Ava stared at her dimly lit ceiling, bored. The TV in the corner droned on, some kind of tardy night informercial begging her to call in right now and buy a new charcoal grillroom, and the speech 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 wall, glancing at her cell phone cover to check the time. Nearly two in the morning. She already knew the next day at school day was going to take up, even if she went to sleep now. An mind 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 beau, Ben, would be at home. Without even bothering a textbook to ask him first, she leapt from bed and headed for the window. Luckily, her room was on the bottom floor. Sneaking out was practically what that window was made for !

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

The walk of life to Ben's theatre wasn't terribly long, but a humble brush of Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree separated the two and it was much degraded to just go through them than around them. She'd even gone through the forest in the daylight and used her dad's tomahawk to cut a small path through them so the prickly weeds wouldn't be able to scratch her pegleg up anymore. Ava was giddy with anticipation, her heart thrummed almost uncomfortably fast in her chest as she picked her way over the jerky terrain. In her air hole, her headphone 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 hr and that he'd catch her tomorrow. Ava's heart sunk and disappointment fell upon her in a heavy cloud. She was already halfway to his planetary house, too. But then an idea tickled the backrest of her judgment. Ben's old brother Sam would be home, and she'd not overlooked how he tended to gaze at her when she was over. The short circuit blonde grinned and simultaneously felt dumb for not having thought of it before. Ben and Ava had a hard, 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 retaliation. No impairment done.

The female child stuck her telephone set back in her pocket and realized she was a piffling doomed. She'd been so caught up in her dodge she hadn't been watching where she was going, and now she couldn't see the path or her household anymore. She sighed angrily and shone he telephone set's flashlight at the dry land, retracing her steps as well as she could think of. Just as bust were beginning to prick the corners of her eyes and fear crept up on her, a keen botheration in her ankle sent her to the flat coat. She'd twisted it on a stray tree root, and it was already turning black. The girlfriend really started to cry then, garish and shuddering sobbing that only individual who was certain they'd die could create. A little striking ? Maybe, but Ava was that type of girl anyway.

She pulled herself onto her hands and knees with a grunt, only to experience something cool off wrapping itself around her uninjured ankle. Ava shrieked and kicked her leg, but with a sudden forceful tug she was being dragged along the reason on her stomach, her shirt was rolling itself up over her head in the struggle and in a do-or-die attempt to stay fresh her mobility she squirmed out of it and tried to reach down and chela at whatever had her. The affair on her ankle was quiet and felt sort of like a big vine, but no amount of digging her nails into it seemed to put out it. Ava screamed for help and convulse, 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 kicking and screaming helped, and it ended up making her throbbing articulatio talocruralis feel worse to reboot. Ava sobbed as the vine dangled her precariously in the air, the strait of slickly moving ... thing moving around the metro cavern filling her spike. A few secondment later another tentacle came along and wrapped itself around her early leg, politely avoiding her hurt mortise joint, and then two more for each arm and one around her middle. It suspended her in a position position and she instantly felt better without the roue hurry to her promontory. Surprisingly, a fifth part one appeared from the darkness and caressed her brass, wiping away the stream of salty tears. All of the vines felt oddly warm and silky, like they were alive in a more mammal way rather than being a plant, and eventually Ava calmed down and her cry simmered down to sniffling.

It was pitch darkness and still aside from the wet phone of whatever plant she was caught in ... moving around ? She didn't think plants could move, but it didn't seem like it was an brute either. She waited for a few minutes in muteness and just as she was about to call out, a midget version of the big warm vines holding her crept along her calf, winding and twisting around it like it was a tree trunk to be used for financial support. Her skin prickled with goosebumps and she panted fearfully as it slid up her leg, onto her thigh and began to scent around at the hem of her shorts leg. She whined and tried to kick her branch spare, but the plant was far too unassailable. What was more than gross than anything was the weird, wretched nitty-gritty the wholly affair was coated with, almost like a snail might be.

The beginning small vine was joined by another one of the same sizing that joined in the poking and tugging on her other leg, and within a few minutes it'd figured out how to puzzle out her shorts off. Ava's mouth went dry, and she wished she'd tire out underclothes tonight. The girl bent her ramification at the stifle and brought them together as much as the flora would allow, but the coolheaded underground air still prickled at her freshly shaved lips. Her heart pounded and she squinted her oculus 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 adult vines around her ramification pulled up toward her chest and allowed her leg to shut out, although the position only served to make her more vulnerable. Two petite vines, the Lapp one 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 puckered shit, Ava squealed and tried to move only to ascertain herself totally immobilized now.

The flora seemed to be check, because the second vine needed no assist finding her now sloshed kitty-cat. It was aristocratic in its probing, never doing anything more than diffuse caresses on her exterior lips. It actually felt nice, and Ava felt herself relaxing a bit. No boy had ever paid so a good deal 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 debunk her boob, which were promptly attacked by two Thomas More vines that suctioned themselves onto her mamilla 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 nerve, and the vines down there squirmed and wriggled happily in the liquid. Her clit grew arduous as she grew hornier, and within just a few mo the tiny nub protruded just the tiny quantity from between her tightly shut pussy mouth. Her headland lolled backwards and her mouth was love feast, and now instead of wanting to shut her legs she was fighting to get them clear.

"Please,"she moaned, to no reply.

The minor, polite vine that'd been playing with her pussy mouth retracted and she nearly cried out at the red ink, but the sensation of something heavy and hotter kept her tranquilize. It poked clumsily at her inner second joint, leaving string of duncical liquid on her peel anywhere it touched, before finding its target. Her kitty sass 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 part of it anywhere near small enough to rest at the opening 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 entrance of her vagina, and she squirmed her hips down onto them just to try and get some sensation back. The goliath vine retracted, leaving its smaller counterpart behind who wasted no clip at all.

One, and then the other slide slowly into her pussycat. They were only the thickness of pencils and so she couldn't experience them much at first, but then she felt them start to swell. A deep moan wracked her and she wanted so badly to send her script between her pegleg to her operose, begging clit. No such luck, as the vines still held her tightly.

Her hip joint bucked and she cried out in frustration as the two vines inside her grew slowly from pencils, to dry erase mark, to finally the sizing of cucumbers. Why wouldn't they just propel ? Ava cried out for them to fuck her, which earned her nothing but a jolt from the vines inside her as they twitched. Her orgasm was so close, and it was like this pudding head plant was teasing her.

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

The plant seemed to get a line her this metre, and they began to pump in and out of her sopping pussy one at a time, in musical interval. 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 moving-picture show her clit she nearly cried with ministration.

The vines holding her peg together finally decompress and let her splay them apart, and just as she felt the tender titillation of orgasm at the backbone of her mind begin to turn, one of the vines in her puss retracted and began to squirm around at her ass. She gasped and wailed a ‘ no !'into the darkness, her orgasm still growing even as she tried to tense her SOB to prohibit entryway. The vine wasn't having it, though, and it's plentiful amounts of fluid saw its easy entering into her. It didn't hurt as much as she expected, and within a few shallow apoplexy 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 gaudy groan, she felt her 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 scale, but the lubrication from her and the vines mixed together and soon enough her pussy and ass were welcoming their visitor with open ... er, holes.

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

The vine on her button sped away, and the I in her kitty and ass retracted so quickly there was an audible sucking sound from her body as it tried to hold back them there. Ava cried out, fighting for her arm so she could stop herself off. She wasn't unassailable enough, though, and her clitoris and aching pussy throbbed uselessly, the soreness in her gob was already taking handle, and yet she wanted nothing more than to let those oversized..things, back inside her.

Just as her heart was slowing and the throbbing between her legs began to calm, 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 hard and tried to jostle her hip joint toward it. Her intellect was stuporous with desperation, and yet the flora that held her prisoner seemed like it was in no big rushing at all .