Suced Into a Video Game - Level 01

Phoebe was a self-proclaimed sex maniac....but she barely ever had sex. Her fantasies and kinks were just too wild, and most men were just too boring. Vanilla. Not that there's anything wrong with boring and vanilla, but it just wasn't her cup of tea. She preferred exciting, humiliating, spicy! Since she couldn't find the right partners to play out her fantasies, she resorted to playing a wild amount of online rpg sex games. Bondage, furry, forced orgasms, MONSTERS (ohhh she loved monsters), gay, straight, machines, robots, aliens, BDSM, spanking, toys, the list goes on! There was every kind of game out there if you searched hard enough. Plus, she played them on an old computer with none of her real information on it, so she wasn't really worried about viruses.

One chilly October evening, Phoebe was playing one of her favorite fantasy sex games: this one had it all and lots of levels to play full of different kinks, so she could start it up and get off multiple times while she played. That's exactly what she did this night, masturbating until she fell asleep, game still paused on her screen, fingers still on the space bar. As she was drifting off, no doubt into a juicy sex dream, she felt a jolt of electricity sting the fingers left on her open laptop. She bolted up in bed, grabbing her hand to her chest only to realize.. she wasn't in her bed at all.

Where was she? She looked around, seeing nothing but thick grass and a tall, thick hedge of some kind surrounding her. The blue sky shone above her but the hedges seemed impossibly tall, there was no way she could climb over or push her way through. In the corner she saw what looked like a break in the hedge. Oh well, she thought, guess I'll see where this takes me. She stood up only to realize, she wasn't even in her own clothes. She looked down at herself - her small boobs were encased in a tiny white tank top held up with straps so thin she thought they looked like dental floss. The shirt, if you could call it that, stopped right under her bellybutton. She was also wearing tiny, pale-pink shorts made of an incredibly thin, soft material.

They started a few inches down from her bellybutton, showing off her rounded belly and voluptuous hips, stopping at the top of her thighs, displaying the bottom of her ass cheeks and giving her quite a camel toe that wouldn't abate with any amount of adjusting. Her feet were encased in knee-high, hot-pink socks and no shoes. This is so weird, she thought to herself, I must just be dreaming. She walked over to the break in the hedge she'd spotted before and took a step through, scanning ahead. It just looked like a wide, long corridor of grass with the tall hedge on either side. She continued walking forward but the hallway seemed never-ending. She walked for what felt like close to half an hour without hearing or seeing a thing. What a strange dream, she thought to herself, disappointed it wasn't as sexy as her usual dreams.

Suddenly, she felt something grasp her ankle and pull hard. She was flung onto her stomach, knocking the wind out of her so she was left sputtering and sore on the hard ground. Okay, so not a dream then, she thought to herself, trying not to panic as the vine that had grabbed her ankle drug her along the grass to one of the hedge-walls. She struggled to get away, kicking out at the vine, trying to crawl away, tearing at the appendage that grasped her so firmly. No matter what she did, it continued dragging her toward the hedge it seemed to come from. More and more vines slithered out of the wall as she got closer.

They grabbed at her, wrapping tightly around her other ankle, above her knees, her wrists, her upper arms, her waist, until she was wrapped so snuggly she couldn't move. Her barely-there-shorts had ridden up as she was dragged so she had a nasty wedgie pulling at her most sensitive bits. Aha! She thought, as she realized she recognized this scene - from the game she was playing before she fell asleep! She was in the beginning of the maze, the very first level. Had that electric shock somehow transported her into the game? She finally made it to the hedge she was pulled upward by her tethers until she was held starfish, spread open, against the wall.

She tried struggling to get free but it was of no use, she discovered. Nothing she could do would free her at this point, she noted. She'd reached the point-of-no-return: if she'd defeated the vines before they got her to the hedge she could've gotten away, but now she was stuck in the scene, so she'd just have to see how this played out. Her shorts were already starting to get soaked in her wetness as she reveled in being bound so well and wondered what was in store for her next, though she had a pretty good idea already.

New vines with large purple flowers started descending on her. They tipped over and poured some kind of oily sap all over Phoebe's body. The sap sunk into her clothes and her skin, coating her from head to toe. It smelled kind of sweet and...salty? Suddenly, her skin started feeling warm and tingly and she tried to squirm to relieve some of what she was feeling, what was building. Soon, she was panting, as well. This sap must be some kind of aphrodisiac, she thought, I don't remember this in the game but I don't mind. She gasped as her body was pulled into the hedge and maneuvered by the vines so her lower half was sticking out, vines holding her knees bent and legs as far apart as they could go. She could see bits and pieces through the branches of the hedge, but she knew that no one could see her face. Not that anyone else was here, it's a single-player game, after all.

So then why was the weird empty corridor suddenly not-so-empty anymore? She watched as more and more creatures walked up to where she was held fast sticking out of the hedge. For some reason she couldn't see their faces or forms, but not all of them appeared humanoid to her. Before she knew it, a crowd had formed around her. Her cheeks blazed and she struggled as hard as she could, but she was held tight, there was nothing she could do to get away. She smiled slowly to herself, her embarrassment and humiliation at these strangers staring at her lewd display turning her on like never before. She felt her juices drip out of her too-tight shorts and knew there was a large wet spot in those thin shorts - hell, they might be transparent at this point.

Everyone could be looking at her vagina clear as day. The thought had her shivering and even more of her juices fell. She heard laughter from the crowd and some jeering. If she could have, she would have jumped 6 feet in the air when she felt a vine slick down her wet slit, ever so lightly. With her legs splayed as widely as they were, she was exposed and vulnerable to whatever they wanted to do to her. She moaned loudly and whimpered as the vine stroked lightly up and down, up and down from her clit to her taint. She could see and feel the crowd inch closer and closer, trying to get a good look at her display. She heard a flurry of shouts from the crowd, and to her horror (and immense horny joy), the plant listened.

"Spread her open!" someone shouted in a rough voice. Immediately, sucking vines snuck under her minuscule shorts, now molded to her body with the sap, and attached themselves to her labia, pulling her apart. The flower vines hovered over her once more and sap poured onto her now exposed pussy covered only by that scrap of her shorts.

"Rim her!" shouted a feminine voice followed by a peal of jingly laughter. Phoebe felt the vines holding her knees apart begin to lift so her butt is sticking out as much as the rest of her. Her legs are held far apart in the air and two large vines spread her butt cheeks wide open, exposing her intimately once again. Yet another vine began poking, prodding, and rubbing light circles through her shorts directly over her asshole, continuously producing more sap and lighting her on fire. She groaned loudly at the teasing and embarrassing position. She was in heaven.

"Suck her clit! Bring out that sensitive little nub!" She balked at that, she'd always had what she referred to as an "innie" - it just never came out to play, so to speak. She'd always envied girls with cute clitties that poked right out, ripe for the teasing. She felt a small vine press down right over her clit and pull upwards, pulling away her hood to fully expose her most sensitive area. She panted hard in fear and exhilaration - could the vines really bring out her small clit? A small sucking vine with what must be spongy little nubs inside attached to her clit and began sucking, ever so lightly stroking her exposed clit with the little filaments. She couldn't stop her moans and curses as the vine worked on her. The vine on her asshole continued its light torture, flicking back and forth, harder, then softer. She wanted to move but she couldn't, held at the mercy of these vines and the crowd watching her come undone at their command.

"Spank her!" she heard distantly in her orgasm-driven oblivion. She felt the slap of a flattened vine, larger than the rest, almost like a paddle or crop, on her left butt cheek, close to her thigh. She yelped loudly, surprised and oh-my-god, so turned on. "Yes! Public punishment for the little slut!" someone shouted, the crowd laughing in an uproar. For hours, or perhaps minutes, the slaps continued all across her backside, even in the crack of her butt still held open by the vines. Slap, slap, slap they went, sending electric pulses of bliss through Phoebe. The vines on her anus and clit remained the entire time, driving her insane with their light touches and teasing.

Just when she thought she could take no more, she heard "Turn it up a notch - spank her pussy and her butthole!" She gasped in surprise and delight. The flattened vines used to spank her bottom became thinner and smaller. The vines caressing her most intimate areas pulled away, but the vines pulling her wide open, exposing her completely beneath her now-molded to her form- shorts, remained. She heard the slap before she felt it burn across the entire length of her pussy and screamed. The crowd started hooting and hollering, some reaching into their own pants or their partners, too turned on to help themselves. The spanking continued: 10 smacks on her pussy, 15 on the sensitive area connecting her anus to her vagina, 20 right on her clenching hole, and finally, 25 on her trembling, swollen clit. On the last hit of her clit, a bumpy vine pushed under her shorts and into her ass, plunging shallow at first, but fast. She came on a silent scream, back bowed as much as she could with the vines still holding her fast. She squirted all over the closest onlookers, earning loud squeals and a final, stinging slap across the pussy.

She was panting, satisfied and glad her ordeal was finally over when she felt a familiar sensation: the vine was still in her ass and had begun slowly moving in and out, in and out. Oh fuck - it's not over.

As the vine pumped her ass, the vines holding her pussy open and clit exposed somehow pulled even tighter. Her once-hidden clit proudly on display. She watched as a vine approached her with small, soft looking... flowers? They almost looked like brushes, the kind use for calligraphy. The vine multiplied into four and descended on her. Two began brushing her clit with the flowers, maddeningly softly on her overly-sensitive organ, teasing and tickling. One began tracing her tightly exposed pussy and opening, mad little circles making her cry out. The last began brushing her taint with the little brush-flower back and forth, circling, poking, flicking. She began begging for another orgasm, knowing she'd go mad if this continued. But continue it did. The crowd grew and grew, she heard bets being placed and felt the occasional sting of a vine snapped by a crowd member against her thighs and ass. The brushes continued their slow, soft teasing and the vine in her ass began fucking her mercilessly, excreting the sap and keeping her supple and hot.

At last, after what felt like endless hours of pure teasing torture, she came. The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, the vines never stopping her torment and extending her orgasm longer than she'd ever felt before. She came so hard she passed out - legs stiff, body frozen, lungs burning on her long scream - onlookers later reported she squirted at least 10 feet! It was a record!

When she woke up she was slick with oil and pleasantly sore, laying beside a great hedge blooming enormous pink flowers, not a vine in sight. She wondered if she *had* only been dreaming as there was no trace of anyone in the maze. She looked down at her body and noticed her clit was swollen at least four times its normal size and still trembling. She reached back and felt her asshole was soft and stretchy still. Well-used. So not a dream then, she thought for the second time. At least she knew what she was doing, she'd played this game so many times she had it memorized. Sure, a lot of what happened with the vines she didn't recognize from the game, but she was sure it was just some extra exposition that the pixels on the screen couldn't translate directly on her old computer. Everything else looked the same. All she had to do was get to the end of the game, then she'd be free, right? And have *a lot* of fun on the way.

She sighed, stood, and continued walking onwards, wondering what other surprised were headed her way.