Ava stared at her palely lit ceiling, bored. The TV in the box droned on, some kind of late night infomercial begging her to hollo in right now and buy a new oxford grey grill, and the speech 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 prison cell phone screen to check the sentence. Nearly two in the break of the day. She already knew the future day at schooltime was going to go down on, even if she went to sleep now. An estimate struck her, though. If she was going to be tired anyway, why not go out for a bit and happen something worth being tired about ? Ava wondered if her boyfriend, Ben, would be at home. Without even bothering a textbook to ask him first, she leapt from bed and headed for the window. Luckily, her room was on the bottom storey. Sneaking out was practically what that window was made for !

She shimmied through the window into the warm up summer Night, struggling a bit to get her rose hip to fit. It might have been perfect for sneaking out, but her ass wasn't.

The walk of life to Ben's house wasn't terribly long, but a lowly 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 dope wouldn't be able-bodied to scratch her legs up anymore. Ava was giddy with expectation, her middle thrummed almost uncomfortably fast in her chest as she picked her way over the choppy terrain. In her air pocket, her headphone buzzed. It was Ben, and he'd just informed her he wasn't going to be back from his friend's home company for another few minute and that he'd catch her tomorrow. Ava's center sunk and dashing hopes fell upon her in a intemperate cloud. She was already halfway to his house, too. But then an estimation tickled the backrest of her mind. Ben's previous 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 unfaithfulness, mostly on Ben's part, and so she thought of it as a bit of revenge. No harm 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 dodging 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 smoothen he telephone set's flashlight at the land, retracing her footstep as well as she could remember. Just as tears were beginning to prick the corners of her eyes and fear crept up on her, a sharp annoyance in her mortise joint sent her to the ground. She'd twisted it on a stray tree root, and it was already turning calamitous. The girl really started to cry then, aloud and shuddering bastard that only someone who was sure they'd die could create. A little spectacular ? Maybe, but Ava was that type of girl anyway.

She pulled herself onto her hands and articulatio genus with a grunt, only to sense something cool off wrap itself around her uninjured ankle. Ava shrieked and kicked her leg, but with a sudden forceful tug she was being dragged along the soil on her abdomen, her shirt was rolling itself up over her heading in the struggle and in a heroic attempt to keep her mobility she squirmed out of it and tried to reach down and hook at whatever had her. The thing on her mortise joint was smooth and felt sort of like a big vine, but no sum of money of digging her nails into it seemed to bother it. Ava screamed for service and thresh, but there was nothing she could do as it pulled her toward a hollow at the pedestal of a tree trunk, and then inside it.

No amount of kick and screaming helped, and it ended up making her throbbing ankle feel spoilt to boot. Ava sobbed as the vine dangled her precariously in the air, the sound of slickly moving ... thing moving around the secret cavern filling her ears. A few seconds later another tentacle came along and wrapped itself around her early leg, politely avoiding her hurt ankle, and then two more than for each arm and one around her centre. It suspended her in a position position and she instantly felt better without the blood hurry to her head. Surprisingly, a fifth one appeared from the wickedness and caressed her side, wiping away the flow of salty tear. All of the vines felt oddly strong and silken, 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 strike, but it didn't seem like it was an animal either. She waited for a few mo in secretiveness and just as she was about to visit 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 trunk to be used for support. Her tegument prickled with goose pimple and she panted fearfully as it slid up her leg, onto her thigh and began to horn in around at the hem of her shorts leg. She whined and tried to quetch her legs liberate, but the flora was far too strong. What was more gross than anything was the weird, slimed nitty-gritty the whole matter was coated with, almost like a snail might be.

The first small vine was joined by another one of the same size that joined in the poking and tugging on her other leg, and within a few minutes it'd figured out how to shape her shorts off. Ava's mouth went dry, and she wished she'd worn underwear tonight. The girl hang her peg at the knees and brought them together as much as the works would allow, but the cool underground air still prickled at her freshly shaved brim. Her heart and soul pounded and she squinted her optic shut, willing herself to settle down down. Whenever Ava was very nervous or excited, her cunt got wet. And this was no elision.

It was like the vines could smell her, and even as she clamped her knees together they couldn't be deterred. The fully grown vines around her ramification pulled up toward her pectus and allowed her legs to shut, although the posture only served to form 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 puckered prick, Ava squealed and tried to actuate only to determine herself totally immobilized now.

The works seemed to be con, because the second vine needed no help finding her now soak pussy. It was gentle in its probing, never doing anything more than soft caresses on her outside brim. 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 delight.

She felt her bra being tugged on and then pushed up to expose her boob, 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 care and joy. Her pussy was wetter now, some of the lubrication dripping down between her ass impertinence, and the vines down there squirmed and wriggled happily in the liquid state. Her clit grew intemperate as she grew hornier, and within just a few hour the tiny nub protruded just the midget amount from between her tightly shut pussy back talk. Her head lolled backwards and her mouth was agape, and now instead of wanting to shut her legs she was fighting to get them afford.

"Please,"she moaned, to no reply.

The belittled, polite vine that'd been playing with her pussy rim retracted and she nearly cried out at the loss, but the sensation of something larger and hotter kept her quiet. It poked clumsily at her inner thighs, leaving bowed stringed instrument of thickheaded liquid 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 large for her. It rested its tip just between her lips, only the very upmost contribution of it anywhere near modest enough to take a breather at the first step of her pussycat, 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 sensation back. The giant star vine retracted, leaving its pocket-sized counterparts behind who wasted no time at all.

One, and then the other slither slowly into her pussy. They were only the thickness of pencils and so she couldn't finger them much at low gear, but then she felt them set about to well up. A oceanic abyss moan wracked her and she wanted so badly to mail her hand between her leg to her hard, begging clitoris. No such luck, as the vines still held her tightly.

Her hip joint bucked and she cried out in thwarting 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 bang her, which earned her null but a jar from the vines inside her as they twitched. Her orgasm was so close, and it was like this stupid industrial 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 pussy one at a time, in musical interval. Ava was nearly lost at this percentage point, moaning and squirming and begging for more, and when she felt something hot and wet and savourless moving picture her clitoris 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 strong titillation of orgasm at the binding of her idea begin to grow, one of the vines in her kitty 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 up her arsehole to prohibit entry. The vine wasn't having it, though, and it's plenteous measure of fluid saw its tardily entrance into her. It didn't scathe 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 button continued, and so far it was.

Again, the vines began to well up. With a meretricious groan, she felt her channel expand with them until finally it was so vauntingly within her it was beginning to sting. That set her back a few notched on the cumming shell, but the lubrication from her and the vines mixed together and soon enough her slit and ass were welcoming their visitors 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, 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 hearable sucking auditory sensation from her body as it tried to keep them there. Ava cried out, fighting for her arm so she could cease herself off. She wasn't inviolable enough, though, and her clit and aching cunt throbbed uselessly, the irritation in her holes was already taking hold, 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 legs began to calm, she felt something creeping back between her legs. It prodded at her gap and she recognized it at the first base oversize vine, and this time she wasn't as worried. Instead of reluctance, she panted hard and tried to shove her pelvic girdle toward it. Her mind was foggy with despair, and yet the works that held her captive seemed like it was in no big rushing at all .