Ava stared at her indistinctly lit ceiling, bored. The TV in the corner droned on, some kind of previous night infomercial begging her to call in right now and buy a new charcoal grill, and the sound of the filter in her fishtank burbling just loud enough to be annoying. The stripling sighed and rolled onto her side to gaze at the wall, glancing at her cell phone sieve to check the time. Nearly two in the first light. She already knew the following day at school day was going to suck, even if she went to sleep now. An thought 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 textual matter to ask him first, she leapt from bed and headed for the windowpane. Luckily, her room was on the bottom level. Sneaking out was practically what that window was made for !

She shimmied through the window into the ardent summertime night, struggling a bit to get her articulatio coxae to fit. It might suffer been perfect for sneaking out, but her ass wasn't.

The base on balls to Ben's house wasn't terribly long, but a modest thicket of Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree separated the two and it was much faster to just go through them than around them. She'd even gone through the Wood in the daylight and used her dad's hatchet to cut a small path through them so the barbed weeds wouldn't be capable to scratch her leg up anymore. Ava was giddy with anticipation, her heart thrummed almost uncomfortably fast in her chest of drawers as she picked her way over the jerky 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 admirer's house party for another few 60 minutes and that he'd apprehension her tomorrow. Ava's eye sunk and disappointment fell upon her in a gruelling cloud. She was already halfway to his house, too. But then an mind tickled the dorsum of her idea. Ben's older brother Sam would be habitation, and she'd not look across how he tended to stare at her when she was over. The suddenly blond 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 section, and so she thought of it as a bit of revenge. No damage done.

The lady friend stuck her phone back in her pocket and realized she was a small 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 itinerary or her mansion anymore. She sighed angrily and shone he phone's flashlight at the ground, retracing her steps as well as she could remember. Just as binge were beginning to prick the recession of her eyes and fearfulness crept up on her, a acuate pain in her articulatio talocruralis sent her to the basis. She'd twisted it on a stray tree root, and it was already turning lightlessness. The miss really started to cry then, flashy and shuddering cocksucker that only mortal who was sure they'd die could create. A little dramatic ? Maybe, but Ava was that type of girl anyway.

She pulled herself onto her hands and knees with a grunt, only to feel something poise wrap itself around her uninjured ankle. Ava shrieked and kicked her leg, but with a sudden forceful tug she was being dragged along the ground on her stomach, her shirt was rolling itself up over her principal in the conflict and in a heroic try to keep her mobility she squirmed out of it and tried to reach down and chela at whatever had her. The affair on her ankle was fluent and felt sort of like a big vine, but no sum of digging her nails into it seemed to devil it. Ava screamed for help and thrashed, but there was nothing she could do as it pulled her toward a hollow at the stem of a Tree trunk, and then inside it.

No measure of kicking and screaming helped, and it ended up making her throb mortise joint find worse to boot. Ava sobbed as the vine dangled her precariously in the air, the auditory sensation of slickly moving ... thing moving around the underground cavern filling her ears. A few seconds later another tentacle came along and wrapped itself around her other leg, politely avoiding her hurt ankle joint, and then two to a greater extent for each arm and one around her centre. It suspended her in a laying position and she instantly felt better without the lineage hurry to her head. Surprisingly, a fifth one appeared from the darkness and caressed her face, wiping away the stream of salty tears. All of the vines felt oddly warm and satiny, like they were animated in a more mammalian way rather than being a plant, and eventually Ava calmed down and her shout simmered down to sniffling.

It was pitch dark and understood aside from the wet audio of whatever works she was caught in ... moving around ? She didn't think plants could impress, but it didn't seem like it was an animate being either. She waited for a few minutes in silence and just as she was about to shout out, a midget interpretation of the big strong vines holding her crept along her calf, winding and twisting around it like it was a tree trunk 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 scent around at the hem of her shorts leg. She whined and tried to kick her legs complimentary, but the works was far too unattackable. What was more egregious than anything was the Weird, worthless substance the whole affair was coated with, almost like a snail might be.

The firstly minor vine was joined by another one of the Lapplander size that joined in the poking and tugging on her other leg, and within a few minutes it'd figured out how to work her shorts off. Ava's mouth went dry, and she wished she'd wear down underwear tonight. The fille bent her legs at the knee joint and brought them together as a lot as the industrial plant would allow, but the cool resistance air still prickled at her freshly shaved sass. Her heart pounded and she squinted her eyes shut, volition herself to lull down. Whenever Ava was very uneasy or frantic, her pussycat got wet. And this was no exception.

It was like the vines could smack her, and even as she clamped her knees together they couldn't be deterred. The bigger vines around her legs pulled up toward her bureau and allowed her legs to shut, although the placement only served to draw her more vulnerable. Two bantam vines, the same unity 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 cocksucker, Ava squealed and tried to move only to rule 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 easy caresses on her exterior lips. It actually felt nice, 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 let out her nipple, which were promptly attacked by two More vines that suctioned themselves onto her pap hungrily. Somehow they applied suction, and Ava moaned loudly both in reverence and pleasure. 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 clitoris grew harder as she grew horny, and within just a few minutes the flyspeck nub protruded just the tiniest sum from between her tightly shut kitty-cat lips. Her head lolled backwards and her mouth was love feast, and now instead of wanting to keep out her pegleg she was fighting to get them opened.

"Please,"she moaned, to no reply.

The lowly, polite vine that'd been playing with her pussy lips retracted and she nearly cried out at the loss, but the sensation of something enceinte and hotter kept her quiet. It poked clumsily at her interior thigh, leaving bowed stringed instrument of stocky liquidness 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 turgid for her. It rested its tip just between her sass, only the very uppermost theatrical role of it anywhere near small enough to stay at the scuttle of her cunt, and Ava grew distressed. It was almost as if it was thinking.

Smaller vines returned, snaking along the barb of the big one until they too rested just at the entering of her vagina, and she squirmed her hips down onto them just to try and get some sensation back. The giant vine retracted, leaving its smaller counterparts behind who wasted no clock time 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 down to puff up. A deep moan wracked her and she wanted so badly to send her handwriting between her peg to her hard, begging clit. No such lot, 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 markers, to finally the size of cucumbers. Why wouldn't they just incite ? Ava cried out for them to fuck her, which earned her zilch but a jerk from the vines inside her as they twitched. Her sexual climax was so close, and it was like this stupid flora was teasing her.

"Please !"She shrieked, bucking her hips 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 purulent one at a time, in interval. Ava was nearly lost at this tip, 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 legs together finally relaxed and let her splay them apart, and just as she felt the lovesome tickle of orgasm at the cover of her judgment begin to grow, one of the vines in her pussy 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 bastard to disallow entryway. The vine wasn't having it, though, and it's plenteous quantity of fluid saw its leisurely entering into her. It didn't hurt as much as she expected, and within a few shallow strokes she was growing to revel it. All that mattered was the stimulant on her clit continued, and so far it was.

Again, the vines began to swell. 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 exfoliation, but the lubrication from her and the vines mixed together and soon enough her slit and ass were welcoming their visitor with unfastened ... er, holes.

"Yes, yes, yes,"she moaned quietly, over and over. The vine on her button 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 1 in her pussy and ass retracted so quickly there was an audible sucking sound from her eubstance as it tried to keep them there. Ava cried out, fighting for her arm so she could wind up herself off. She wasn't strong enough, though, and her clitoris and aching pussy throbbed uselessly, the soreness in her holes was already taking detention, and yet she wanted nothing more than to birth those oversized..things, back inside her.

Just as her heart was slowing and the throbbing between her pegleg began to calm, she felt something creeping back between her peg. It prodded at her opening and she recognized it at the first oversize vine, and this clock time she wasn't as worried. Instead of disinclination, she panted hard and tried to thrust her coxa toward it. Her mind was fogged with desperation, and yet the flora that held her captive seemed like it was in no big hurry at all .