She's getting rougher... (Original)

She didn't speak, but I could see the mischievous smug smile curling across her face. I opened my mouth to complain again as I felt her vines begin to snake their way up my legs. She pulled me closer, kissing me up and down my body. My forehead, lips, nipples, belly, and finally, a little peck on my clit. The vines rubbed the outside edges of my pussy as they passed by, which easily broke my focus. I felt the vines wrapping around my waist and reach for my arms. After a bit of lighthearted resistance, I let the ivy wrap around my upper limbs as well.

With sudden roughness, my arms were tightly bound to my back, and the vines scrambled up my biceps to my chest. I gulped as a mixture of anxiety and lust motivated my hips to squirm against the binds. I was tied up. Tight. I still had strength in my arms, but it would be no match for hers...

The vines tightened around my ankles and wrists, and my body was suspended in the air. I could feel them pulling my body in different directions as they wound themselves around each of my limbs. My feet dangling above the ground awoke a primal fear within me. One last vine slithered further up my chest, between my boobs, and made itself snug around my throat, supporting my neck when she turned me upside down.

With my head dangling from my utterly captive body, I was completely ****, yet, somehow, I felt an unfamiliar thrill of arousal at being so completely helpless. I closed my eyes and let my muscles relax. I could hear the plant woman's quiet laughter. She pulled me up, closer to her mouth, my eyes now level with her still-undressed breasts. I could hear her soft, wet tongue greedily licking her lips.