Miranda And The Vine

Author's warning

Stop! Turn back! This tale is dark and strange,

This world is warped, where truth distorts-- the author's quite deranged.

The words will haunt your waking thought, the night will bear their weight,

This is no tale for gentle hearts--its end will seal your fate.

Stop! Beware!

Do not tread this winding way!

Beyond these lines, a horror grows--

Turn back! Or you'll dismay.

Halt! Listen Reader! This story's like a curse,

The tale ahead is twisted, sick-- it only grows perverse.

Miranda's forced to fuck the vine, it rapes her every hole,

For goodness sake, please read the tags, or you might lose your soul.

Stop! Please Stop!

Let reason guide your mind!

There's nothing good, no hope, no light--

Just leave this tale behind.

Reader! Mortal Reader! Why do you linger still?

This tale is steeped in bitter dread, no comfort, only chill.

I've warned you once, I've warned you twice, now heed my final plea--

There's still a chance, a slender thread, to let this darkness be.

Go back! Go back!

I'll warn you one last time

Do not read another line

Of Miranda and the Vine.

Miranda

Matthias and I are travelling together to the next town over to be married. It's just he and I, a test of our discipline to wait until our marriage night to consummate our relationship for the first time, as is the tradition of our people. The journey should take three days. Today, day two, we find ourselves tempted by a shortcut.

Our path winds around a small hill, but there is a river at the foot of the hill and the path takes us well out of our way to get to a crossing. It seems much quicker to go over the hill.

"But we were warned not to wander off the path," I remind him.

"But there is no one here to see."

"I don't think that was part of the test, just travel advice."

"There's no dense woodlands on the hill, let's give it a go, if we lose sight of the path, we'll come down."

Vine

In my cave, so deep and old, where shadows shift I dwell. In the the dark I wait, I wind; a darksome force, a creeping vine. The earth is cool. The air is still. My cave's entrance hidden by a hill. Around the hill a path does wind, where humans are warned to follow around.

But humans can be tempted.

In silence I wait for those who stray, for those who wander, those who dare to take the way less travelled. When they do, I reach my tendrils far and long. I sing a soft and silent song. A noiseless song that lures the wandering mind, to lose the path, to seek and find.

I whisper like honey, calling lost souls from afar, to take the shortcut, to enter my lair.

Today, a pair of lovers have come. They've walked the path, hand in hand, on the way to the abbey for their pairing. Three days hence they plan to wed and vow. But I have other plans for them now.

The sun is low, and the evening neigh as I call them forward with my silent song. With tendrils like silver, I weave my spell. I dance my dance of enchantment. I promise to tell of wonders within and mysteries untold.

I hide the truth; the truth is cold.

-Come hither, dear mortals, taste secrets I hold,

In this haven of marvels, stories unfold,

A glimpse of the forbidden, a touch of the wild,

Just step into darkness, in my grip be beguiled.-

Miranda

We stand at the foot of the hill. Matthias puts a foot off the path and squeezes my hand.

"Come, my dear, no one is near. Nightfall is not far off. If we hurry, we can make it to that rock before nightfall. It would make a nice camp." Matthias points to a rock jutting out of the side of the hill. The ground around is flat, and a beautiful tree shades the spot. It does look nice.

I smile back at him and follow him off the path.

Vine

And so the mortals stray from the well-worn track not knowing they will not turn back. As they approach my silent voice is sweet. My music lures them; a dance of deceit.

-See the treasures I've gathered, the dreams I bestow.

Just a step closer, and all you will know.-

Miranda

We start to climb the hill. It's a little steep and I begin working up a bit of a sweat. The night must be coming in more quickly than I think because a soft breeze chills my skin and I feel much colder than I had minutes ago. But it hasn't gotten much darker. Gooseflesh prickles my arms, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

"Matthias, I'm not sure. Something feels... wrong," I say.

"It's not as late as I thought, there's still plenty of daylight and we're halfway to the rock," Matthias answers. But his voice wavers, like he too is uncertain.

Vine

I smell their presence as they near. Their scent of life, I taste their fear.

Yes, fear.

For all who enter my domain must play my game, must share my pain. Through a sense almost lost the humans can nearly see the danger ahead.

Matthias, love, this place feels wrong," says Miranda, so sweet, with golden hair. "The air is cold, the day too long." She shivers in the gathering dusk as shadows creep and crawl.

"Do not fear," Matthias gently speaks. Yet in his heart, a dread is stirring. For he too senses the chilling breath of something close, of lurking death.

So I weave my web of tendrils tight. I sing my song to steal their sight. To encourage them to continue in the growing gloom and remain unaware of their impending doom.

-Come closer, dear mortals, to secrets concealed.

In my cavern of wonders, your fate is revealed.

Knowledge of the unknown, a taste of desire.

Just step into darkness, your soul I require.-

Closer and closer the mortals do come. Stronger and stronger I sing my song. Sooner and sooner 'til they meet their fate. There's no turning back, it's now far too late.

Miranda

Though we paused, uncertain, halfway to the rock, we continued our journey.

Now we've reached the rock, and are inspecting the area for a possible campsite. The climb was steeper than I thought it would be and I'm tired and thirsty.

"I'm parched," Matthias says, "But look, there is a spring, up higher. Let us climb a little further."

"I don't know..." It's not dark yet. We've come all this way, but can we consider going back down to the path?

Vine

As they come nearer, stronger I sing, my melody weaving a perilous ring.

-See the treasures I offer, the dreams I provide,

Take a step closer, with me, forever abide.-

Miranda

My throat feels dry, and so we are pulled to climb further to quench our thirst and refill our water bottles from the fresh spring higher up. It isn't a hard climb and soon we are at the spring, drinking deep. It's a good place to stop, but it's windy here and the chill of the evening is starting to settle in.

A little away there is what looks like a small cave, more of an overhang of rock than a cave, for it doesn't seem more than a few feet deep. It's overgrown with a vine, deep, dark and green, twisting its way around the entrance.

"Why don't we pass the night there?" Matthias asks. The cave does look inviting, so I ignore the gooseflesh which springs over my skin again and follow him in.

Vine

I spread my tendrils soft and slow, around their feet, above, below.

"Yes, let's rest here," Matthias says, "I'm tired and we've walked all day." But little does he understand that here, within, I have command.

Miranda steps inside the cave.

So innocent.

So pure.

So brave.

She looks around, her eyes so wide, and in her heart she feels the tide. The tide of something pulling deep.

A call to stay; a wish to weep.

I wrap them gently, like a kiss. A whisper soft, a breath of bliss.

-Rest a while my little sweets,

And feel the warmth beneath your feet.-

They sit, they sigh, they close their eyes. I begin my woven lies.

-Dream a dream of days long past,

of love that was, that could not last.

Dream dreams with showers of delight,

of passion, joy, of endless night.-

Amongst my vines Miranda stirs, a small frown forming on her brow. Amongst her dreams a shadow creeps. A darkling thought while she sleeps. But though she stirs, she does not wake.

-Ah, Miranda, I've woven dreams so sweet,

that even fear can not compete.-

I do not walk. I do not crawl. I do not walk on feet at all! Perhaps I creep. Perhaps I slither. But in a moment, my vines are with her. And now I take her! Arms, legs, body, I have her.

Now I will see what I have caught.

Slowly I send one of my vines. Gently I snake a tendril out and up her leg I glide towards her most sensitive spot.

She stirs.

I pause.

She does not wake.

I continue.

Her skin is smooth as new growth and I snake along her tender thigh with a touch as soft as a whispered sigh.

Upon her mound, there's a darkened veil of curls that guard the sweetness within. But a veil is no barrier to a vine, all within this cave is mine.

Gently, I part her lips with care and stroke with touch so light, she's unaware.

I've caught a virgin.

In human ways, they wait to breed in bonds they call a vow, and the first act of breeding a sacred part of their wedding night. Catching a virgin is not such a rare delight, but not all virgins have an intact hymen. The human hymen, fragile, often torn, but this one's whole, untouched-- it's mine. Of course, I need not find a virgin pure, any human of breeding age is sure to serve my needs.

But I do so enjoy being the first one to fuck them.

Along my tendril I let my healing serum flow. This will strengthen what lies below the veil of dark curls and between her soft little lips. This healing touch is unable to rebuild a hymen, I've tried, but it can make it thicker, stronger. Make it much, much more pleasurable to break.

I retreat.

I'll fuck her, but not yet.

For now I let them sleep. Unaware of the darkness which creeps and waits for them in shadows so deep.

Miranda

...

"What is... mmm..."

Vine

And when at last they've rested enough, I wrap myself around Miranda. I lift her into the air, spread out like a flower in bloom. Matthias, too I take. I shift my vines upon the floor to bring them down into my lair.

"Come to me, my children dear,

For in the dark, there is no fear.

The world above is cold and bright,

But here below, there's endless night.

Come to me, and feel the earth,

Where life is death, where death is birth.

For in the soil, all secrets hide,

And in the vine, all souls abide."

And now they both begin to stir.

Fighting.

Struggling.

Twisting.

And Writhing.

But hope for them was lost a long while ago and I tighten my hold. My grip like iron. A grip so cold. They try to move, to break my chain, but my grip is firm however they strain. They both struggle hard. They try to break free.

But now their souls belong to me.

Miranda

I wake into a nightmare.

Tight ropes hold me. My arms, my legs, every part of me is held firm by ropes which twist and bind. I struggle this way, I struggle that, but there is no escaping.

"Miranda!" Matthias calls. He is suspended across from me, trapped the same way, as we are pulled down into a cavern in the ground.

The ropes start to move, sliding along my skin, under my clothing.

"Miranda!" Matthias calls again, "We've been caught by a vine!

I know about vines, of course. I've been warned about them my entire life. They are cannibals, we are told, they capture people and devour them. But there are whispers this isn't quite the truth. Rumours of other things, tales told of those who were captured and freed. But such stories are not allowed to be told. Still, they were told under the cover of darkness they were whispered. I was not allowed to listen. Still, I listened.

Before me, Matthias is held up, encircled with vines, twisting and holding him. His clothing falls away and he is naked before me. It's not the first time I've seen Matthias'...

thing

. I've peaked before. So help me God, yes, I've peaked! But the other times it was smaller, softer. Now it is big and hard, curving out from his body like it is seeking me.

This must be my punishment. I've listened when I shouldn't. Looked where I mustn't. I've had improper thoughts and desires and wished all manner of things. And now, captured by a vine, this is my punishment!

Vine

A tendril firm around his nether member, I squeeze and stroke, willing him to surrender to my touch. And though he struggles and tries to remain guarded against me, he grows big and firm and hard. With delight, I taste the flood of hormones which rush through his blood, but far from sating my hunger, it only drives me for more, more, more. Which I'll taste from another.

Miranda.

Miranda, with her golden hair, deserves a little more special care. After all, she will be here in my lair much longer than he. But ah, my little maiden fair, if only you knew what awaited.

Once freed of her coverings, my tendrils seek her lips below, crawling up her thigh with the slow enjoyment of one who knows that time is on their side. She feels my approach, and presses her legs together, attempting to hide her sweet treasure therein, but she cannot. I am vine. All within this cave is mine.

Along my vine, down my tendril, I push a sweet serum. This one brings pleasure. Increases sensation by a measure so great not even the most pure of maidens can retreat from the oncoming waves of rapture. I excrete this where she is most sensitive.

This, I'll enjoy.

Miranda

Quickly my focus is pulled from what the vine is doing to Matthias, to what it's doing to me. It's pushing its way to my secret spot, that part of me that no one has seen. That place I was saving for Matthias.

I try to stop it, but there's no escape. Slowly, but surely, the vine pushes in. It starts to stroke.

"Stop!" I scream.

But it does not stop. It continues to stroke, and my slit begins to grow slick. It's wrong... it's wrong... my nipples are hardening, and Vine draws a gasp from me. It's forbidden for me to be touched there by one other than my husband. Not even I am allowed to pleasure myself. It's wrong. Evil Bad. Have I? So help me God! Yes, I have. Under the sheets in the darkness of night, my hands snaked down and explored. Is this the wickedness I'm now being punished for?

But the touch of the vine is... more... than the touch of my fingers have ever been. More... I don't have the words. But I am more sensitive, and already waves of sensation are pulsing from my sex.

"Stop!" I scream, "Let us go! I beg of you!"

"Ah, little mortal!"

The voice comes from everywhere, and nowhere. I know it belongs to the vine.

"Are you afraid? You might think this a nightmare or a haunting dream,

But you've wandered into a realm of terrors where I reign supreme!

This cave, this realm, this treasure is mine,

you and your pleasure are also mine.

So I'll keep you here. I'll hold you firm and tight.

In pain and pleasure you'll embrace this endless night."

Vine

The taste of her overwhelms me.

Her want.

Her desire.

Her need.

It all becomes mine.

Her slit is slick with nectar, hers and mine. As I touch, slow then quick I can taste the rush of hormones which rise, hear her gasps, hear her groans. My own pleasure builds with every moan.

"Stay with me,"

I murmur, as I feel her pleasure growing strong,

"Forever entwined in my world of wrong."

She struggles again, she tries to fight. But resistance is like holding back the coming night. She's close, so close, so close. Soon she won't resist as the wave of pleasure will roll over her, and in the moment I will have her soul.

I wrap a vine around her throat. Squeezing, squeezing, not too much, ah yes! Just right. I'll fuck her little pussy, and I'll fuck her little arse. I'll fuck her little tender throat that's held within my grasp. I'll fuck her body through and through, and then I'll fuck her more.

I'll fuck her...

Now

Miranda

I can resist no longer. The sensation is to much. My climax rushes over me, soaring through my blood and touching every inch of me. There is but a moment of unbridled bliss.

And then there is pain.

For the vine was at the entrance to my secret spot which has never been entered, not even by my own wandering fingers. Suddenly hard and firm it pushed. A moment of resistance, and then my maidenhood was torn right at the moment of my climax.

I scream.

I'm fuller than I have been ever before. The firm vine moves in and out while my body shakes from the pleasure, but also from the pain.

I start to come down from my climax and, gasping, become more cognitive of the world around me. Matthias is still across from me, I see the vine has enclosed his manhood with what looks like a flower growing from the tip of one of the tendrils. The vine is suckling it, putting Matthias through the same sort of horror as I.

Then I feel something new.

Something prodding at my behind.

Something pushing in between my cheeks, in further and deeper, right up to my anus. I jerk away, but the vine holds me firm.

No! It can't!

But it can.

It pushes, and pushes in, where things should only come out.

"Stop!" I try to scream, the vine wrapped around my throat makes it hard to scream. But the vine doesn't stop. It continues its work down below. More, more, more and then, with a sudden feeling like my resistance has burst, it slips in.

I'm so full, front and back. I'm stretched so tight over the vine as it pumps its sordid way in, and out, and in, and out. A rattled moan escapes my throat, but to my shame, the moan doesn't only contain pain. There's pleasure in it.

Vine

I skate a tendril across her cheek, across her lips. Back and forth and then my tendril slips inside. Her mouth welcomes, me, soft and wide; it opens up to let me slide. I feel the thrill, the growing rush of hormones as across her skin spreads the blush of lust. For this girl, so sweet, so pure, has succumbed to my allure.

I withdraw.

And now to him. Horrified, while I fuck his blushing bride. I hold him firm, suckling him. Rubbing him and fucking him. Until the moment of ecstasy. I feel the pulse of life below, a silent song, a steady flow. Milking him and draining him. Harvesting him for my future line.

Taking his seed captured in my flower, I spread it on a nearby rock to dry for future use. Him, I don't need for a while. I banish him to a cavern deep to hold him alive, but asleep.

I enter the sweet girl once more. And this time, the pleasure is all mine. I'll fuck her hard, I'll fuck her deep. I'll fuck her fast, her womb I seek.

And now the moment of my release, my own pollen will join with hers to make my seed, for this is how a vine must breed.

"In your womb, so young and pure,

My child's growth is all but sure."

Her tender eyes open wide, her mouth gasps, horrified. So I fill her mouth, and asshole too. I fuck her more, through and through.

I caress her belly, so soft and fertile. Here my seed will grow.

Time passes...

Miranda

I've been here days... months... years... who knows. A lifetime? It could be. I had a life before here, but I hardly remember it. Perhaps I could, if I tried. I could recall the distant dream.

But I haven't tried.

Why would I?

My lie revolves around the pleasure. The vine keeps me, cares for me, tends me. And it gives me pleasure. Such pleasure you've never imagined. Touching me, holding me, stroking and caressing me.