The Forest — cardex

Deep in the countryside of China, there is a small patch of forest. From within it the sounds of screaming and laughter can be heard. The plants are sentient, capturing any hiker, foolish enough to investigate the noises they hear. Vines will restrain the victim, holding him or her in place while they tickle them for sustenance. A large fleshy vine will force its way down their throat, feeding them a thick slime that will give near immortality, ensuring the plants can keep them for a long time. The vines can grow brushes, tongues, tendrils, sharp claws, and other implements of tickle torture. They can exude itching pollen and oils that increase sensitivity and ticklishness. If their victim becomes aroused by the tickling, they will grow a hard wooden shell around their genitalia, acting as a chastity belt. If they aren’t, then the plants will use itching powder and feather like appendages to force them into a state of arousal. Overtime, the plants will absorb them, growing wooden layers and bark, first over their body, then over their faces. Eventually, all that will be seen is their vulnerable, tickled feet, their pleading eyes, and possibly their noses to breathe from. After enough time, all that is left is their feet, exposed to the elements, being tickled for the rest of their lives, which can last centuries or longer. The plants know no mercy, and always seek to inflict the most intense tickling possible. Tickling is always first and foremost in the plants intentions. While they will force orgasms from their unwilling and unaroused victims, they will tease and never allow their aroused victims to climax. They will either keep them in a state of perpetual denial, or far far far more frequently lock them in wooden chastity. The forest will never give them pleasure, only tickling torment and denial frustration.

You are a hiker on holiday in China. While exploring a forest, you hear laughter in the distance. You go to investigate it, and eventually find a small clearing. In it, you see dozens of feet sticking out of trees, each being tickle, tortured in some of the most cruel and intense way as possible. In front of you, you see the last hiker that this caught. He is bound to the ground and the trunk of a tree buy roots, there is a long vine sticking down his throat, as tendrils tickle every inch of exposed flash that gets a reaction. It is now too late for you.

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after following the sound of laughing for a half hour, you think you finally found the source. You sit down your backpack and move just a little closer. As you do, you see what looks like sets of feet, some masculine, some feminine, sticking out of trees around you. Each one is restrained and being tickled by vines and tendrils, some twitching, and some straining against the wood and vines that holds their toes still. In front of you you see what looks like another hiker, in some distress. He is stripped naked, and held in place by vines. His arms are held above his head, his head is held to a tree, and his legs are secured to the ground by wood covered in bark. Next to him or his clothes, and he looks at you with pure desperation, begging for help. His entire body, especially his feet is being tickled, ruthlessly by the very vines and plants that have him restrained. Next to him, you see a pair of feet sticking out of the ground, covered in a yellow pollen that seems to be itching the mercilessly, as they twitch in agony. You try to take a step back, but there’s already vines around each your ankles, and smaller tendrils working their way down your socks. Other vines are approaching, and you can sense your time is limited

As you try to run the tendrils begin snaking into your booths, splitting the seams so they fall off, exposing your socked feet. Soon two tendrils with sharp points snake up your shirt and begin scritching across your ribs, gliding gently and sending waves of ticklish panic across your chest. The vine in your mouth exudes a sweet slick substance and begins working its way down your throat. This nectar is what has kept the other victims alive and suffering for so long, and with it you too will become an immortal part of the forest A vine with a pompom like attachment approaches your bare feet. An orange pollen drips off. The pompom begins dancing lightly tapping your toes, coating them with the pollen. In just under a minute you begin to feel a light tingle that soon develops into a maddening itch. You try to wiggle your toes to get some off, but other small vines come and hold them back, so you can’t do anything to help the itching sensation. More vines with mouth and tongue like flowers approach and begin licking your soles and armpits, the ‘saliva’ being an oily substance which heightens your ticklishness even further. You try to help but are silenced and the tongues lick and poke and suck at your ticklish trapped flesh

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