She tried her hardest to ignore each soft stroke of her fingers. The tingling against her soles driving her mad, forcing her legs to twitch and by extension her bindings to rattle. To add to it, Vera doesn't like to keep her mouth shut when she's won, and her voice coming through the wall, as faint as it is, is still causing the vines to move ever closer to her.

Her body began to shake with gentle laughter, trying her hardest to not make a sound. The orange on her face was beginning to match her red hair. She closed her eyes tight, and tried hard to think of anything that could take her mind off of those claws spidering up and down her soles, scratching at her heels, slipping between her toes. She managed to find serenity, despite the tickling being impossible to ignore, but with it she was able to keep her laughter to a minimum.

That was, until Vera decided to get dirty.

She could feel a soft bite press down on one of her toes, the sudden ticklish sensation instantly snapped her back to reality as she let out a sudden yelp. She opened her eyes to see that her noise had alerted the vines and they slowly made their way towards her.

She wanted to whimper, she wanted to squeak, she wanted to make any noise as Vera resumed her fiendish strokes. But she had to endure, as it would only get much worse. She was more prepared for her nasty tactics and attempted to bring herself back to peace.

What she hadn't prepared for was the one eager vine that had already made it's way to her stomach and gently stroked against it. She leaned forward, letting out an audible gargled squawk.
This time, there were no 2nd chances. The vines were now locked-on to her location, and began to slowly worm their way towards her. The vine now touching her stomach added so much more to her misery, as all her focus was distracting herself from her feet. She could no longer ignore it, and began to mix in soft, audible whimpers with her cacophony of muted giggles, as the inevitable was almost here. She tried lifting her knees, closing her thighs, anything to get rid of that one pest, but all it did was make more noise. Before long, she was at the point of no return.

One vine started to stroke her chest. Another wormed it's way under her shirt. As her giggling became more audible to Vera, the wicked scorpion decided to add more torment on her soles, bringing in more hands, more tools. A rather vigorous vine began to tug at her shirt, and rip it a little. Despite her best efforts, it was over. No amount of training could have prepared her. She leaned forward, took one final deep breath, then laughed...

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Part 2 of this thing I was doing at some point, because Olga's had it coming.

Will be scrapped later.

Olga is belong to mine
Vera is belong to  Idiotxd