Monica rested a minute and having regained some composure and confidence, she stood up and looked around. Having gone thru the ordeal she just did, she could make out the purpose of the different parts of this thing she was in the middle of. The vines were for binding, the bulbs were for tickling feet, and maybe armpits. She tried to imagine the most effective way to get a response from a victim. The fingers were for, well, finger tickling. She distinctly remembered the seemingly unending dig in tickling she received and also moments when a lighter fingernail tickling was happening in her armpits for sure. Maybe a couple of other spots too. Her memory was spotty. The drinking vines were a darker color than the green binding vines and that was for the nectar. It was oily and made her skin slick and slippery and it was delicious. Apparently was a strong stimulant, an aphrodisiac, as well as sensitizer making her more ticklish and sensitive? Oh, and the hairs, that was for the goose bump and shivers tickling that almost never stopped. Not even when she was passed out. Monica giggled at the thought of her unconscious body twitching and squirming from the nonstop tickling.
She looked at the gigantic life form around her and said “well, I guess it’s time to get started again.” She reached down and grabbed a brown drinking vine, took a few gulps of the delicious nectar, and poured some more all over her arms, and chest and then filled her palm with some more and started oiling herself down. The second half is always the climax, right? She asked the creature she believed to be intelligent now. She applied more nectar to her back and bottom, her thighs and calves. Then she sat down and took her time really oiling her feet up good.
During her last foot tickling while the brushes were working away at her soles, she noticed that after her feet got oily from the nectar vibrating off of the bulbs, her feet became much more ticklish.
All oiled up, she stopped to breathe once more and think. As torturous as the tickling had been, her intuition was telling her that the meadow was not mean or vindictive or even predatory. She felt a playfulness, a joy from the plant and took it to be friendly. She took another big gulp from the vine and sat still. She could literally feel the fluid course through her vanes and she was throbbing and leaking now and it took all of her will power not to touch herself but she would not. She spoke to the meadow again. “Today, my body belongs to you my friend.”
With that, she rolled over on her belly and with her hand, she spread the vines beneath her face to make a little hole to look down into. As she looked down, she realized that the vines went down as far as she could see. The thought occurred to her that the vines could easily drag her down to god knows where and she could never be seen again. That made her shudder in momentary fear but her uncle didn’t seem worried and she felt a trust towards this place that was comforting. “I wander if that’s the nectar?” she asked herself. “Too late to worry now” she answered her own thought.
After she made the space for her face, she reached between her legs and spread herself. “I’m going to need a little help with this.” She giggled to the vines beneath her. As soon as she said that, she felt two thin vines slither up between her two fingers that she was using to hold herself open and then pressed her labia outward in a butterfly fashion, and pushing her fingers away. Another slightly thicker vine slid across her lower abdomen pressing in and upward on her vulva right above her sweet spot pulling back her hood and exposing her erect and throbbing clit.
“Well, I am impressed.” Monica laughed and then spread her legs wide and stretched her arms up high as the vines immediately wrapped her up at the wrist, elbows, ankles and knees, again making her completely immobile. This time she also felt vines securing her toes that were poking down into the vines down and back making her feet immobile also.
She again became filled with fear, excitement, frustration and anticipation. She thought that she was crazy for doing this but was also proud of herself for her courage, toughness and appetite for adventure.
She looked down and saw thousands of tickling hairs slowly working their way up toward her. She knew then why several minutes had passed in the morning after she woke up before the tickling actually started. Seeing them getting closer and knowing what was coming was much worse. Monica was actually starting to giggle and tickle before the hairs ever reached her.
The hairs reached her breast and toes at almost the same time. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive and the hairs brushing and tickling away at them caused her whole body to jump and convulse at the intense stimulation… but her toes.
She didn’t scream this time but let out a cacophony of laughter that filled the meadow. When the hairs reached the point where her toes met her foot hard full belly laughs rang out from the woman. HAHAHAHAHHAH!
The tickling traveled up her foot and tickled them on all sides until the hairs were all the way up to her ankles and then what she both feared and wanted the most happened. They reached her belly! OH OH OK! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! She laughed and laughed until she thought she could laugh no more but the uncontrollable reactions just kept happening.
Before she knew it, the hairs had come all the way up tickling her ribs, armpits and upper arms, her thighs and inner thighs and yes in between completely overwhelming Monica and both pleasing and tormenting her to levels she never imagined possible. The pleasure became so intense she stopped reacting to the tickles but just when she thought she would explode the pleasure would weaken and the tickles would intensify all over again. This went on for over an hour and Monica was exhausted.
When her throat would turn raspy a vine would insert itself into her mouth and she would gulp down the nectar between laughs and the nectar would fill her with relief and a surge of strength and energy but would intensify the tickling significantly making her laugh harder and louder than before.
Another hour went by before the intensity of her reactions could settle down to a level where she could think. She did not laugh like this in the morning. This was worse. Much worse.
Then she looked down and saw the thick sausage like vines making their way up. Oh God she thought to herself. I’m going to pass out again.
Finally, the hairs stopped tickling Monica allowing her to try and gain some composure but her body would not stop quivering from the long tickling she just received. She could not take her eyes off of the finger like vines getting closer and closer and her fear was close to overwhelming her.
She wanted to be tickled more, it made no sense to Monica It was more than just a dare or a challenge now. She thought it must be the nectar, it had changed her. She now had a burning desire to be tickled. The fear was still there but the desire was stronger. She watched the fingers slowly getting closer and wondered where they would grab first. Pits, ribs, thighs hips? The anticipation was killing her. Then it happened.
Her feet? She couldn’t see down there, fingers were scratching up and down the soles of her feet. AAAAGH! HAHAHAHA! OH MY GOODNESS, THAT’S SO BAD! The scratches were slow at first but built up to a ferocious speed sending her right back into wild fits to uncontrollable laugher. There were brief moments when she thought to shout no! Stop! Please don’t! But she did not protest of beg this time. She wanted it to continue and as time went on, and the fingers attacked her knees from the front and her thighs which made her laugh silently again, trying to laugh so hard her stomach hurt and no sound would come out.
Then her inner thighs and hips and belly. Her belly would ripple and contract and bulge out at different places as the fingers expertly tickled her midsection from her panty line up to her bottom ribs. It tickled her ribs and underarms and two hands scratched up and down her upper arm from her elbows to her armpits. Monica laughed and howled and jerked and pulled for so long she stopped thinking about how long she was being tickled and entered a state where it was as if to her that the tickling would never stop. But then finally, it did.
The vined did not release her though. She was still immobile so she knew her ordeal wasn’t over yet. She lifted her head and she could not tell where the sun was but saw that the sky to the west was turning red. The end was coming.
She looked down into the vines again to see if she could see what was coming and she could, leaves. Vibrating dripping oily leaves and brushes. Lots and lots of brushes. “OK, here we go again.” She said and her body tensed up in anticipation of the tickles to come.
When the leaves reached her though, they barely tickled her. They did a little. She would flex and flinch a bit but it was more teasing than tickling. Two leaves had focused on the creases of her inner thighs going in until they just touch the labia that was being held open by the vines and then back out again.
Monica was aching and throbbing and wanted to be touched on her charm spot so bad she wanted to cry but the leaves just teased and teased. Monica tried not to beg, she tried as hard as she could but after what seemed like hours, she cried in a whisper please, you know what I need please.
With that a single leaf stroked right up the center of her valley hitting her charm spot directly at the top. It was so oily and warm it was pure ecstasy! Monica moaned loudly and she knew that she would come quickly. She had already come close a dozen times or more but just when she thought she would finally release brushes hit her all over her body front and sides from the soles of her feet to her neck with her shoulders held down and her chin held up high. AAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! FUCK! FUCK! AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The edging and tickling went on and on and then the brushes left and the leaf, the one leaf, her favorite leaf slowly, lightly kept licking her so slow and light that she thought she could never come from it. It was terrible. Her pussy contracted with every stroke and as Monica looked up and to the west she saw that the sun was dipping below the trees and then disappeared and all she could see was a deep red sky.
Her orgasm was so close but so far away she was frustrated beyond description “mmmmmmmmmm. I think I might, just a little faster, the suns about to set.” And then that first contraction hit, she started to cum but the leaf pulled away and her pussy rhythmically clenched and squeezed and contracted like a beating heart as her ruined orgasm died out.
Monica burst out laughing. “You suck so bad. I love you any way though.”
With that the vines let her go and she rolled over onto her back and giggled and giggled reliving the longest, hardest and most wonderful day she had ever had in her life.
The End.
She looked at the gigantic life form around her and said “well, I guess it’s time to get started again.” She reached down and grabbed a brown drinking vine, took a few gulps of the delicious nectar, and poured some more all over her arms, and chest and then filled her palm with some more and started oiling herself down. The second half is always the climax, right? She asked the creature she believed to be intelligent now. She applied more nectar to her back and bottom, her thighs and calves. Then she sat down and took her time really oiling her feet up good.
During her last foot tickling while the brushes were working away at her soles, she noticed that after her feet got oily from the nectar vibrating off of the bulbs, her feet became much more ticklish.
All oiled up, she stopped to breathe once more and think. As torturous as the tickling had been, her intuition was telling her that the meadow was not mean or vindictive or even predatory. She felt a playfulness, a joy from the plant and took it to be friendly. She took another big gulp from the vine and sat still. She could literally feel the fluid course through her vanes and she was throbbing and leaking now and it took all of her will power not to touch herself but she would not. She spoke to the meadow again. “Today, my body belongs to you my friend.”
With that, she rolled over on her belly and with her hand, she spread the vines beneath her face to make a little hole to look down into. As she looked down, she realized that the vines went down as far as she could see. The thought occurred to her that the vines could easily drag her down to god knows where and she could never be seen again. That made her shudder in momentary fear but her uncle didn’t seem worried and she felt a trust towards this place that was comforting. “I wander if that’s the nectar?” she asked herself. “Too late to worry now” she answered her own thought.
After she made the space for her face, she reached between her legs and spread herself. “I’m going to need a little help with this.” She giggled to the vines beneath her. As soon as she said that, she felt two thin vines slither up between her two fingers that she was using to hold herself open and then pressed her labia outward in a butterfly fashion, and pushing her fingers away. Another slightly thicker vine slid across her lower abdomen pressing in and upward on her vulva right above her sweet spot pulling back her hood and exposing her erect and throbbing clit.
“Well, I am impressed.” Monica laughed and then spread her legs wide and stretched her arms up high as the vines immediately wrapped her up at the wrist, elbows, ankles and knees, again making her completely immobile. This time she also felt vines securing her toes that were poking down into the vines down and back making her feet immobile also.
She again became filled with fear, excitement, frustration and anticipation. She thought that she was crazy for doing this but was also proud of herself for her courage, toughness and appetite for adventure.
She looked down and saw thousands of tickling hairs slowly working their way up toward her. She knew then why several minutes had passed in the morning after she woke up before the tickling actually started. Seeing them getting closer and knowing what was coming was much worse. Monica was actually starting to giggle and tickle before the hairs ever reached her.
The hairs reached her breast and toes at almost the same time. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive and the hairs brushing and tickling away at them caused her whole body to jump and convulse at the intense stimulation… but her toes.
She didn’t scream this time but let out a cacophony of laughter that filled the meadow. When the hairs reached the point where her toes met her foot hard full belly laughs rang out from the woman. HAHAHAHAHHAH!
The tickling traveled up her foot and tickled them on all sides until the hairs were all the way up to her ankles and then what she both feared and wanted the most happened. They reached her belly! OH OH OK! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! She laughed and laughed until she thought she could laugh no more but the uncontrollable reactions just kept happening.
Before she knew it, the hairs had come all the way up tickling her ribs, armpits and upper arms, her thighs and inner thighs and yes in between completely overwhelming Monica and both pleasing and tormenting her to levels she never imagined possible. The pleasure became so intense she stopped reacting to the tickles but just when she thought she would explode the pleasure would weaken and the tickles would intensify all over again. This went on for over an hour and Monica was exhausted.
When her throat would turn raspy a vine would insert itself into her mouth and she would gulp down the nectar between laughs and the nectar would fill her with relief and a surge of strength and energy but would intensify the tickling significantly making her laugh harder and louder than before.
Another hour went by before the intensity of her reactions could settle down to a level where she could think. She did not laugh like this in the morning. This was worse. Much worse.
Then she looked down and saw the thick sausage like vines making their way up. Oh God she thought to herself. I’m going to pass out again.
Finally, the hairs stopped tickling Monica allowing her to try and gain some composure but her body would not stop quivering from the long tickling she just received. She could not take her eyes off of the finger like vines getting closer and closer and her fear was close to overwhelming her.
She wanted to be tickled more, it made no sense to Monica It was more than just a dare or a challenge now. She thought it must be the nectar, it had changed her. She now had a burning desire to be tickled. The fear was still there but the desire was stronger. She watched the fingers slowly getting closer and wondered where they would grab first. Pits, ribs, thighs hips? The anticipation was killing her. Then it happened.
Her feet? She couldn’t see down there, fingers were scratching up and down the soles of her feet. AAAAGH! HAHAHAHA! OH MY GOODNESS, THAT’S SO BAD! The scratches were slow at first but built up to a ferocious speed sending her right back into wild fits to uncontrollable laugher. There were brief moments when she thought to shout no! Stop! Please don’t! But she did not protest of beg this time. She wanted it to continue and as time went on, and the fingers attacked her knees from the front and her thighs which made her laugh silently again, trying to laugh so hard her stomach hurt and no sound would come out.
Then her inner thighs and hips and belly. Her belly would ripple and contract and bulge out at different places as the fingers expertly tickled her midsection from her panty line up to her bottom ribs. It tickled her ribs and underarms and two hands scratched up and down her upper arm from her elbows to her armpits. Monica laughed and howled and jerked and pulled for so long she stopped thinking about how long she was being tickled and entered a state where it was as if to her that the tickling would never stop. But then finally, it did.
The vined did not release her though. She was still immobile so she knew her ordeal wasn’t over yet. She lifted her head and she could not tell where the sun was but saw that the sky to the west was turning red. The end was coming.
She looked down into the vines again to see if she could see what was coming and she could, leaves. Vibrating dripping oily leaves and brushes. Lots and lots of brushes. “OK, here we go again.” She said and her body tensed up in anticipation of the tickles to come.
When the leaves reached her though, they barely tickled her. They did a little. She would flex and flinch a bit but it was more teasing than tickling. Two leaves had focused on the creases of her inner thighs going in until they just touch the labia that was being held open by the vines and then back out again.
Monica was aching and throbbing and wanted to be touched on her charm spot so bad she wanted to cry but the leaves just teased and teased. Monica tried not to beg, she tried as hard as she could but after what seemed like hours, she cried in a whisper please, you know what I need please.
With that a single leaf stroked right up the center of her valley hitting her charm spot directly at the top. It was so oily and warm it was pure ecstasy! Monica moaned loudly and she knew that she would come quickly. She had already come close a dozen times or more but just when she thought she would finally release brushes hit her all over her body front and sides from the soles of her feet to her neck with her shoulders held down and her chin held up high. AAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! FUCK! FUCK! AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The edging and tickling went on and on and then the brushes left and the leaf, the one leaf, her favorite leaf slowly, lightly kept licking her so slow and light that she thought she could never come from it. It was terrible. Her pussy contracted with every stroke and as Monica looked up and to the west she saw that the sun was dipping below the trees and then disappeared and all she could see was a deep red sky.
Her orgasm was so close but so far away she was frustrated beyond description “mmmmmmmmmm. I think I might, just a little faster, the suns about to set.” And then that first contraction hit, she started to cum but the leaf pulled away and her pussy rhythmically clenched and squeezed and contracted like a beating heart as her ruined orgasm died out.
Monica burst out laughing. “You suck so bad. I love you any way though.”
With that the vines let her go and she rolled over onto her back and giggled and giggled reliving the longest, hardest and most wonderful day she had ever had in her life.
The End.
