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A lone TV; an ancient CRT from long ago, sat silently in darkness. After a moment it turned on and displayed blinding, hazy static. The sound started quiet but slowly grew louder as the static began to break its paradoxically-consistent noise. There was a burst of sound and the static flashed some dark image for just a second. It happened again, and again. Each eruption of sound and sight grew more aggressive. They came faster and the image flashed for longer. It all built to a shrieking, strobing crescendo until the TV blinked out. The image on display took a second to fully fade from the screen as power drained.
Then the TV turned back on in a powerful chorus of cheesy horror movie organ notes, the wavering tones of a theremin and the mad cackling of a young woman. It bore a shifting, melting image of a large bat; its wings spread wide and its head dominated by a single shining purple eye nestled within its open maw. Sprawling and squirming green tentacles began to creep out from behind the eye as it ‘blinked’ with the bat’s mouth every few seconds. Flames burst to life across the span of the bat’s great wings which quickly began to split into a swarm of roiling, flickering words. They stabilized and solidified until they were easily read; Avina’s Boo-bies!
The camera panned out from the TV as lights came on to reveal the room in which it sat. The TV sat before the large pelt of a furious werewolf forever trapped in a hateful snarl. Two ornate victorian couches sat across from each other on either side of the pelt. Tall shelves filled with books, DVDs and VHSs–like The King in Yellow, Alien and Dracula–, skulls, spiderwebs and all manner of spooky things sat on one side of the room. The other bore a huge, heavy wooden door; rounded at the top and bearing a thick iron ring in place of a knob or handle. Flickering torches and an old chandelier made of wood and iron lit the room with warm but ominous light.
Yet the room itself was like a void. There was no visible floor, or any visible walls. Even the torches appeared to simply float in space with no obvious point of attachment to anything. It was a strange space filled with strange things but this was hardly surprising given its very strange mistress.
The door began to creak open in a way most chilling, its loud creaking echoing in the strange space. A hand reached out from behind it and stopped its arc as soon as there was enough of an opening. The pale hand slid down the side of the door for a teasing second until the mistress made her appearance.
“Hello, friends and fiends!”
The woman poked her head out from behind the door, her striking emerald eyes flickering with the light of the torches. Her mouth flashed a huge, toothy grin more befitting a scheming predator. She pulled back and quickly dashed forward in a spinning flourish sending her long black hair and her somewhat sheer black robe whirling about her. The door creaked and slammed shut while the woman, standing head on from the camera, held her left arm out and her face turned up toward it. Her right arm remained over her chest and she remained in this bizarre pose until the door was closed.
“I welcome you all to a night of perilous pumpkins and horny horror!” she called as she spun again with her arm now held out to the camera.
The camera cut to a closer shot to put the woman properly in focus. She grinned again with her face lowered to obscure her eyes beneath her bright green flat bangs.
“I hope you all came ready to be terrorized and tantalized!”
She stepped forward again, her hands held to her chest and her grin ever widening.
“Sit down and experience Avina’s Boo-bies!”
Avina lifted her hands to let her breasts fall in an alluring display of motion emphasized with the flashing of lightning, the crashing of thunder and the rising score of a screaming organ and a wailing theremin. Avina kept bouncing for a bit before stopping to shake them from side to side. Bat-shaped pasties bearing ‘Boo’ one her right and ‘bies’ on her left made the joke less obvious than expected should someone fail to see past the spectacle of massive, enticing breasts to see the writing actually decorating them.
Avina let her breasts come to rest as the music faded and the raucous noise from outside the strange space ceased. The camera cut back a bit further out as Avina smirked, turning to round the couch and pick at something on one of the shelves. She intentionally took a second to come to the case she wanted and then looked back at the camera to smile as she pulled out an old VHS, still in its paper slipcase.
Avina hid the VHS in her hands as she brought herself down onto the couch. She laid down on her side with her body supported on the arm of the couch and the VHS sitting before her. She let the camera pan over her for a moment before speaking again.
“Tonight we have a tale of viscous vines assaulting a certain goth-y gal as she prepares for our favorite holiday! A horrifying Halloween, indeed! So prepare yourself for tonight’s film; Hallowheads: Attack of the Autumn Abominations!”
Avina turned the VHS around to reveal herself on the front of the case. She was bound by a swarm of green vines with the looming grin of a malevolent pumpkin above her. She once again cackled as lightning and thunder flared for an explosive exit. The camera swiftly panned out at a rapid pace, zooming off into the empty dark that surrounded the strange space. The screen faded to black slowly until nothing could be seen and Avina’s voice was far, far away…
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Avina set the final pumpkin down before getting busy with putting away all the snacks and candy. The party was coming up and she’d be spending the coming weekend debating the movie playlist, pestering friends to make sure they were still coming and carving plenty of pumpkins. Five of them sat on the table, all big and fat with broad sides perfect for carving.
Avina had debated doing just one or two really fancy pieces but whenever she saw the bare steps up to her front door, she knew she needed more. She paused after putting some soda into the fridge and then turned to dig a marker out of the drawer full of random miscellania she was hoping every home had. Avina turned around, popped the beer bottle she left out on the counter, and analyzed her silly little group of soon-to-be giddy gourds.
“How to make you all look right…” she whispered into the bottle.
She got to it without much thought, trying to just feel her way through it. She added plenty of triangle eyes, wide grins, exaggerated scars and all manner of other spooky details. The marker flew across each pumpkin until one after another, all had been marked and were ready for their terrifying transformations. Avina downed the last of the bottle and popped another as she scanned the room for where she left the carving knife.
Shimmering green eyes widened in delight as she saw the little kit she bought sitting atop the fridge. She grinned and pulled on it without seeing the pack of juice boxes sitting on top of it. The boxes fell, Avina quickly moved to catch it on instinct and managed to splash herself with nearly the entire bottle of beer in the process. Avina grumbled as she slowly set the boxes back atop the fridge before downing what little remained in the bottle and picking the kit off the floor.
“Well, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere anyway so fuck it!” she announced to no one.
Avina dropped the bottle into the trash and started pulling her bright orange jack-o-lantern sweater over her head in a quick flourish. She peered down to her chest and saw some of the beer had soaked through to her bra, leaving her to shrug and give in entirely. She tossed the sweater onto a waiting basket of clothes she had left on the couch for longer than she should have and told herself she would absolutely throw the load in that night…even though she also knew her plan was to drink, carve and then watch a slasher or two before bed and would almost certainly forget the laundry as soon as she turned away.
She turned back to her waiting pumpkins, her responsibility already forgotten, and saw them all looking back to her excitedly. Avina paused for a moment as a dumb little idea oozed into her mind. She reached into the fridge for another bottle and opened it as she hit the power button on the little radio sitting on the window sill above the sink.
“-and in local news, some farmers here in ‘quaint little Raven’s Hollow’, reported seeing weird lights in the sky at night! They told local authorities how they heard strange, mechanical noises in the skies! We here at WIRH 101 tried to reach out to one of the affected farmers for comment and–hooboy!”
Avina stood staring at the radio, sipping her beer in buzzed anticipation for whatever the jockey was about to say.
“Farmer Johnson, a local for his entire life, said he felt the barn shake, heard sounds like a jet engine and even saw some kind of rotating lights above his land! He told us that he thinks genuine aliens came and did something to his crops! When asked if he noticed anything weird about them, he merely shrugged and said no! He even sent us on our way with a free pumpkin for the studio to carve! We have no idea what happened but we appreciate Farmer Johnson and hope those dastardly little green men will stop pestering him soon! And now, back to the monstrous music and terrifying tunes!”
Avina stood wide eyed as the familiar sounds of The Monster Mash came on, leaving her to stew over the incredibly bizarre report. She had bought the very pumpkins still watching her from that farm earlier that day and had heard only tiny fragments of some rant about UFO’s and government cover-ups but was too focused on finding the perfect pumpkins to pay attention. Avina turned again and smiled back at her little friends, feeling the beer getting her into the right kind of buzz for some fun.
“Didn’t know I had some celebrities in the house!” she said, setting the bottle down and grinning wider, “Normally I charge for this kind of thing but I’m just too in the mood for more spooky fun!”
Avina swayed her wide hips in sync with the music, roaming from here to there across the kitchen. Her hands worked the clasps of her bra and swiftly unhooked them. One hand rose to catch it before it could fall free of her as she laughed and spun away from the pumpkins. Her freehand undid the buttons of her jeans and the buckle of her belt, letting her pants slip with each slow sway. It was an agonizing wait–if the pumpkins could see–as Avina’s jeans slipped further and further, revealing the bright orange and dark black stripes of her panties.
Avina kicked the pants away and spun quickly on the tips of her toes, accentuating the end of the flourish by pushing her ass out as she made the final motion towards the pumpkins. As she faced the audience again, she quickly threw the bra onto the first pumpkin, which bore the classic jack-o-lantern grin. Avina stepped closer, shaking her breasts in an energetic display of pale flesh and vibrant tattoos.
“You seem to be a little more lucky than the rest.” she said as she leaned forward over the table, not really meaning anything specific.
She bounced and shook her breasts in the grinning gourd’s goofy face, filling its view with the flashing metal of her nipple piercings and the neon green tentacles painted over her chest. Avina rose and laughed loudly, throwing her head back and nearly falling with the motion. She stumbled backwards, turning and nearly face-planting into the fridge. She just laughed louder as she got her bearings and grabbed her beer off the counter.
“Okay, maybe a little too drunk for knifeplay. You guys’ll have to wait a lil longer…”
Avina turned and threw her long jet black hair over her shoulder as she turned down the radio and sauntered back to the living room. It wasn’t long before the basket was dropped onto the floor and Avina was splayed out and watching a movie. She told herself she’d be right back to carving as soon as the buzz was wearing off but her mind was quickly taken by the looming fear of an old classic; Blood Harvest.
Avina’s eyes remained glued to the TV as she watched a bus full of busty college cheerleaders fight for their lives against the creeping vines of the cursed crops sprawled across the vehicle, finding every open window or breaking in where they could. Avina watched, wide-eyed and mouth open as the bitchy blonde head cheerleader was grabbed by the neck and pulled back towards the front door of the bus. The vines crawled over her body, slithered under her uniform and quietly shredded her top with countless thorns, giving the camera a close up shot of her big bolt-on breasts bursting free from the failing fabric.
Avina’s heart beat faster as a thick green tendril forced its way into the cheerleader’s mouth and shot a payload of thick amber sap into her throat. She fought and screamed and choked on the liquid before growing still. The camera zoomed in on her shocked face as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her eyes dulled into lazy far-off stares before the tendrils released her. Avina watched in horror as the cheerleader stood, slowly turned and fully opened the main door. The other girls shrieked in terror as more and more tendrils flooded the vehicle, grabbing more girls to strip and enslave them as they had their leader. The camera slowly rolled back in one continuous shot from front to back as the scene devolved into a frenzied riot of terrified shrieks, bouncing breasts and flowing amber.
Avina paused the movie and rose, suddenly free of the entertainment’s grasp and aware she was getting thirsty. She rounded the couch and tripped over the basket but kept moving, sure to forget about it again. The fridge opened and she bent forward to search through the leftover pasta and deli meats she kept promising she’d finish off-
“...uhhhh sorry to cut off the tunes, folks, but we have some breaking news. Local authorities have received a sudden swarm of calls about…um…”
Avina stood up, soda in hand, and listened to the DJ stumble through their report.
“-calls of home invasions and people in costumes chasing them! They said that these masked marauders were dressed like Jack-o-lanterns! Hard to say what’s going on but we’ll keep you caught up with any updates! Now, back to the-”
Avina stared at the radio for a moment before shrugging and closing the fridge. Her gaze looked to the pumpkins as she past them. She stepped back and brushed her hand against the one she tossed her bra on. Her thumb rubbed a little bump on its side that she hadn’t noticed before.
“You guys aren’t evil, are you?” she asked with a devious smirk.
The pumpkins offered no answer, keeping their secrets to themselves. Avina chuckled and went back to her place on the couch, unbothered by whatever nonsense may be happening out in the world around her. She unpaused the movie and watched as the one goth on the cheer team forced open the rear door of the bus; allowing her, her nerd friend and one blonde Becky to escape just as the swarm of vines surged forward to grab them.
The pumpkin sat quietly on the table. It was uninterested in the noise of the film, in the squawking of the radio. Its painted-on face stared into nothing. But the bump flexed. The gourd’s bright orange body shifted. It shook slightly and the bump bulged and twisted. There was a tiny little sound–barely perceptible over the goth yelling at the nerd to keep running–like the cracking of bone and the peeling of skin.
Something broke through the pumpkin’s tough exterior. It squirmed and writhed as it worked to free itself, making the pumpkin shake and wobble with the force of the effort. It crept forward and rose into the air. The tip twitched for a moment before pointing towards the living room and beginning its slow crawl across the gap. More bulges began to warp the body of the pumpkin until new growths ruptured the skin.
Each tendril spasmed and twisted, curling and unraveling for a time as if they were just learning the extent of their movement. It didn’t take them long to understand where they needed to go as they followed the first in its slow crawling along the floor. The swarm inched forward, reaching the couch and splitting off above and below. Avina heard nothing. She saw nothing even as the looming tendrils rose into the air and peeked out from beneath her. The light of the TV flashed across their dull green skin and one shift of her legs would alert her to the waiting trap encroaching on her ankles.
Her eyes remained focused on the movie, watching as the goth hacked and cleaved at the vines in a desperate attempt to hold them off while the nerd and the bimbo gathered gas cans for their final attack. Avina bit her lip, watching unblinking as the vines managed to trap one of the goth’s legs and worked their way up her supple thigh. The scene reached its peak as the bimbo, in an act of cheesy hollywood redemption, found and swung a chainsaw down on the mass trapping her now former enemy.
“I bet I could handle a bunch of dumb plants…” Avina whispered to herself.
As if the pumpkin heard her, the trap was sprung. The vines had waited until they were as close as possible before making their move. In a sudden frenzy of motion they seized both ankles. Avina gasped, more scared from how into the movie she was than the actual realization that something was wrong. She jolted in her seat, leaning back and making the task easier for the swarm. One of the tendrils shot forward and quickly circled her neck. It pulled just tight enough to keep her pressed to the couch, unable to get her fingers under it. It tightened slightly as she clawed at it though it took Avina a few seconds of fighting to breathe to try and fight the rest of the swarm.
“What is this!?” she cried, swatting at the tendrils as they tried to seize her wrists.
Her legs were lifted and spread, held up off the edge of the couch as the tendrils prepared her. Vines creeped across the couch before finding her black and white striped panties and ripping them from her with little fanfare. The swarm moved with direct intent, uninterested in theatrics or teasing. Tiny choked off screams slipped through her black lips, mixing with the panicked cries of the women on screen. The tendril on her throat tightened the more she fought turning her screams into quiet coughing.
Tears rolled down her face as her strength failed. The effort to breathe became its own insurmountable struggle and her movements slowed and lost coordination. She could barely even hit the tendrils as they merely waited for her to give in or pass out. Avina tried pushing against the couch in one final attempt to get away but by that point she was far too drained to even sit up. She fell back and gasped for air, laying still as she could do little but paw at the tendril choking her in the sudden fear that it might not loosen its grip. She stared off into nothing as the world around her grew a bit darker…
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Avina stood in the center of the room, seemingly swapping her spooky black robes for an orange and black cheerleader’s uniform. She stood perfectly still as the camera slowly zoomed in before jumping up in a tight 180 degree spin that sent her skirt up high. She landed precisely where she wanted, now facing the camera with a goofy grin that matched the grinning jack-o-lantern stretched across her top. She shook her pompoms above her chest as a drumroll began to sound.
“Gimme a T! Gimme an I! Gimme a T! Gimme an S! TITS!” she shouted.
Avina deftly hooked her thumb under her top to free her breasts in a flash of shaking pompoms. She timed this with a hop to the side, lifting her camera-forward leg up and standing straight on her other leg. Her arms went wide and her breasts fell in a bounce punctuated by a new set of pumpkin pasties. The grinning jack-o-lantern stickers shined in the light as Avina took a moment to let the bit turn just a shade awkward.
“I uh…didn’t really have any bigger joke in mind. I just think the uniform is cute!”
Avina froze for another second or two before bouncing into a wide stance with a pom pointed at the camera.
“Slutty cheerleader movie soon!” she shouted.
The door to her right flew open on its own and without missing a beat, Avina threw her arms up and dashed into the darkness beyond. The camera held on the door as it swung closed and then slowly faded to black…
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Only when she ceased any attempts at fighting–after a cruel and horrifying few extra seconds of strangling her–did it finally loosen just enough for her to gasp and cry out. She watched as tendril after tendril surrounded her. They wrapped around her wrists and pulled them back against the couch with little effort.
Avina’s chest heaved as she watched the vines prepare for their next attack. Her legs were held open as vines moved to wrap around her thighs. She saw and felt them slither over her skin like snakes wrapping around the trunks of trees. They reached from her ankles, past her knees and nearly up to her hips, holding her so thoroughly that she could hardly move her legs at all. They tightened their grip and tugged her closer to the edge of the couch.
The movie kept playing and the radio kept blurting out festive tunes while Avina let out grunts of effort and frustration. She’d fight, fail, rest and try again in a rapid cycle but by then it was far too late for her to do anything. The tendrils didn’t even seem to care about choking her for her resistance; she was already so thoroughly trapped that her efforts meant nothing to them.
“S-stop! Wait!” she cried, clinging to the empty hope of some kind of escape.
There was no response. She knew there wouldn’t be but she was out of options. She watched helplessly as more tendrils swarmed below her, ready to claim their conquered prize. Four thin vines poked and prodded her pussy, almost as if they weren’t entirely sure what to do next. She winced and jolted at each alien sensation. Light from the TV flashed bright and illuminated her pale skin which left the vines as creeping extensions of the darkness all around her in the night-darkened home.
They started speeding up. She felt them rubbing; carefully at first until they found the right rhythm for all four to begin rapidly teasing her. Tiny, begrudging noises escaped her as her body responded to the aggressive stimulation. The tendrils didn’t care how she felt, they merely did as they wanted whether by intelligence or instinct. Avina’s mind tried to make sense of what might happen but all she could do was hope that she wouldn’t end up a mindless slave like the girls in the movie.
It didn’t take long for the tendrils to slip inside her. Avina gasped as she felt them slowly penetrate her, her body tensing and her limbs straightening even against the solid strength of the vines holding her in place. Almost as if in response, she watched another pair of vines slither over her body and make their way for her breasts. They coiled around them from where her breasts met her chest to her nipples. She could feel them tensing, squeezing, loosening, pushing and pulling all at once. They moved in every direction seemingly at random almost as if they were having fun with the weirdly soft and wobbly things.
The tendrils inside her begin slipping in and out faster and faster. Avina’s face bloomed red as she grit her teeth and tried to fight the building, mechanical pleasure. She felt her breasts being treated like stress toys as the vines squeezed harder and began pulling and pushing them in awkward directions. She saw them trying to get at her nipples but being denied by the metallic shark jaws of her piercings.
This did little to dissuade them as a whole. They continued their assault just long enough to get Avina ready for what was to come. She continued her whining until she felt the tendrils stop suddenly and begin to pull out. It seemed as if all the vines had grown strangely still, even including the two previously playing with her breasts.
“Can we talk about this?” she asked, still desperate for any other options, “If you’ll be good pumpkins, we can do this every night! J-just let me go!”
Her pleading was met by the sight of why they had stopped. She watched as a single vine rose up from beneath her like some massive, waiting cobra. It rose and curved downward, its tip thick and oozing a fluid that shined bright amber in the light of the TV. It twitched and pulsed and grew fatter with each grotesque motion. Avina watched in horror as it swelled and swelled far beyond the tiny ones that had attacked her already.
Those small vines slipped back inside her and tried to make way for their abominable comrade. Avina felt them press against her walls and push as much as they could. They slipped and readjusted as their new weapon moved into position, leaking more and more amber fluid as it rubbed itself against her. She watched as it planted its fat head into her folds and felt it squirming and shifting to coat them both in its fluid.
A warmth reached her as she felt the amber fluid touch her. It was a pleasant sensation; far too pleasant for the assault playing out. She writhed and struggled against her captors again but just as she couldn’t escape their grasp, she couldn’t avoid the contamination of their new weapon. Every sensation, every little motion, felt almost unbearable. The tip of the vine slipped just inside before darting back out but Avina’s body responded as if she’d been run through to the deepest core of her being.
Her whole body stiffened and fought against the vine’s hold on her. Even the vines hadn’t been prepared for her reaction as her limbs all extended outward; her arms gripping and pulling on the back of the couch and her legs shot straight out into the air. Avina couldn’t even scream. She merely stared unblinkingly into nothing. Her mouth hung open in a long and strained gasp that dragged on as long as her lungs could take in air.
The tendrils slowly brought her back to where they wanted her as the swollen vine waited patiently, still sitting raised and arced like a venom-dripping snake. Avina’s body was quickly drained of its new found strength like a spider slowly curling into itself as it died. Every ounce of power had been expended and the warmth was spreading through her like a corrupting plague. If there had been any chance of escape, it was simply gone now. A tiny, mewling whine left Avina’s lips as she tried to catch her breath.
The vine didn’t care to wait till she was ready. Once she was more still, the thin tendrils inside her opened her up and the vine slinked down, pressing its tip into her and tensing as more of it coiled tight before her. Avina closed her eyes and grit her teeth as her body trembled in the vine’s grasp.
It struck like the quick, precise strike of a coiled viper. In one smooth motion, the vine penetrated and slammed as far into Avina as it could. It didn’t wait for her brain to catch up as every muscle tightened and her mouth hung open in a shocked expression. Avina screamed as her body was being too easily pressed to the limit. Her body burned hotter and the room whirled around her as the vine pulled back and slammed into her again.
And again. And again and again and again and again. Avina had to fight for every breath as the vine forced a throat-shredding shriek from her with every new attack. She was too sensitive as the amber fluid had changed her in some way. Her body couldn’t handle the pleasure it was being forced to endure as if she was forced to red line from the very start.
The vine pumped into her, causing her to rock back and forth on the couch. Her muscles stayed tense while her soft flesh bounced and wobbled with the sheer force of the vine fucking her. The tendrils kept squeezing and kneading her breasts while her thighs jiggled from the momentum and the strained shaking of her leg muscles. Avina stared helplessly into the air as the vine kept the force but picked up the pace.
“Please! P-please ssss-stop!” she cried, struggling to speak as her body fought to keep in enough air to function.
The vine pulled back to its tip and shot as deep into her as possible with each and every thrust. It maintained a perfect rhythm that just got faster as time went on. Screams from the TV mingled and mixed with Avina’s as she lay entirely helpless to the plant’s assault. She had no idea how long it would take or what the vines would do when it finished. All she could do was mindlessly hope she would be released eventually. She didn’t even think of what condition she’d be reduced to.
“Ha-ha-ha-haa-haaa-HAAA!”
The pleasure only got more excruciating. Avina screamed and panted as loud as her body would allow. She couldn’t help herself. The vine pumped faster and faster and the warmth kept burning hotter. She wasn’t even thinking past the first few seconds.
“Nononononono-NO-no-pl-pleeeease!”
The sensation was too much for her. She had never felt something so brutally intense for such a length of time. Neither pleasure nor pain had ever been so powerful and lasted for so long. And that pleasure just kept growing stronger. It was like being trapped on the absolute apex of orgasm but never being able to cross it, but the apex merely rose higher and higher under her feet.
Her body gave out before the vine did. Avina felt herself be taken to that apex faster than she thought possible but forced to endure the raw brain-melting experience for longer than anyone was meant to. The vine had only been fucking her for maybe a minute or two and she was already screaming as her body was thrown into orgasm with the speed and grace of a semi truck careening into a gas station.
Her mouth opened wide as the scream kept ripping out of her and tears streamed down her face. She was as able to resist the sensation only as well as she could the physical restraint and it wasn’t long until even the screaming gave out. Her voice faded as she ran out of breath and was left helplessly panting as she struggled to take a deep breath.
But the vine hadn’t finished with her. It was too durable, too intent on ruining her forever. Avina felt the burning fade as she came, just to surge in intensity immediately after. It was like her body was being hijacked. Like she was being rewired to experience pleasure beyond human reason. The vine kept pumping faster, Avina eventually started screaming in orgasmic collapse once more, and then being driven over the edge soon after.
Again and again and again, she was forced to endure ever strengthening eruptions of mutilating pleasure. All while the vine kept going without any sign of slowing down. Avina reached her fifth climax as each new apex came at her faster and faster. Her voice was already giving out but her body was thrown into a new frenzy of motion
“I can’t!” she cried, “I can’t take it!”
Avina pulled and kicked and flailed hard enough to shake the couch beneath her. Her hair whipped across her body as every part of her thrashed against her captors. It was a sudden and violent burst of energy she didn’t know she had left in her. Avina had never fought with so much animalistic desperation. The vines didn’t appreciate this new, undesirable behavior.
As if to punish her, the vine slipped free of her and hung arced in the air again. Avina’s head twitched as she turned to stare at it. Light gleamed off its slick amber-coated surface. Avina was left shaking and writhing in the absence of her torture yet her heart started racing ever faster as she saw what the vine was doing.
It twitched and pulsed, the motion rolling up from below and out to its tip. Avina watched the tip flick upwards at the end of the strange motion. Amber fluid leaked out with each undulating force and a part of her begged for it to be done. For its vigor to be spent and its release at hand. Her begging and pleading hope was met with retaliation. She realised the motion was doing something.
Each motion thickened the vine. It was growing and the twitching worsened as it did. It had been thick enough already but Avina watched as it just kept growing and growing. In one final burst of mutation, the vine flicked straight up and stiffened for a moment before falling down onto Avina’s belly. Her eyes burned with tears as she saw how much bigger it had become. It was now at least as thick as her arm and its tip had swollen even bigger than that. It had become a true battering ram and she knew it would break her.
The vine regained its strength and rose to loom over her. It hovered mere inches from her face, dripping its amber fluid over her chest. Avina watched in terror as it continued to creep closer and closer until it was all she could see. She felt the fluid drip onto her twitching lip. She didn’t know what to do or what it wanted. Or if it really wanted anything.
“Please don’t…” she whined.
It remained there for a moment, bobbing and twitching but doing nothing to communicate. Avina’s mind raced and she found herself trying something to possibly appease it. She opened her mouth and slipped her tongue under the swollen tip of the vine. She licked it slowly, her tongue trembling as she forced it to make contact.
The amber fluid tasted like cantaloupe and made her tongue tingle. Her jaw shuddered as a drop fell from its tip and landed squarely on her tongue. Avina gasped and tried to keep licking, having to fight the tingling weakness spreading through her face. Her eyes shut tight and her teeth flashed as her lips peeled back. The sensation was almost nauseating in how powerful it was and Avina worried that too much of the fluid might have a more painful effect.
Yet she kept licking, kept trying to keep the vine pleased or distracted enough to avoid its spiteful assault. The vine remained where it was for a time, seemingly content to allow its prey to do whatever it was doing but soon, without exact cause, it rose away from Avina. The vines, all of them, seemed to shift and tense for a moment before loosening again. They moved about in slow movements before suddenly snapping into place. It became a cycle of loose swaying and sudden, violent tension.
The tendrils came toward her, then suddenly pulled back. Avina was pushed into the couch and then pulled toward the edge, over and over. She could feel her binds flexing and writhing as their grip tightened and loosened. This cycle grew faster and more violent as time went on. Avina fought against the pulling and pushing as best she could but the fear of what could be happening and how it might harm her dominated her mind. There was one final hard push, and then one last pull as the vines let go of her in their rapid retreat away from the couch entirely.
Avina was thrown clear of the couch and landed hard on the floor with a pained cry. Her heart was racing but her mind was suddenly keenly aware that this was her only chance for escape. She could hear something banging around behind her; knocking things to the floor amid the soft thumbing of swollen vines flailing and shifting still. Avina rose fast and fell faster as her legs gave out the moment she put her full weight on them.
She cried out as she tumbled forward and only just caught herself as she hit the floor again. Being held open and subjected to orgasmic misery had left her legs screaming in agony as blood flowed back into choked extremities and muscles struggled to regain their strength. Avina panted and whined as she fought the weakness, fought the pain and residual pleasure still wracking her core.
Avina steeled herself, took a deep breath and threw every bit of resolve she had into rising and running as fast as she could. She was up and running before she could even really process anything. No thoughts, just an eruption of pure and focused will.
Avina rounded the couch and leapt across the writhing organic mass slamming against the floor. She ignored the seizing pumpkin still on the table and landed almost well enough to not throw herself into the wall to her left. She bounced hard and winced as she hit the wall to the right, sending decorations tumbling away but still she kept moving. She heard some noise behind her, some loud thump on the floor but ignored it as the front door was now just in view.
Her legs threatened to give out as she reached it but Avina didn’t waver. She hit the door hard and got her hand on the knob. She cursed and whined at the locks sticking as they always had. Her legs shook and her heart beat painfully in her chest as she twisted the stubborn deadbolt all while strange sounds continued to pick up in intensity behind her.
“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease…”, she cried as her eyes flicked back and saw movement in the light of the TV…
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The camera panned out from a lingering shot of a large cauldron filled with bubbling green liquid that shined like oil in water and bellowed glittering plumes of green smoke. Avina was stirring the liquid with a thick wooden spoon before bringing a small sip of it to her lips. She blew on it and then tested it with a few smacks of her black lips.
“Oh, hi there! Don’t mind me, just whipping up a batch of juice that makes plants really, really horny. Watching the movie got me all hot and bothered, so I figured I’d make a few more magically mutated gourds for a little extra fun. Aren’t potions neat?”
Avina tasted the liquid again, this time with a look of building criticism on her face. She turned and muttered about needing more of something sweet. She snapped her fingers at the sight of a jar of gummi worms sitting on one of her shelves. It began to slowly levitate across the room, bobbing up and down on a barely visible wire, until it was in reach for her to open the top and drop a few wiggly treats into the brew.
With a flash of light and some loud crackling, Avina watched as a number of wriggling tendrils began to slither out from their bubbling bath. Avina bit her lip as one of the fat tendrils slipped up between her breasts and came to rest close to her face. The camera cut closer to see her smooch the tip of the tendril before blowing a kiss to the camera as the scene faded to black…
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Avina begged almost to the point of screaming as she wrenched the door open and threw herself through it. She felt the chill fall air on her skin and could smell bonfires in the distance…or maybe just fires. Sirens blared and somewhere she thought she heard screaming but chose to believe she was just hearing the TV. She ran outside and felt her left foot touch the rough concrete walkway…but never felt her right foot touch anything.
Before she could get even two steps free from her torment, a swarm of vines shot forth from the dark of the hall behind her. They wrapped around her waist and lifted her up into the air. Avina flailed and kicked and screamed, did everything she could in some wild and terrified struggle.
“No! NO! Please, someone!”
Her eyes flashed from house to house, hoping anyone might see her desperate struggle and come to help her. She saw no one as the vines pulled her back into the house. Back into the dark for the creature to resume its punishment.
Avina was hurled backwards, released by the tendrils just before she slammed onto the ground with a pained groan. Her eyes were still open, still fixed on the front door. She tried to get up again but as she bolted forward her right foot remained. Something was holding her and caused her to fall forward as her leg couldn’t break free.
Avina hit the floor again and tried to pull herself free with her arms and free leg but failed to find anything to hold onto as the vine began wrapping around her shin and pulled her further into the home. She was yanked back hard and flipped hard until she lay on her back. Her eyes stared in disbelief at the shambling thing now rising to stand over her.
Its gross, bloated head lulled and shook as it struggled to stand upright. Vines had burst from the pumpkin until its exterior was recognizable more for its color than any familiar shape. Vines spread out below it in a vague and grotesque mockery of the human form. Avina saw a bundle of vines shift forward with the stability and grace of a broken leg, soon followed by the other. It faltered and stumbled into the side of the couch, throwing its left ‘arm’ back to take hold of the table.
Avina watched as the table lurched and more pumpkins fell to the floor in loud thuds but her assailant slowly fell over the couch. It began to rise again, its body illuminated in the flashing light of the TV. Avina saw its head turning. She saw the face she had drawn on in marker. Vines had bored through its eyes in two pointed stalks. Its mouth was a misshapen grin of wriggling tendrils. It stared at her for a moment as if it could actually see her and Avina could do nothing but watch it continue its awkward, inhuman march towards her.
She tried to pull at the vine on her leg but it was too thick and tough for her to break. Something new glinted in the edges of her view, however. Her head snapped left to let her see that one of the knives had fallen from the table when the pumpkin pulled on it. Avina, coaxing one final surge of resistance from her aching body, rolled onto her knees and threw her arms forward to scramble towards the knife. It was her one hope, just out of reach of her clawing hands but she still gave it her all to reach it.
More vines shot forward and wrapped around her arms, swiftly pulling them back behind her. She was lifted up onto her knees but still bent forward in an awkward position. Avina couldn’t move much as the vines carefully wrapped over her limbs to be sure she could never escape again. She was held tight and in place as she felt something growing closer.
Her head hung low, her long hair falling to the floor before the vines sought to hold onto that, too. Her hair was pulled back out of her vision which left her unable to hide from the horrid jack-o-lantern face now leering at her from behind her shoulder. The lumbering, awkward thing fell behind her and pressed itself close. She felt its loose body shifting around on her skin while the face kept its gaze on her.
Avina shuddered, her eyes widening and staring at what was to come. Something had slithered in between her thighs and rose to show her her new torment. She saw that vine, the one that had attacked her with an undeniable malevolence, was throbbing with renewed vigor. It pulsed and swelled like before but something was different. Avina watched as its smooth exterior began to bulge at random spots. Something was trying to break out and soon enough she saw them. Fat nubs began to dot the exterior and gave the vine the appearance of a spiked club.
The vine retreated and Avina felt it rubbing against her once more. She was tired and her body had nothing left to give. She stared out into the half-open doorway in the pitiful hope that someone might come to help her. It was all she could do as she waited for the vicious pleasure to finally break her.
The vine wasted no time. It plunged deep into Avina, uncaring if she was ready or not. She tensed under its grasp and she screamed louder than she thought she could. There was no build up this time as the monster pumped into her as fast and hard as it could. Avina shrieked and cried, her body unable to handle the horrid pleasure being forced into her.
Her ass quaked from each impact and her thighs tensed and wobbled as her leg muscles struggled to relax. Her breasts bounced hard beneath her in flashes of pale skin and glinting metal. Avina could barely keep her breathing regular as she was forced through a constant cycle of violent screaming, desperate gasps and agonized silence. All thoughts drained from her. All hope had bled free.
She wasn’t even sure how long it had been fucking her. She was wracked with orgasm after orgasm, her body becoming too weak to hold itself up and nearly hanging limp in the pumpkin’s grip. She stared at the floor and all she heard beyond her own voice was the DVD menu music looping, sirens outside and the brutal plapping of the creature behind her. Yet she still wasn’t experiencing the true end.
The vines stiffened and the fucking grew even faster. Avina screamed as she had, feeling the soft pointed nubs deep within her. The jack-o-lantern lifted its fat, hideous head to the ceiling as if in some silent howl. Avina felt the burning hot release flood her, and heard its cum splatter onto the floor as the creature still didn’t slow down. It still hammered into her even as it came, sending more and more of the amber fluid pouring out in a mess splayed across the floor.
Avina’s mind snapped for a moment. Whatever drug was in that fluid, she wasn’t prepared for such a huge dose of it at once. Her head rose and she stared out into nothing, unable to form a coherent thought as her body experienced an unending orgasm that rippled through her like a series of rapid aftershocks. Avina felt suddenly tired, then frantically awake, then back to lulling off. It was a struggle to hold onto her consciousness and she was gradually losing. She didn’t know what would happen to her if she couldn’t stay awake but she could neither form the thoughts of what was to come, nor could she do anything to stop it.
She blinked, and when she opened her eyes she was lifted up. The vines had lifted her to lean back against its body. Her legs were held open and she could still hear more amber cum splattering on the floor. Her head fell to one side as her strength left her more and more as time dragged on. All she could think–when she could think–was how long had the assault even been? How long would it be? She blinked again, maybe for too long, and heard new sounds.
Her eyes slowly half opened to new figures standing before her. She tried to lift her head and see them, tried to open her eyes and focus. Her mouth opened to mumble some barely intelligible plea for help. She was met with silence which only drove her to try and open her eyes fully.
“...Please…no…”
This was all she could muster at the sight of the other pumpkins, now all risen and standing like the first. Their heads all bloated and hideous from the vines rupturing and spreading from within. Avina didn’t fight. She just felt her head fall back to the side as one of the pumpkins approached. She felt it try to get inside her despite the first pumpkin still claiming her pussy for itself. There was some struggle she barely felt and soon it was sharing her hole with its leader. The rest took whatever place they could around the two as they both stretched her beyond what she thought she could handle.
Avina could feel both thick, nubby cocks slamming into her. She could feel other vines wrapping around and fucking her tits. Two vines slipped into her mouth, then a third and went down into her throat. Her eyes were empty and her body was spent. Yet she could still feel pleasure. She could still feel even as her mind slipped away for the last time.
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The strange space came back into view with Avina sitting cross legged in a circle of grinning, leering jack-o-lanterns. She had one uncarved pumpkin between her legs and a huge, glinting kitchen knife in her hand. She was aiming it down at the gourd in her grasp, one eye closed and tongue stuck out the side of her scrunched mouth. It took her a moment to notice the camera and light up with a giddy smile.
“Well hello! I hope you enjoyed watching my latest monstrous masterpiece as much as I loved filming it!”
Avina flicked her finger off the side of the knife as she shook and shimmied in place. Her eyes flicked to the jack-o-lanterns around her and then back to the camera with a knowing look.
“Sorry, these guys aren’t about to give you a free double feature. These ones are actually just for normal decorations!”
Avina rested her face in the palm of her left hand while mindlessly jabbing the top of the pumpkin with the tip of the knife.
“No, tonight I’m working the bar at Howlers so I gotta be ‘reasonable’ and wait until its knotting time! But I do hope you’ll find your way back in time for our next feature of spooky cinema. Who knows, maybe Howlers will let us film a special there! Be good, my little ghouls! Buh-bye!” Avina said, waving to the camera as it seemed to fly away and above her until the screen faded to black for one last time…