Author's note. Back with another updater, sorry for taking so long. I'd like to thank those who gave me suggestions, they helped a lot.
Suggestions are welcome.
Remember, this chapter contains mature content with bondage, brief spanking and vine sex.
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Hermione weakly moaned as she was carried towards the house. Thanks to that drug Mannings had given her, she was limp, utterly helpless but still conscious. Her body felt very tingly thanks to the pleasuring that vine plant had given her.
She sighed slightly, she'd rather be back in Candy's embrace than in the clutches of Mannings. At least she was safe there and could have some fun at the same time.
"Home sweet home," her captor now said, breaking her out of her revelry.
She saw they were standing on a stone step, she hadn't really been paying attention to where they were. She felt him shift his grip on her slightly as he opened the heavy door but she was still too weak to take advantage of it.
However, bit by bit, her strength was returning. Maybe, with a bit of luck, she could fight back if he left her untied long enough. She'd just have to fake weakness which she was fairly confident she could do.
Warm air rolled over her shivering body as she was taken inside, and the door shut. Mannings didn't stop but kept on carrying her out of the hallway and into a room. There, he laid her down on a rather fluffy white carpet.
She was on her front, so he carefully moved her head so that it was resting on its side, meaning she could breathe easily. The soft material felt wonderful against her body but he surely wasn't going to leave her here like this?
"Hmm, now don't you look so at home?" he now chuckled, admiring the helpless girl on his carpet as ideas run through his head.
The thing about Jacob Mannings was that he was always one to take advantage of any situation that came his way. He knew perfectly who this was, who in the Magical World didn't? The best friend to Harry Potter and one of the hero's of the War who now worked in Magical Law Enforcement.
He knew several things about her, as reported by the papers, such as she was extraordinarily knowledgeable for being a Muggle Born. Blood purity had never interested him, heck he was a Half Blood and had still kept ties to the Muggle World. In fact, several of his business deals involved the Muggle Criminal Underworld, though he was careful never to let the two mix.
Only an idiot would try to sell magical artefacts to a Muggle, he'd have the Aurors on him if he did that. So he didn't despise his captive for her blood, merely the fact she was trying to ruin him.
But now she was his prisoner and probably wouldn't be missed for a few hours yet, he could take advantage of this fact.
"Don't worry," he now said, in a mocking tone of comfort.
"I'm not going to kill you or even hurt you much."
That would be plain suicide considering her confections. Plus, he just wasn't that kind of criminal, he did have standards.
Hermione was her part was relived but was still too drugged up to give him any reaction. She just lay there, weak as a newborn. He chuckled again before saying.
"However, I'm not just going to let you go, you wanted to put me out of business? Now you'll help me make more money."
"Make more money? What does he mean by that?" Hermione wondered as he now brought out his wand.
He flicked his wand, muttering a spell she couldn't quite make out.
Strips of material seemed to shoot out of his wand before shooting to her body. In a moment, her hands were bound behind her back while her ankles were also tied together. A large wad of cloth forced its way into her mouth and another then tied around her head, gagging her.
"Mmm, mft," she mumbled, unable to make a proper sound.
But Mannings wasn't done yet as with another flick of his wand her knees were bent forcing her bound feet up her back. More cloth appeared and secured her feet to her wrists, effectively hog tying her.
"There, let's see you free yourself from that," he said nastily as she struggled vainly, her strength returning now.
He was right, she could barely move, just twitch and mumble. He left her there, still chuckling and looking extremely pleased with himself. She tried wriggling but it really was no use.
The fluffy carpet didn't help, it just helped to wedge her to the spot. She briefly wondered why he didn't just use a Body Bind spell but figured this way was more humiliating. Since there was nothing to be done, she closed her eyes and did her best to relax.
This wasn't easy with her limbs forced into this unnatural position but she tried. Though she could understand the appeal of being tied up like with Candy, she couldn't for the life of her figure out why anyone would want to be tied like this? It was just so uncomfortable and utterly vulnerable.
She didn't know how long she lay there but eventually Mannings returned.
"Sorry for taking so long, I had to gather a few things together," he said with a grin as she looked up at him.
Her eyes widened as she saw he was holding a camera. So that's what he meant when he said he would make some money, he was going to take pictures of her, helplessly tied. And she was right, as he started snapping pictures as she jerked and squirmed on the spot.
"Perfect," he sneered when he was finally done.
The best thing about this, he thought, was that he could sell these pictures to both Wizards and Muggles. This girl was a well known Witch so it would appeal to dirty Wizards but non magical meaning he could also display it for similarly minded Muggle men.
"Now, for the main attraction,"
He bent down and lifted the helpless girl into his arms. With the way she was tied, it was a bit awkward but he managed. He took her down a flight of stairs, into the basement of this old house. But unlike most cellars, this one was warm and even a tiny bit steamy.
That was because he kept some very special things down here.
Hermione was surprised by how warm it was down here, she was expecting damp coldness. There was damp in the air but it was born from humidity. And she soon saw why.
There, set against the opposite wall, was a flowerbed, teeming with quivering vine plants, all in different stages of growth. She even noticed some had delicate little flowers, no doubt for pollinating.
"Hey there girls," Mannings called out as he reached the bottom of the stairs and the plants shivered in answer.
He plopped Hermione down onto a bench before untying the bounds that held her wrists and feet together. With a sigh of relief, she uncurled herself, her leg muscles had started to burn. She watched as Mannings carefully tended to his crop of Cacodemon Vine plants with fertiliser and water.
Once he was done with that, he started setting up some pieces of equipment around the flowerbed and she realised with a jolt that they were cameras, including a video one. He was going to take pictures and film her being molested by those vines.
She felt a strange mixture of anger, indignation and...excitement. The first two were for what he was planning but the third was because she knew she'd be back in the plant's grip once again. However, she still didn't like the idea of being used for the entertainment of pathetic men who liked to look at this sort of thing.
"There we go," Mannings said as he finished up. "You liked that, my beauties didn't you?"
The plants swayed and shivered in response. Mannings now pointed at Hermione.
"I've got a little treat for you all, a little snooper that Candy caught outside. You'll enjoy having your way with her."
The plants seemed to get excited at his words, they were curling and uncurling with anticipation.
Mannings pointed his wand at Hermione and levitated her over to the flowerbed before dropping her there. With another wave, all his bonds disappeared, leaving her free on the earth. She didn't move, she knew that she would be grabbed when she did and she didn't want to give Mannings the satisfaction.
"Not cooperating?" Mannings chuckled before waving his wand and casting a tickling charm on her.
This caused her to burst out giggling and squirming. And of course, this activated the plant. Vines seized her and lifted her into the air, binding and gagging her in place. She struggled as Mannings laughed at the sight of her, a prisoner of plants.
"Hmm, I think I'll call this 'Miss Busybody subdued', what do you think?" Mannings questioned as he clicked his camera while allowing the film to roll.
She merely growled at him, wishing she could curse him. When she got her wand back, that's exactly what she'd do.
"Yes, I think it suits you," he laughed nastily as he took more photos.
He waved his photo and a paddle suddenly appeared and proceeded to smack her bottom. She jerked and snarled as this happened but couldn't stop it. Thankfully, this only happened for a few minutes and then the paddle flew away again.
"Now for the main part," he said softly as he came forward and started stroking the tendrils waving around, and also speaking quietly.
Hermione couldn't hear what he was saying, he was speaking too softly. A couple of tendrils were teasing her bare skin, but apart from that nothing much was happening. Little did she know that was about to change.
Mannings now stood up and took a step back as he said.
"Go to it, girls."
At once, a whole load of tendrils started snaking their way over Hermione's body. Her yelped in surprise at this, what were they doing?
"Holy...," she cried out several tendrils took hold of her panties and started to tug at them.
Some more slithered over her stomach and started pulling at her frilly white bra. The straps on her shoulders were easily pulled down and hung at her forearms. And now the probing tendrils had found the catches to her bra.
"No," she thought seeing Mannings leer.
"I don't want him seeing me like this."
But there was nothing she could do and in another moment, the catches had been freed. She moaned loudly as the bra was pulled, revealing surprisingly large and supple breasts. Her arms were briefly released so that the bra could be totally discarded and then she was quickly tied up again.
"Nice," Mannings purred with approval.
"Damn you," she thought tears of humiliation now appearing at her eyes as beads of sweat ran down her brow.
"Let's see a bit of movement," Mannings commanded and the vines jerked Hermione's body, causing her ample breasts to bounce.
"Oh yeah, the punters will love this," he commented on as she was jiggled some more.
She closed her eyes, wishing this would all end. But of course, this was only the beginning.
"Come on my darlings, get it all off," the now grinning spiv said.
Her panties were tugged at even more, despite her attempts to keep them above her hips. It was no use however, her panties were soon sliding down her legs until they reached her ankles. Her face and most of her body was aflame with embarrassment as her modesty was fully exposed.
"Not bad," Mannings said, sounding impressed. "Not bad at all."
She never went for the full Brazilian but she was still well trimmed. And now it was all on full display for Mannings and who ever watched the film.
She glared angrily at him, her blush getting worse.
"Let's have some fun, shall we?" he smirked and he gestured at the tendrils who obeyed and started caressing her hot and bothered body.
"Mmm, mpth, mrth!" she yelped as her breasts were massaged and tugged.
Her modesty was being teased as well, delicate tendrils were crawling over it and stroking gently. Another fat tendril was making its way up her body, pushing between her breasts to reach her gagged lips.
Her gag was swiped away and she gasped out loud giving the fat vine a chance to plunge into her mouth. She gagged and mumbled against it as it started to thrust in and out of her mouth. Again, a thick salty substance filled her mouth, forcing her to swallow it.
She now felt the cameras gazes on her as her body bucked in response to what was happening to her. She groaned as she realised Mannings and his possible viewers would love her reactions to everything that was happening to her.
And now the tendrils at her entrance were getting more excited, tickling and teasing her like mad. Sweat was now running down her face as she groaned loudly, her body temperature rising steadily.
She felt one enter her properly and start to squirm around inside of her. Her thighs quivered as all her lower muscles tightened up. It swelled within her and started to thrust in and out, just like the other two times.
"Mmrtph!" she screamed as she was roughly entered from behind, meaning all she had three different wings within her.
They all swelled as they plunged deeper into her and thrust at a harder, faster rate. She was now bucking her body back in response, giving muffled cries with each hard thrust. God, she'd never been so stimulated in her life. And it felt so good.
She forgot she was naked, bound and being filmed by a slime ball, all she could concentrate on was what was happening to her at this precise moment.
"Mm, mm, mm, MM!" she cried out as the vines gave extra hard thrusts and pumped into her, making her swallow the load from the first one while the other two shot their load deep within her.
She slumped forward as her body sagged now that she wasn't being thrust into. The tendrils shrunk in size and slipped out of her in a wet mess that left fluids running down her thighs. Her old gag was tightly wrapped around her mouth again and she moaned into it.
She heard some mock clapping as Mannings laughed.
"Well done, great job there, Miss Busybody," he sneered, stepping forward, his camera equipment forgotten.
She was exhausted but still snarled as he seized a limp breast and squeezed.
"You actually looked like you enjoyed that. This is good because it makes for better viewing. You know," he smirked.
"The meddler gets what's coming to her and likes it."
She had no answer to that, she couldn't summon the energy to think of a good retort. She barely paid attention as he started doing whatever around her.
"You know," he said conversationally as he tidied up. "I bet you're the kind of girl who knows a lot of facts. You're probably one of the few people who recognised this plant."
As she limply looked at him, he smirked.
"Well, here's one fact I bet you didn't know. That stuff the plants are producing? It's additive if you have too much of it in one go."
As Hermione's eyes widened in shock and horror, he added.
"You get addicted and you'll belong to me."
And with a cruel laugh, left the bound girl to ponder her possible fate.
To be continued.
Author's note. Can Hermione escape Mannings clutches?