Tiffanys Last Hike

WARNING: The following story contains non-consensual scenarios and is intended for adults only. All real world bondage should ALWAYS be consensual and done in a safe way. If you ever find yourself tempted to do something non-consensual PLEASE get yourself mental help. Do not attempt to replicate any aspect of this story as the bondage is not safe. Some readers may find some elements of this story offensive, reader discretion is advised.

Tiffany was a 23 year old recent college graduate. She absolutely loved the outdoors whether it be hiking, camping, rock climbing or whatever activity could get her outside and in the woods. It was her passion, in fact she had recently broken off a fairly long term college relationship because her now ex just never really could properly embrace her passion for the outdoors. She wasn't too concerned though, while not arrogant, Tiffany felt she would not have much trouble finding a new boyfriend. A 5'4" redhead with a well toned body, piercing green eyes, and not exactly ungifted in the chest area she knew she would be fine in that regard.

But that was a problem for later, for now Tiffany was enjoying her graduation gift from her parents, who knowing her passion, gave her a generous cash gift to go have a cross country hurrah exploring nature, so Tiffany for the last few weeks had been exploring the country, going for hikes and camping. Today she was going for a leisurely hike in an isolated state park in Montana. She was going to alert her parents about her plans for the day, but by the time she remembered to give them a call she was in a signal dead zone. She wasn't too concerned though, her parents knew the sort of places she was going weren't always phone call friendly and isolated forests were not exactly high crime areas.

Tiffany got her gear together in the parking lot which was abandoned other than her car, which was perfectly fine by her. Due to the chill she went ahead and grabbed her hot pink puffer jacket and zipped it up, admiring herself for a second in the car mirror. Her outfit today was rather complementary to her busty and athletic form. She quickly tied her red hair into a braid and grabbed her backpack to begin her walk into the woods. She walked along for a while with nothing but the sounds of the wind in the trees and the occasional bird to interrupt the peaceful silence. After walking for about an hour she decided to take a little break, she took off her backpack and got a little drink of water.

As she was drinking she noticed a strange looking tree a little off the path. She set her water bottle down and walked over to take a look at it. The tree was dark and gnarled looking, Tiffany felt an unease with this tree that she couldn't quite explain. It didn't help that despite being very knowledgeable about plants and animals she just didn't recognize this particular specimen. As she examined the tree she let out a gasp, part way up the trunk was what looked to be a human face, contorted into a horrifying grimace.

Tiffany was now fairly terrified. She turned around to walk away from the tree, she was sure the face was just a trick of the light but she still felt a horrible unease around this tree and she just wanted to get back to her hike. Suddenly though she felt herself trip to the ground. She yelped in pain, and turned to see what she tripped on. On examination she noticed something wrapped around her leg. Silently cursing she assumed some jerk of a hunter for their hunting trap she bent over to untangle herself. As she looked closer she was a bit surprised, instead of a rope as she expected a hunter to use, it was a thin green vine.

"Must be a very fresh trap for the vine to be so green still"

She thought to herself, even stranger though as she looked further was there was no knot to be seen.

"What the hell?"

Tiffany said with confusion, how could a trap work without a knot? Suddenly the thin green binding began to coil up her leg. Tiffany screamed in surprise and tried to jerk herself away from the strange binding. As she tugged away she then noticed with a fright that a different vine was now wrapped around her other leg. In a straight panic now, she reached down to untwine the vines by hand, but before her hands could even reach her legs, two more vines shot out of the ground and coiled around her arms then pulled them to her sides, she was then roughly pulled to the ground. The vines around her arm tightened up considerably, compressing her puffy jacket sleeves and leaving her laying in her back. She tried to squirm but the plant kept her firmly pinned to the ground.

With its victim positioned and secured the plant set about restraining her even more thoroughly. The vines pulled her legs together and began to work on binding them tightly. The two vines began intertwining around her, making a dense criss cross pattern across her tight hiking pants. Tiffany was hysterically screaming for help at this point, but the abandoned privacy she so loved an hour ago was now sealing her fate. As the leg vines slowly but surely ensnared her legs one of the vines holding her wrists began to wrap itself around her stomach across to her other arm, essentially pinning her arms to her side in a tight bear hug.

The point of this repositioning became obvious as the leg vines had now reached her hands and were beginning the process of essentially mummifying her upper body in a series of intertwining vines to match her now thoroughly wrapped lower body. As she watched the vines slowly march up her torso and compress her pink jacket Tiffany began to sob uncontrollably, understandably terrified. The vines continued to mummify her tightly until they reached her shoulders at which point they stopped. She looked down at her wrapped form, she could see little bits up her hot pink jacket bulging out from between the wrappings, wrappings which were so tight that her feminine form was still easily seen.

Suddenly a new vine came out of the ground near her feet. This vine was much thicker than the vines wrapping her in helpless bondage, it began to crawl up her body like a snake, eventually as it crossed her breasts the top of it began to rise into the air before suddenly shoving itself into her screaming mouth.

"Mmmmmpppphhh!!!"

Her screams for help are hopelessly muffled by the thick vine turned gag. The end of it began to expand her mouth, essentially acting as a thick stuffing and silencing her further.

Tiffany could feel something moving underneath her, when she looked down suddenly large leaves began to appear and began wrapping around her body tightly. Fairly quickly the leaves had her mummified in a layer of inter-wrapping leaves which were quickly followed by yet another layer and another layer after that. With her body tightly secured more leaves appeared, Tiffany's piercing eyes went wide in terror and filled with tears as she realized these leaves were positioning themselves over her face. She bucked and screamed but there was no hope of escape as her face was wrapped. More layers of leaves soon followed, steadily putting Tiffany in total darkness. Tiffany was now in numerous layers of wrapping, but they were all so tight that looking from the outside you could still tell it was a poor woman wrapped up inside.

Tiffany now felt herself being roughly tugged, she didn't realize it, but she was now being tugged underground to be buried alive by the plant. Unfortunately for Tiffany though death was not coming for her any time soon. The thick vine gagged her also functioned as life support, it would give her air and nourishment and in exchange she would unwillingly give the plant chemical compounds it couldn't give itself. The face she saw in the tree wasn't a trick of the light, it was the tree's very first victim, a victim which lived miserable decades as living fertilizer for the plant, a role Tiffany now unfortunately would get to fulfill in uncomfortable tight darkness underground. The tree had never been identified by science because no one ever escaped its grasp.

In the meanwhile Tiffany, the poor girl who loved nature, would now permanently be a miserable part of it. As she squirmed and screamed underground, very fine roots of the plant adjusted the ground, ensuring by the time anyone found her car and backpack they would never find her. Leaving her a prisoner of the tree forever...