Ava stared at her dimly lit ceiling, bored. The TV in the corner droned on, some sort of previous nighttime infomercial begging her to call in right now and buy a new wood coal grill, and the sound of the filter in her fishtank burbling just loud enough to be annoying. The teenager sighed and rolled onto her side to stare at the rampart, glancing at her cell phone screen to check the sentence. Nearly two in the forenoon. She already knew the next day at school was going to suck up, even if she went to slumber now. An idea struck her, though. If she was going to be tired anyway, why not go out for a bit and find something worth being tired about ? Ava wondered if her boyfriend, Ben, would be at place. Without even bothering a text to ask him first, she leapt from bed and headed for the window. Luckily, her room was on the arse trading 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 pelvic girdle to fit. It might have been double-dyed for sneaking out, but her ass wasn't.

The walk to Ben's business firm wasn't terribly long, but a modest thicket of tree separated the two and it was much loyal to just go through them than around them. She'd even gone through the wood in the daytime and used her dad's tomahawk to cut a minuscule course through them so the prickly weeds wouldn't be able to scratch her legs up anymore. Ava was giddy with prediction, her heart thrummed almost uncomfortably fast in her dresser as she picked her way over the choppy terrain. In her pouch, her headphone buzzed. It was Ben, and he'd just informed her he wasn't going to be back from his friend's firm party for another few minute and that he'd catch her tomorrow. Ava's heart sunk and disappointment fell upon her in a laborious cloud. She was already halfway to his house, too. But then an idea tickled the back of her head. Ben's older comrade Sam would be home, and she'd not overlooked how he tended to stare at her when she was over. The short 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 unfaithfulness, mostly on Ben's constituent, and so she thought of it as a bit of revenge. No damage done.

The miss stuck her headphone back in her pocket and realized she was a little 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 path or her house anymore. She sighed angrily and shone he phone's flashlight at the ground, retracing her stairs as well as she could remember. Just as tears were beginning to cock up the street corner of her heart and fear crept up on her, a needlelike pain in her mortise joint sent her to the land. She'd twisted it on a stray tree radical, and it was already turning pitch blackness. The missy really started to cry then, tawdry and shuddering prick that only person who was certainly they'd die could create. A little dramatic ? Maybe, but Ava was that case of lady friend anyway.

She pulled herself onto her hands and knees with a grunt, only to experience something poise wrapper itself around her uninjured ankle joint. Ava shrieked and kicked her leg, but with a sudden forceful tug she was being dragged along the earth on her tummy, her shirt was rolling itself up over her school principal in the struggle and in a desperate try to retain her mobility she squirmed out of it and tried to pass down and claw at whatever had her. The thing on her ankle was smooth and felt form of like a big vine, but no measure of digging her nails into it seemed to bother it. Ava screamed for service and thrashed, but there was nothing she could do as it pulled her toward a hollow at the base of a tree trunk, and then inside it.

No measure of boot and scream helped, and it ended up making her throbbing ankle feel spoilt to boot. Ava sobbed as the vine dangled her precariously in the air, the sound of glibly moving ... things moving around the hugger-mugger cavern filling her ears. A few minute later another tentacle came along and wrapped itself around her other leg, politely avoiding her hurt articulatio talocruralis, and then two more for each arm and one around her middle. It suspended her in a put down side and she instantly felt better without the stemma rushing to her head. Surprisingly, a fifth one appeared from the darkness and caressed her face, wiping away the flow of salty tears. All of the vines felt oddly warm and silky, 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 darkness and mum aside from the wet strait of whatever plant she was caught in ... moving around ? She didn't think plant could propel, but it didn't seem like it was an animal either. She waited for a few minutes in silence and just as she was about to prognosticate out, a flyspeck version of the big strong vines holding her crept along her calf, winding and twisting around it like it was a tree diagram trunk to be used for living. Her skin prickled with goose skin and she panted fearfully as it slid up her leg, onto her thigh and began to nose around at the hem of her short pants leg. She whined and tried to kick her stage unfreeze, but the plant was far too strong. What was more gross than anything was the Wyrd, vile nub the all thing was coated with, almost like a snail might be.

The first small vine was joined by another one of the same 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 work her short pants off. Ava's backtalk went dry, and she wished she'd worn underclothes tonight. The girl bent her branch at the knee and brought them together as much as the plant would admit, but the coolheaded underground air still prickled at her freshly shaved lips. Her pump pounded and she squinted her heart shut, unforced herself to calm down. Whenever Ava was very aflutter or excited, her kitty got wet. And this was no elision.

It was like the vines could smell her, and even as she clamped her knees together they couldn't be deterred. The swelled vines around her ramification pulled up toward her chest and allowed her leg to close, although the position only served to make her more vulnerable. Two tiny vines, the same one from before she guessed, searched around her quivering ass cheeks as if looking for something. As soon as the wet tip of one caressed her puckered asshole, Ava squealed and tried to move only to find herself totally immobilized now.

The flora seemed to be learnedness, because the second vine needed no help finding her now soaked pussy. It was lenify in its probing, never doing anything more than indulgent caresses on her outside back talk. It actually felt prissy, and Ava felt herself relaxing a bit. No boy had ever paid so very much attention to her pussy before- they were too worried about their own pleasure.

She felt her bra being tugged on and then pushed up to expose her tits, which were promptly attacked by two Thomas 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 buttock, and the vines down there squirmed and wriggled happily in the liquid. Her clitoris grew gruelling as she grew hornier, and within just a few minutes the flyspeck nub protruded just the tiniest sum of money from between her tightly shut pussy lips. Her head lolled backwards and her mouth was agape, and now instead of wanting to shut her legs she was fighting to get them open.

"Please,"she moaned, to no reply.

The low, polite vine that'd been playing with her puss lips retracted and she nearly cried out at the red, but the ace of something larger and hotter kept her still. It poked clumsily at her inner thigh, leaving drawing string of thickly liquid state on her skin anywhere it touched, before finding its object. 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 lip, only the very uppermost part of it anywhere near small-scale enough to pillow at the opening of her pussy, and Ava grew apprehensive. It was almost as if it was thinking.

Smaller vines returned, snaking along the jibe 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 star back. The whale vine retracted, leaving its smaller twin behind who wasted no metre at all.

One, and then the other slithered slowly into her cunt. They were only the thickness of pencils and so she couldn't finger them much at first, but then she felt them get to swell. A deep moan wracked her and she wanted so badly to broadcast her hand between her legs to her hard, begging clitoris. No such fortune, as the vines still held her tightly.

Her hips bucked and she cried out in frustration as the two vines inside her grew slowly from pencils, to dry erase marking, to finally the size of cucumber vine. Why wouldn't they just move ? Ava cried out for them to have intercourse her, which earned her cypher but a jolt from the vines inside her as they twitched. Her orgasm was so fold, and it was like this stupid plant was teasing her.

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

The plant seemed to hear her this time, and they began to pump in and out of her sopping snatch one at a meter, in intervals. Ava was nearly lost at this point, moaning and squirming and begging for Sir Thomas More, and when she felt something hot and wet and flat flick her clit she nearly cried with relief.

The vines holding her legs together finally relaxed and let her splay them apart, and just as she felt the affectionate tickles of coming at the spinal column of her head Menachem Begin to raise, one of the vines in her slit retracted and began to wriggle around at her ass. She gasped and wailed a ‘ no !'into the darkness, her climax still growing even as she tried to tense her asshole to prohibit entry. The vine wasn't having it, though, and it's ample amounts of fluid saw its easy entrance into her. It didn't injury as much as she expected, and within a few shoal strokes she was growing to relish it. All that mattered was the stimulation on her button continued, and so far it was.

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

"Yes, yes, yes,"she moaned quietly, over and over. The vine on her clit sped up and she bucked her hips madly, dire to finally cum. Just as her toes began to curl and her sore legs tensed, everything stopped.

The vine on her clit sped away, and the ones in her pussy and ass retracted so quickly there was an audible sucking sound from her body as it tried to observe them there. Ava cried out, fighting for her arm so she could finish herself off. She wasn't potent enough, though, and her clit and aching pussy throbbed uselessly, the soreness in her holes was already taking hold, and yet she wanted nothing more than to receive those oversized..things, back inside her.

Just as her warmness was slowing and the throbbing between her legs began to calm, she felt something creeping back between her pegleg. It prodded at her initiative and she recognized it at the 1st oversize vine, and this fourth dimension she wasn't as worried. Instead of reluctance, she panted hard and tried to shove her hip toward it. Her psyche was hazy with desperation, and yet the plant that held her captive seemed like it was in no big hurriedness at all .