//Tags: bittersweet ending, alraune, imprisonment, rape, restraints, lewd, yandere, cuddling, short story, modern day monstergirl setting
 
Alraune
 
You are backpacking through the forest on this chilly autumn day. It began to rain a few hours ago, but you've got your poncho on. Falling autumn leaves blow past you in the fierce gale. You really need to start paying more attention to those weather reports. You just want to get to a good campsite before the trail starts to get too muddy. You need to get out of this rain.
 
Suddenly you hear a woman’s scream, somewhere off to your left. You quickly run in that direction to see if you can help. Thunder and lightning ring out over the pouring rain. SOMEONE HELP ME! You hear her scream again, much closer this time.
 
You come across an alraune, its petals all closed up. Or a liliraune, judging from those screams. It must have just grabbed some poor woman! Time to be a hero. You drop your pack, pull out your pocket knife and stealthily approach the plant. Rain runs down your blade as you creep up on it. You are surprised at how calm you feel. You are pretty sure it can't see you if it's all sealed up like it is. You yank aside the petals and dive in, ready to deliver a deathblow to the main body and rescue the poor girl.
 
You are instantly grabbed by vines everywhere, faster than you would have thought possible. It's like it was waiting for you. You struggle and try to slash at the vines but they are too strong and too numerous. They wrap around all your limbs and pull tight to pin you spread-eagled on the fleshy wall. You look around the interior of the plant, trying to see the liliraune or her victim. You see only the liliraune looking back at you with a self-satisfied smile.
 
“My my my, look what we have here. I caught myself a hero.” she coos to you with smug superiority. “Let her go!” You bravely shout back to her. “Ahhhh, but there’s only the two of us here!” She says barely containing her own amusement. She screams right in your face and then trails off into maniacal laughter. Its the same scream you heard before. It was this alraune this entire time. It was all a trick, and you walked right into her trap. Thunder rings out again, enhancing her aura of dark ingenuity.
 
She reaches out and plucks the pocket knife out of your pinned hand. “No! Let me go!” you shout at her. “I've been waiting years for someone like you, hero. You aren't going anywhere.” She begins to slice through your clothing very slowly using the pocket knife, as through she is savoring this moment. She lifts up a bit of your poncho and cuts along the seam before pulling it off, then reaches her hand through the pedals and throws it outside into the storm. Then she lifts and cuts through your shirt. “S-stop!” You stammer, becoming less brave by the second. She completely ignores you. She pulls your shirt open by sliding her hands all across your chest, spreading some kind of slime as she goes. The shirt follows the poncho outside.
 
“Mmmmmm... handsome too.” She says as she admires your muscled bare chest. You tend to be physically active; you are a backpacker after all. She runs her hands across you again. She leans in to kiss you, but you jerk your head away. “A real fighter, this one.” She says with a condescending smile. A vine snaps out and grabs you by the throat, pinning your head tight against the wall.  She holds your head still with both hands as her tongue slips past your lips. You violently buck and strain against the vines but they don’t budge. Her tongue slides over your clenched teeth and she grinds her lower body against your crotch.
 
You start to feel some kind of fluid spill into your mouth from hers, something sweet and sticky. It flows past your teeth and begins to fill your mouth. You try to spit it out, but she has you in a hell of a lip lock. Finally it begins to force its way down your throat from sheer fluid pressure. You drink and drink and drink, tears of frustration and shame running down your face as she forces this concoction into you.
 
She finally breaks the kiss and observes you. “Feeling a bit more cooperative?” You aren't. You don’t want to be here, and you don’t want her. You are beginning to get a hard on, and you feel warm. Feverish. Your skin feels more sensitive. Its some kind of horrible rape drug, but you had already guessed that much from the source. “Go fuck yourself.” You say to her. She just smiles and says “I've got you for that.”
 
She starts slicing your pants off. She cuts them off with your pocket knife bit by bit as she avoids her own vines. Finally you are totally naked, and she chucks your destroyed pants and the knife out of the flower. She eyes your swollen manhood with lusty glee.
 
“I've been waiting so long for this. Give it to me!” She says as she lines up your cock with her crotch and thrusts down on you in one swift motion. You are completely engulfed in her sticky cunt, and you moan out involuntarily. “Yes, that’s right, take it!” She groans out as she begins bucking her hips against you. There is nothing you can do, you are totally bound by the vines.
 
Her fucking gets faster and faster as she rides you. She rests her hands on your shoulders as she begins to fuck you with maddening speed. “I’m going to break you! Turn you into my mindless cumpump!” She screams as her hips become a blur of motion. You are trying hard not to cum, to not give her what she wants, but its almost impossible. No one could withstand this much pleasure. She is moaning and grunting as she pounds you relentlessly. Finally the last of your will breaks down and you start to jizz. You spurt on and on, fat ropes of cum flying into her depths. You cry out involuntarily as your eyes roll back in your head. The sensation of being inseminated drives her over the edge and she takes you as deep as she can as you pulse your submission into her womb. She cries out as her cunt contracts down on you, milking you in waves for every drop you've got.
 
As the afterglow starts to wash over you both she seems to calm down. She rests her head on your shoulders and cuddles her whole body against you. Her arms are wrapped around your back, running under the vines. You are both breathing hard, her chest heaving against yours. The rain makes a soft pitter patter as it runs down the outside of the flower. You rest this way for a long while. She seems to be very relaxed; that orgasm seems to have done wonders for her.
 
“I didn't mean what I said earlier, about breaking you. I... I don’t know why I said that.” She says as she shakes her head in embarrassment. There is another long silence, with just the two of you breathing as she rests against you. “I guess I got a little carried away.” She pulls back a little and looks into your eyes. She begins to give your shoulders a reassuring rub. “Your the first man I've ever caught. You are only the second I've ever seen, for that matter. We are a long way from civilization out here. Years of loneliness can really get to a person, you know?” She looks sort of sheepish now, like she regrets what happened earlier.
 
It looks like she's got an acute case of Rapist's Remorse. This happens sometimes once a monster gets their fill. Maybe you can use this to get out of here. “Well, its ok I guess. I wouldn't want to be trapped all alone out here either.” You say to her. “I didn't choose this spot you know. My seed just blew here randomly and here I am. At least this far out we won't be disturbed.” This is starting to go in a direction you don’t want. “So, how about letting me go?” You suggest.
 
“NO!” She almost shouts. All of her vines tighten against you. “I won't go back to how it was before. Back to being alone. Back to the hunger. I won't! You... you don’t know what its like! I need you. You are my food. It's like permanent starvation, only... only I’m not even granted the mercy of death. I can't even do anything about it because I can't move from this spot, and men come by so rarely.” Her voice is bitter, steely. It sends chills down your spine. You are starting to think you aren't going to get out of this one.
 
“You are going to stay here with me. Forever. You will like it here! I promise. You are going to be my husband, and i'll be your wife. I'll make a great wife, you’ll see.” Now her voice sounds like pleading. “Anything you want, anything I can give you. It's yours.” “I just want my freedom.” You say to her in a resigned voice.” “No, no no, I can't give you that. I already told you. You're staying. This place will start to feel like home before you know it. Just give it time.”
 
She sees you looking at her with contempt. "Think about it this way. You burst in here trying to save a woman. You succeeded! You are saving me. Just not in the way you expected. I guess what i'm trying to say is: you will always be my hero."
 
You sigh. God dammit. This lunatic is never going to let you go. You are going to be trapped here forever. She is pretty, of course, beautiful even, but you already have a life out there. Your parents will wonder what happened to you. Friends, coworkers, everybody. They won't even have a body to bury. You sigh again.
 
“Well, how about a back rub then.” You say. You might as well get comfortable with her. She squeals with glee and starts kissing you all over. “Yes, yes of course. Anything for my husband.” She is beaming from ear to ear. She repositions her vines so that you are face down on the flower's floor and she starts to rub your back. She uses that slime she seems to excrete like massage oil as she rubs you down. This is actually not so terrible. You get kind of lonely your own self sometimes.
 
At least you are out of the rain.
 
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