Tie Me Up Buttercup
by Fiona Florence
Copyright 2012 Fiona Florence
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Amy sighed, twigs crunching under her boots as she clambered over another fallen tree trunk. She had been walking through the woods for over an hour now, really wasn't dressed for it and was starting to get bored. She was wearing army boots, which were the one sensible part of her outfit which included a short black ruffled skirt with net underskirts to make it flare out; and a tight red velvet corset top that clung to her curves. A wide hairband matching the dress held back her long deep red dyed hair, but the walk through the woods had so far left her hair more than a little dishevelled, with twigs and leaves caught in it despite her best efforts.
A lot of her friends in the goth scene were pagans, and she had always been interested in their beliefs, though she was starting to think that communing with nature was overrated. The idea was that she would go for a long walk in the woods, trying to commune with nature on a summer afternoon, and at the least it would be a nice peaceful way to spend the day. Instead, she was tired, too hot, and had been scraped by twigs and branches more than she would like. To make it worse, she wasn't even sure if she was going the right way. None of the trees here looked like the kind she had seen on her way into the forest, and she was fairly sure that she should be going downhill by now.
She could see what looked like a clearing up ahead and pushed her way through the undergrowth, not caring as twigs scraped across her bare legs, making her way into the small open grass-covered clearing, surrounded by tall trees, the sun filtering down through the canopy of branches overhead. In the centre of the clearing was a large rock, easily six feet across with a flat top, which she grateful sat on, leaning back and catching her breath. At nineteen, she was still single although not for lack of trying. None of the boys at college were interesting, and unfortunately her best friend Ella was a tall, slim girl with a perfect model's figure who got all the attention. Amy's curves got appreciative glances, but next to Ella, she was always second best.
Now that she was able to relax, Amy looked around and realised that the little natural clearing was actually very pretty. Ringed by tall trees, the clearing was a grassy area with patches of bare sandy earth around five metres across, with a large flat almost square stone in the centre. Above, branches from the trees crossed over, forming a kind of natural roof, sunlight filtering through the leaves and giving the clearing a warm green-tinted glow. It was very quiet, the only sound was the rustling of trees and distant birdsong, and Amy felt a wave of tiredness sweep over her, exhausted after the walk here. The afternoon was warm, and she found the rock surprisingly comfortable as she lay down, curling up and resting her head on her arm. Lulled by the peace of the clearing, Amy had only really intended to completely relax for a time, but she found herself drifting slowly into sleep.
“Wake up, sleepyhead!” The voice was female, bright and perky, and sounded like someone trying to hold back laughter, “You don't want to sleep the whole day away!” Amy jerked awake, not sure if she had dreamed the voice, blinking and then opening her eyes properly to see bright green eyes looking into hers. “You're awake! Great, I was worried you might not wake up at all!”
Amy pushed herself upright, wondering who had found her in the woods, then gasped, pulling her legs up to her chest, a hand to her mouth. “Who... who the hell are you?” She paused, looking at the woman who had awoken her, not able to fully process what she was seeing. “What the hell are you? Am I still asleep?”
Perched on the edge of the rock, squatting facing her, was a woman, but not a woman like any Amy had ever seen. She was very pale, with bright green eyes that were the colour of a grassy field and long straw-blonde hair. She was stark naked, only her squatting position with knees drawn up, her hands resting on her calves hiding her breasts and sex from Amy. But what had made Amy gasp were the large shimmering translucent purple and blue butterfly wings lazily beating in the air behind the woman. “You're not asleep,” said the woman with a bright smile, “And I'm a fairy. My name's Buttercup Starshine, what's yours?”
The woman's tone was so matter-of-fact that Amy couldn't help but respond. “I'm Amy, nice to meet you. Wait... Buttercup? Fairy? I am so dreaming!”
Buttercup smiled, standing upright, arching her back and raising herself onto her tiptoes, showing off small pert breasts with dark pink nipples and a glimpse of her pussy between her legs, then jumped into the air, somersaulting and then hanging in front of Amy in mid-air, her wings silently beating. The sight of the fairy, who was a similar height to Amy, seemingly hovering, took Amy's breath way. “You're not dreaming, I told you that!” Buttercup moved a little closer, her face inches away from Amy's, her eyes sparkling, “But you were sleeping until I woke you! This is my home, and you were kind of trespassing!” With a grin, she patted Amy's cheek, her slim fingers warm and soft. “But it's okay! I like you, so I won't be too mean!”
Confused and slightly scared, hoping that this was all a dream, Amy stood up, stepping off the rock and backing away from Buttercup, towards the edge of the clearing. “Look, this is a little weird for me,” Amy said, “I think I have to go now...”
“No, that's not how it works,” Buttercup said, flitting through the air, twisting and turning, exposing a perfect body as she did so, smooth skin catching the sunlight. “You came here, you fell asleep. Do they not still tell stories about what happens to people who do that?” Landing on the ground, she took the Amy's trembling hands in hers, then gave a slow smile. “What happens is that the bad fairies take them away, and keep them.” She laughed happily, “But do I look like a bad fairy or the good kind, who grants wishes?”
“Uh, I guess the good kind..” Amy said, her hands gripped firmly by the fairy, “I mean, you're not that scary...”
Letting go of Amy's hands, Buttercup pointed towards the rock, “Then sit back down, Amy. I have something to tell you.” Amy slowly walked back to the rock, then sat down, hugging her knees, looking over at Buttercup, who slowly rose into the air. “Amy,” said the fairy with a grin, “There are no good fairies. We're all bad. Terribly, terribly bad. And you fell asleep here, so you're all mine!”
Before Amy could react, Buttercup snapped her fingers and with a soft creaking sound, tree roots twisted up out of the ground and slid over the rock, wrapping around Amy's wrists. Crying out with sudden fear, Amy wrenched at the wooden bonds holding her, but the roots held her firmly, the bark scraping against her skin as she tugged and tried to pull herself free. With a slow remorseless movement, the roots pulled her arms towards opposite corners of the rock, pulling her down onto her back, her arms spread wide over her head.
Amy squealed, kicking her legs in the air as Buttercup leaped up and hovered over her, smiling down, looking down at her. “Oh dear, is this not how you wanted to spend your afternoon?” As Buttercup snapped her fingers again, two more roots snaked up from the ground, twining around Amy's ankles, forcing them apart and tugging her legs down against the stone, so that she was held spread-eagled, flat on her back. Any gasped for breath, terrified at what was happening to her, and at the strange fairy girl hovering in the air above her.
Buttercup floated down, until Amy could feel the fairy's naked body brushing against her through her clothes. “Now I've got you just where I want you,” said Buttercup happily, her fingers stroking Amy's face gently, then hooking under the edge of her velvet top and tearing it from Amy's body with a sudden jerk. As the fabric tore, Amy cried out, wrenching at the roots holding her in place with all her strength, but the wood simply creaked a little and didn't budge. “Bye bye clothes!” Buttercup's perkiness was maddening as she threw the shreds of Amy's corset top to the ground, yanking Amy's lace bra away next, exposing her large breasts and making Amy blush with shame even as she trembled with fear.