Ava stared at her dimly lit ceiling, bored. The TV in the nook droned on, some kind of former Night infomercial begging her to prognosticate in right now and buy a new oxford gray grill, and the auditory sensation of the filter in her fishtank burbling just loud enough to be annoying. The teenager sighed and rolled onto her face to stare at the wall, glancing at her mobile phone earphone screen to check the time. Nearly two in the morning. She already knew the next day at school was going to give suck, even if she went to sleep now. An mind struck her, though. If she was going to be tired anyway, why not go out for a bit and find something deserving being tired about ? Ava wondered if her fellow, 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 bottom floor. 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 hip to fit. It might have been perfect for sneaking out, but her ass wasn't.

The walk to Ben's theatre wasn't terribly long, but a small copse of Tree separated the two and it was much quicker 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 way of life through them so the barbed weeds wouldn't be able-bodied to scratch her stage up anymore. Ava was giddy with anticipation, her tenderness thrummed almost uncomfortably fast in her chest as she picked her way over the jerky terrain. In her sac, her earpiece buzzed. It was Ben, and he'd just informed her he wasn't going to be back from his booster's house party for another few hours and that he'd collar her tomorrow. Ava's heart sunk and disappointment fell upon her in a heavy cloud. She was already halfway to his planetary house, too. But then an idea tickled the back of her mind. Ben's Old brother Sam would be home, 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 hard, on again off again kinship that was riddled with unfaithfulness, mostly on Ben's part, and so she thought of it as a bit of revenge. No hurt done.

The girl stuck her phone back in her pocket and realized she was a little doomed. She'd been so caught up in her dodge she hadn't been watching where she was going, and now she couldn't see the course or her house anymore. She sighed angrily and radiate he phone's flashlight at the terra firma, retracing her footfall as well as she could remember. Just as tears were beginning to twinge the corners of her eyes and fearfulness crept up on her, a sharp-worded bother in her ankle sent her to the priming. She'd twisted it on a stray tree root, and it was already turning grim. The girl really started to cry then, forte and shuddering sobs that only soul who was indisputable they'd die could create. A minuscule dramatic ? Maybe, but Ava was that eccentric of girlfriend anyway.

She pulled herself onto her deal and human knee with a grunt, only to finger something cool wrap itself around her uninjured articulatio talocruralis. Ava shrieked and kicked her leg, but with a sudden forceful tug she was being dragged along the priming on her stomach, her shirt was rolling itself up over her headland in the struggle and in a heroic endeavor to hold back her mobility she squirmed out of it and tried to touch down and claw at whatever had her. The thing on her articulatio talocruralis was smooth and felt variety of like a big vine, but no quantity of digging her nails into it seemed to nark it. Ava screamed for assistance and lam, but there was nothing she could do as it pulled her toward a hollow at the base of a tree diagram trunk, and then inside it.

No quantity of kicking and screaming helped, and it ended up making her throbbing ankle feel worse to reboot. Ava sobbed as the vine dangled her precariously in the air, the sound of slickly moving ... things moving around the underground cavern filling her ear. 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 heart. It suspended her in a put down position and she instantly felt better without the roue rushing to her capitulum. Surprisingly, a twenty percent one appeared from the darkness and caressed her fount, wiping away the stream of salty tears. All of the vines felt oddly ardent and silky, like they were awake in a more mammal way rather than being a works, and eventually Ava calmed down and her watchword simmered down to sniffling.

It was pitch nighttime and soundless aside from the wet sounds of whatever industrial plant she was caught in ... moving around ? She didn't think industrial plant could travel, but it didn't seem like it was an animal either. She waited for a few hour in silence and just as she was about to shout out out, a diminutive edition of the big strong vines holding her crept along her calf, winding and twisting around it like it was a Tree automobile trunk to be used for support. Her cutis prickled with goose skin and she panted fearfully as it slid up her leg, onto her thigh and began to poke around at the hem of her drawers leg. She whined and tried to give up her legs free, but the plant life was far too inviolable. What was to a greater extent porcine than anything was the Weird, slimy pith the whole thing was coated with, almost like a snail might be.

The first-class honours degree diminished vine was joined by another one of the Saami size of it that joined in the jabbing and tugging on her early leg, and within a few hour it'd figured out how to work her underdrawers off. Ava's mouth went dry, and she wished she'd tire underwear tonight. The female child knack her legs at the knees and brought them together as much as the works would allow, but the sang-froid underground air still prickled at her saucily shaved sass. Her heart pounded and she squinted her oculus shut, willing herself to calm down. Whenever Ava was very nervous or wind up, her snatch got wet. And this was no elision.

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 thorax and allowed her legs to shut, although the office only served to piddle 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 asshole, Ava squealed and tried to prompt only to determine herself totally immobilized now.

The plant seemed to be learning, because the second vine needed no avail finding her now wet puss. It was blue-blooded in its probing, never doing anything more than soft caresses on her exterior lips. It actually felt nice, and Ava felt herself relaxing a bit. No boy had ever paid so 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 bring out her tits, which were promptly attacked by two More vines that suctioned themselves onto her teat hungrily. Somehow they applied suction, and Ava moaned loudly both in fear 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 clit grew harder as she grew hornier, and within just a few hour the diminutive nub protruded just the tiniest total from between her tightly shut slit backtalk. Her head lolled backwards and her backtalk was love feast, and now instead of wanting to exclude her leg she was fighting to get them assailable.

"Please,"she moaned, to no reply.

The small, polite vine that'd been playing with her cunt lips retracted and she nearly cried out at the deprivation, but the sensation of something expectant and hotter kept her placid. It poked clumsily at her privileged thighs, leaving string section of dense liquid on her skin anywhere it touched, before finding its target area. Her pussy brim parted easily for it, but she quickly realized it was far too tumid for her. It rested its tip just between her lips, only the very topmost part of it anywhere near pocket-size enough to rest at the possible action of her kitty-cat, and Ava grew distressed. 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 maven back. The giant vine retracted, leaving its smaller counterparts behind who wasted no time at all.

One, and then the other slide slowly into her cunt. They were only the thickness of pencils and so she couldn't feel them much at first, 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 luck, as the vines still held her tightly.

Her hips bucked and she cried out in defeat as the two vines inside her grew slowly from pencils, to dry erase marking, to finally the size of cucumbers. Why wouldn't they just propel ? Ava cried out for them to fuck her, which earned her nothing but a jerk from the vines inside her as they twitched. Her coming was so conclude, and it was like this dullard plant was teasing her.

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

The plant seemed to get word her this time, and they began to pump in and out of her sopping pussy one at a time, in intervals. Ava was nearly lost at this point, moaning and squirming and begging for Thomas More, and when she felt something hot and wet and flat flick her clit she nearly cried with sculptural relief.

The vines holding her legs together finally relaxed and let her splay them apart, and just as she felt the warm tickles of orgasm at the spine of her mind begin to rise, one of the vines in her pussy retracted and began to worm around at her ass. She gasped and wailed a ‘ no !'into the darkness, her climax still growing even as she tried to tense her asshole to forbid entrance. The vine wasn't having it, though, and it's rich amounts of fluid saw its well-fixed entrance into her. It didn't hurt as much as she expected, and within a few shoal separatrix 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 garish moan, she felt her canal 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 scale, but the lubrication from her and the vines mixed together and soon enough her cunt and ass were welcoming their visitant with unfold ... er, holes.

"Yes, yes, yes,"she moaned quietly, over and over. The vine on her clit sped up and she bucked her hips madly, do-or-die to finally cum. Just as her toes began to curl and her sore pegleg tensed, everything stopped.

The vine on her clit sped away, and the I in her puss and ass retracted so quickly there was an audible sucking speech sound from her body as it tried to retain them there. Ava cried out, fighting for her arm so she could finish herself off. She wasn't potent enough, though, and her clitoris and aching pussy throbbed uselessly, the soreness in her golf hole was already taking hold, and yet she wanted cypher more than to have those oversized..things, back inside her.

Just as her tenderness was slowing and the throbbing between her stage began to lull, she felt something creeping back between her legs. It prodded at her opening and she recognized it at the first oversized vine, and this time she wasn't as vex. Instead of reluctance, she panted hard and tried to shove her pelvis toward it. Her judgment was hazy with despair, and yet the flora that held her prisoner seemed like it was in no big precipitation at all .