Lost in Melilem Grove

Chapter Three

 

1.

 

Juniper’s eyes began to open. She groaned gently.

She was lying on the grassy ground, on her side, and exhausted.

She was still surrounded by the fog of the forbidden area Melilem Grove.

Juniper arose and clung to a nearby branch to support her.

The fog dissipated somewhat and the view from the grove was now available to her.

The grove looked like a haunted forest from a bad dream. The fog covered the soil as a huge living blanket. The trees seemed angry and devil-like. The path twisted and distorted like a fairground route. Phallic fungi grew out of most trees.

Juniper looked around with distrust, wondering when she was going to see the monster.

It was invisible, this she knew too much, and it was like a living mist.

It possessed a voice: which was perverse, male, demonic, menacing, and tempting.

The place had the ability to twist logic and make the abnormal normal.

Junior had to go. She needed a way out. She had to return home as quickly as possible.

And on that point, in the distance, something that seemed promising was car headlights.

She was very pleased. She puffed and panted. She ran quicker than ever.

She called with a faint voice. She got a little closer and closer.

Juniper found an automobile. The driver’s seat was wide open. She quickly got in.

Luckily, the owner’s keys were still in the ignition.

She turned once. She turned twice. She turned three times and it roared.

Juniper closed the door, buckled up, and drove.

She went around the foggy forest in hopes of finding a way out of here.

 

 

2.

 

Juniper soon arrived on a strange route, but it was far too narrow for the car.

Reluctantly, she exited the abandoned vehicle and proceeded on foot.

The trail was surrounded by gigantic trees and looked a bit darker than anticipated.

Juniper walked down the forest path, and she noted that the path felt man made.

If it were possible for someone to come in here and make it, it gave her hope.

Juniper hoped whoever made this path in the past made it out of this situation alive.

 

 

3.

 

As Juniper advanced, she looked round and saw the threatening trees.

A paranoid thought in her head told her they were all watching her run away.

And then she was stuck. She looked down at herself.

Her boots were stuck in some tight holes.

She pulled and pulled, but her boots wouldn’t budge.

Juniper snorted. She crouched down. She untied the shoelaces and withdrew her tiny feet.

She had to keep going in white socks.

Juniper soon snagged her shirt on numerous branches and she glowered at them.

“Oh, for Heaven’s sake,” she snorted, as she unbuttoned her shirt, and abandoned it.

She folded her arms around her chest to cover the black bra protecting her breasts.

Juniper looked round, trembling, walking, wondering where the exit lay.

Then her burgundy shorts were caught in numerous branches and she looked furious.

She now attempted to loosen the offensive feelers; however, something had stopped her.

The branches moved like limbs. They tore through Juniper’s shorts.

Juniper’s eyes expanded like saucers, while she watched the fragments fall to the ground.

She became aware that the trees were alive, and that they were slowly undressing her.

Her heart beat like crazy. There were beads of sweat on her pale face.

Juniper whimpered with dismay.

She had no idea to what extent she had ventured.

“I can make it back,” she whispered, “I just need to outrun them!”

However, when she went there, she was stopped, and she saw the horrific reason.

The way back had been boarded off by legions of vines – which had formed a wall.

Juniper turned around, gulped hard, and saw the snaking vines writhe towards her.

She covered her chest with one arm folded, and used her other hand to cover her crotch.

However, as she was distracted, her strapless bra was unclipped from the back quite promptly.

A thick vine wrapped and secured around her right wrist and forced her arm up.

Juniper wailed, as her strapless bra fell to the ground, and her 32DD breasts were bare.

She opted to give up the protection of her crotch in an attempt to free her right hand.

Juniper kept staring at the incriminating vines snaking up to her.

Next, a thick vine fastened around her left wrist and pulled, but, it felt some resistance.

Juniper indeed resisted with her power. She clenched her teeth in anger.

Yet, it was all for naught as the vine pulled her arm upwards – causing her to wail.

Many vines wrapped around her arms and quickly clung together.

Slowly, Juniper was lifted off from the ground – she kicked her legs and cried.

A thick root fastened tightly around Juniper’s neck – firmly choking her.

Juniper coughed. She choked. She struggled and wept, too.

She lowered her eyes and saw many vines holding on to her socks and intertwining them.

The perverted vines took their sweet time pulling off her socks, uncovering her feet.

Juniper also noticed numerous vines interweave her black laced panties and she panted.

She shut her legs tight. Juniper clenched her teeth. She shook her head, a slight protest.

The vines tore at the material, ripping it to shreds, and were successful in the disrobing.

Juniper was now entirely naked and vulnerable to advances from the perverted trees.

Many vines touched her limbs and body with affection, teasing the poor girl.

Juniper whimpered and rocked about, as her heart raced in her chest like a jackhammer.

Thick roots knotted around her ankles and parted her legs with extraordinary strength.

Juniper wailed. She tried her best to force her legs to close, but there was no point in that.

Numerous vines wound around Juniper’s legs. Juniper was now bound.

Juniper writhed and struggled against the bonds, as she whimpered and whined.

A legion of vines coiled all over her eyes, interweaving, essentially blindfolding her.

Something thick and slimy had lunged into her mouth – silencing her protests.

The slimy offender was a tentacle – it belonged to a blue petal flower. The tentacle opened and sucked the tongue of Juniper like a lollipop.

Juniper struggled and cried, and pleaded inwardly for her freedom.

A few trumpet flowers latched on her pink capped nipples and sucked sweetly.

Juniper sensed her nipples hardening and her unwanted excitement culminated.

After that, two tentacle roots rose from the ground and went to Juniper.

Tentacle-root number one faced her virgin snatch and its brother faced her arse. 

Juniper jolted when she felt her snatch lips and anus being rubbed in slow circles.

She tried to force her legs shut, which did nothing, and she shook her head.

Juniper moaned unwillingly into the perverted flower that sucked on her tongue.

The sprawling roots penetrated her anus and pussy at the same time – digging deeper.

Juniper released a shrill cry that arose from her lungs, but halted at her muted mouth.

The sprawling roots sank more and more deeply into her pussy and anus. They stretched her vaginal and anal walls and tentacle-root one touched her cervix wall. The two moved back and forth, at a regular rhythm, through her tight anus and vagina.

Juniper rolled her head from side-to-side. Her dainty nostrils flared.

Tears began to flow on her cheeks.

She felt the invasive roots thrust within her virgin snatch and anus. They were hurting her.

The trumpet flowers stretched her nipples as they sucked sweetly – bobbing up and downwards.

Juniper struggled harder. She squeezed her eyes shut tight.

She shuddered from the unexpected.

The trees here were alive and they were sexually abusive.

The two tentacle-roots moved backwards and forwards, non-stop. Tentacle-root one occasionally hit the spongy wall of Juniper’s cervix. They wanted to ejaculate their seed. They were as stiff as a board and now double the thickness.

Juniper’s shouting in favour of liberation was replaced by illicit moans. She was afraid of the reactions the trees were getting out of her. She struggled in the hopeless hope of escaping, but her body could not help responding to the forbidden double penetration.

The tentacle-roots moved to and fro, and alternated their thrusting speed. On several occasions, they moved fast and slow. They both moved in a corkscrew motion, drilling her two holes and pushing her past her limit.

Juniper’s pussy was lubricated so that the penetrating feeling wouldn’t hurt. However, her poor anus was dry and in pain from the other tentacle-root’s relentless penetration.

Juniper couldn’t stop the groaning and grunting. Her mouth failed to open wide to release her unwanted moans. She clenched her trembling hands into fists. She pulled harder against her tightly fastened ties. She thrashed her head from side-to-side frequently in protest.

Tentacle-root one knew what to do: It thrusts to and fro quite quickly. It grew numerous mushroom bumps on its bulbous body – thus they could rub against Juniper’s inner walls.

Juniper felt a trembling sensation that spread from her entire body to her limbs. Her toes curled and her legs thrashed. She bucked her hips, but it did her naught. She could feel a sudden orgasm rising inside of herself. It frightened her greatly. She whined and squirmed.

The mushroom-root increased its thrusting speed, as the bumpy mushrooms rubbed hard against the inner walls of Juniper’s love canal. Several mushrooms rubbed her g and a-spots.

Juniper was incapable of speaking out. Each ripple of the spasms in her body and limbs kept growing stronger. The imaginary barrier preventing her orgasm was smashing. It came earlier than anticipated. She fought unsuccessfully.

She groaned aloud. She moaned softly. And she cried in dismay. Her protests were held back by her constant procession of unlawful groans that rose high in her lungs. Her panic intensified when the unwanted anal from the other Tentacle-root amplified her arousal.

Juniper stopped. Her body convulsed against her wishes. The world faded to black...