Author's note. Hee, glad people seemed to like the first chapter. Hope you all enjoy this one as well.
It's starts off with a bored Hermione but how does this all end? Read on to find out.
Suggestions are welcome as I'm planning a third chapter. Just tell me what you'd like to see and I'll try and add it. No rape or mutilation though.
And I'm not planning on adding any new damsels in distress, so please no Cho, Luna, Ginny, etc suggestions please.
Enjoy and please review.
Hermione woke slowly, idly wondering why her skin felt cold. Had Ron stolen the covers again?
But then with a jolt, she remembered all that had happened and her eyes flew open.
Yep, she was still bound securely within theCacodemon Vine plant, and of course, still half naked. As she wriggled slightly, trying to get the feeling back into her stiff limbs, the plant came to life. It allowed her to wriggle but pushed the gag back between her lips again.
It seemed while she had been sleeping, the gag had slipped away so that she could easily breathe. But now it was firmly back in place, meaning she could only make muffled sounds.
She glanced up at the sky, it was still pretty dark. She figured she'd only been asleep two hours at the most, an hour at the least. She sighed, she probably still had a long wait until she was freed.
Still, this was probably the least frightening time she'd ever been captured, if the most unusual. And she couldn't deny she'd actually had some fun.
She let out a small giggle at the thought of what the plant had done to her, it still sent shivers down her back. It had been so new, so exciting and she hadn't even been that scared, just surprised.
Her experience wasn't big, she'd only had one lover, her beloved Ron. She'd had her first kiss when she was fifteen with an older boy but that had been all. She'd been too young then for anything else.
As for the next four years at school, after she'd turned sixteen, well, sex was the last thing on her mind. High Inquisitors, Voldemort, Death Eaters and other such things tended to be foremost in your mind. As for her last year, even if she had really been on a normal camping trip, she wouldn't have really done much with Ron other than kiss him. It would have been too awkward and unfair for Harry.
But now that the War was over and Ron finally worked up the nerve to tell her how he felt, she'd been in a steady, enjoyable relationship.
She wasn't bored, she had a great sex life, her fiancé knew how to please her. It was just now she was wondering whether now would be a good time for them both to try something new, together. She could play the damsel in distress and he could be either her rescuer or captor.
Either way, it sent a thrill down her spine at the very thought of what the two of them could get up to.
"Mmm," she moaned, wishing she could feel that satisfaction right now.
But glancing down at the innocently swaying tendrils, she thought, why not? She'd had such a good time earlier, and there was no reason she couldn't again. After all, this plant was used in bondage which could involve several sessions.
But how to get it going, that was the thing?
She thought back to when she'd first been caught. She'd been thinking about what it would be like for Ron to catch her like this and had blushed furiously.
"Wait," she thought, her eyes widening. "That must be it, body temperature. When I'm feeling...amorous, my body temperature goes up and that causes the plant to start making its moves."
So she started to picture Ron, when he was getting out of a shower that always made her feel hot. The way the water gleamed on his now pretty toned body, and then slid all the way down to his crotch. She giggled, her man was satisfyingly well endowed.
It seemed to be working, the tendrils were starting to twitch even more but were merely lightly brushing against her at the moment. She needed to work them up more.
So now, she started remembering the feel of the plant inside her, how it had excited her. A blush appeared on her face and started to burn as she heated up. She added a few moans and whimpers for good measure.
"Yes," she thought in triumph as the tendrils started exploring her body.
"Mth, mmmth," she mumbled with excitement as her bra straps were teased.
She wriggled as a tendril slipped into her bra and started tickling her breast. Yes, this was exactly what she wanted.
She was almost hoped it would take her bra off and then she could see what it was doing to her. That would really arouse her, she knew. However, common sense dictated that she really didn't want Mannings to see her naked breasts so she quashed this thought quickly before the plant read her mind.
It didn't matter, the plant was now massaging her breasts, making her whimper with pleasure. She only moaned louder when her nipples with squeezed and rolled between the tendrils.
"Is it going to enter me again?" she wondered as other vines continued exploring her body.
But then she suddenly gasped as one vine started slithering down the centre of her back, right along her spine. This made her shiver as wonderful sensations followed and she moaned her appreciation.
But then it continued on down and slipped into the back of her panties. Her eyes bulged in shock as she felt it between her cheeks.
"Oh my..., is it going to enter me from behind?"
This thought both thrilled and terrified her at the same time.
"Oh, oh, oh," she mentally moaned as she bit down hard on her gag.
But no, it's didn't enter her, at least not there. It simply continued on its way until it was now in the front of her panties. She now a vine like crotch rope in her panties which was making her very hot.
So hot in fact, she was starting to get wet and very aroused. And things only got worse when the vine started moving back and forth, rubbing her in a way that made her yelp with gratification.
"Hmmm," she groaned, closing her eyes as the tendrils did their work.
Her hips were starting to move in rhythm to the rubbing vine, doubling the sensations she was experiencing. She was becoming even wetter and she wasn't even close to coming yet. She wanted to feel it inside her again, she needed to feel it inside her again.
"Mrth, mmpth," she gulped, wriggling to try and convey her want.
And to her delight, it obliged, with the tendril end gently teasing her front entrance. She wriggled her bum, trying to get it to go in deeper. And slowly, teasingly, it started to do just that. Moaning with delight, she giggled behind her gag as it went in slightly deeper.
"Oh, this is heaven," she thought, slightly giddily.
But the naughty plant had something else in mind for its captive. As she was pleasure down below, a strangely bulbous vine started creeping up her chest. It was only when it reached her face did she suddenly notice it.
"What?" she couldn't help but say in surprise as it hovered there.
But was surprised her more, was that as she formed these muffled words, her gag suddenly whipped away, leaving her with a wide open mouth.
A wide open mouth the tuber like vine plunged into, gagging her up again but in a different way. She gagged slightly as he nearly touched her throat but it stopped just short of that.
"Mmm?" she mumbled, mouth full of vine.
She was so shocked, she forgot what was going on below.
It tasted strange, a sort of salty flavour. Actually, it seemed to be secreting a funny substance where most of the taste was coming from. It filled her mouth, meaning she had to swallow it down.
But as she did this, it pulsed and thrust slightly into her mouth. Now she realised what it was and what she was expected to do. And so she started to carefully suck the vine, causing it to shudder and pump a bit more into her mouth.
"I didn't know it could do this," she thought as she continued.
Her reward was for the lower tendril to go deeper into her as it started to swell once again.
She moaned with delight, sucking and swallowing eagerly. In return, the two vines thrust harder into her. She was becoming wetter and wetter, in fact, she could swear stuff was running down her thighs now.
The first vines swelled large and larger within her, stretching her wide. She moaned as he plunged deeper into her, her knees straining against the binds around her. And they loosened so that she could buck harder.
"Mpth, mpth, mpth, MPTTTHHhhhh," she moaned against her thrusting gag.
When she came, it was even harder and longer than last time, leaving her whole body trembling. Her panties were officially soaked through.
"Mmth," she mumbled as the vine slipped out of her and exited from the back of her panties. It then trailed up her back before disappearing.
Meanwhile, the one in her mouth had already spewed its contents into her mouth which she just managed to swallow. As it slid out of her mouth, she gasped for air, panting heavily. But of course, this didn't last as her old gag appeared and clamped over her mouth.
She was hanging in the vines, her body hanging forward. She was feeling so satisfied.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"
Her head snapped up as a sneering voice came out of the darkness.
Standing right in front of her, with a wide sneering smile on his face, was Jacob Mannings.
He was a tall man, in his early thirties with light brown hair. Though he was fairly good looking, he didn't stand out and had a rather plain type of face. He was wearing casual clothes, including a pair of jeans and a crumpled shirt.
His hazel eyes were glittering with malice as he looked her up and down.
"Looks like Candy here caught me a little busybody."
"Candy?" she thought with a raised eyebrow.
He chuckled at his expression.
"This is the kind of plant you just have to name and mine just so sweet..."
He reached for a tendril that was sneaking towards him and lightly tickled it. The plant shivered but then gently curled around his fingers, inviting more tickles. He obliged, treating it almost like a pet.
Hermione watched in fascination, she had rarely seen such human/plant interaction before.
Mannings now looked up at her again and his sneer turned into a leer.
"I see candy gave you a real good time there, miss snoopy."
Hermione blushed deeply, almost painfully aware of her wet panties. This was very embarrassing. How she wished she could disaparate but without her wand, she couldn't. Especially as he now plucked it form the ground and placed it in a pocket.
She gave a small moan at this.
With a chuckle, Mannings stepped closer, carefully stroking the tendrils that were rubbing against his arm.
"Ironic, isn't it? It's actually easier to get away from Devil's Snare than this little darling."
Hermione couldn't argue with that, she'd managed to when she was only twelve, not to mention save her two best friends at the same time. Perhaps it was because this plants intentions were harmless, the survival instinct wasn't as high when it came to dealing with it?
Well, whatever the reason, she was stuck and had to wait until she was freed. Either by the plant or by Manning's.
She was idly curious by the way the plant responded to him, almost like a pet. And it wasn't trying to grab and strip him. He saw her look and laughed.
"It does what I tell it, I nurtured it from a plantling and now it's very friendly towards me. While still keeping its distance," he added with an afterthought as a couple of tendrils stroked him before retreating.
"Now, miss snoopy, we'd better get you out of there."
She tensed slightly, not sure what was going to happen. Of course, if she was giving the slightest chance to escape, she'd take it.
Unfortunately, he was too wily not to think about this. With a smile, he took a bottle from a pocket and dribbled a generous amount onto some cloth. Hermione's eyes were wide as he carefully set this aside before he raised his wand.
He cast a very light tickling charm on the Cacodemon Vine which twitched happily before retreating. He was able to step forward with the soaked cloth, reaching for Hermione's face.
She grunted and struggled, even though she knew it was useless. He merely laughed before placing the cloth over her nose.
She tried not to breath the heavy, pungent fumes in but she couldn't help herself. She was forced to take a breath and immediately felt her head swim.
"Mmmth, mmth, mmmmm," she moaned as he kept the cloth there, forcing her to inhale more and more.
As her head continued to swim, her limbs suddenly went completely weak and limp. She couldn't move a muscle, though strangely she didn't fall unconscious. Mannings smiled thinly as her head fell forward and it was only now he took away the cloth.
"There we go," he said with a grin as he started stroking the vine again.
Hermione didn't respond, it was all she could do to concentrate.
He now murmured something to the plant and it started to slowly release her. It let go of her mouth and she was able to take a big gulp of cool, clean air. However, it did nothing to clear her head and she still felt as helpless as a newborn.
As she was released, Mannings took hold of her and lifted her out of the surrounding vines. He then slung her over his shoulder, firmly holding onto her bare legs. Her arms hung limply down his back as he turned and started to move away.
She had no idea what was going to happen now but she was very unhappy at being so helpless. Especially as she couldn't even thank the plant for all the pleasure it had given her.
But as she was taking away, she could have sworn the Cacodemon Vine waved a tendril in farewell. The sight made her mentally giggle, it was some plant, that was for sure.
But now she had a new problem on her hands, what was Mannings going to do with her?
To be continued.
Author's note. What is Mannings going to do to Hermione now that he'd found her. Find out next time, suggestions are welcome. Until then.