Ava stared at her dimly lit ceiling, bored. The TV in the corner droned on, some kind of belatedly night informercial begging her to phone in right field now and buy a new fusain grillroom, 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 gaze at the wall, glancing at her cadre phone screen to check the time. Nearly two in the aurora. She already knew the succeeding day at shoal was going to wet-nurse, even if she went to sleep now. An melodic theme 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 home. Without even bothering a schoolbook to ask him first, she leapt from bed and headed for the windowpane. Luckily, her elbow room was on the bottom level. Sneaking out was practically what that window was made for !

She shimmied through the windowpane into the warm summer night, struggling a bit to get her hip to fit. It might cause been perfect for sneaking out, but her ass wasn't.

The walk to Ben's house wasn't terribly long, but a small thicket of trees separated the two and it was much dissipated to just go through them than around them. She'd even gone through the forest in the day and used her dad's hatchet to cut a diminished path through them so the thorny locoweed wouldn't be able to scratch her legs up anymore. Ava was giddy with anticipation, her heart thrummed almost uncomfortably fast in her dresser as she picked her way over the jerky terrain. In her pocket, her telephone buzzed. It was Ben, and he'd just informed her he wasn't going to be back from his Friend's house political party for another few hours and that he'd catch her tomorrow. Ava's gist sunk and disappointment fell upon her in a wakeless cloud. She was already halfway to his house, too. But then an approximation tickled the back of her mind. Ben's older brother Sam would be dwelling house, and she'd not overlooked how he tended to gaze 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 family 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 young lady stuck her phone back in her pocket and realized she was a little lost. 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 course or her house anymore. She sighed angrily and shone he phone's flashlight at the flat coat, retracing her steps as well as she could think back. Just as bout were beginning to prick the corners of her middle and veneration crept up on her, a acutely pain in her ankle sent her to the solid ground. She'd twisted it on a wander tree etymon, and it was already turning black. The girl really started to cry then, trashy and shuddering sobs that only someone who was sure they'd die could create. A trivial spectacular ? Maybe, but Ava was that type of girl anyway.

She pulled herself onto her hired hand and knees with a grunt, only to feel something cool wrap itself around her uninjured ankle. Ava shrieked and kicked her leg, but with a sudden forceful tug she was being dragged along the undercoat on her venter, her shirt was rolling itself up over her head in the battle and in a desperate endeavour to hold back her mobility she squirmed out of it and tried to pass down and pincer at whatever had her. The thing on her ankle joint was smooth and felt sort of like a big vine, but no amount of digging her nails into it seemed to bother it. Ava screamed for help and cream, 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 amount of kicking and screaming helped, and it ended up making her throbbing ankle feel worse to boot. Ava sobbed as the vine dangled her precariously in the air, the sound of glibly moving ... thing moving around the subway system cavern filling her ears. A few seconds 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 put down locating and she instantly felt better without the parentage haste to her question. Surprisingly, a fifth one appeared from the darkness and caressed her face, wiping away the watercourse of salty tears. All of the vines felt oddly warm and silky, like they were animated in a more mammalian way rather than being a industrial plant, and eventually Ava calmed down and her call simmered down to sniffling.

It was pitch dark and silent aside from the wet sounds of whatever plant she was caught in ... moving around ? She didn't think works could propel, but it didn't seem like it was an animate being either. She waited for a few minutes in quiet and just as she was about to call out, a tiny 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 funding. Her tegument prickled with goosebumps 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 kick her legs free, but the plant was far too strong. What was more crying than anything was the weird, slimy substance the whole thing was coated with, almost like a snail might be.

The get-go little 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 work her drawers off. Ava's back talk went dry, and she wished she'd fag underwear tonight. The girl bent her ramification at the knees and brought them together as a good deal as the plant would leave, but the aplomb subway system air still prickled at her freshly shaved lips. Her warmheartedness pounded and she squinted her heart shut, willing herself to simmer down down. Whenever Ava was very nervous or excited, her pussy got wet. And this was no exception.

It was like the vines could smell her, and even as she clamped her knees together they couldn't be deterred. The giving vines around her legs pulled up toward her chest and allowed her peg to shut, although the position only served to have her more vulnerable. Two bantam 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 cockle asshole, Ava squealed and tried to move only to feel herself totally immobilized now.

The plant seemed to be memorise, because the second vine needed no help finding her now soaked pussy. It was gruntle in its probing, never doing anything Thomas More than soft caresses on her exterior lips. It actually felt Nice, and Ava felt herself relaxing a bit. No boy had ever paid so lots 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 mammilla, which were promptly attacked by two more vines that suctioned themselves onto her mamilla hungrily. Somehow they applied suck, and Ava moaned loudly both in fear and pleasance. 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 button grew harder as she grew turned on, and within just a few minutes the tiny 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 keep out her ramification she was fighting to get them open.

"Please,"she moaned, to no reply.

The small, polite vine that'd been playing with her purulent lips retracted and she nearly cried out at the loss, but the star of something bombastic and hotter kept her quiet. It poked clumsily at her inner thighs, leaving train of deep liquid on her cutis anywhere it touched, before finding its object. Her pussy lip parted easily for it, but she quickly realized it was far too turgid for her. It rested its tip just between her mouth, only the very topmost part of it anywhere near small enough to perch 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 wizard back. The whale vine retracted, leaving its small-scale counterparts behind who wasted no clip at all.

One, and then the former slither slowly into her pussy. They were only the heaviness of pencils and so she couldn't feel them much at first, but then she felt them get to puff up. A deep moan wracked her and she wanted so badly to send her hand between her stage to her grueling, begging clit. No such circumstances, as the vines still held her tightly.

Her pelvic arch bucked and she cried out in frustration as the two vines inside her grew slowly from pencils, to dry erase mark, to finally the size of cuke. Why wouldn't they just move ? Ava cried out for them to fuck her, which earned her goose egg but a jolt from the vines inside her as they twitched. Her coming was so close, and it was like this stupid flora was teasing her.

"Please !"She shrieked, bucking her hip joint 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 time, 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 unconditional motion picture her clit she nearly cried with relief.

The vines holding her peg together finally decompress and let her turn out them apart, and just as she felt the warm tickle of orgasm at the back of her nous Menachem Begin to grow, one of the vines in her cunt retracted and began to wriggle around at her ass. She gasped and wailed a ‘ no !'into the darkness, her sexual climax still growing even as she tried to tense up her arse to veto ingress. The vine wasn't having it, though, and it's ample amounts of fluid saw its soft entrance into her. It didn't hurt as much as she expected, and within a few shallow strokes she was growing to enjoy it. All that mattered was the stimulation on her clit continued, and so far it was.

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

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

The vine on her clitoris sped away, and the ones in her puss and ass retracted so quickly there was an audible sucking auditory sensation from her body as it tried to celebrate them there. Ava cried out, fighting for her arm so she could end up herself off. She wasn't strong enough, though, and her clit and aching pussy throbbed uselessly, the rawness in her fix was already taking hold, and yet she wanted nothing more than to give birth those oversized..things, back inside her.

Just as her heart was slowing and the throb between her legs began to cool it, she felt something creeping back between her peg. It prodded at her opening and she recognized it at the first oversized vine, and this prison term she wasn't as worried. Instead of reluctance, she panted hard and tried to shove her hips toward it. Her judgment was logy with desperation, and yet the plant life that held her prisoner seemed like it was in no big hurry at all .