Chapter 10: Thick tendrils snake up Harley's thighs while feather-light vines tease Harmony's nipples through her torn shirt - Ivy's laughter curls around them like smoke as she murmurs 'Let's see how loyal your rabbit really is when her body betrays her.'
The word "fascinating" hung in the humid air, thick as the scent of night-blooming jasmine Ivy cultivated near the trickling water. That predatory smile didn’t waver; it deepened, revealing the sharp edge of a porcelain canine. Harmony flinched back, her hand still resting on Harley’s cheek, suddenly icy despite the grotto’s warmth. Harley, blinking away the last dregs of nightmare terror, stiffened against her. Her gaze snapped to Ivy, a flicker of wary recognition replacing the dazed vulnerability.
"Red?" Harley rasped, voice still scraped raw. Her fingers tightened reflexively on Harmony’s shirt.
"Since you're both so... affectionate tonight," Ivy purred, the smoothness of her voice belying the sudden tension coiling through the grotto, "let’s get comfortable."
She didn’t gesture. She didn’t need to. From the shadowed recesses, thick, ropy vines uncoiled with unnerving silence. Not the exploratory tendril from before, but muscular cords, dark green and glistening faintly with moisture. They moved with purpose, swift and decisive.
One snaked around Harley’s uninjured ankle, another around her wrist. More surged towards Harmony – one looping her waist, another her upper arm. The touch was cool, slightly rough, tightening with impossible strength before either woman could react.
"Hey! Pammy, what the fuck?!" Harley yelped, bucking instinctively. Her injured leg jerked, pain flashing across her face. The vines held fast, immovable as stone.
Harmony gasped, a sound choked off as the vine around her waist cinched tighter, pulling her off-balance. She stumbled backwards, dragged across the yielding moss towards the center of the grotto where the light from the phosphorescent fungi pooled brightest. Harley was hauled beside her, protesting furiously, her curses bouncing off the verdant walls. "Lemme go, ya chlorophyll-suckin' bitch! This ain't funny!"
Ivy stepped forward, the hem of her leafy gown brushing the moss. Her eyes, luminous and utterly devoid of warmth, tracked their every struggle, every twitch. The vines hauled the women upright, forcing them to stand facing each other, only inches apart. More vines snaked up, pinning Harley’s good arm behind her back, another securing her injured leg firmly but carefully against a thick root to immobilize it.
"Shhh," Ivy murmured, a sound like wind through poisonous leaves. "Relax. Observe. Feel." Her gaze raked over Harmony, then Harley, a scientist dissecting pinned specimens. "Such interesting reactions... fear, anger... arousal?" Her brow arched fractionally.
Harmony’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. She felt exposed, vulnerable, held upright only by the rough embrace of the vines. Harley was breathing hard, teeth bared, but her struggles were futile against the botanical restraints. Harmony’s gaze locked with hers – a frantic plea meeting chaotic fury.
Then the vines moved again.
Not restraining. Exploring.
Cool, questing tendrils, thinner and more agile than the binding cords, slipped under the torn hem of Harmony’s asylum-issue shirt. They slithered up her bare stomach, tracing the curve of her ribs, the sensitive skin beneath her small breasts. Harmony gasped, arching instinctively, a whimper escaping her lips. The sensation was invasive, alien, yet undeniably present. One tendril circled her nipple through the thin cotton of her bra, applying a teasing, rhythmic pressure.
"Fuck off!" Harley snarled, trying to twist away as similar tendrils found the ripped fishnet stockings clinging to her legs. They slid beneath the shredded fabric, skimming up her inner thighs, cool against her overheated skin. One found the hem of her tiny shorts, probing insistently underneath.
Ivy watched, utterly still, a statue of emerald and ruby. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing shallow. Scientific hunger radiated from her. "The little rabbit trembles," she noted softly, as a vine traced the dampening curve of Harmony’s panties beneath her loose pants. Harmony cried out, a sharp, involuntary sound as the cool plant matter pressed firmly against her clothed cleft. "And the hyena... fights, but her pulse... listen to it race."
"Shut up!" Harley spat, but her voice cracked. A vine had breached the leg of her shorts, sliding upwards with insidious purpose. It bypassed her panties entirely, the cool, slick tip finding the swollen heat between her legs. Harley gasped, a ragged inhalation that hitched in her throat. Her hips jerked involuntarily against the intrusion. "Jesus fucking... Red! Stop this!"
The vine didn't stop. It pressed deeper, moving with a slow, relentless rhythm against Harley's clit, the friction maddening through the thin barrier of her underwear. Harmony watched, horrified and mesmerized, as Harley’s head fell back, a strangled groan tearing from her throat. Her struggles lessened, replaced by a tense, trembling stillness. Her eyes, wide and unfocused, met Harmony’s again. Not fury now, but a dazed, feverish confusion.
Harmony couldn't look away. The vine under her own pants pressed harder, the cool roughness of it rubbing deliberately over the fabric covering her clit. A jolt of unwanted, electric pleasure shot through her, sharp and shocking. She moaned, low and throaty, before she could bite it back.
"There it is," Ivy breathed, stepping closer. She reached out a hand, not touching them, but trailing her fingers over the vines that held them, her touch seeming to intensify their movements. "The body betrays the mind. Such delicious, primal responses." Her gaze fixed on Harmony. "You kissed her. To calm the storm. Did you imagine this? Did you imagine me?"
Harmony shook her head frantically, tears pricking her eyes, mingling with sweat on her temples. The vine was relentless, working her through the fabric, building a terrifying pressure low in her belly. She felt the dampness soaking her panties, a traitorous response to the violation. Another vine snaked up her back under her shirt, coiling around her bra strap and pulling it down roughly, exposing one small breast. A thinner tendril immediately found her nipple, circling, pinching lightly. Harmony cried out again, her body arching, pushing her breast into the cool caress.
Beside her, Harley let out a guttural curse as the vine under her shorts pressed harder, faster. Her underwear was soaked, the rhythmic pressure clearly visible against the thin material. "Fuck...fuck...Red...you crazy...oh god..." Her words dissolved into incoherent panting, her hips grinding against the vine’s relentless friction.
The air crackled. The grotto’s soft light painted their strained bodies in hues of green and shadow. Sweat glistened on Harley’s pale skin. Harmony trembled violently, caught between terror and the shocking, rising tide of sensation the vines forced upon her. Ivy stood before them, a conductor of their involuntary symphony, her eyes alight with cold, fascinated triumph. She leaned in, her breath ghosting over Harmony’s flushed cheek.
"Your turn, little rabbit," Ivy whispered, her voice a silken threat. "Let's see what sounds you make when the hyena watches you come undone." Her fingers brushed the vine working between Harmony’s legs, and it suddenly pushed harder, the rhythm turning punishingly fast. Harmony’s world narrowed to the impossible pressure, the alien coolness, the sight of Harley’s dazed, pleasure-pained expression, and Ivy’s merciless, green gaze. A raw, keening sound tore from Harmony’s throat as the wave broke, crashing over her with terrifying, undeniable force, her body convulsing against the vines that held her upright. Across from her, Harley watched, panting, her own climax held trembling on the edge by Ivy’s controlling vines, a dark mirror reflecting back the shame and the brutal ecstasy. Ivy smiled, a slow bloom of pure, possessive satisfaction. Mine.
The word “Mine” wasn’t a statement. It was a command that resonated in the very air, a vibration that the vines obeyed with immediate, terrifying precision. As Harmony’s climax still wracked her trembling body, the tendril between her legs changed its purpose. The broad, rubbing tip narrowed, sharpening into a slick, probing point. It pressed against the soaked fabric of her panties, not rubbing anymore, but pushing. The cotton strained, then tore with a faint rip. Harmony’s eyes flew wide, a fresh jolt of panic obliterating the aftershocks of her forced pleasure. “No, wait—” she gasped, but the cool, slick vine was already there, pressing against her bare, swollen flesh.
It didn’t ask. It entered.
A sharp, burning stretch made her cry out, a broken sound that echoed Harley’s own guttural “Fuck!” from beside her. The vine pushed into Harmony’s tight, unprepared cunt, an invasion of cool, living plant matter that moved with a slow, inexorable rhythm. It was unlike anything she had ever felt—smooth, ridged, and utterly alien, filling her with a sensation that was both pain and a deep, shameful throb of pleasure. Her nails dug into her own palms, her body arching against the restraints. “It’s… it’s inside me,” she whimpered, the confession torn from her.
“I know, rabbit,” Harley grunted, her own face a mask of strained ecstasy. The vine working against her had similarly breached her shorts and panties, plunging into her with a single, ruthless thrust. She threw her head back, a string of curses pouring from her lips. “Oh, you dirty, chlorophyll-filled bitch… fuck! Deeper.” Her hips bucked, trying to meet the thrusts, her body betraying her fury with its own raw need. The vine pistoned in and out of her, its surface subtly textured, rubbing against every sensitive spot with unerring accuracy.
Ivy watched, her scientific hunger now a ravenous thing. She stepped closer to Harmony, her cool fingers tracing the line of the girl’s jaw as the vine fucked her. “Your body accepts it so readily,” she murmured, her breath a sweet, toxic whisper. “Look at her, little rabbit. Look at how she takes it. The rabid hyena loves being tamed.” She forced Harmony’s head to turn, making her watch as Harley was ruthlessly penetrated, her petite body jolting with each inward thrust.
Harmony’s gaze locked with Harley’s. Tears streamed down Harmony’s face, but a helpless, overwhelming arousal coiled hot in her gut, syncing with the vine’s rhythm. Harley’s eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, reflecting the grotto’s ghost light. She was panting, her lips parted, a thin sheen of sweat making her skin glow. “You like watchin’ that, don’tcha, kid?” Harley rasped, her voice rough with strain. “Seein’ me get fucked by a plant?”
“I… I don’t…” Harmony stammered, but she couldn’t look away. The sight of Harley, so fiercely out of control, so utterly possessed, sent a new, devastating wave of heat through her. The vine inside her curled, hitting a spot that made her see stars. A loud, shameless moan ripped from her throat. Her back arched violently, her cunt clenching around the invasive thickness.
“There,” Ivy purred, satisfied. Her attention shifted to Harley. “And you. You watch her fall apart on my command. See how sweet she unravels.” She didn’t touch Harley, but the vine inside the blonde twisted, fucking her harder, faster. The slick, wet sounds of their bodies being used filled the space between Ivy’s words.
“God… damn it…” Harley choked out, her composure shattering. Her climax built not as a slow wave but as a sudden, violent rupture. Her whole body seized, a raw, screaming curse tearing from her throat as she came, convulsing around the vine pumping inside her. It was a brutal, graceless release, wringing every drop of pleasure from her with merciless efficiency.
The sight and sound of Harley’ surrender pushed Harmony over the edge. The coiling tension in her belly snapped. Her world dissolved into a white-hot flash of sensation, her cunt milking the invading vine as she cried out, a broken, continuous sound of shame and absolute ecstasy. She shook uncontrollably, held upright only by Ivy’s botanical restraints.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged, sobbing breaths and the quiet, persistent movement of the vines as they slowly, slowly stilled inside them. Ivy stood between their spent, trembling bodies, a goddess of green and shadow. She looked from one to the other, her expression one of deep, possessive satisfaction. She leaned close to Harley’s ear, her voice a silken threat. “Mine.” Then she turned to Harmony, her cool fingers brushing a sweat-damp curl from the girl’s forehead. “And mine.” The vines retracted from their bodies with a final, slick slide, leaving them feeling hollowed out and exposed. They went limp in their bindings, utterly drained, the humid air cooling on their feverish skin. Ivy’s smile was a promise of more to come.