Chapter 4: How to Crimp a Heroine’s Free Will
Serina was no longer in the elevator. Chronos, Midas, all of that was so terrifyingly far away if it even still existed. Not even a memory of that place, or the life she’d lived there, still lingered.
All that existed was the small grove of trees that surrounded her, and Forêt as leaves rained down around them.
Both women were naked, but it felt less to Serina as though they were lacking clothes, and more as though they existed outside of any place where clothing had ever existed, or been appropriate to don. Their nudity was erotic, but also pure and primal.
Comfortable in the strange clearing, Serina melted into Forêt’s open arms. She moaned both as she felt their breasts pillowing together, and the warm, tender embrace of the impossibly beautiful divinity that was Forêt. Safe, loved… Feels like she’d never let go… Serina’s eyes fluttered shut as Forêt’s lips slowly pressed against her forehead.
The wet smell of foliage in the air mingled with the rising scent of their shared arousal. Shifting her body against Forêt, finding all of the places they fit together as though their bodies were sculpted for such intimacy, her skin was rewarded with a unique sensation. Instead of mere slick smoothness or a carefully cultivated fuzz between Forêt’s thighs, Serina felt something more akin to a smooth moss over her lover’s lower lips.
“We will always have this place, together…” Forêt spoke in a low voice that was knowing and seductive. An aura of amusement and pleasure still suffused every word just as it always had before but now it was impossible for the quivering, embraced woman to feel as though it came from anything other than a complete mastery of the world around them. “So long as you do as I wish you to do, so long as you obey my simple requests…”
“O-obey…?” Serina whimpered. The word tasted bitter in her mouth and sank nauseously through her body. “Why… Why do you want that?” A shiver moved down Serina’s spine, bringing with it a feeling of unease and uncertainty.
Forêt knows so much, she understands so much, but… to obey, to… She shook her head, her green eyes full of distress and muted terror. Did she trick me here…? Where is… here…?
So much like the night before, Forêt placed a warm, smooth, soft finger to Serina’s lips. “Shh, Serina…” Though she had never told the demigoddess her name, no anxiety rose in response to it being spoken. If anything, the use of her name made the heroine more easily yield to the desires of her lover. “You are now so distant, pulling back in your fear because you now believe that I will use this to harm you. Trust me, Serina, and allow me show you how little this will be the case.”
The finger at Serina’s lips moved lower, tracing a path to her neck. Their eyes locked, gazes twined together as Forêt moved her finger down along the outer curve of Serina’s breast, and then towards her navel before moving down between her legs.
Every time Forêt’s finger moved, Serina writhed and groaned.
Her eyes were no longer full of flowers, vines, and other plants. Rather, her pupils had changed, taking the shape of flowers with six petals.
Forêt purred as she began to ease her fingers along Serina’s slit, her touch both soft as a feather and yet as firm as a coiling vine. “Obeying me is simply what’s best for you, Serina. Doing what you’re told will make it so you can be held by me every moment of every day… so long as you serve me.”
“S-s-serrrve… y-youuu…” Serina whimpered, her lip quivering. “But I… I want… But we… Can we… Can things be… different… between us…?”
The forest goddess smiled in a way that felt like it would make everything better. She smiled in a way that perfectly suited the rubbing and stroking of her fingers as they beckoned Serina’s hips to buck and her thighs to clench with ever greater pleasure.
For a moment, or an eternity that felt like a single breathless moment, everything seemed as though there were no possibility for anything but pleasure or delight.
Worrying about Forêt, with Forêt… So silly… Serina whined, her breath catching as she felt her pleasure soaring higher and higher. Release, and an ever more sweet feeling of melting into her lover’s arms in post orgasmic bliss, felt nearer with each moment. She’s so divine… How could anything with her not be perfect…?
She whimpered in confusion. Her hips still rolled with the rhythmic stroking. Her eyes still stared soulfully into Forêt’s. Instead of deeper despair, confusion gripped tighter.
“You must obey, and I must command. That is how things must be between us…” Forêt’s lips brushed Serina’s as Forêt’s fingers skillfully glided along Serina’s pearl. “You feel better when you please me, when you serve me, Serina. There’s nothing either of us can do about this. That is the way things are, the natural, wonderful way things are. You adore how this feels, no?”
“Y-yessss…!” Serina cried out, her whole body shaking as her first orgasm made its way through her body. “I-I… I adore how this feels… I… I must… obey…!”
Forêt grinned, nodding so slowly as her fingers continued to stroke with greater and greater firmness and not even the faintest hint of a pause. A warm breeze blew through the forest, scattering more leaves as Serina nearly fell to her knees from ever greater pleasure. Everything Forêt said made so much sense, even if deep parts of her mind were crying for Serina to resist, to strain, to struggle, to refuse.
None of that was stronger than the desperate, lustful craving to earn more of Forêt’s favor. None of that was more deeply reasoned than the soul-consuming need to be exactly what Forêt wanted her to be to earn more of the perfect, wonderful pleasure she provided so readily.
Her voice felt like it spoke to deeper parts of Serina than any other voice ever had, and it was impossible for her to do anything but crave more. “Then you’re going to obey me… and I’m going to command you. That’s why you’re going to join Chronos. That’s why you’re going to refuse Her secretary’s offer for candy, and you’re going to accept any terms She sets on your contract. You want to be with me, to be for me, and that means being a part of Chronos. You don’t care what that costs you, or what that means. Say it, Serina.”
“I-I… I don’t care… what that costs me… or what it means…! Ohhhh…! I need to be a part of Chronos…!” Vines rose up from the forest floor, slowly coiling around Serina’s legs as lust flowed along her thighs. “I w-wont… secretary… candy… I… Chronos, yes, yesss…!”
“Good! It is so very easy for you to do what you need to do, no? It is so easy for you to focus on what is important to you.” Forêt purred, her eyes hooding lower and lower as she curled her fingers deeply inside of Serina’s pussy. Her other hand grasped at Serina’s cheek, forcing their shared gaze to continue. “It’s your only choice.”
Serina nodded frantically as she gasped for every breath. All of her bare skin was glistening with a sheen of sweat, lust, or both. Her eyes were glassier by the moment, another petal growing out from the center of both of her pupils as the vines climbed higher up her body until they were making their way around her waist. “E-easy…! Veery easy… focus… only… choice… yes… yes… yes…!”
Forêt laughed. It was a warm bedroom laugh at the same moment as it was a laugh of victory, of success, of the deepest, most self-satisfied pleasure. Her French accent sounded louder in this forested clearing, as though she was torn free of inhibitions that Serina hadn’t even been aware could exist within such a powerful, primordial figure.
Vines curled around Serina’s arms, squeezing them to her sides. Following the lust flowing between her legs, vines made their way inside of Serina’s pussy, thrusting deeply and making Serina scream even louder.
The vines absorbed all of the lust flowing from her drenched pussy. Pulsing the same green that had once shone from deep inside of her eyes, the vines reached up and enveloped her shoulders, and then replaced Forêt’s hands in holding her face.
More vines slid through her hair, teasing her scalp like a lover’s nails.
“You will obey, Serina. You belong to the forest now, and the forest will take such perfect care of you.” Forêt purred, her lips brushing Serina’s as she spoke. “All you need to do is surrender all that you are, and dedicate yourself to fulfilling my every whim, desire, or request…”
Yet more vines thrust past Serina’s mouth, filling it and leaving her with no room to speak, only able to suck on the vines as they enveloped and held her so powerfully.
“You belong to me, now, Serina.” Forêt kissed her pet’s forehead, her beautiful green eyes hooded so low they were only thin slits of dazzling beauty. “You’ll find that trust is so easy when you don’t need to make any decisions for yourself, or have any concerns for anything besides serving.”
Serina came, moaning around the vines filling her body. Everything faded to green as leaves fell over Serina’s eyes, and vines held them in place.
So completely enveloped, and claimed, the forest that Forêt grew inside of Serina had fulfilled its purpose. There remained no way the woman could meaningfully struggle, and the pleasure the vines brought her strengthened their hold with each shudder of her vulnerable, sensitive body.
There was nothing Serina could do but drown in the pleasure Forêt forced through her, and surrender.
Livewire returned to herself with a gasp. She was no longer in the forest, and she could no longer remember where it was, or how she’d suddenly found herself there. It was easy to remember every touch, every orgasm, every sensation of those possessive vines, but it had made so much sense a moment ago and now that understanding was gone.
What… was that…? Why do I feel so…
“Are you ready to serve me now, Livewire…?” Forêt slowly teased her thumb across Livewire’s cheek. Her touch was slow, but her grasp of the woman’s face was powerful and irresistible. "You are ready to obey, and feel ever greater pleasure, no?”
“I… Y-yesss, Forêt…! I… Ohh…” Serina trembled. If she wasn’t able to lean back against the elevator behind her she would have crumpled down to a heap on the floor. “What did you do…? When you said that, it felt like I knew what I needed to do, and doing it, I felt so… It feels… Like those vines are still holding me, like… They’re all wrapped around who I am, what I am, and they’re squeezing…”
Her voice grew quiet, shy, uncertain as she whispered with blushing cheeks.
“E-especially between my legs…”
Forêt laughed, slowly shaking her head as her hand pushed Livewire’s jacket aside and reached underneath to slowly caress over the black of her tank top where it covered her breast. Livewire groaned, her body rolling to press needily into Forêt’s caress. She did nothing to pull away.
Her pupils were still stretched, shaped like flowers with distinct, round petals.
“The vines are still holding you, Livewire. Inside.” Forêt hooded her eyes, grasping Livewire’s breast before giving it a hard, firm squeeze. “Because you’re mine now, Livewire. That’s why when this elevator reaches the top, you’re going to march your way into Her office and accept any terms she sets. You will deny Her nothing. You will serve me by offering yourself to Her in every way you possibly can…
“You wouldn’t want to…” Her thumb teased around Serina’s stiffened nipple, coaxing it to rise ever higher in response. “Disappoint me…” Her thumb flicked, striking at the tip in a way that made Serina wither and sink back against the elevator with a pitiful mewl. “Would you, Livewire?”
“N-n-noooo… Not… disappoint… I don’t… want…” Serina whimpered, her heart sinking as she felt a cool sensation sink along her spine. “I’ll offer myself to… Her… I… Ohhhh…” Livewire’s hips jerked forward, her thighs clenching tighter as she felt the vines clutching her pussy just as powerfully as she felt Forêt’s hand on her breast. “Why…. How do you… do we… say Her like that, I don’t… I don’t understand…?”
Forêt’s smile softened, and she slowly slid her free hand’s fingers through Serina’s dark brown hair. “You will understand soon, Livewire. You will understand all that you need to understand, and I do not think it will be long before you are willing, and eager, to simply belong to me for the rest of your life.”
“Th-the rest… Belong... To you…” Serina whimpered, still grinding into Forêt’s touch as the elevator let out a bright, cheerful “ding”. “You… you tricked me. I trusted you and you… you…”
Forêt’s finger pressed to Livewire’s lips again, silencing her as the doors opened. Using her grasp on Livewire’s breast, she turned the heroine around until her back was to the door, and used the finger on her lips to shove Livewire out of the elevator.
“You do not have the luxury to stand around aimlessly and pout, ma fiche èlectrique.” Forêt pointed behind Livewire, and the heroine shuddered. “I have commanded you, Livewire.
“You have no other choice but to obey.”
Livewire scowled, her brow set, her lips twitching. Inside of her vines held her essence, her soul, her brain, but Livewire struggled against it. She gritted her teeth, ignoring the impulse to turn and march into the nearby office. She resisted the urge to respond how eager she was to obey while showing Forêt how helpless she was to do anything else.
Can’t… Let her win… Can’t… Just… Need… Must… N-no…!
Every moment she didn’t turn and stroll away as commanded, the vines squeezed tighter. They were internal, magical or spiritual or some other force that Serina couldn’t understand, but they still made it so utterly impossible to breathe. Her lungs were compressed, or they were being commanded to feel like they were being compressed.
Emotionally, her need to please, to serve, her aching need for emotional validation, all of it was swelling like a looming fear of being alone, of being cast aside, of never feeling that finger on her lips again.
She felt smaller, more powerless and weak.
The strength drained from her limbs. The color drained from the world around her. Agony squeezed Livewire tighter than any vines could.
“I must obey…!” Livewire choked out the words, spinning on her heels. She wasn’t sure if she’d done so, or if her body had taken over in her moment of pitiful weakness. “I will… offer… myself… to Her…!”
The agony abated instantly, and the vines squeezed at every sensitive part of Livewire’s body and mind as it became so much easier to breathe. The world became so much more vibrant.
Everything was so much easier when she obeyed.
“Good girl, Livewire!” The elevator door began to close, but Livewire didn’t turn to watch Forêt disappear from her sight. She only tried her best to feel relief for the absence, instead of a crushing longing for her presence to return soon. “I’m sure you won’t disappoint me!”
The elevator began to descend, and Livewire stumbled clumsily towards the door to Her office. She was pale, and her lips shook as she fought to keep her eyes free of tears.
What have I gotten myself into…?