened her mouth and received the vine and drank from it. It was delicious! Like some sort of nectar. She drank and drank until she was full, and as she drank, she felt a rush through her vanes. Energy, strength, arousal! It felt like a surge of blood had rushed to her groin and her skin everywhere came alive and became much more sensitive.
Monica laid her head back and she said “I’m ready. Let’s go again, I’m sorry”
As requested, the fingers dug back in and tickled her furiously. Over the next two hours the tickling did not abate. The vines attacked her thighs, knees, the creases of her inner thigh just where the leg met her most private area. They attacked her inner thighs on the back side at the crease of her bottom and the worst of all, it attacked her hip bones sending her into a world of ticklish torture she had never even approached before.
She laughed and laughed, she cried, and pissed herself, then laughed some more, but she never begged again, she did not protest, cry mercy, she accepted her fate and just laughed and laughed until finally the fingers stopped.
Was it over? She tried to peer through the vines to see where the sun was. As far as she could tell it wasn’t even noon yet. Her day was far from over.
The tiny hairs were still lightly tickling her. It felt amazing and it would cause her body to involuntarily shift and squirm and her muscles to contract from the stimulation but it felt good. Monica breathed deep and relaxed while she could. The vines were caressing and massaging her shoulder blades and shoulders. She melted into it and then vines below stared massaging the back of her thighs and her bottom.
Monica giggled and said “cheeky. Go ahead, your welcome.” At that she felt the vines grab a hold of her cheeks and spread them apart as the tiny tickling hairs went into the crack of her bottom and tickled spots that had never been touch by anyone except herself and her mother when she was a baby. “OH GOD! OH MY GOD! HAHAHA! OK, OK, OH OOOOOHH, MMMMMMM!
It was heaven and hell at the same time, she finally managed to relax herself a bit and just feel the pleasure and the tickles. The little area of flesh between her front and rear entrances was especially sensitive and ticklish. The tickling was devilish and persistent. She wanted the hairs to go up, to her sweet spot but they did not. The teasing and taunting were cruel. Monica angled her hips upward and arched her back to make her sweet spot move down towards the hairs but the hairs would recede and would not touch her where she wanted and needed to be touched. How intelligent and aware was this plant life Monica wondered. The hairs tickled all over her bottom and touched and tickled the bottom part of her outer labia making her desperate for more but that’s as far as the vines would go.
Monica’s nipples were erect and as hard is diamonds and her clit was throbbing but she could not touch herself and the vines would not help either. Amid her agonizing frustration she began to hear the leaves to the vines buzz with vibration. After about a minute she started to feel drips on her face.
As the plant vibrated it was becoming covered and saturated in the oily nectar that she drank from it earlier.
What is about to happen? Monica wondered. Whatever it was, she knew it couldn’t be good.
Out of the corner of her eye, out from under the canopy of leaves she saw vines moving overhead and the bulbs, the ones that looked like brushes, the ones that tickled her feet as she walked across the meadow was vibrating, buzzing, and dripping wet like the leaves.
Oh no! Monica moaned to herself. Just then two brushes started tickling her feet. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! AAAAAH HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!
While vines wrapped around her toes holding her feet taught and fully exposed and immobile, the brushes went to work. Monica was sure she would lose her sanity. She laughed until she heard sounds coming out of her that she did not recognize the tickling kept going and going and going, and then it stopped and the vines released her, and the canopy receded.
Monica sat up confused. The Sun was directly overhead. It was high noon and her day were not even halfway over. She sat there and thought.
Uncle Scott said that it would not release me until the sun set. What was this? Was it a test?
Monica had a vision. A mental picture of her uncle being released and of him running naked as fast as he could towards the tree line. Then she saw the vines grab his ankles. Then his wrist as he broke his fall. Then she saw her sweet uncle swallowed up by the vines until he was buried up to his neck in vines and finally she saw her Uncle Scott howling and wailing in hysterical laughter as if he was being tickled even worse under the vines that buried him.
Shivers went down her spine so strong her entire body trembled. She looked long and hard at the tree line. She wasn’t doing that. She thought back over her day. First, she was goose bump tickled by the hairs, then tickled by fingers, then teased down there. Then the brushes had a go at her feet. Quite a tickling.
But her stomach was never tickled! In fact, her back and sides were tickled but not her front. When she was being teased, she even tried to get the vines to tickle her front and it wouldn’t.
She looked down at the vines beneath her and said “I think I know what you want.”
In a way she didn’t like that trait, but she did like that nobody could ever really tell her anything about herself that she didn’t already know. Maybe Uncle Scott, but not really even him. Uncle Scott never really preached to her anyway, he would just ask a lot of questions that would often lead her to answering her own dilemmas. It was uncanny how he could do that.
Lost in thought, Monica figured she should get as comfortable as possible while she could and realized that she was completely and totally comfortable. She shifted to see if she could feel any hard spots and noticed that not only that there were none, but that she could feel air underneath her. She didn’t feel like she was floating, but more like she was suspended on a web of vines.
Just then her bottom clenched hard. Something had touched her. EEEP! She yelped as a lot of super thin hair like tendrils started stroking and tickling her bottom. It sent electric shocks through her entire body but after a little while she settled down and tried to relax into it. It worked. The shocks turned into shivers and though her bottom kept involuntarily clenching tight over and over as the hairs waved and swayed under her the clenches were not as violent as the first surprised ones were.
More hairs started hitting her skin all over. First her thighs, shoulder blades and the heels of her feet. Then her calves, the back of her knees, which were excruciatingly ticklish, the small of her back, also very ticklish, and worst of all, her neck, and ears.
When the hairs reached and started tickling her neck, she scrunched her shoulders up and clenched her chin down tight. AAAAGH! STOP! THAT TICKLES!
A few vines slithered up and pushed her shoulders back down while more vines from above her head reached down like a mother's hands and cupped her jawline pulling her chin back upward elongating and completely exposing her whole neck to the tickling hairs.
This time the laughter finally escaped her. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THAT IS SO BAD! IT TICKLES SO MUCH!
She almost said uncle when even her own mind asked her why? You purposely went out of your way to do this. Give yourself to it and let it happen. So, she did and the laughter spilled out of her like never in her whole life.
The tickling continued for over an hour before she became accustomed enough to the sensation to stop howling and squealing in laughter and relax into a soft giggle. She could think again and notice and feel the shivers coursing up and down her spine and the large goosebumps that had risen and formed all over her body.
“This is crazy” she said. Just then a set of vines gripped and squeezed her feminine hips causing Monica to scream. AAAAAAAAAHHHH. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! STOP STOP STOP STOP!
They did not, not for a moment or a second. The finger like vines instead started not only squeezing and tickling her hips but started rapidly tickling up and down her ribcage sending Monica into fits of silent laughter where she was laughing as hard as she could, but no sound was coming out of her mouth. She was out of air.
Then the pair of “hands” turned into two, then three, tickling her upper and lower ribs and hips all at the same time. After a few minutes of this, Monica passed out.
She didn’t know how long she was out, but when she came to, she saw that all she could see were vines and leaves that had formed a canopy over her face.
She gathered that it was later in the morning and that the vines protected her eyes from the sun. She could feel the warmth on her body. The hairs underneath her were still tickling her all over causing her to shiver and squirm again but the fingers had stopped.
She was nervous. She couldn’t see anything and there was nothing to hear, and she knew that her ordeal would start again. Then, right into her pits the finger like vines went in and Monica screamed out again, “NO, NO, NO!”
The vines stopped. Monica was confused, she didn’t know what had happened. What would happen? Could the vines understand her? Did she upset them? Would she be punished?
“OK.” Monica said. Silence. “OK, you can start again.” Nothing. “I know you can hear me. I know you understand.” She whispered to the vines in front of her face. “Please tickle me. Tickle me until I break and then tickle me some more. Tickle me until the sun sets and I’ll come back and let you have me again.”
When she finished her plea, a vine slithered down towards her lips dripping with some sort of liquid. Monica opened her mouth and received the vine and drank from it. It was delicious! Like some sort of nectar. She drank and drank until she was full, and as she drank, she felt a rush through her vanes. Energy, strength, arousal! It felt like a surge of blood had rushed to her groin and her skin everywhere came alive and became much more sensitive.
Monica laid her head back and she said “I’m ready. Let’s go again, I’m sorry”
As requested, the fingers dug back in and tickled her furiously. Over the next two hours the tickling did not abate. The vines attacked her thighs, knees, the creases of her inner thigh just where the leg met her most private area. They attacked her inner thighs on the back side at the crease of her bottom and the worst of all, it attacked her hip bones sending her into a world of ticklish torture she had never even approached before.
She laughed and laughed, she cried, and pissed herself, then laughed some more, but she never begged again, she did not protest, cry mercy, she accepted her fate and just laughed and laughed until finally the fingers stopped.
Was it over? She tried to peer through the vines to see where the sun was. As far as she could tell it wasn’t even noon yet. Her day was far from over.
The tiny hairs were still lightly tickling her. It felt amazing and it would cause her body to involuntarily shift and squirm and her muscles to contract from the stimulation but it felt good. Monica breathed deep and relaxed while she could. The vines were caressing and massaging her shoulder blades and shoulders. She melted into it and then vines below stared massaging the back of her thighs and her bottom.
Monica giggled and said “cheeky. Go ahead, your welcome.” At that she felt the vines grab a hold of her cheeks and spread them apart as the tiny tickling hairs went into the crack of her bottom and tickled spots that had never been touch by anyone except herself and her mother when she was a baby. “OH GOD! OH MY GOD! HAHAHA! OK, OK, OH OOOOOHH, MMMMMMM!
It was heaven and hell at the same time, she finally managed to relax herself a bit and just feel the pleasure and the tickles. The little area of flesh between her front and rear entrances was especially sensitive and ticklish. The tickling was devilish and persistent. She wanted the hairs to go up, to her sweet spot but they did not. The teasing and taunting were cruel. Monica angled her hips upward and arched her back to make her sweet spot move down towards the hairs but the hairs would recede and would not touch her where she wanted and needed to be touched. How intelligent and aware was this plant life Monica wondered. The hairs tickled all over her bottom and touched and tickled the bottom part of her outer labia making her desperate for more but that’s as far as the vines would go.
Monica’s nipples were erect and as hard is diamonds and her clit was throbbing but she could not touch herself and the vines would not help either. Amid her agonizing frustration she began to hear the leaves to the vines buzz with vibration. After about a minute she started to feel drips on her face.
As the plant vibrated it was becoming covered and saturated in the oily nectar that she drank from it earlier.
What is about to happen? Monica wondered. Whatever it was, she knew it couldn’t be good.
Out of the corner of her eye, out from under the canopy of leaves she saw vines moving overhead and the bulbs, the ones that looked like brushes, the ones that tickled her feet as she walked across the meadow was vibrating, buzzing, and dripping wet like the leaves.
Oh no! Monica moaned to herself. Just then two brushes started tickling her feet. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! AAAAAH HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!
While vines wrapped around her toes holding her feet taught and fully exposed and immobile, the brushes went to work. Monica was sure she would lose her sanity. She laughed until she heard sounds coming out of her that she did not recognize the tickling kept going and going and going, and then it stopped and the vines released her, and the canopy receded.
Monica sat up confused. The Sun was directly overhead. It was high noon and her day were not even halfway over. She sat there and thought.
Uncle Scott said that it would not release me until the sun set. What was this? Was it a test?
Monica had a vision. A mental picture of her uncle being released and of him running naked as fast as he could towards the tree line. Then she saw the vines grab his ankles. Then his wrist as he broke his fall. Then she saw her sweet uncle swallowed up by the vines until he was buried up to his neck in vines and finally she saw her Uncle Scott howling and wailing in hysterical laughter as if he was being tickled even worse under the vines that buried him.
Shivers went down her spine so strong her entire body trembled. She looked long and hard at the tree line. She wasn’t doing that. She thought back over her day. First, she was goose bump tickled by the hairs, then tickled by fingers, then teased down there. Then the brushes had a go at her feet. Quite a tickling.
But her stomach was never tickled! In fact, her back and sides were tickled but not her front. When she was being teased, she even tried to get the vines to tickle her front and it wouldn’t.
She looked down at the vines beneath her and said “I think I know what you want.”
