The Garden of Unearthly Delights

What hellish domain is this, where the vines creep like serpents and the flowers gape open like hungry vagina dentata, ready to devour all? It is the Royal Garden, and within it a lady of the court named Tulip is enveloped by some rustling leafy thing, it's numerous stamens and pistils penetrate her orifices and bring her to screaming orgasm. As Tulip gasps and moans, another girl, Lily, daughter of the Countess Filimachnarae, enters the pebbled paths of the Garden. Without warning, she is dragged up by her ankles and wrists up into a copse of tall trees where her screaming lingers for hours. Her trials and torments endured unseen but not unheard.

A maid of the Palace, Blossom often enjoys sitting in the garden, the sweet smell of the flowering blooms engendering a lust between her thighs. She will spread her loins wide and rub herself silly before accepting a creeping vine's pulsing pod within her secret heat. Quickly Blossom is nearly crushed by the mass of roots and jism spitting plant parts that come to surround the delicate flesh of her limbs.

In another part of the Garden, Foxglove the Huntress wanders. She is lithe and fit as befits a maiden of the forest, and her dark desires have been aroused by rumors of the Palace. She soon finds them true as her clothing is shredded and her smooth cunt forced open by an invading plant tendril of mindless insemination. Her womb swells, as does all her sisters of the Garden, with new life... seedlings... seed pods to breed yet more poisonous specimens for the Royal Court to enjoy.

At the center of the Royal Garden is Rose. She is impaled upon a giant briar. Her blood weeps down the cruel thorns piercing her flesh. There is no flower upon them but her. She almost seems to glow a rosy pink hue as befits her namesake. Rose, the thorns and her pool of blood feeding the roots that impale her; all are covered in a great crystal dome. She is a Rose under Glass.

Why was she placed there? Is it some punishment for crimes real or imagined? Is she there to serve some sadistic vision of art, bound and forced to submit to the vision of a madman? These questions mean little, for Rose is now a Flower of the Garden, now and forever...