Ava stared at her palely lit ceiling, bored. The TV in the niche droned on, some form of tardily night infomercial begging her to send for in right now and buy a new charcoal grillroom, and the sound of the filter in her fishtank burbling just loud enough to be annoying. The adolescent sighed and rolled onto her face to stare at the paries, glancing at her jail cell phone screen to turn back the time. Nearly two in the morning. She already knew the next day at schooltime was going to imbibe, even if she went to sleep now. An idea struck her, though. If she was going to be tired anyway, why not go out for a bit and see something worth being tired about ? Ava wondered if her boyfriend, Ben, would be at domicile. Without even bothering a text to ask him first, she leapt from bed and headed for the windowpane. Luckily, her room was on the bottom floor. Sneaking out was practically what that window was made for !

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

The base on balls to Ben's house wasn't terribly long, but a small thicket of tree diagram separated the two and it was much faster to just go through them than around them. She'd even gone through the Sir Henry Wood in the daylight and used her dad's hatchet to cut a small track through them so the burry weeds wouldn't be able to scrub her legs up anymore. Ava was giddy with anticipation, her pump thrummed almost uncomfortably fast in her thorax 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 house party for another few hours and that he'd grab her tomorrow. Ava's heart sunk and letdown fell upon her in a heavy cloud. She was already halfway to his house, too. But then an musical theme tickled the rachis of her mind. Ben's old chum Sam would be home, and she'd not overlook how he tended to stare at her when she was over. The short blond grinned and simultaneously felt dumb for not having thought of it before. Ben and Ava had a difficult, on again off again relationship that was riddled with infidelity, mostly on Ben's part, and so she thought of it as a bit of revenge. No hurt done.

The female child stuck her phone back in her scoop and realized she was a piffling lost. She'd been so caught up in her dodging she hadn't been watching where she was going, and now she couldn't see the route or her sign of the zodiac anymore. She sighed angrily and glisten he phone's flashlight at the ground, retracing her steps as well as she could retrieve. Just as crying were beginning to prickle the recession of her optic and awe crept up on her, a shrill pain in the neck in her ankle sent her to the ground. She'd twisted it on a isolated tree root, and it was already turning black. The girl really started to cry then, gaudy and shuddering prick that only somebody who was sure as shooting they'd die could produce. A little striking ? Maybe, but Ava was that type of daughter anyway.

She pulled herself onto her hands and knees with a grunt, only to feel something assuredness wrap itself around her uninjured articulatio talocruralis. Ava shrieked and kicked her leg, but with a sudden forceful tug she was being dragged along the land on her stomach, her shirt was rolling itself up over her top dog in the conflict and in a desperate try to keep her mobility she squirmed out of it and tried to get through down and claw at whatever had her. The thing on her ankle was smooth and felt sort of like a big vine, but no sum of money of digging her nails into it seemed to vex it. Ava screamed for assistant and slam dance, but there was nil she could do as it pulled her toward a hollow at the Qaeda of a tree trunk, and then inside it.

No amount of money of kicking and scream helped, and it ended up making her throb ankle sense defective to boot. Ava sobbed as the vine dangled her precariously in the air, the sound of slickly moving ... affair moving around the underground cavern filling her pinna. A few minute later another tentacle came along and wrapped itself around her other leg, politely avoiding her hurt ankle, and then two More for each arm and one around her middle. It suspended her in a laying position and she instantly felt better without the blood rushing to her heading. Surprisingly, a fifth one appeared from the darkness and caressed her side, wiping away the current of salty tears. All of the vines felt oddly warm and silken, like they were alive in a more mammalian way rather than being a plant, and eventually Ava calmed down and her cries simmered down to sniffling.

It was pitch iniquity and silent aside from the wet sounds of whatever plant she was caught in ... moving around ? She didn't think plant could move, but it didn't seem like it was an animal either. She waited for a few transactions in quiet and just as she was about to yell out, a bantam version of the big strong vines holding her crept along her calf, winding and twisting around it like it was a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree body to be used for support. Her skin prickled with pilomotor reflex and she panted fearfully as it slid up her leg, onto her thigh and began to nose around at the hem of her boxershorts leg. She whined and tried to kick her legs free, but the plant was far too strong. What was to a greater extent earthy than anything was the weird, slimed sum the whole matter was coated with, almost like a snail might be.

The first small vine was joined by another one of the Same size that joined in the poking and tugging on her other leg, and within a few proceedings it'd figured out how to operate her shortstop off. Ava's rima oris went dry, and she wished she'd wear upon underwear tonight. The girl bent-grass her legs at the knees and brought them together as much as the plant would allow, but the poise underground air still prickled at her pertly shaved mouth. Her ticker pounded and she squinted her heart shut, uncoerced herself to simmer down down. Whenever Ava was very neural or unrestrained, her twat got wet. And this was no exception.

It was like the vines could smell out her, and even as she clamped her knees together they couldn't be deterred. The prominent vines around her legs pulled up toward her chest and allowed her legs to exclude, although the position only served to make her more vulnerable. Two bantam vines, the Lapplander ones from before she guessed, searched around her quivering ass cheek as if looking for something. As soon as the wet tip of one caressed her puckered SOB, Ava squealed and tried to act only to get herself totally immobilized now.

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

She felt her bra being tugged on and then pushed up to endanger her tits, which were promptly attacked by two more vines that suctioned themselves onto her tit hungrily. Somehow they applied suction, and Ava moaned loudly both in fear and pleasance. Her pussy was wetter now, some of the lubrication dripping down between her ass brass, and the vines down there squirmed and wriggled happily in the liquid. Her clit grew harder as she grew corneous, and within just a few arcminute the lilliputian nub protruded just the tiniest amount from between her tightly shut pussy rim. Her headway lolled backwards and her mouth was agape, and now instead of wanting to shut her pegleg she was fighting to get them afford.

"Please,"she moaned, to no reply.

The small, polite vine that'd been playing with her pussy rim retracted and she nearly cried out at the red, but the mavin of something turgid and hotter kept her hush. It poked clumsily at her inner second joint, leaving strings of compact liquid state on her skin anywhere it touched, before finding its target. Her pussy 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 topmost part of it anywhere near little enough to rest at the opening move of her pussy, and Ava grew concern. It was almost as if it was thinking.

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

One, and then the other slide slowly into her pussy. They were only the thickness of pencils and so she couldn't feel them much at beginning, but then she felt them begin to tumesce. A thick moan wracked her and she wanted so badly to place her deal between her legs to her hard, begging clit. No such chance, as the vines still held her tightly.

Her hips bucked and she cried out in defeat as the two vines inside her grew slowly from pencils, to dry erase markers, to finally the size of Cucumis sativus. Why wouldn't they just actuate ? Ava cried out for them to fuck her, which earned her nothing but a jolt from the vines inside her as they twitched. Her sexual climax was so finis, and it was like this stupefied works was teasing her.

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

The plant seemed to pick up her this sentence, and they began to pump in and out of her sopping kitty-cat one at a fourth dimension, in intervals. Ava was nearly lost at this point, moaning and squirming and begging for More, and when she felt something hot and wet and flat flick her clit she nearly cried with stand-in.

The vines holding her legs together finally relaxed and let her luxate them apart, and just as she felt the warm tickles of orgasm at the back of her judgment Menachem Begin to rise, one of the vines in her kitty retracted and began to writhe around at her ass. She gasped and wailed a ‘ no !'into the shadow, her orgasm still growing even as she tried to tense her asshole to disallow entry. The vine wasn't having it, though, and it's copious sum of fluid saw its leisurely incoming into her. It didn't trauma as much as she expected, and within a few shallow chance event she was growing to enjoy it. All that mattered was the arousal on her clit continued, and so far it was.

Again, the vines began to swell. With a loud moan, she felt her epithelial duct expand with them until finally it was so large within her it was beginning to sting. That set her back a few notched on the cumming graduated table, but the lubrication from her and the vines mixed together and soon enough her pussy and ass were welcoming their visitors with open ... er, holes.

"Yes, yes, yes,"she moaned quietly, over and over. The vine on her button sped up and she bucked her hip joint madly, desperate to finally cum. Just as her toes began to curve and her sore legs 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 speech sound from her body as it tried to keep them there. Ava cried out, fighting for her arm so she could end herself off. She wasn't hard enough, though, and her clit and aching pussy throbbed uselessly, the irritation in her maw was already taking clutch, and yet she wanted nothing more than to have got those oversized..things, back inside her.

Just as her heart was slowing and the throb between her legs began to calm down, she felt something creeping back between her legs. It prodded at her opening and she recognized it at the first oversized vine, and this time she wasn't as worried. Instead of reluctance, she panted strong and tried to shove her hips toward it. Her brain was muzzy with despair, and yet the plant life that held her prisoner seemed like it was in no big hurry at all .