Suspended and Helpless

She couldn't believe the predicament that she was in. She hung a few feet off the ground, her wrists held tightly and her arms stretched out, ruling out any actions that would involve them. She faced the ground at an angle. Both her legs had vines coiled up to her knees, but her legs remained nearly closed. Most of her weight rested on her arms rather than her legs as a result of being suspended, which drained her strength. Eventually she couldn't even support her neck in such a position, and so had to relax it, allowing her head to gently fall and rest on her chest. Her hair ended up covering the front of her face, obscuring her vision from her environment, but she zoned out as the situation had taxed her. All she could do was breath, and so her chest rose and fell for a while.

While Alison hung in place for what could have been minutes, or even an hour, a few more of the long green vines had built up nearby. They suspended themselves not too far from Alison, positioning themselves within a yard of her.

After the shock of the excitement wore away, Alison regained some of her willpower. A lot of her weight was being put on her arms, and she didn't have much for upper body strength, so the position was uncomfortable. But she could move her legs around a bit, which counted for something as she clung onto any silver linings she could find. Shifting her head to the side to get her hair away from her face, she began looking around and gather her surroundings, and recognized that there were many more vines like the ones holding her, sitting a small distance away, awaiting a command. With a little bit of panic, she then tried wriggling her arms and kicking, but the vines tightened slightly and held her in place to the best of their ability.

With their prey trying to thrash their way out, the appendages that stood on standby went from their waiting position to alert. It was time to subdue their prey. Two vines shot out, and landed around Alison's lower torso, and they coiled around so that they wouldn't lose grasp due to her fighting. One of them slithered upwards, and found a hole in her shirt. The head of the vine poked itself inside, and then with a jerk threw much of itself inside. The lower vine did the same with her pants.

Alison was discomforted at the feeling of the the vines slithering inside her clothes, sharing the space she never thought she would share. She had to change her focus, instead of on her limbs, she twisted her torso to make it difficult for the vines to get around. The action slowed them to a slow crawl across her skin, which was somehow worse. Because they slowed their movement, their crawl was gentle, almost like fingers brushing alongside her. Alison tried not to think of the feeling but it was intimate in a way. She stopped twisting herself in hopes of encouraging the vines to go back to their old method of crawling, but they did not react. Alison closed her eyes, waiting for it to end.

The upper vine found something of interest to it. There were two large mounds of flesh held together by a different piece of clothing than the shirt it had passed through. It could **** itself inside, and it wanted to, one of its' missions being to explore. It set its' head against the closed valley between them, and did as it planned, forcing itself between.

Alison was bewildered, one the the vines had its' head pushing between her breasts. She resumed her resistance against the vines, twisting again, but one wrong move to the side and she unwittingly helped the vine, allowing it to fit itself between. It slowly slithered around one of her breasts, being like a gentle caress of a lover. "This is so wrong," she shook her head, "this can't be happening."

The vine, having circled it way around the breast and bumping into itself, deciding to push forth and back. The slow movements pushed the breast slightly out of the bra with each cycle, and eventually her tit was free. The vine, no longer obstructed by the bra, coiled itself into another layer. Its' head hanging off her restrained boob, it began poking into the breast, eventually rubbing against Alison's nipple.