Ava stared at her murkily lit ceiling, bored. The TV in the corner droned on, some kind of late night informercial begging her to call in right now and buy a new oxford grey grille, and the phone of the filter in her fishtank burbling just loud enough to be annoying. The teenager sighed and rolled onto her side to gaze at the wall, glancing at her cellular telephone phone CRT screen to check the time. Nearly two in the morning. She already knew the next day at school was going to suck, even if she went to sleep now. An approximation struck her, though. If she was going to be tired anyway, why not go out for a bit and find something deserving being tired about ? Ava wondered if her boyfriend, Ben, would be at abode. Without even bothering a text to ask him first, she leapt from bed and headed for the window. Luckily, her way was on the penetrate story. Sneaking out was practically what that windowpane was made for !

She shimmied through the window into the tender summer night, struggling a bit to get her hips to fit. It might have been perfect for sneaking out, but her ass wasn't.

The walking to Ben's house wasn't terribly long, but a diminished brushwood of trees separated the two and it was much faster to just go through them than around them. She'd even gone through the woods in the daylight and used her dad's hatchet to cut a low path through them so the prickly weeds wouldn't be able to scratch her ramification up anymore. Ava was giddy with anticipation, her warmness thrummed almost uncomfortably fasting in her breast as she picked her way over the choppy terrain. In her pocket, her phone buzzed. It was Ben, and he'd just informed her he wasn't going to be back from his Friend's household party for another few hours and that he'd catch her tomorrow. Ava's marrow sunk and dashing hopes fell upon her in a heavy cloud. She was already halfway to his house, too. But then an melodic theme tickled the back of her mind. Ben's older brother Sam would be family, and she'd not overlooked how he tended to stare at her when she was over. The short-change blonde grinned and simultaneously felt dumb for not having thought of it before. Ben and Ava had a difficult, on again off again human relationship that was riddled with infidelity, mostly on Ben's part, and so she thought of it as a bit of revenge. No harm done.

The lady friend stuck her earphone back in her air pocket and realized she was a picayune lost. She'd been so caught up in her scheme she hadn't been watching where she was going, and now she couldn't see the course or her house anymore. She sighed angrily and shone he phone's flashlight at the ground, retracing her stair as well as she could remember. Just as tears were beginning to goad the turning point of her eyes and fear crept up on her, a sharp pain in her ankle joint sent her to the solid ground. She'd twisted it on a stray tree diagram root, and it was already turning black. The girl really started to cry then, loudly and shuddering sobs that only soul who was sure they'd die could create. A little dramatic ? Maybe, but Ava was that type of girl anyway.

She pulled herself onto her manus and knees with a grunt, only to finger something cool wrap itself around her uninjured ankle joint. Ava shrieked and kicked her leg, but with a sudden forceful tug she was being dragged along the ground on her venter, her shirt was rolling itself up over her head in the conflict and in a despairing endeavor to go on her mobility she squirmed out of it and tried to turn over down and pincer at whatever had her. The thing on her ankle joint was placid and felt sort of like a big vine, but no measure of digging her nails into it seemed to bother it. Ava screamed for assist and thrash, but there was nothing she could do as it pulled her toward a holler at the base of a tree tree trunk, and then inside it.

No sum of kicking and screaming helped, and it ended up making her throbbing ankle joint sense forged to boot. Ava sobbed as the vine dangled her precariously in the air, the sound of glibly moving ... matter moving around the underground cavern filling her ears. A few arcsecond later another tentacle came along and wrapped itself around her other leg, politely avoiding her harm ankle joint, and then two more for each arm and one around her midriff. It suspended her in a place situation and she instantly felt better without the parentage rushing to her head. Surprisingly, a 5th one appeared from the dark and caressed her fount, wiping away the stream of salty tears. All of the vines felt oddly warm and silky, like they were alert in a more mammalian way rather than being a flora, and eventually Ava calmed down and her cries simmered down to sniffling.

It was pitch night and mute aside from the wet sounds of whatever plant she was caught in ... moving around ? She didn't think plant life could move, but it didn't seem like it was an brute either. She waited for a few second in muteness and just as she was about to squall out, a midget version of the big strong vines holding her crept along her calfskin, winding and twisting around it like it was a tree trunk to be used for support. Her tegument prickled with goose pimple and she panted fearfully as it slid up her leg, onto her thigh and began to nose around at the hem of her shorts leg. She whined and tried to kvetch her legs free, but the plant was far too substantial. What was more gross than anything was the weird, despicable meat the whole matter was coated with, almost like a escargot might be.

The first-class honours degree small vine was joined by another one of the Saame size of it that joined in the poking and tugging on her other leg, and within a few minutes it'd figured out how to sour her shorts off. Ava's mouthpiece went dry, and she wished she'd worn underwear tonight. The girl bent her legs at the knees and brought them together as much as the flora would allow, but the cool underground air still prickled at her saucily shaved backtalk. Her heart pounded and she squinted her eyes shut, willing herself to tranquilize down. Whenever Ava was very nervous or excited, her pussy got wet. And this was no exclusion.

It was like the vines could smell her, and even as she clamped her knees together they couldn't be deterred. The bad vines around her branch pulled up toward her chest and allowed her pegleg to close, although the emplacement only served to make her more vulnerable. Two tiny vines, the same ones from before she guessed, searched around her quivering ass impudence as if looking for something. As soon as the wet tip of one caressed her gather dickhead, Ava squealed and tried to act only to find herself totally immobilized now.

The plant seemed to be acquisition, because the second vine needed no help finding her now soaked pussy. It was gentle in its probing, never doing anything more than mild caresses on her outside lips. It actually felt Nice, and Ava felt herself relaxing a bit. No boy had ever paid so much aid to her pussy before- they were too worried about their own joy.

She felt her bra being tugged on and then pushed up to expose her tits, which were promptly attacked by two More vines that suctioned themselves onto her nipples hungrily. Somehow they applied suction, and Ava moaned loudly both in fear and pleasure. Her pussy was wetter now, some of the lubrication dripping down between her ass cheeks, and the vines down there squirmed and wriggled happily in the liquid. Her clit grew surd as she grew hornier, and within just a few minute of arc the tiny nub protruded just the tiniest amount from between her tightly shut pussycat brim. Her head lolled backwards and her backtalk was agape love, and now instead of wanting to shut her legs she was fighting to get them undetermined.

"Please,"she moaned, to no reply.

The modest, civil vine that'd been playing with her cunt lip retracted and she nearly cried out at the personnel casualty, but the sense datum of something gravid and hotter kept her tranquil. It poked clumsily at her privileged thigh, leaving strings of thick liquid on her skin anywhere it touched, before finding its target. Her snatch lips parted easily for it, but she quickly realized it was far too large for her. It rested its tip just between her lips, only the very uppermost parting of it anywhere near small enough to rest at the orifice of her pussy, and Ava grew worried. It was almost as if it was thinking.

Smaller vines returned, snaking along the shaft of the big one until they too rested just at the entranceway of her vagina, and she squirmed her hips down onto them just to try and get some wiz back. The titan vine retracted, leaving its smaller vis-a-vis behind who wasted no time at all.

One, and then the other slide slowly into her kitty. They were only the thickness of pencils and so she couldn't feel them much at first gear, but then she felt them commence to swell. A cryptic moan wracked her and she wanted so badly to beam her deal between her leg to her hard, begging clit. No such circumstances, as the vines still held her tightly.

Her hips bucked and she cried out in thwarting as the two vines inside her grew slowly from pencils, to dry erase marker, to finally the size of cucumber. Why wouldn't they just prompt ? Ava cried out for them to make out her, which earned her nothing but a jolt from the vines inside her as they twitched. Her orgasm was so finale, and it was like this pudding head plant was teasing her.

"Please !"She shrieked, bucking her rose hip against the vines deep in her.

The works seemed to hear her this time, and they began to pump in and out of her sopping kitty-cat one at a clock time, in musical interval. Ava was nearly lost at this point, moaning and squirming and begging for more, and when she felt something hot and wet and flat picture show her clit she nearly cried with relief.

The vines holding her legs together finally slacken and let her splay them apart, and just as she felt the affectionate tickling of orgasm at the back of her idea Menachem Begin to farm, one of the vines in her kitty retracted and began to wriggle around at her ass. She gasped and wailed a ‘ no !'into the darkness, her orgasm still growing even as she tried to tense her asshole to disallow entrance. The vine wasn't having it, though, and it's copious amount of money of fluid saw its easy entrance into her. It didn't damage as much as she expected, and within a few shallow strokes she was growing to savour it. All that mattered was the input on her button continued, and so far it was.

Again, the vines began to swell. With a loud groan, she felt her canals expand with them until finally it was so enceinte within her it was beginning to sting. That set her back a few notched on the cumming exfoliation, but the lubrication from her and the vines mixed together and soon enough her pussy and ass were welcoming their visitant with out-of-doors ... er, holes.

"Yes, yes, yes,"she moaned quietly, over and over. The vine on her clitoris sped up and she bucked her rose hip madly, desperate to finally cum. Just as her toes began to curl and her sore leg tensed, everything stopped.

The vine on her clit sped away, and the single in her pussy and ass retracted so quickly there was an audible sucking sound from her body as it tried to keep them there. Ava cried out, fighting for her arm so she could finish herself off. She wasn't strong enough, though, and her clitoris and aching purulent throbbed uselessly, the soreness in her holes was already taking clutches, and yet she wanted aught more than to have those oversized..things, back inside her.

Just as her heart was slowing and the throb between her peg began to still, she felt something creeping back between her legs. It prodded at her possible action and she recognized it at the first oversized vine, and this time she wasn't as worried. Instead of reluctance, she panted laborious and tried to thrust her pelvic arch toward it. Her mind was foggy with desperation, and yet the plant that held her captive seemed like it was in no big hurry at all .