Xin
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The day of Amelia’s marriage was quickly approaching. It seemed like yesterday that she was just leaving her Ladies school to discover the wider world. But on returning home to her family, she discovered that her wedding was truly on the cards, especially for her mother who was anxious to get rid of her youngest daughter to a wealthy man, or so it seemed. Amelia would have much rather returned to her studies, she had a keen interest in Botany and the study of flowers and plants and wished more than anything to pursue this, but it seemed to her she would be confined to whatever small piece of garden she was given in her new home, Mooresly Manor.
Mooresly Manor was a large dreadful looking house, grey in colour, with several ominous towers at its four corners. It was owned by her future husband, Mr. Moore, and his old mother. Though neither of them were well placed in society, they had a considerable fortune, and Amelia knew that with a woman’s touch, they could be convinced to show themselves more at parties and the occasional race meet.
Amelia herself was extremely beautiful, but not in the way that was typical. She was curvy and hated wearing a corset, had dark brown silky hair and hazel eyes. Her face had a slight tan, compared to the pale skin that was all the fashion. Any man would have been attracted to her, but she had chosen Mr Moore for his kind character and seemingly caring nature.
It was a cold Sunday morning when Amelia’s carriage pulled up in front of the manor. She looked out of the window hesitantly, the house looked completely foreboding.
“Oh, do move with some haste Amelia, can’t you see the rain moving this way!”
Said her mother, obviously irritated by the long journey, sitting beside her.
It was true, the rain moved fast over the moors, and Yorkshire seemed to be quite wild, in a way Amelia loved. The vast open spaces exited her with thoughts of exploration. Amelia stepped daintily out of the carriage. She was wearing her best heavy red velvet gown, high necked, buttoned up for modesty and a small bustle on the back. The dress was pretty, but not too showy; her mother had picked it especially for the planning of the wedding.
Amelia looked up. There at the doors stood Mr Moore. He was a tall gentleman, slightly older than Amelia’s 21 years, perhaps 30. He had beautiful blond hair and sparkling blue eyes which seemed to light up with Amelia’s very presence. She smiled and gave him a small wave whilst waiting for her mother to step care fully out of the carriage door.
They entered the house quickly and the hours seemed to fly by. They were greeted by Amelia’s new mother in law, and shown around the manor by Mr Moore and the head butler, Marlowe, it was much larger than Amelia expected. The house seemed to stretch on forever towards the rear of the grounds. Amelia looked out of a large window. The views were beautiful, the large garden at the back, was stopped suddenly by the vastness of the moors which seemed to reach into eternity.
Something caught her eye though.
Towards the back of the house’s garden, sat a fairly large, lonely greenhouse. She could see inside, thousands of Vines and creepers swarmed upwards towards the light, trying desperately to grab whatever sunlight they could. She squinted trying to see further inside, until she bumped her nose on the window and let out a small cry of shock.
“Looking at the old greenhouse my dear?”
Said an old, kindly voice from behind her.
“Oh, Mrs Moore!”
Said Amelia taking a deep breath and turning around, smiling.
“Yes, I was. Those Plants don’t look native though, creeper vines are usually found in far more tropical countries.”
Amelia could have sworn the old lady had grinned for a second, but she shook it from her mind.
“Oh yes, the late Mr Moore was a keen botanist, as I am told by my son you are?”
The old woman looked interested.
“Well, I do have a keen interest in flora and fauna that is true.”
Replied Amelia smiling gently.
“Well, this is yours now”
The lady reached slowly into her pocket, pulling out a small grey key.
“This will let you into the greenhouse, if you wish to see it, I recommend now, before it rains, the walk through the garden would get you very wet otherwise.”
Amelia took the key in her hand carefully and placed it in her small bag.
“Thank you Mrs Moore, I think I shall”
Amelia smiled again, turning and heading down the stairs, out of the smaller side door and into the vast garden.
~~~~~~~~~
Amelia’s walk across the garden seemed to take forever. The garden itself was over grown, covered in spilling over vegetable patches and wild flowers. It was beautiful, but not in the classical way, in a wild and un cut one. Amelia pushed her way through a patch of large wild poppies, coming to the door of the greenhouse sooner than she imagined. The glass was discoloured, she could hardly see through it.
She lent forward slowly pulling the small key out of her purse and placing it in the door, twisting it slowly clockwise. The door clicked, and creaked open slowly. Again Amelia walked forward nervously surveying the insides of the great glass building. Inside it was amazing, like another world. Amelia gasped.
The humidity hit her like a brick wall. This room had not been opened in a few years. Plants covered all of it, except the small white marble path which led deeper into the depths of its huge cavernous insides. Amelia took a few small steps inside, leaving the door propped open slightly. Some of the plants inside were extraordinary. One beautiful climber was covered in pretty pink and red blooms, each one letting out a pungent sweet aroma. Amelia took a deep sniff. She swirled around slightly, the scent was overwhelming.
She reached up to her neck, un doing the first few buttons of her dress to let some air at her skin. It felt wonderful. Still feeling odd from her deep breath, she reached the middle of the greenhouse, finding a gorgeous statue and fountain, still spitting out water.
Suddenly she heard a bang. The door was shut. Amelia quickly walked back to the entrance, to find when she pulled it, it was locked. With no place to put the key on the inside of the door. Amelia pulled a few times but to no avail. She stood thinking to herself.
“Mrs Moore knows I’m here, they’ll probably all be down here in 20 minutes to look for me…”
Amelia, still feeling tired from the heat, walked back to the fountain, carefully picking a red flower and placing it in her dark hair as she walked. Slowly she began to drift in and out of consciousness on the small wooden chair that was by the fountain. Images began to drift through her mind, plants , vines, creeper all moving slowly towards her , she smiled, hearing birds, doves, coo
outside the glass, slowly and surely falling asleep……
~~~~~~~~~
Amelia woke slowly. How long had she been asleep? Hours, minutes. She hated this confused feeling and her head felt dull and achy from the heat. She began to stir, moving her arm from the side of the chair it had been positioned in….but it would not move. Her arm was stuck to the chair, as she soon discovered so were her legs and her other arm. She woke up quickly, looking down and seeing a mass of green creepers wrapped around her legs, holding them down, the same vines were wrapped around her arms. She pulled hard, but this only seemed to make them grasp onto her harder.
The chair began to move slowly, tipping backwards. Amelia screamed once, but quickly found her mouth covered by a rather large leaf that at sprung up from one of her sides. Mumbling quickly she felt more whippy vines at her upper legs. The chair was moving slowly now, being dragged into the undergrowth away from the fountain and the bright sunshine.
The creeper around her feet began to move quickly now, each one pulling at her tightly laced boots, at the laces and the sole trying to prize them from her feet. It did not take much, soon her boots were sent flying through the sky, landing with a splash in the fountain now quite some distance from her it would seen. The vines still worked, crawling up her legs, pulling at her thick stockings, and tugging at her dress, whilst the vines wrapped around her and chair kept her in place tightly.
Amelia groaned, the feeling of the thick creepers against her thighs felt decidedly wrong, but somehow right. If she closed her eyes, they felt like human hands. They were still tugging down there at her stockings, but now, thicker, quicker vines were un buttoning her dress revealing her white under dress, shiny bright from the rich red of her gown. Her stockings came off revealing her perfect white feet. Her toe nails were pearly white, and her feet small and dainty.
Her dress was also pulled away, leaving her in the frilly white under dress, her arms and legs bare. Her hair was loose also, her rich brown lock tumbling down her back.
Amelia breathed hard, the large leaf still covering her mouth. She watched the vines caress her body slowly, then suddenly quickly. She let out a very small giggle. With that the vines began to move with more intent, moving over her body, her sides and her neck as though they were feeding from her reactions.
The thick large leaf was removed from her face, and she grinned, a full smile across her face. The plant began to tickle her more furiously now, all over her body, Amelia let out a large laugh.
“Oh pleaseplease please do stop, pleaseplease, PLEASEPLEASE AHAHAHHEHEHAHAHHO OH OH OH PLEASE PLEASE OHOHHEHEHAHAHHAHAHEHEHEHEAHAHAHEEH…”
The vines now worked down towards her feet, playing in-between her toes and licking the soles of her feet. The flicked at her feet, making her struggled even more to escape from their clutches. Amelia moaned again, why did she feel pleasure from such a thing as this? These vines, maybe it was because they had no motive, she was just chosen and they craved human contact. She knew of plants that cringed from touch, but non that actually fed from the act. The vines seemed to revel in her tinkling laughter and pained expression as they continued to mercilessly tickle her beautiful feet.
“Oh Please Please stop, I beg you please, PLEASE PLEASE OH AHAAHAHAHAOOH OOOOH HEHEHEEHEAHAHAHAHAHEHEHAHA PLEAS EPLEASE, NONONONON AHAEHWAHA AHAHAHEEAHAHAHEAHAHAHAHEHAHAHAHAHHAHEHAHAHEHAHAHAHEHHHAHAHAH NO NO NO NOOOOOO HEHAHAHAHEAHAHHAHAHEHEHEAHAHA…”
The vines obeyed her wishes for a moment, allowing her to catch her breath, her once evenly coloured cheeks, now flared bright red. She felt as if the plant was cooing around her, admiring her almost. It began to work its way up her body again this time touching and playing with her soft white neck. The plant seemed to be secreting some juices, as if imitating a human tongue licking Amelia’s neck. This made her shiver with delight, but she still writhed with laughter begging it to stop….
“NONONONON, PLEASE STOP, LEAVE ME ALOOONE PLEASE PLEASE HAHAHAHAHEHEWHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHEHEHAHAHAHEHAHAHAHEHHAAHAHAH OH OH OH NO NONONONO HEAHAHAHAHAAHAHEHAHA…”
The vines concentrated on her feet and toes once more, still secreting the watery substance, making her feet slick and soft, and increasing her feeling. Amelia was grinning now, drowning under the very touch of the plant, tickling her soft and beautiful feet, feeling the pain and pleasure wash over her virginal young body……….
~~~~~~~~~
“Amelia….”
“Amelia…..”
Amelia opened her eyes with a start. She was still in the green house. She shook herself off mentally and looked around. She was fully clothed, still sitting in the small wooden chair, her shoes still firmly on. Out of the wilderness surrounding her came Mr Moore, striding with purpose.
“Oh here you are my dear, my mother said she’d given you the key to this place, but you’ve been gone for quite a while…I thought…I…well, it doesn’t matter does it....you’re fine, are you fine? Would you like a drink, some water perhaps…”
Amelia listened to his concern all the time looking around her, wondering what had just happened. How could something that felt so real possibly be a dream.
“Come my dear, we must get you into the house, this place is very hot….”
Mr Moore held her hand and led Amelia out of the greenhouse quickly. He looked back just in time to see a small thick vine retreat into a larger bush. Mr Moore smiled, his father’s greenhouse still had some secrets. He closed the door behind him, locking it from the outside, with his own key, still smiling.
“Now come Amelia, you must see my exotic feather collection I think you would find them quite….surprising…”
Mooresly Manor was a large dreadful looking house, grey in colour, with several ominous towers at its four corners. It was owned by her future husband, Mr. Moore, and his old mother. Though neither of them were well placed in society, they had a considerable fortune, and Amelia knew that with a woman’s touch, they could be convinced to show themselves more at parties and the occasional race meet.
Amelia herself was extremely beautiful, but not in the way that was typical. She was curvy and hated wearing a corset, had dark brown silky hair and hazel eyes. Her face had a slight tan, compared to the pale skin that was all the fashion. Any man would have been attracted to her, but she had chosen Mr Moore for his kind character and seemingly caring nature.
It was a cold Sunday morning when Amelia’s carriage pulled up in front of the manor. She looked out of the window hesitantly, the house looked completely foreboding.
“Oh, do move with some haste Amelia, can’t you see the rain moving this way!”
Said her mother, obviously irritated by the long journey, sitting beside her.
It was true, the rain moved fast over the moors, and Yorkshire seemed to be quite wild, in a way Amelia loved. The vast open spaces exited her with thoughts of exploration. Amelia stepped daintily out of the carriage. She was wearing her best heavy red velvet gown, high necked, buttoned up for modesty and a small bustle on the back. The dress was pretty, but not too showy; her mother had picked it especially for the planning of the wedding.
Amelia looked up. There at the doors stood Mr Moore. He was a tall gentleman, slightly older than Amelia’s 21 years, perhaps 30. He had beautiful blond hair and sparkling blue eyes which seemed to light up with Amelia’s very presence. She smiled and gave him a small wave whilst waiting for her mother to step care fully out of the carriage door.
They entered the house quickly and the hours seemed to fly by. They were greeted by Amelia’s new mother in law, and shown around the manor by Mr Moore and the head butler, Marlowe, it was much larger than Amelia expected. The house seemed to stretch on forever towards the rear of the grounds. Amelia looked out of a large window. The views were beautiful, the large garden at the back, was stopped suddenly by the vastness of the moors which seemed to reach into eternity.
Something caught her eye though.
Towards the back of the house’s garden, sat a fairly large, lonely greenhouse. She could see inside, thousands of Vines and creepers swarmed upwards towards the light, trying desperately to grab whatever sunlight they could. She squinted trying to see further inside, until she bumped her nose on the window and let out a small cry of shock.
“Looking at the old greenhouse my dear?”
Said an old, kindly voice from behind her.
“Oh, Mrs Moore!”
Said Amelia taking a deep breath and turning around, smiling.
“Yes, I was. Those Plants don’t look native though, creeper vines are usually found in far more tropical countries.”
Amelia could have sworn the old lady had grinned for a second, but she shook it from her mind.
“Oh yes, the late Mr Moore was a keen botanist, as I am told by my son you are?”
The old woman looked interested.
“Well, I do have a keen interest in flora and fauna that is true.”
Replied Amelia smiling gently.
“Well, this is yours now”
The lady reached slowly into her pocket, pulling out a small grey key.
“This will let you into the greenhouse, if you wish to see it, I recommend now, before it rains, the walk through the garden would get you very wet otherwise.”
Amelia took the key in her hand carefully and placed it in her small bag.
“Thank you Mrs Moore, I think I shall”
Amelia smiled again, turning and heading down the stairs, out of the smaller side door and into the vast garden.
~~~~~~~~~
Amelia’s walk across the garden seemed to take forever. The garden itself was over grown, covered in spilling over vegetable patches and wild flowers. It was beautiful, but not in the classical way, in a wild and un cut one. Amelia pushed her way through a patch of large wild poppies, coming to the door of the greenhouse sooner than she imagined. The glass was discoloured, she could hardly see through it.
She lent forward slowly pulling the small key out of her purse and placing it in the door, twisting it slowly clockwise. The door clicked, and creaked open slowly. Again Amelia walked forward nervously surveying the insides of the great glass building. Inside it was amazing, like another world. Amelia gasped.
The humidity hit her like a brick wall. This room had not been opened in a few years. Plants covered all of it, except the small white marble path which led deeper into the depths of its huge cavernous insides. Amelia took a few small steps inside, leaving the door propped open slightly. Some of the plants inside were extraordinary. One beautiful climber was covered in pretty pink and red blooms, each one letting out a pungent sweet aroma. Amelia took a deep sniff. She swirled around slightly, the scent was overwhelming.
She reached up to her neck, un doing the first few buttons of her dress to let some air at her skin. It felt wonderful. Still feeling odd from her deep breath, she reached the middle of the greenhouse, finding a gorgeous statue and fountain, still spitting out water.
Suddenly she heard a bang. The door was shut. Amelia quickly walked back to the entrance, to find when she pulled it, it was locked. With no place to put the key on the inside of the door. Amelia pulled a few times but to no avail. She stood thinking to herself.
“Mrs Moore knows I’m here, they’ll probably all be down here in 20 minutes to look for me…”
Amelia, still feeling tired from the heat, walked back to the fountain, carefully picking a red flower and placing it in her dark hair as she walked. Slowly she began to drift in and out of consciousness on the small wooden chair that was by the fountain. Images began to drift through her mind, plants , vines, creeper all moving slowly towards her , she smiled, hearing birds, doves, coo
outside the glass, slowly and surely falling asleep……
~~~~~~~~~
Amelia woke slowly. How long had she been asleep? Hours, minutes. She hated this confused feeling and her head felt dull and achy from the heat. She began to stir, moving her arm from the side of the chair it had been positioned in….but it would not move. Her arm was stuck to the chair, as she soon discovered so were her legs and her other arm. She woke up quickly, looking down and seeing a mass of green creepers wrapped around her legs, holding them down, the same vines were wrapped around her arms. She pulled hard, but this only seemed to make them grasp onto her harder.
The chair began to move slowly, tipping backwards. Amelia screamed once, but quickly found her mouth covered by a rather large leaf that at sprung up from one of her sides. Mumbling quickly she felt more whippy vines at her upper legs. The chair was moving slowly now, being dragged into the undergrowth away from the fountain and the bright sunshine.
The creeper around her feet began to move quickly now, each one pulling at her tightly laced boots, at the laces and the sole trying to prize them from her feet. It did not take much, soon her boots were sent flying through the sky, landing with a splash in the fountain now quite some distance from her it would seen. The vines still worked, crawling up her legs, pulling at her thick stockings, and tugging at her dress, whilst the vines wrapped around her and chair kept her in place tightly.
Amelia groaned, the feeling of the thick creepers against her thighs felt decidedly wrong, but somehow right. If she closed her eyes, they felt like human hands. They were still tugging down there at her stockings, but now, thicker, quicker vines were un buttoning her dress revealing her white under dress, shiny bright from the rich red of her gown. Her stockings came off revealing her perfect white feet. Her toe nails were pearly white, and her feet small and dainty.
Her dress was also pulled away, leaving her in the frilly white under dress, her arms and legs bare. Her hair was loose also, her rich brown lock tumbling down her back.
Amelia breathed hard, the large leaf still covering her mouth. She watched the vines caress her body slowly, then suddenly quickly. She let out a very small giggle. With that the vines began to move with more intent, moving over her body, her sides and her neck as though they were feeding from her reactions.
The thick large leaf was removed from her face, and she grinned, a full smile across her face. The plant began to tickle her more furiously now, all over her body, Amelia let out a large laugh.
“Oh pleaseplease please do stop, pleaseplease, PLEASEPLEASE AHAHAHHEHEHAHAHHO OH OH OH PLEASE PLEASE OHOHHEHEHAHAHHAHAHEHEHEHEAHAHAHEEH…”
The vines now worked down towards her feet, playing in-between her toes and licking the soles of her feet. The flicked at her feet, making her struggled even more to escape from their clutches. Amelia moaned again, why did she feel pleasure from such a thing as this? These vines, maybe it was because they had no motive, she was just chosen and they craved human contact. She knew of plants that cringed from touch, but non that actually fed from the act. The vines seemed to revel in her tinkling laughter and pained expression as they continued to mercilessly tickle her beautiful feet.
“Oh Please Please stop, I beg you please, PLEASE PLEASE OH AHAAHAHAHAOOH OOOOH HEHEHEEHEAHAHAHAHAHEHEHAHA PLEAS EPLEASE, NONONONON AHAEHWAHA AHAHAHEEAHAHAHEAHAHAHAHEHAHAHAHAHHAHEHAHAHEHAHAHAHEHHHAHAHAH NO NO NO NOOOOOO HEHAHAHAHEAHAHHAHAHEHEHEAHAHA…”
The vines obeyed her wishes for a moment, allowing her to catch her breath, her once evenly coloured cheeks, now flared bright red. She felt as if the plant was cooing around her, admiring her almost. It began to work its way up her body again this time touching and playing with her soft white neck. The plant seemed to be secreting some juices, as if imitating a human tongue licking Amelia’s neck. This made her shiver with delight, but she still writhed with laughter begging it to stop….
“NONONONON, PLEASE STOP, LEAVE ME ALOOONE PLEASE PLEASE HAHAHAHAHEHEWHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHEHEHAHAHAHEHAHAHAHEHHAAHAHAH OH OH OH NO NONONONO HEAHAHAHAHAAHAHEHAHA…”
The vines concentrated on her feet and toes once more, still secreting the watery substance, making her feet slick and soft, and increasing her feeling. Amelia was grinning now, drowning under the very touch of the plant, tickling her soft and beautiful feet, feeling the pain and pleasure wash over her virginal young body……….
~~~~~~~~~
“Amelia….”
“Amelia…..”
Amelia opened her eyes with a start. She was still in the green house. She shook herself off mentally and looked around. She was fully clothed, still sitting in the small wooden chair, her shoes still firmly on. Out of the wilderness surrounding her came Mr Moore, striding with purpose.
“Oh here you are my dear, my mother said she’d given you the key to this place, but you’ve been gone for quite a while…I thought…I…well, it doesn’t matter does it....you’re fine, are you fine? Would you like a drink, some water perhaps…”
Amelia listened to his concern all the time looking around her, wondering what had just happened. How could something that felt so real possibly be a dream.
“Come my dear, we must get you into the house, this place is very hot….”
Mr Moore held her hand and led Amelia out of the greenhouse quickly. He looked back just in time to see a small thick vine retreat into a larger bush. Mr Moore smiled, his father’s greenhouse still had some secrets. He closed the door behind him, locking it from the outside, with his own key, still smiling.
“Now come Amelia, you must see my exotic feather collection I think you would find them quite….surprising…”
