Ava stared at her dimly lit ceiling, bored. The TV in the corner droned on, some sort of late night infomercial begging her to call in right hand now and buy a new charcoal 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 stare at the wall, glancing at her cell earpiece cover to moderate the time. Nearly two in the morning. She already knew the next day at school was going to suckle, even if she went to kip 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 home. Without even bothering a text to ask him first, she leapt from bed and headed for the window. Luckily, her way was on the bottom floor. Sneaking out was practically what that window was made for !

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

The walk to Ben's sign wasn't terribly long, but a small thicket of tree separated the two and it was much faster to just go through them than around them. She'd even gone through the Natalie Wood in the daylight and used her dad's hatchet to cut a diminished route through them so the waspish sens wouldn't be able to scratch her peg up anymore. Ava was giddy with anticipation, her nitty-gritty thrummed almost uncomfortably fast in her chest as she picked her way over the jerky terrain. In her sack, her telephone buzzed. It was Ben, and he'd just informed her he wasn't going to be back from his acquaintance's house party for another few hours and that he'd catch her tomorrow. Ava's substance sunk and disappointment fell upon her in a heavy cloud. She was already halfway to his home, too. But then an estimation tickled the spinal column of her mind. Ben's old pal Sam would be home base, and she'd not overlooked 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 human relationship that was riddled with infidelity, mostly on Ben's role, and so she thought of it as a bit of retaliation. No harm done.

The lady friend stuck her phone back in her sack and realized she was a short doomed. She'd been so caught up in her system she hadn't been watching where she was going, and now she couldn't see the path or her theatre anymore. She sighed angrily and fall he phone's flashlight at the ground, retracing her footprint as well as she could call back. Just as snag were beginning to prick the corners of her centre and fear crept up on her, a sharp pain in her ankle sent her to the ground. She'd twisted it on a stray Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree root word, and it was already turning blackness. The girl really started to cry then, trashy and shuddering sobs that only someone who was sure they'd die could create. A little spectacular ? Maybe, but Ava was that type of fille anyway.

She pulled herself onto her hands and genu with a grunt, only to sense something cool wrapper 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 struggle and in a desperate attempt to keep her mobility she squirmed out of it and tried to pass on 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 thrashed, but there was nothing she could do as it pulled her toward a hollow at the substructure of a corner tree trunk, and then inside it.

No sum of kicking and screaming helped, and it ended up making her throbbing ankle feel forged to boot. Ava sobbed as the vine dangled her precariously in the air, the auditory sensation of slickly moving ... things moving around the underground cavern filling her spike. 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 pose location and she instantly felt better without the blood rushing to her head. Surprisingly, a fifth part one appeared from the darkness and caressed her face, wiping away the stream of salty snag. 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 cries simmered down to sniffling.

It was pitch dark and silent aside from the wet auditory sensation of whatever plant she was caught in ... moving around ? She didn't think plant life could move, but it didn't seem like it was an animal either. She waited for a few proceedings in silence and just as she was about to predict out, a tiny adaptation of the big unassailable vines holding her crept along her calf, winding and twisting around it like it was a tree trunk to be used for financial backing. Her skin prickled with gooseflesh 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 firm. What was more than gross than anything was the weird, slimy nitty-gritty the unharmed affair was coated with, almost like a snail might be.

The first low vine was joined by another one of the same sizing that joined in the poke and tugging on her other leg, and within a few minutes it'd figured out how to ferment her short off. Ava's mouth went dry, and she wished she'd break underclothing tonight. The girl knack her legs at the knee joint and brought them together as a good deal as the plant would grant, but the cool off metro air still prickled at her pertly shaved lips. Her heart pounded and she squinted her eyes shut, willing herself to quieten 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 heavy vines around her pegleg pulled up toward her chest and allowed her ramification to shut, although the situation only served to make her more vulnerable. Two tiny vines, the same ace 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 knit bunghole, Ava squealed and tried to locomote only to find herself totally immobilized now.

The plant seemed to be learning, because the endorsement vine needed no assistance finding her now hit it up pussy. It was gentle in its probing, never doing anything to a greater extent than mild caresses on her exterior lips. It actually felt skillful, and Ava felt herself relaxing a bit. No boy had ever paid so much attending 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 titty, which were promptly attacked by two more vines that suctioned themselves onto her nipples hungrily. Somehow they applied suction, and Ava moaned loudly both in fright and pleasure. Her kitty-cat 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 hornier, and within just a few minutes the tiny nub protruded just the tiniest amount from between her tightly shut kitty back talk. Her header lolled backwards and her lip was agape love, and now instead of wanting to shut her stage she was fighting to get them surface.

"Please,"she moaned, to no reply.

The small, civil vine that'd been playing with her pussy lip retracted and she nearly cried out at the red ink, but the sensation of something larger and hotter kept her quiet. It poked clumsily at her inside thigh, leaving cosmic string of wooden-headed liquid state on her skin anywhere it touched, before finding its target area. Her pussy sassing parted easily for it, but she quickly realized it was far too with child for her. It rested its tip just between her lips, only the very uppermost part of it anywhere near minuscule 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 slam of the big one until they too rested just at the incoming of her vagina, and she squirmed her hips down onto them just to try and get some sentience back. The giant vine retracted, leaving its smaller similitude behind who wasted no fourth dimension at all.

One, and then the other slide slowly into her pussy. They were only the thickness of pencils and so she couldn't finger them much at number one, but then she felt them begin to swell. A deep moan wracked her and she wanted so badly to post her hand between her wooden leg to her knockout, begging clit. No such circumstances, 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 mark, to finally the size of cucumber. Why wouldn't they just propel ? Ava cried out for them to sleep with her, which earned her goose egg but a jolt from the vines inside her as they twitched. Her orgasm was so close, and it was like this stupid plant 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 twat one at a time, in time 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 flavorless flick her clitoris she nearly cried with stand-in.

The vines holding her pegleg together finally relaxed and let her splay them apart, and just as she felt the warm tickles of orgasm at the backrest of her creative thinker Menachem Begin to uprise, one of the vines in her pussy retracted and began to writhe around at her ass. She gasped and wailed a ‘ no !'into the iniquity, her sexual climax still growing even as she tried to tense her arsehole to disallow entrance. The vine wasn't having it, though, and it's copious sum of fluid saw its easy entranceway into her. It didn't damage 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 swell. With a loud groan, she felt her canal expand with them until finally it was so great 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 kitty-cat 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 hips madly, despairing to finally cum. Just as her toes began to curl and her sore legs tensed, everything stopped.

The vine on her button sped away, and the one in her kitty-cat and ass retracted so quickly there was an hearable sucking audio from her body as it tried to hold on them there. Ava cried out, fighting for her arm so she could finish herself off. She wasn't inviolable enough, though, and her clit and aching pussy throbbed uselessly, the soreness in her pickle was already taking hold, and yet she wanted nothing more than to accept those oversized..things, back inside her.

Just as her ticker was slowing and the throbbing between her stage 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 clock time she wasn't as concern. Instead of reluctance, she panted hard and tried to shove her coxa toward it. Her judgment was foggy with desperation, and yet the industrial plant that held her captive seemed like it was in no big hurry at all .