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Amanda whistled as she hiked through the forest. She had heard going out into the wilderness alone was a bad idea, but she figured as long as she kept her wits about her, she’d be fine. She’d been out here plenty of times already, and the only animals she’d ever encountered were deer and squirrels.

Deep into the mountain’s woods but confident in her navigation skills, she decided to veer off the beaten path and follow what looked like an animal trail that had been worn through the vegetation. As she walked along it, however, she began to notice remnants of human presence; a bolt in the ground here, a rusted-away sign pole there, and it quickly became clear that she was actually walking along an established- if long-abandoned- pathway.

Now fueled by curiosity more than anything, she followed the trail until she emerged into a large clearing, at the far end of which was an odd facility that resembled an oversized greenhouse painted with camouflage.

Abandoning all common sense, she decided to enter the building through a hole where the front door used to be. If she had stopped to look, she might have noticed that the door’s hinges seemed to have been torn out of the wall.

The inside of the building was a practical maze filled with shattered glass walls quartering off desiccated, lifeless gardens. Whatever the people who made this place were trying to grow, it all seemed to be dead and gone by this point.

Except for one thing.

One garden, larger than all the rest, sat in the center of the facility. Growing from it was a huge mass of green tendrils the slowly slithered and writhed over each other as if constantly searching for something. Immediately entranced by this odd thing, Amanda began to approach it, but snapped out of her stupor as she stepped on a shard of glass, cracking it apart with a loud snap.

Confused, she looked down and noticed that the central garden was surrounded by broken glass. Now, she had seen plenty of broken glass in this facility, but most of it was scattered inside the gardens as if their walls had been shattered from the outside.

These shards looked like they had been shattered outwards from the inside.

Finally picking up on at least one red flag, she turned to leave, but paused as she noticed the text printed on an old sign next to the central garden.

[WARNING: TICKLE VINES. DO NOT APPROACH.]

Tickle vines?

Amanda snickered to herself a bit. That was it? Tickle vines? She almost forgot why she had been worried in the first place.

As she thought about it a bit more, her face began to flush. She did love being tickled, after all, and if the vines worked as advertised... there was potential for some kinky fun here.

She approached the garden and took off her socks and boots, careful not to step on any shards of glass. She climbed onto the mass of tendrils and flopped down on her back in the middle of the vine piles. After a moment, true to its name, the vines began to move and gently wrapped around her wrists and ankles as others began to dance themselves along her delicate skin.

Amanda giggled a bit; her feet were more tender than usual thanks to all that hiking, but overall, the tickles felt light and pleasant. She squirmed a little, causing the tendrils holding her to tighten a small ways; it was still a very light grip, and she felt confident she could quite easily slip out of their grasp if she wanted to.

After about half an hour or so of being gently played with, she took a deep breath and decided to get going; exams were coming up soon and she needed to get back to her dorm to study. She tried to get up, only for the vines to tighten their grip on her and pull her down more aggressively. A bit annoyed by this, she tried pulling against them harder, which only caused them to tighten more.

...Uh oh.

Realizing that the more she struggled, the tighter the vines would get, she stayed still and started trying to think of a way out of this before suddenly feeling a sharp sting on the back of her neck. It didn’t particularly hurt, but it made her flinch, which made the vines binding her tightening their grip again.

More vines began to rise from the pile and drag themselves across her skin. The tickling sensation suddenly multiplied in an intense way, catching her off-guard and making her laugh and wriggle around, which only worsened the situation. Whatever the plant had jabbed her with was making her way more ticklish than usual, and while she was still enjoying it somewhat, she knew this would be trouble.

Unable to stop herself from squirming and giggling as the vines tickled her, she began to get pulled deeper into the plant, disappearing from its surface as more vines moved to covered where she had once been.

Being dragged into the mass where more and more vines could reach her, she found herself completely helpless against the planet’s tendrils as they pulled her deeper and deeper in, her cries of laughter becoming more muffled as she was buried underneath more layers of vines.

Finally reaching the center of the plant, Amanda was now being intensely tickled by a number of vines that worked her body over, never staying in the same spot long enough for her to get used to it. Hours passed and Amanda finally reached her limit, her eyes rolling back into her head as she began to pass out-

Only for the vines to prick her again, increasing her sensitivity even further and keeping her wide awake.

Dread turned to horror as she realized she wouldn’t be allowed any rest from this torture. Her voice had begun to fade as she laughed for hours without a break, but as soon as she had been pricked, her voice returned in full, drowning her in the sound of her own laughter once more. It almost seemed as if the plant had been designed to sustain its victims and keep the torture going for as long as possible; to what end, she didn’t know, but wasn’t in any position to think about it.

Night came and went, her physical needs being met by the plant’s injections as it used those same injections to keep her from falling unconscious. The sleep deprivation only made the torment worse, and as minutes turned to hours turned to days, she began hallucinating false visions of rescue that were violently dashed by more injections from the plant.

The psychological toll of having her hopes raised and dashed over and over, combined with the constant tickling that was impossible to get used to, finally broke her about three days into her torture, reducing her into a laughing, screaming mess with no higher form of thought, her entire existence defined purely by suffering.

She would eventually be rescued, of course, but she had no way of knowing that, and with her torment taking place so far off the beaten path, there was no telling how long that search for her might take...
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Alright, I know I just said I'm in a rut, but gave me the inspiration for this in a convo and my autistic obsessive mode kicked in and wouldn't let me rest until I finished it.

Description

Amanda whistled as she hiked through the forest. She had heard going out into the wilderness alone was a bad idea, but she figured as long as she kept her wits about her, she’d be fine. She’d been out here plenty of times already, and the only animals she’d ever encountered were deer and squirrels.

Deep into the mountain’s woods but confident in her navigation skills, she decided to veer off the beaten path and follow what looked like an animal trail that had been worn through the vegetation. As she walked along it, however, she began to notice remnants of human presence; a bolt in the ground here, a rusted-away sign pole there, and it quickly became clear that she was actually walking along an established- if long-abandoned- pathway.

Now fueled by curiosity more than anything, she followed the trail until she emerged into a large clearing, at the far end of which was an odd facility that resembled an oversized greenhouse painted with camouflage.

Abandoning all common sense, she decided to enter the building through a hole where the front door used to be. If she had stopped to look, she might have noticed that the door’s hinges seemed to have been torn out of the wall.

The inside of the building was a practical maze filled with shattered glass walls quartering off desiccated, lifeless gardens. Whatever the people who made this place were trying to grow, it all seemed to be dead and gone by this point.

Except for one thing.

One garden, larger than all the rest, sat in the center of the facility. Growing from it was a huge mass of green tendrils the slowly slithered and writhed over each other as if constantly searching for something. Immediately entranced by this odd thing, Amanda began to approach it, but snapped out of her stupor as she stepped on a shard of glass, cracking it apart with a loud snap.

Confused, she looked down and noticed that the central garden was surrounded by broken glass. Now, she had seen plenty of broken glass in this facility, but most of it was scattered inside the gardens as if their walls had been shattered from the outside.

These shards looked like they had been shattered outwards from the inside.

Finally picking up on at least one red flag, she turned to leave, but paused as she noticed the text printed on an old sign next to the central garden.

[WARNING: TICKLE VINES. DO NOT APPROACH.]

Tickle vines?

Amanda snickered to herself a bit. That was it? Tickle vines? She almost forgot why she had been worried in the first place.

As she thought about it a bit more, her face began to flush. She did love being tickled, after all, and if the vines worked as advertised... there was potential for some kinky fun here.

She approached the garden and took off her socks and boots, careful not to step on any shards of glass. She climbed onto the mass of tendrils and flopped down on her back in the middle of the vine piles. After a moment, true to its name, the vines began to move and gently wrapped around her wrists and ankles as others began to dance themselves along her delicate skin.

Amanda giggled a bit; her feet were more tender than usual thanks to all that hiking, but overall, the tickles felt light and pleasant. She squirmed a little, causing the tendrils holding her to tighten a small ways; it was still a very light grip, and she felt confident she could quite easily slip out of their grasp if she wanted to.

After about half an hour or so of being gently played with, she took a deep breath and decided to get going; exams were coming up soon and she needed to get back to her dorm to study. She tried to get up, only for the vines to tighten their grip on her and pull her down more aggressively. A bit annoyed by this, she tried pulling against them harder, which only caused them to tighten more.

...Uh oh.

Realizing that the more she struggled, the tighter the vines would get, she stayed still and started trying to think of a way out of this before suddenly feeling a sharp sting on the back of her neck. It didn’t particularly hurt, but it made her flinch, which made the vines binding her tightening their grip again.

More vines began to rise from the pile and drag themselves across her skin. The tickling sensation suddenly multiplied in an intense way, catching her off-guard and making her laugh and wriggle around, which only worsened the situation. Whatever the plant had jabbed her with was making her way more ticklish than usual, and while she was still enjoying it somewhat, she knew this would be trouble.

Unable to stop herself from squirming and giggling as the vines tickled her, she began to get pulled deeper into the plant, disappearing from its surface as more vines moved to covered where she had once been.

Being dragged into the mass where more and more vines could reach her, she found herself completely helpless against the planet’s tendrils as they pulled her deeper and deeper in, her cries of laughter becoming more muffled as she was buried underneath more layers of vines.

Finally reaching the center of the plant, Amanda was now being intensely tickled by a number of vines that worked her body over, never staying in the same spot long enough for her to get used to it. Hours passed and Amanda finally reached her limit, her eyes rolling back into her head as she began to pass out-

Only for the vines to prick her again, increasing her sensitivity even further and keeping her wide awake.

Dread turned to horror as she realized she wouldn’t be allowed any rest from this torture. Her voice had begun to fade as she laughed for hours without a break, but as soon as she had been pricked, her voice returned in full, drowning her in the sound of her own laughter once more. It almost seemed as if the plant had been designed to sustain its victims and keep the torture going for as long as possible; to what end, she didn’t know, but wasn’t in any position to think about it.

Night came and went, her physical needs being met by the plant’s injections as it used those same injections to keep her from falling unconscious. The sleep deprivation only made the torment worse, and as minutes turned to hours turned to days, she began hallucinating false visions of rescue that were violently dashed by more injections from the plant.

The psychological toll of having her hopes raised and dashed over and over, combined with the constant tickling that was impossible to get used to, finally broke her about three days into her torture, reducing her into a laughing, screaming mess with no higher form of thought, her entire existence defined purely by suffering.

She would eventually be rescued, of course, but she had no way of knowing that, and with her torment taking place so far off the beaten path, there was no telling how long that search for her might take...
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Alright, I know I just said I'm in a rut, but gave me the inspiration for this in a convo and my autistic obsessive mode kicked in and wouldn't let me rest until I finished it.