The Lusty Garden

1.

Lycoris' Delights unexpectedly increased in popularity. Lots of people in the city have become addicted to renting films. There were wild rumours that when you watch her movies, it feels like you're actually in the films -- just like virtual reality. A client thought she was having an erotic dream where a slimy monster raped her in the bathtub, and she loved it.

2.

It was a Saturday morning, and Lycoris' Delights had several customers in. Lycoris was wearing a pair of black sunglasses that matched her dress, and cut her red hair short.

One woman cop came into the shop: She is called Erin Mills, and was in her late twenties. She was five foot five, had moonlight eyes and midnight blue hair.

Erin moved towards Lycoris. "Pardon me; I would like to rent a film, please."

Lycoris spoke, "Sure, Officer, what sort of film are you after?"

Erin said, "Yes, I want a film about killer plants, please."

Lycoris grinned. She reached under the counter and placed a VHS film on top. "You'll love this one, Officer -- it's about an evil witch who curses a woman's garden."

Erin grabbed the case in her left hand and looked right at it. The film was called The Lusty Garden -- and it showed a woman getting seduced by vines.

Erin looked up with a smile. "How much do you charge to rent, please?"

"Three pounds," said Lycoris. "If that is alright?"

"Of course, it's a steal!" Erin searched her purse and handed the money.

Lycoris processed the transaction. "I hope you enjoy every second."

Erin nodded a thank you before leaving the rental store in high spirits.

3.

When Erin came home, she slipped off her uniform, put on her grey jogging pants and a loose shirt. She was excited about watching that horror film.

Erin closed the curtains in her living room and put the videotape into the player. She lay down on her sky blue sofa and made sure she was in a comfortable seating position.

Using her remote control, Erin started the movie and was prepared to be delighted.

The film started in a stereotypical American suburban neighbourhood. There was menacing music and the opening credits were superb.

About half an hour after the beginning of the film, the terrible rape scene began. The main woman -- a redhead with big breasts in a nightgown -- had gone into her garden, after having heard a noise. It was at night, and there was a thick mist which had covered the night air. The busty woman asked if there was anyone there and got no reply. As she went home, she fell to the ground and realized that the vines tied around her ankles. She screamed when an army of vines grabbed her and undressed her and pinned her down.

Eric's eyelids suddenly felt heavy. She wanted to stay awake -- for the rape scene of the film -- but she couldn't. She lay down and passed out.

Her body sank deeper and deeper into the couch, and she got engulfed.

4.

As Erin opened her eyes, she was standing in a yard. Still, it was not her garden -- the grass had overgrown, and it's covered with thick fog.

Erin was standing there with her arms folded across her breasts.

She said, "Hello is anyone here?"

Erin silenced a gasp with her hand. She overheard a demonic grunt in the mist.

"I'm, I'm warning you," Erin stammered. "I'm a cop! I can fight!"

She screamed as many vines and roots rose from the ground.

The vines and roots were like tentacles surrounding Erin.

Several roots knotted around her wrists tightly, and forced her arms down.

Erin pulled and pulled. Dread rose in her chest. She screamed out loud. She watched with terror as many vines made their way into the sleeves of her shirt. Her legs kicked into high gear -- but she failed to run away from the possessed garden.

The army of vines went up her shirt, dug into the fabric and ripped her T-shirt off.

Erin was now topless. She wailed at the top of her voice. Her arms rebelled impulsively against her bonds -- hoping to cover her exposed breasts -- but her efforts were unfruitful.

Following this, many vines woven into the fabric of Erin's jogging pants.

Erin looked down, and she shook her head in objection.

The vines tore off her sweatpants and dragged the remains away into the darkness.

Erin's face reddened. Her black lace panties were visible. She shut her legs tight.

Various vines weave the fabric of Erin's socks. They tore her tattered socks to reveal her beautiful bare feet and took the remnants of her socks with them.

Erin stood upright on unsteady legs. Her bare feet touched the soft grass. She watched in alarm as many vines dug into her silk panties and ripped them off.

She opened her mouth and gave way to wheezing.

Erin was completely bare and helpless.

Two thick roots slithered across the ground, and they tied tightly around her ankles.

Erin's legs got pulled hard, and she fell on her back. She gazed around her and saw nothing but the thick fog around her. She hurriedly sat up. Not only that, but she hysterically tried to unravel the twin knot tree root on her left ankle. She felt the root on her left wrist pull.

Erin fought against its force with a scowl on her face, but she got overpowered -- causing her to screech and lie down. Her left arm was now forced aside.

Erin attempted to use her right hand to untie the root -- while she was pulling her left arm and her left hand was forming a fist. She felt many roots tie up her left arm and pin it to the ground. Many vines tied around Erin's fingers and thumb, forcing her hand open.

Erin knew it was impossible to free her left arm. She used her right hand to cover her boobs. She groaned with terror when she felt the root of the tree on her right wrist, pulling her arm with a violent force. Her right arm got forced to the side, and she cried loudly.

Many vines attached themselves around Erin's fingers and thumb, forcing her hand open.

Erin's arms felt completely immobilised, but she resisted the attack.

A large root tied around her neck, which soon forced her head backwards.

Despairingly, Erin looked up a little, as she felt her legs being pulled wide apart.

She watched helplessly as she felt many tree roots carefully coiling her shapely legs and thighs. The roots had her legs completely pinned down.

Erin was naked, spread-eagled, totally bound and petrified.

She could feel larger roots wrapped around her stomach and hips -- immobilizing her.

Many vines wrapped around her forehead, forcing her head to lie on the ground.

Erin got forced to watch the sky veiled by the mist, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

She pulled in opposition to her restraints, but it was useless. She suddenly shook herself when something was rubbing her pussy lips. Erin failed to shut her shaky legs.

The cock-shaped root of the garden tree gently rubs the lips of Erin's pussy.

Erin was quietly crying out for mercy. Her heart pounded hard in her chest.

Several small vines made their way into Erin's ears and slipped inside.

Erin cried piercing, while she felt many vine-worms in her head.

The vines in her head infiltrated her brain and pumped their chemicals.

Erin went cross-eyed. She trembled, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth.

Her body convulsed as she felt the chemicals being pumped over and over.

Erin's eyelids fluttered like butterfly wings. Saliva was flowing from her mouth.

She panted heavily, groaned, groaned and groaned.

Her body shook as though she had reached an orgasm.

Her brain was totally empty.

Finally, she stopped moving.

She panted. She wept.

After that, an enormous smile spread over her face.

Erin's eyes turned to leafy green, and she was crying.

The tree's cock-like root caressed upwards; moving across her stomach and it stroked her breasts slowly, applying tender pressure. It even rubbed the areola of her puffy pink nipples.

Erin's body trembled at the same time. She snorted out of her nostrils.

The dick-shaped root of the tree embedded between Erin's large boobs.

Erin whined lovingly, as the tit wank was arousing her.

The tree's cock-like root thrust quickly in between Erin's tits.

Erin was groaning and moaning, and her big tits were tingling.

Eventually, the cock-root stopped thrusting. It juddered as it shot out its sticky sap.

The cock-root covered Erin's face in its sticky shame.

Afterwards, the cock-root descended, and it soon met Erin's pussy lips again. Without haste, it was moving in a clockwise circular motion -- like when a woman applied lipstick.

Erin's body trembled because of this. She felt her excitement grow suddenly. She couldn't stop the gentle moaning that broke out of her lungs. Her pussy was being violated. Then it was over. She couldn't figure out why the tree stopped rubbing her pussy.

Many vines then tied around Erin's toes, holding her feet in place.

Erin quivered again. Uncomfortable giggles left the poor girl's lungs.

She could feel something furry caressing her lovely feet.

Two hairy vines caressed her little feet. They moved from the heels, up across her soles and arches, her toes in between her toes and back down again.

Erin groaned while wiggling. She shed tears and laughed.

The hairy vines focused on stroking the soles of her lovely feet. They moved up and down continuously, but picked up the pace as they did. In no time, they tickled her feet.

Erin was screaming loud and clear. Her body returned to life, and she wrestled in vain against her bonds. She could not move her legs. Her mouth opened wide, and she laughed.

These perverted vines tickled every inch of her soles non-stop.

Erin laughed and wept very much. She couldn't stop laughing and smiling. It made things worse when other vines tickled her armpits. She fought her bonds, but she couldn't help it. A frantic smile spread across her face. She roared with laughter. "No! No! Stop! Stop! Please!"

The vines were tickling her feet, underarms and vulnerable pussy.

Erin screamed, laughed and wept. Tears flowed down her cheeks. Her feet were at their mercy. Frequent moans of ecstasy replaced her laughing cries. Her hips twisted against her shackles, while a terrible trembling shook her body.

The hairy vines stopped tickling the poor girl, and they withdrew to the pace of a snail.

Erin was breath-stricken and relieved. His body was too weary to withstand it. She was really sweaty. She could feel her pussy getting wet by now. Her head hurts a little, and she was groaning because of the chemical assay. The vines had got an orgasm out of her.

Erin groaned, "Fuck me. Shag me. Please. I need it. Now!"

Now, thick vines had carefully wrapped around Erin's feet: they applied a light pressure, alternating between the rubbing of her heels, the ball under her big toe and her arches.

Erin whined hungrily. Before now, she'd never realised how hot foot massages were.

Erin knitted her forehead, closing her eyes. She grunted when she felt a vine enter her tight anus and ejaculate its sap. A thick and long stick replaced the vine.

The large stick delved deeper and deeper, causing Erin to whimper eagerly.

When Erin felt it slide back, she let out a little grunt and took a deep breath. She felt it thrust forwards again, exploring her anus, and felt it retract. Her eyelids twitched. Her body trembled in response. Irresistible tears were running down her cheek. Her wanton moans increased and the anal-invading stick penetrated her anus in a corkscrew motion.

Two vines found their way to Erin. They pressed gently on her breasts, rubbed them slowly in the clockwise direction, avoiding her nipples.

Erin was growling and moaning out of control. Her sensitive moans rose from her lungs.

The breast obsessed vines kneaded her breasts, pressing gently, avoiding her nipples. They moved from high to low, all around, gently pressing them.

Delicately, Erin moaned, "Don't stop. Don't stop. Please. Don't stop. Please!"

The vines wrapped around her breasts, binding them, swelling them up. They continuously alternated between squeezing them roughly, and squeezing them gently.

Erin uttered some provocative moans. She could feel another orgasm piling up inside her. Her body responded by trembling and her trembling hips failed to buck hard.

Next, orange trumpet vines slithered across the ground, making their way to Erin. They crawled over Erin's body and headed toward her plump breasts. They latched onto her swollen nipples. They bobbed up and down, and they sucked hard and leisurely.

Erin's nostrils flared as her wanton whines rose from her lungs. She always dreamt of someone sucking her nipples. Her tiny hands twitched and her toes curled.

The vines of the trumpet rolled upwards and downwards, sucking off Erin's swollen nipples. They sucked sweet and slowly, massaging them and squeezing them firmly.

Erin's body shuddered hard again as her restrained hips bucked and quivered. Another orgasm softened her whines. "Oh yes. Oh, sweet Jesus. Don't stop, please!"

The stick in her anus ejaculated hard and shot out its sticky sap. Afterwards, it moved backwards and forwards yet again -- as if it was massaging Erin's anus.

Erin's eyes rolled in the back of her head, and she was breathing hard and groaning. She felt another orgasm make her body tremble, and her excitation increased. She felt the shuddering in her legs. She moaned, "Oh! Oh, baby. Oh Jesus, oh yes!"

A needle-ended tendril slithered in the grass, making its way past Erin's shuddering, parted legs. The tendril entered her wet sex -- causing her to squeal -- and poked her O-spot. It caused Erin's O-spot to swell up like a balloon. It slithered back out of her wet pussy.

Erin moaned like an excited and obedient slave.

A thick vine made its way to her, and it had a smooth end. This vine rose and placed itself directly in front of Erin's pussy. It touched her pussy, looking it was kissing it. It then moved lazily, rubbing her clitoris and labia.

Erin's body jerked and shuddered hard. She whined tenderly. She felt the soft rub on her exposed sex. Not only that, but she moaned -- expecting to be penetrated any second now.

The vine rubbed her wet pussy lips in slow, clockwise circles. It occasionally stopped, and then slowly rubbed her pussy lips counterclockwise.

Erin's hips bucked a little. Tears of sexual frustration were streaming over her cheeks. She begged, "No! Please! Just do it! Please! Enter me! Please! Please! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

The vine rubbed her clitoris and labia in slow circles -- torturing the poor lass.

Erin's face was lit up by profound frustration. Her shuddering limbs fought weakly against her bonds. She was experiencing another orgasm within herself.

The vine rubbed her clitoris repeatedly -- in a clockwise circle.

Erin's hips bucked and quivered. She shivered in response to her orgasm. Tears were falling on her cheeks like a river. She whined, "Please. Enter me, please.! I need this!"

The vine finally slithered inside of her wet pussy, and it found her inflated O-spot. It rubbed her O-spot mercilessly, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her entire body.

Erin's legs tried to scissor. Her arms pulled against the bonds. Her whining became a little softer. Her body was sweating, and she could feel another orgasm accumulating.

The vine continued to abuse her O-spot and rub it in a massaging motion.

Erin's limbs and body were quivering and trembling with unbelievable ecstasy.

She could feel herself coming hard as her hips bucked and trembled repeatedly.

At last, the vines stopped their O-spot abuse and left Erin's pussy. As it exited her pussy, it got coated with her orgasmic juices, and it slithered away.

The main tree's cock root appeared out of its hole and made its way towards Erin's pussy. Its cock root was now coated in sap. It rubbed Erin's pussy lips.

Erin moaned, "Yes! Oh, yes. Please. Don't stop. Screw me! Shag me hard! Do it!"

The tree pushed its hardened cock-root into Erin's moist, sticky pussy, digging deeper and deeper, stretching the inside walls of her pussy. It reached her core, and its tip was practically kissing her on the spongy wall of her posterior fornix. It moved backwards, slowly, almost leaving her pussy, and then propelled at an alarming rate and hit her posterior fornix.

Erin's body and limbs trembled, while an inhuman roar rose from her lungs.

The tree's cock-root retracted, almost leaving her moist pussy. It delved deeper and deeper, stretching the inner walls of her pussy. It reached her core, and its tip was practically kissing her on the spongy wall of her posterior fornix. It moved backwards, slowly, almost leaving her pussy, and then propelled at an alarming rate and hit her posterior fornix.

Erin's body shuddered, and she sang out in ecstasy. She then clenched the walls of her pussy -- to capture the powerful limb that roughly penetrated her wet pussy.

The tree knew: It had to thrust in her pussy even harder and faster, when it rammed into the spongy wall of her posterior fornix. It screwed her relentlessly, making sure she felt it.

Erin felt multiple orgasms wreaking havoc on her whole body. Her eyes rolled to the back of her skull while her hips trembled and bucked. Joyous tears rolled down her pale cheeks. The penetration hurt her very much, but it made her feel so good as well.

Erin couldn't comprehend how amazing it was -- receiving a massive cock from a tree.

She saw stars through bleary eyes. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth.

Her body and her hips were twisting and quivering without ceasing.

A tidal wave of orgasms flooded through her tiny frame.

Erin couldn't understand how hot this session was -- being screwed hard in this evil backyard. Wanton thoughts of being the garden's slave filled her thoughts. Her heart beat wildly like a drum in her rib cage. She got drenched in sweat and sap. Each shake caused by her multiple orgasms caused her spasms as if she were having a violent convulsion.

The tree nailed her hard, mercilessly; making sure Erin could feel its constant thrusting. The main tree screwed her harder and harder until its cock-root stopped. Then, the tip of its cock-root opened up -- shooting a torrent of its sticky sap deep inside of her love canal.

After what seemed like forever, Erin came even harder. She was on cloud nine. Erin trembled from the aftershock, and the darkness swallowed her mind.

5.

Erin's eyelids opened little by little. She moaned and groaned. The world spun around.

She is lying on the wet grass, completely nude, in her garden.

Erin saw her legs were wide open. There was an enormous stick coming out of her pussy. The stick got smeared with her orgasmic juice, and she had been holding it in her right hand.

"What am I doing out here?" she whined.

She was staring around, light-headed and confused.

Slowly, she pulled the stick out of her pussy, and felt revolted when she looked at it.

Erin tossed the stick aside. She groaned.

She tried to get to her feet and staggered about.

Erin saw it was morning, and luckily for her, no one saw her disgrace.

An intrusive thought came to her. "Rent out more erotic movies."

Erin grinned mischievously. "I must rent other erotic films."

Erin headed back into her house -- to take a hot shower, and get ready for work.

The End