Ava stared at her dimly lit ceiling, bored. The TV in the corner droned on, some kind of latterly night infomercial begging her to forebode in rightfield now and buy a new charcoal grill, and the sound of the filter in her fishtank burbling just loud enough to be annoying. The teen sighed and rolled onto her side to gaze at the rampart, glancing at her prison cell telephone CRT screen to check the metre. Nearly two in the daybreak. She already knew the future day at school day was going to draw, 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 witness something Charles Frederick Worth being tired about ? Ava wondered if her beau, Ben, would be at home. Without even bothering a text to ask him first, she leapt from bed and headed for the window. Luckily, her elbow room was on the underside floor. Sneaking out was practically what that window was made for !

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

The walk to Ben's house wasn't terribly long, but a diminished thicket 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 small path through them so the prickly weeds wouldn't be able to scratch her legs up anymore. Ava was giddy with anticipation, her center thrummed almost uncomfortably fast in her dresser as she picked her way over the choppy terrain. In her sack, her telephone set buzzed. It was Ben, and he'd just informed her he wasn't going to be back from his friend's business firm party for another few hours and that he'd catch her tomorrow. Ava's heart sunk and disappointment fell upon her in a wakeless cloud. She was already halfway to his mansion, too. But then an idea tickled the backbone of her mind. Ben's older brother Sam would be home, and she'd not overleap how he tended to stare at her when she was over. The suddenly blonde 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 girl stuck her telephone back in her air hole 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 shine he sound's flashlight at the dry land, retracing her gradation as well as she could recollect. Just as tears were beginning to prick the box of her centre and fear crept up on her, a penetrating pain in her ankle sent her to the ground. She'd twisted it on a stray tree root, and it was already turning fateful. The girl really started to cry then, gimcrack and shuddering sobs that only someone who was sure they'd die could create. A little spectacular ? Maybe, but Ava was that type of girlfriend anyway.

She pulled herself onto her hands and stifle with a oink, only to feel something aplomb wrap itself around her uninjured mortise joint. Ava shrieked and kicked her leg, but with a sudden forceful tug she was being dragged along the flat coat on her stomach, her shirt was rolling itself up over her head in the struggle and in a desperate attempt to keep her mobility she squirmed out of it and tried to hand down and nipper at whatever had her. The matter on her ankle joint was suave and felt form of like a big vine, but no amount of digging her nails into it seemed to bother it. Ava screamed for avail and flail, 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 screeching helped, and it ended up making her throbbing ankle feel worse to bring up. Ava sobbed as the vine dangled her precariously in the air, the audio of slickly moving ... things moving around the underground cavern filling her pinna. A few seconds later another tentacle came along and wrapped itself around her former leg, politely avoiding her hurt ankle, and then two Sir Thomas More for each arm and one around her middle. It suspended her in a laying posture and she instantly felt better without the line of descent rushing to her capitulum. Surprisingly, a 5th one appeared from the swarthiness and caressed her face, wiping away the stream of salty tears. All of the vines felt oddly warm and satiny, like they were alert in a more mammalian way rather than being a plant, and eventually Ava calmed down and her outcry simmered down to sniffling.

It was pitch night and silent aside from the wet sounds of whatever industrial plant she was caught in ... moving around ? She didn't think plants could move, 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 call out, a bantam interpretation of the big unattackable vines holding her crept along her sura, winding and twisting around it like it was a tree trunk to be used for living. Her skin 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 barren, but the plant was far too firm. What was Sir Thomas More gross than anything was the weird, worthless substance the wholly thing was coated with, almost like a snail might be.

The first small vine was joined by another one of the Lapp size that joined in the jabbing and tugging on her former leg, and within a few minute of arc it'd figured out how to play her boxers off. Ava's mouth went dry, and she wished she'd hold out underwear tonight. The daughter bent her pegleg at the knees and brought them together as a great deal as the plant would allow, but the cool down resistance air still prickled at her freshly shaved lips. Her heart pounded and she squinted her eyes shut, bequeath herself to quiet down. Whenever Ava was very nervous or excited, her pussy got wet. And this was no exception.

It was like the vines could sense her, and even as she clamped her knees together they couldn't be deterred. The bigger vines around her legs pulled up toward her pectus and allowed her legs to shut, although the office only served to make her more vulnerable. Two tiny vines, the same ones 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 plant seemed to be see, because the endorsement vine needed no help finding her now soaked pussy. It was gentle in its probing, never doing anything more than soft caresses on her outside lip. It actually felt nice, and Ava felt herself relaxing a bit. No boy had ever paid so practically 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 knocker, which were promptly attacked by two more vines that suctioned themselves onto her teat hungrily. Somehow they applied suck, and Ava moaned loudly both in veneration and joy. 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 severe as she grew turned on, and within just a few minutes the petite nub protruded just the tiny amount from between her tightly shut pussy lips. Her head teacher lolled backwards and her oral fissure was agape, and now instead of wanting to shut out her pegleg she was fighting to get them open.

"Please,"she moaned, to no reply.

The small, genteel vine that'd been playing with her pussy lips retracted and she nearly cried out at the exit, but the sensory faculty of something larger and hotter kept her quieten. It poked clumsily at her inner thighs, leaving drawstring of thick liquidness on her skin anywhere it touched, before finding its fair game. Her slit 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 percentage of it anywhere near low enough to rest at the opening of her pussycat, and Ava grew worried. It was almost as if it was thinking.

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

One, and then the early slithered slowly into her slit. They were only the thickness of pencils and so she couldn't palpate them much at commencement, but then she felt them lead off to tumesce. A rich moan wracked her and she wanted so badly to get off her hired man between her legs to her punishing, begging clit. No such luck, 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 markers, to finally the size of cucumbers. Why wouldn't they just move ? Ava cried out for them to know her, which earned her zip but a jounce from the vines inside her as they twitched. Her orgasm was so airless, and it was like this pudden-head industrial plant was teasing her.

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

The plant seemed to see her this prison term, and they began to pump in and out of her sopping cunt one at a time, in separation. Ava was nearly lost at this compass 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 relief.

The vines holding her ramification together finally unlax and let her turn out them apart, and just as she felt the warm titillation of climax at the backrest of her brain begin to spring up, one of the vines in her pussy 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 son of a bitch to disallow entrance. The vine wasn't having it, though, and it's copious amounts of fluid saw its leisurely entry into her. It didn't injury as much as she expected, and within a few shallow strokes she was growing to relish it. All that mattered was the stimulation on her clit continued, and so far it was.

Again, the vines began to tumesce. With a loud moan, she felt her canals 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 weighing machine, 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 pelvic arch madly, desperate 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 organic structure as it tried to observe 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 kitty-cat throbbed uselessly, the soreness in her mess was already taking clasp, and yet she wanted nix more than to induce those oversized..things, back inside her.

Just as her center was slowing and the throbbing between her legs began to quieten, she felt something creeping back between her legs. It prodded at her opening and she recognized it at the first oversized vine, and this fourth dimension she wasn't as disquieted. Instead of disinclination, she panted surd and tried to thrust her pelvic girdle toward it. Her mind was foggy with despair, and yet the industrial plant that held her prisoner seemed like it was in no big haste at all .