Ava stared at her dimly lit ceiling, bored. The TV in the nook droned on, some kind of late night infomercial begging her to prognosticate in right now and buy a new charcoal grillroom, and the auditory sensation of the filter in her fishtank burbling just loud enough to be annoying. The teen sighed and rolled onto her side of meat to gaze at the wall, glancing at her cell phone filmdom to ensure the time. Nearly two in the morning. She already knew the future day at school was going to nurse, 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 ascertain something Charles Frederick Worth being tired about ? Ava wondered if her swain, Ben, would be at rest home. Without even bothering a text to ask him first, she leapt from bed and headed for the window. Luckily, her room was on the tail level. Sneaking out was practically what that window was made for !

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

The walking to Ben's menage wasn't terribly long, but a small thicket of tree diagram 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 tomahawk to cut a small path through them so the prickly weeds wouldn't be able to scratch her leg 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 pocket, 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 time of day and that he'd gimmick her tomorrow. Ava's heart sunk and letdown fell upon her in a heavy cloud. She was already halfway to his sign, too. But then an idea tickled the back of her mind. Ben's honest-to-god brother Sam would be home, and she'd not overlooked how he tended to stare 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 relationship that was riddled with infidelity, mostly on Ben's part, and so she thought of it as a bit of revenge. No impairment done.

The girl stuck her phone back in her pocket 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 route or her house anymore. She sighed angrily and shine he earpiece's flashlight at the ground, retracing her gradation as well as she could commemorate. Just as binge were beginning to prick the street corner of her eyes and reverence crept up on her, a sharp pain in her articulatio talocruralis sent her to the ground. She'd twisted it on a wander tree source, and it was already turning calamitous. The miss really started to cry then, loud and shuddering sobbing that only someone who was sure they'd die could create. A little striking ? Maybe, but Ava was that character of female child anyway.

She pulled herself onto her hired man and stifle with a grunt, only to feel something poise wrap itself around her uninjured ankle joint. Ava shrieked and kicked her leg, but with a sudden forceful tug she was being dragged along the soil on her stomach, her shirt was rolling itself up over her head in the struggle and in a heroic attempt to keep on her mobility she squirmed out of it and tried to reach down and claw at whatever had her. The matter on her ankle was still and felt sort of like a big vine, but no amount of money of digging her nails into it seemed to gravel it. Ava screamed for help and thrashed, but there was naught she could do as it pulled her toward a hole at the base of a tree trunk, and then inside it.

No amount of kicking and screech helped, and it ended up making her pounding articulatio talocruralis experience worse 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 ears. A few seconds later another tentacle came along and wrapped itself around her other leg, politely avoiding her trauma ankle, and then two Thomas More for each arm and one around her eye. It suspended her in a laying locating and she instantly felt better without the blood rushing to her head. Surprisingly, a 5th one appeared from the shadow and caressed her font, wiping away the current of salty tears. All of the vines felt oddly warm and silken, like they were animated in a more mammalian way rather than being a plant, and eventually Ava calmed down and her cries simmered down to sniffling.

It was pitch wickedness and silent aside from the wet auditory sensation of whatever plant she was caught in ... moving around ? She didn't think plants could locomote, but it didn't seem like it was an creature either. She waited for a few minute of arc in secretiveness and just as she was about to call out, a tiny variant of the big unattackable vines holding her crept along her sura, winding and twisting around it like it was a tree luggage compartment to be used for supporting. Her skin prickled with goosebumps and she panted fearfully as it slid up her leg, onto her second joint and began to nuzzle around at the hem of her short pants leg. She whined and tried to give up her ramification free, but the plant was far too secure. What was Sir Thomas More crude than anything was the Wyrd, slimy substance the whole matter was coated with, almost like a snail might be.

The first humble vine was joined by another one of the same size that joined in the jabbing and tugging on her other leg, and within a few minutes it'd figured out how to work her shorts off. Ava's oral fissure went dry, and she wished she'd worn underclothing tonight. The fille bent her wooden leg at the knees and brought them together as much as the plant would allow, but the cool down subway air still prickled at her impertinently shaved mouth. Her heart pounded and she squinted her eyes shut, uncoerced herself to lull down. Whenever Ava was very neural 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 swelled vines around her legs pulled up toward her chest and allowed her leg to close, although the lieu only served to make her more vulnerable. Two tiny vines, the Saame 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 incite only to find herself totally immobilized now.

The flora seemed to be check, because the sec vine needed no assistance finding her now soaked pussy. It was patrician in its probing, never doing anything more than soft caresses on her exterior lips. It actually felt prissy, and Ava felt herself relaxing a bit. No boy had ever paid so much attention to her puss before- they were too worried about their own pleasure.

She felt her bra being tugged on and then pushed up to expose her tit, 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 reverence and joy. Her pussy was wetter now, some of the lubrication dripping down between her ass face, and the vines down there squirmed and wriggled happily in the liquid. Her button grew harder as she grew hornier, and within just a few minutes the tiny nub protruded just the petite amount from between her tightly shut puss lips. Her head lolled backwards and her mouth was agape, and now instead of wanting to shut her stage she was fighting to get them unfastened.

"Please,"she moaned, to no reply.

The little, civilized vine that'd been playing with her puss sass retracted and she nearly cried out at the red, but the sensation of something larger and hotter kept her subdued. It poked clumsily at her intimate thighs, leaving strings of thick liquid on her skin anywhere it touched, before finding its target. Her kitty-cat lips parted easily for it, but she quickly realized it was far too magnanimous for her. It rested its tip just between her brim, only the very upmost character of it anywhere near minor 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 entrance 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 humble opposite number behind who wasted no time at all.

One, and then the other slithered slowly into her pussy. They were only the thickness of pencils and so she couldn't finger them much at initiatory, but then she felt them begin to swell. A deep moan wracked her and she wanted so badly to send her hand between her legs to her hard, begging clit. No such portion, 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 marker, to finally the size of cucumber vine. Why wouldn't they just go ? Ava cried out for them to do it her, which earned her nothing but a shock from the vines inside her as they twitched. Her climax was so finis, and it was like this stupid industrial plant was teasing her.

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

The plant seemed to hear her this sentence, and they began to pump in and out of her sopping pussy one at a time, in intervals. Ava was nearly lost at this breaker point, moaning and squirming and begging for more than, and when she felt something hot and wet and flat picture show her clit she nearly cried with relief.

The vines holding her ramification together finally relaxed and let her splay them apart, and just as she felt the warm titillation of coming at the dorsum of her mind begin to grow, one of the vines in her puss retracted and began to twist around at her ass. She gasped and wailed a ‘ no !'into the darkness, her sexual climax still growing even as she tried to tense her asshole to forbid entranceway. The vine wasn't having it, though, and it's voluminous amount of fluid saw its easy entryway into her. It didn't injury as much as she expected, and within a few shallow virgule she was growing to savor it. All that mattered was the stimulant on her button 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 declamatory 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 pussy and ass were welcoming their visitors with open ... er, holes.

"Yes, yes, yes,"she moaned quietly, over and over. The vine on her clitoris sped up and she bucked her rose hip madly, desperate to finally cum. Just as her toes began to draw in and her sore branch tensed, everything stopped.

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

Just as her heart was slowing and the pounding between her stage began to quiet, she felt something creeping back between her legs. It prodded at her possible action and she recognized it at the low oversized vine, and this meter she wasn't as disquieted. Instead of reluctance, she panted hard and tried to shove her hips toward it. Her mind was foggy with despair, and yet the works that held her prisoner seemed like it was in no big hurriedness at all .