Chapter Seven
1.
Juniper's Teak Wood coloured eyes slowly opened, and she groaned hard.
She had no memory of where she was and what she was doing here.
Juniper got to her feet and staggered about, moaning a little.
Her brain was beating like it was bursting.
As she marched, the world twisted and distorted as if they had drugged her.
She staggered, hit the trees, almost fell, and felt light like a feather.
Her sweet feet touched the now wet grassy ground, but her legs were out of control.
It was difficult to explain, but it was as if something was in control.
2.
Juniper arrived in a tranquil area, with a gigantic tree looming tall.
She actually saw the entity entered the tree itself and the limbs writhed.
The roots of the tree burst from the ground, and the tree grew a huge eye.
Juniper's eyes changed permanently into golden green, and she smiled.
Gently, Juniper lay down on the wet grass, and she chewed on her lower lip.
Many tentacle vines snaked their way to her and caressed her body gently.
Juniper closed her eyes. She embraced them. She whimpered hungrily.
The sprawling vines ejaculated and overlaid every inch of juniper with sticky sap.
As the vines slithered away, Juniper caressed her naked body. She groaned gently. She writhed about in pre-ecstasy. She licked the sap from her lips. Juniper even played with her large breasts -- rubbing them coarsely and squeezing them together.
A legion of strawberry-tipped vines arrived at Juniper. They took turns rubbing her luscious lips, and Juniper's tongue greeted each.
Juniper sucked on the strawberry -- as if she were sucking cock -- and it detached from the vine. She licked every inch of the strawberry, crushed it, and swallowed its juices.
It appeased the primary tree: It fed Juniper not two, not three, but four strawberries.
Juniper ate every single one. She licked her wet lips. She purred like a satisfied kitty.
A thick vine wrapped around her right wrist, pinning her arm downward. Then, many small vines tied her right hand, fingers and thumb, and the whole arm -- pinning them.
A thick vine coiled around her left wrist, pinning her arm downward. Then, many small vines tied her left hand, fingers and thumb, and the entire arm -- pinning it.
Juniper had no resistance. She allowed her new master to tie her up.
A thick root unhurriedly, yet gently, coiled around her slender neck, pin her head down, and it even firmly choked Juniper, too. (Again, there was no opposition.)
Many vines wrapped over her eyes, blindfolding her.
However, Juniper was smiling and getting increasingly turned on by it.
Several roots wrap around an ankle each, and they gently pull her legs wide apart. Then, thick roots wound around her shins, firmly, not enough to cut her bloodstream.
Juniper felt many vines caress her naked body, making her whimper in delight.
"Fuck me," she breathed, licking her lips, "Please! Fuck me, my master!"
The root around her neck alternated its grip, massaging her.
The caressing vines rubbed Juniper's slime shoulders, applying gentle pressure.
Juniper grinned. "Yes! Oh, yes, that's the spot... Right there... Don't stop, baby!"
She then shook when she felt a ticklish sensation on the soles of her pretty feet.
Juniper giggled, "No! Please! That tickles! Please, master, have mercy!"
She tried to move her feet to avoid unwanted tickling, but it was not helpful.
The feet-loving vines now picked up the pace and tickled her lovely soles.
Juniper was sweating. She squirmed and writhed in excitement. She giggled, but she wanted to clench her mouth shut. She wouldn't give them what they were looking for.
The sprawling vines that caressed her stomach also gave her a good tickle.
Several tentacle vines tickled her exposed armpits -- not omitting a single inch.
Unable to hold it in any further, Juniper giggled, "No! Stop! Please! Stop...!"
They violated their orders. More tentacle vines tickled her inner thighs. They tickled up and down, all around, not missing a single inch -- driving Juniper into a frenzy.
Tears rolled down Juniper's cheeks as her mouth opened wide, and she giggled.
They tickled her over and over, not pitying the prisoner.
The tentacle vines tickled her armpits mercilessly.
Countless sprawling creepers tickled her broad breasts and pink nipples.
A single tentacle vine tickled Juniper's belly button using its hairy tip.
Many sprawling vines tickled and tickled Juniper on both sides.
Juniper couldn't hold on any more. She looked red on her face and trembled. Her smile looked paralysed. A parade of uncontrollable chuckles escaped from her mouth. She thrashed about, she cried, she wheezed, she giggled, and couldn't beg.
Juniper deafened the grove with her frantic giggling, and her hips bucked.
One tentacle vine tickled every inch of her pussy and focus mainly on her clitoris. It tickled repeatedly -- not missing a single inch of her exposed clitoris.
Juniper jolted. Her hips bucked and quaked. Her tears were on her cheeks like a river. She could feel the legion of hairy vines tickle every inch of her.
A strong tremor shook her body and limbs senselessly. She ceased laughing and was now heaving and moaning provocatively. She let out a mild whine. She gasped hard -- as if she were a deflating balloon. Her body and limbs abated.
The tentacle vines that enjoyed their tickling now slithered away.
Several vines cling to her pretty feet and toes -- with a gentle squeeze. They made sure to carefully massaging her toe joints, her heels, and the balls beneath her toes.
Juniper panted and was in command of her breathing. She had a gentle smile. She whined softly. She absolutely loved having her small feet massaged.
A tongue-vine licked the sap off of her face and entered her mouth like a cock.
The tongue vine left her mouth, moved downwards, and licked in between her tits.
Juniper snorted as her lips curled into a wider smile, and she whimpered.
"Oh, fuck," she groaned. "Yes! Right there! Lick me there, master! Please!"
Two rubber vines moved to Juniper. They moved downwards, closer and closer, until they were touching her ample breasts. Softly, they pressed down on her breasts, rubbing them in a slow clockwise manner, keeping off her nipples.
Juniper grunted and moaned affectionately. The perverted trees were now touching her boobs. It felt so lovely. She'd always fantasised about having her tits played with. She licked her upper lip while delicate groans came out of her lungs. Pleasure enslaved her.
The breast obsessed vines kneaded her breasts, squeezing gently, keeping off her nipples. They moved upwards and downwards, all around, gently pressing them.
Juniper moaned softly. Her body abated. Tears fell upon her pale cheeks. She couldn't get enough of the boob adoration. She loved every second of this. This was heaven for her.
The breast obsessed vines coiled around her breasts, binding them, causing them to bulge out. They alternated between coarsely compressing them, and gently compressing them. They massaged her tits non-stop, massaging at a snail's pace.
Juniper moaned provocatively. She sensed her excitement rising again. She sensed another orgasm accumulating within her. Her body responded by trembling and her hips tried to buck hard. It clouded her head with ecstasy and false promises from her entity master.
Next, orange trumpet vines slithered across the ground, making their way to Juniper. They slid across Juniper's body and went to her plump breasts. They latched onto her turgid nipples. They ascended and descended, and they sucked hard and slowly...
Juniper whined. She adored getting her nipples sucked. Her nostrils flared, and her soft whines rose from her lungs. She whimpered, "Don't stop! Keep going!"
The trumpet vines bopped up and down rhythmically, sucking her swollen teats. They sucked sweet and slow, kneading them and pressing them firmly. The trumpet flowers bopped up and down, sucking her nipples and even milking her. They swallowed her milk and performed so much better than any man made nipple suckers. They slurped, sucked, and swallowed. They couldn't stop milking her, provoking a tsunami of excitement.
Juniper's body shuddered hard again as her hips bucked and quaked. She had another orgasm -- which softened her whines. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and she was gasping loudly and wailing. The trembling of her body expanded to her limbs.
"Fuck," she whined, her breath quivering with lust, "Oh, baby! Oh, shit! Fuck yes! Have your way with me... Fuck me... Fuck me good... I want it... I want it badly!"
Suddenly, Juniper shook when she felt a vine go in her ass and squirt its sap.
