Deep in the Patch

  It wasn’t long before the trees gave way to a rge open space. I paused, taking in the scenery. An old, broken wooden fence surrounded the pumpkin patches on either side of the path. A small weathered wooden house sat at the end of the path. I slowly continued forward, eyeing the overgrown fields. Long, curly vines snaked up the fence and over the rge pumpkins. It was quiet, too quiet.

  “Why does it have to be so creepy? I thought pumpkin patches were supposed to be fun.” I continued toward the house scanning the fields for any giant pumpkins.

  I froze when I spotted a massive one in the corner closest to the house. Staring at it, I gasped loudly. “Please don’t tell me I have to fuck a pumpkin to get out of here!” I groaned, disgusted at the thought.

  Sighing, I climbed up the rickety stairs leading up to a small porch in front of the door. The wooden steps creaked and groaned with every step.

  “Here goes.” I knocked softly on the ancient-looking door and waited. Maybe no one is home? Suddenly, a loud click, the porch beneath my feet gave way.

  “Eek!” My stomach dropped as I braced for the impact. I tried to nd on my feet, but I fell hard on my ass. “Ouch!”

  The trapdoor above smmed shut, leaving me in total darkness. “Ugh,” I groaned, slowly getting to my feet. My heart pounded as I strained to hear if anyone or thing was down here with me.

  The sound of a match striking, a small fme flicker to life, the scent of sulfur lingered in the musty, stagnant air. I watched the fme move, lighting an old ntern.

  The soft glow stretched across the small room. The walls and floor were made of packed dirt. How were they not colpsing.

  I turned my focus back to the person who lit the match. A tall woman with bright orange hair, her face perfectly round, her ample, bare breasts inviting me in.

  “Huh?”

  Eight dark green vine-like tentacles of different lengths and thickness wiggled over the ground.

  Vines for legs! Oh no! I fell into a hentai scene!

  Her wicked grin sent a shiver down my spine.

  “Hi,” I squeaked in a panic, stepping back as she seemed to glide closer.

  Four tentacles shot out wrapping around my wrists and ankles. They were surprisedly smooth, warm, and slightly squishy. I struggled to move, but the vines were too strong.

  I have to do something! I stared into the woman’s fiery orange eyes for a moment. If I can’t move away maybe I can…

  Without finishing the thought, I stepped towards her, the vines didn’t stop me. What now Lizzie? Think! I leaned in, pausing, my lips nearly touching hers.

  Suddenly, the vines lifted me off the ground, suspending me in the air. She slipped her hands under my shirt, tching onto my boobs.

  “Oh!” I gasped in surprise. Raising her brow she pulled her hands out from my shirt, quickly undoing the buttons on my blouse.

  Two thin vines, slithered around my boobs, their thin points flicking over my nipples. These vines felt wetter, no, they were all slick now.

  I was so weirded out that I couldn’t even enjoy it. “Wait, can you please stop, this isn’t really my thing. I’m so sorry,” I muttered.

  The woman gred at me, her expression darkened. A rge thick tentacle wrapped around my waist, flipping me parallel to the ground. The vines at my ankles pulled my legs apart as it repositioned me in the air. Now my ass was directly in front of her face.

  Why didn’t I keep my damn mouth shut?

  She pushed my skirt up, yanking my thong down. Her hands roughly seized my ass cheeks, nails digging into my skin.

  “Ahh!” I gasped sharply. “Careful! You don’t have to be so rough!”

  She responded with a hard smack on my ass. The sudden sting made my body jerk. Her hands continued to explore, rubbing, squeezing, and spanking, but thankfully not as rough this time. One of her hands slid down, cupping my pussy, her fingertips against my clit, palm pressing against my opening, rocking in perfect rhythm.

  My body melted into the warmth of her touch, eyes fluttering shut, as I surrendered to the sensation. My hips began to move slowly, yearning for more, my wetness growing with every stroke of her hand.

  Then her hand stopped, sliding over my ass, leaving a slick trail behind.

  My eyes snapped open at the loss of her touch. Seeing a tentacle, thicker than the ones teasing my boobs, weaving through the air between my legs.

  My heart began to race, not with excitement but concern. It’s too big!

  “Wait!” I yelped as it inched closer to my tight, wet opening.

  She didn’t listen. The thick vine pushed painfully inside me.

  “Aaaagh!!” The sharp pinching felt like I was being split open. My body tensed, then began to tremble. My eyes watered as breath hitched.

  I wanted to scream and shout at her! I wanted to cry, and sob. But I held it all in, knowing she would do her worst if I said anything.

  The vine within me stilled. Any movement was going to hurt, even if it pulled out. I desperately tried to force my body to rex, but it was impossible.

  One of her hands left my ass, quickly finding my clit, her soft fingers gently fluttering. At this point I was hoping she could turn me on to ease the pain. After a couple minutes my body began to rex. Slowly the pain dulled, pleasure taking over.

  “Mmh…” the tiny moan escaped.

  The vine inside me began to move, slow, short strokes. The pain melted away. My mind and body relishing in the sensation. Breathy moans and whimpers escaped me with every thrust of the thick vine.

  I was intoxicated with ecstasy, writhing and whining as the vine wiggled inside me thrusting deeper. My hips moving to it’s rhythm. “More..” I whined.

  Suddenly, I felt something poking at my backdoor, my eyes widened and my hips stopped. A thin tentacle slid inside my ass.

  I gasped loudly, overwhelmed by the pleasurable pressure filling me.

  The two vines moved in tandem, while her fingers continued to rub my wet clit, and the small vines My loud moans became a constant whine. The pressure was quickly building. “Not… yet…” I murmured, between ragged breaths, begging my body to let me relish in the bliss.

  As soon as the words left my mouth the woman’s fingers rubbed my clit faster and all the vines followed her pace. Moaning with every quick thrust, I felt like I was going to explode as my hips shuddered. “Aahhh!!!” I cried, as the orgasm tore through me.

  I hung in the air, my body shivering uncontrolbly. When the vines slowly pulled out, I felt my juices trickle over my clit, “Wow.” I giggled.

  The thin vines released me.and the trap door above us opened, the thick vine around my waist carried me out side, dropping me on the porch. Then disappeared back into the ground, the door smmed behind me with loud bang.

  I y there for a moment catching my breath. I never knew that could be so good. I giggled as I pulled my thong back on. After a few minutes, I staggered to my feet.

  “That was fun!” I yelled. Then sauntered down the path.