Greenhouse 1

You enter the first greenhouse and look around. Very little has changed in the years since you studied here – the benches and tables are in the same places, the tools are just as disorganised; even the pot that Seamus accidentally chipped is still in use. The only differences you can see are the plants, but that’s not surprising as they change to fit the upcoming lesson. You just hope that one of those lessons is about rue.

After a quick scan around the room, you have to admit that the longshot came up blank. There’s no plants you recognise and nothing that even looks like the description you read in Neville’s book. You pause at the far end of the room to reassess your plan. The obvious thing would be to join Neville on his search, but maybe you can investigate Professor Sprout’s office on your way.

You don’t notice the movement under the table until it’s too late. You glance down and see that your legs are already entangled in vines and creepers. You recall too late about another first year Herbology class – the one where you learnt about Devil’s Snare. You remember the secret to fighting Devil’s Snare both from the class and your own experiences. You reach for your wand to cast a spell of light or fire, but before you can manage it, a vine wraps around each of your wrists and pulls them behind your back. You struggle, but your strength is no match to the plant’s.

The Devil’s Snare continues to wrap you and you can only hope that Neville happens to find you before you suffocate. You’re lifted off your feet and hang over the table in the centre of the greenhouse. As you move, you dislodge your wand and it falls onto the table below you. You struggle towards it, but the Devil’s Snare pulls you away.

You try to scream, but before you can, a vine creeps across your mouth and gags you. You bite down on the offending creeper and taste the sour flavour of the plant’s sap. The Devil’s Snare obviously doesn’t appreciate your attempts to escape because more vines slide over your body.

You soon realise that these new vines have slipped under your clothes. You have enough time to wonder why the plant is doing that before you hear the tearing of fabric and see ripped fabric fall onto the table with your wand. In the space of a few seconds, the Devil’s Snare has stripped you completely.

You feel more exposed than ever. Before, you hoped that Neville would find and rescue you; now, you don’t want him to see you in your **** state. Of course, that means finding a way to escape by yourself. Maybe the vines will release you by themselves?

Unfortunately, the Devil’s Snare shows no indication that it’s done. Instead, it’s trying to cover all your bare skin with vines. When a couple of vines move between your ass cheeks and slide against your hole, you let out a gurgled protest. Your body doesn’t agree with your mind, though. As the vines rub against your asshole, you feel your cock begin to grow.

To your horror, the Devil’s Snare reacts to the movement. Small vines wrap around your cock and balls, imprisoning them separate from the rest of your body. Somehow, that makes you even harder. A tendril creeps across your cock head and presses against the slit. Before you try to wriggle away, the tendril pushes inside. You groan as you feel it move inside you.

At your ass, some vines have made a similar discovery. A couple press at your entrance, trying to get inside you. When they have trouble, you hope they will back away. Instead, you feel cool liquid on your hole as the plant releases some sort of sap. This gives the vines enough lubrication to push inside. More vines join the first ones until your hole is filled.

The vine in your mouth moves away. It’s no longer necessary; you’re not capable of speaking coherently at the moment. The vines slips over your chin and wraps around your neck. The part of you that isn’t focused on the pleasure in the ass and cock worries that the Devil’s Snare is about to **** you, but the vine stops with enough space so you can breathe.

You moan as the vines in your ass twist around each other. They rub against your prostate, sending waves of arousal through your body. By this point, you’re not thinking of escaping anymore; rather, you’re focused on your sexual release. With your arms still held behind your back, you can’t stroke yourself. Instead, you can only thrust your hips impotently into the air. The vines wrapped around your cock, however, prevent you from cumming. More vines enter your ass, stretching you even wider. You’d be worried if it doesn’t feel so good. You suspect that the Devil’s Snare’s sap contains some sort of aphrodisiac.

You don’t know how long the Devil’s Snare suspends you in the middle of the greenhouse as it uses your holes. It can’t have been as long as you think, since Neville hasn’t come looking for you yet. You drift in and out of lucidity as the vines move inside you.

The vines on your cock begin to pulsate and move. It’s almost as if they’re milking you. You can’t help but let out a moan. You’re so close to cumming, but with the tendril in your cock, you can’t get over the edge.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approach. You look up and see Neville standing in the door to the greenhouse.

“W-wait!”, you say. “Don’t come closer. Devil’s Snare!”

Neville appraises your situation instantly. He raises his wand and a globe of bright light expands from it. You have to close your eyes to stop being blinded.

The effect on the Devil’s Snare is more ****. All the vines contract at the same time, even the ones inside you. Then, they begin to retreat. The tendril in your cock is one of the first to withdraw. As the other vines move around your body, you feel your arousal increase even more.

There’s another burst of light from Neville. The vines in your ass jerk and press against your prostate. Without any obstructions, you can now cum. You scream as your orgasm rips through you.

The vines retreat as Neville approaches you, dropping you onto the floor. Finally, the Devil’s Snare has returned to its lair. Neville sees your undressed state and quickly repairs your clothes. He smirks at you as you dress.

“Caught by a Devil’s Snare?” he says. “Surely you know how to protect yourself against them.”

“Shut up”, you mutter as you blush.

You’re out of time and energy to look for rue at the moment. You have to try another time.