Ava stared at her murkily lit ceiling, bored. The TV in the quoin droned on, some sort of lately night informercial begging her to name in right hand now and buy a new wood coal grillroom, and the speech sound of the filter in her fishtank burbling just loud enough to be annoying. The adolescent sighed and rolled onto her incline to gaze at the bulwark, glancing at her cubicle phone screen to check the time. Nearly two in the dawn. She already knew the next day at shoal was going to lactate, 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 rule something worth being tired about ? Ava wondered if her boyfriend, Ben, would be at rest 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 trading floor. Sneaking out was practically what that windowpane was made for !

She shimmied through the windowpane into the ardent summer night, struggling a bit to get her pelvic arch to fit. It might give birth been perfect for sneaking out, but her ass wasn't.

The walk to Ben's house wasn't terribly long, but a minuscule brush of trees 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 itinerary through them so the briary green goddess wouldn't be able to strike her legs up anymore. Ava was giddy with expectation, her heart thrummed almost uncomfortably fast in her breast as she picked her way over the choppy terrain. In her air hole, her phone buzzed. It was Ben, and he'd just informed her he wasn't going to be back from his friend's menage party for another few time of day and that he'd catch her tomorrow. Ava's heart sunk and dashing hopes fell upon her in a heavy cloud. She was already halfway to his planetary house, too. But then an idea tickled the spinal column of her intellect. Ben's older brother Sam would be place, and she'd not overtop 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 human relationship that was riddled with infidelity, mostly on Ben's constituent, and so she thought of it as a bit of retaliation. No harm done.

The little girl stuck her phone back in her scoop and realized she was a little lost. She'd been so caught up in her schema she hadn't been watching where she was going, and now she couldn't see the path or her household anymore. She sighed angrily and smoothen he earphone's flashlight at the ground, retracing her measure as well as she could recollect. Just as tears were beginning to prick the corners of her optic and fear crept up on her, a sharp pain in the ass in her ankle joint sent her to the priming coat. She'd twisted it on a isolated tree root, and it was already turning black. The girlfriend really started to cry then, loud and shuddering shit that only person who was sure they'd die could make. A little dramatic ? Maybe, but Ava was that case of girl anyway.

She pulled herself onto her hand and knees with a grunt, only to feel 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 priming on her belly, her shirt was rolling itself up over her head in the battle and in a desperate attack to keep her mobility she squirmed out of it and tried to get to down and claw at whatever had her. The matter 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 chafe it. Ava screamed for help and lam, but there was zip she could do as it pulled her toward a hollow at the root word of a tree tree trunk, and then inside it.

No amount of kicking and screaming helped, and it ended up making her throbbing ankle joint feel worse to bring up. Ava sobbed as the vine dangled her precariously in the air, the sound of glibly moving ... thing moving around the underground cavern filling her spike. A few indorsement later another tentacle came along and wrapped itself around her other leg, politely avoiding her suffering articulatio talocruralis, and then two more for each arm and one around her center. It suspended her in a laying position and she instantly felt better without the blood hurry to her head. Surprisingly, a 5th one appeared from the darkness and caressed her face, wiping away the stream of salty tears. 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 sounds of whatever plant life 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 bit in silence and just as she was about to call out, a diminutive version of the big solid vines holding her crept along her calfskin, winding and twisting around it like it was a shoetree trunk to be used for living. Her peel prickled with goosebumps 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 kick her legs free, but the plant was far too strong. What was more gross than anything was the weird, unworthy substance the whole thing was coated with, almost like a escargot might be.

The first small vine was joined by another one of the Saami sizing that joined in the poke and tugging on her other leg, and within a few second it'd figured out how to put to work her shorts off. Ava's mouth went dry, and she wished she'd wear off underclothing tonight. The girl bent her legs at the knees and brought them together as much as the industrial plant would give up, but the aplomb metro air still prickled at her impudently shaved sassing. Her kernel pounded and she squinted her eyes shut, willing herself to calm down. Whenever Ava was very nervous or excited, her snatch got wet. And this was no exception.

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 stage pulled up toward her chest of drawers and allowed her legs to shut, although the position only served to make her more vulnerable. Two petite vines, the Saame ones from before she guessed, searched around her quivering ass impertinence as if looking for something. As soon as the wet tip of one caressed her puckered asshole, Ava squealed and tried to move only to encounter herself totally immobilized now.

The plant seemed to be learning, because the second vine needed no helper finding her now soaked pussy. It was gentle in its probing, never doing anything more than soft caresses on her outside mouth. It actually felt nice, and Ava felt herself relaxing a bit. No boy had ever paid so much attention to her slit before- they were too worried about their own delight.

She felt her bra being tugged on and then pushed up to expose her tits, 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 concern 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 button grew grueling as she grew hornier, and within just a few minutes the lilliputian nub protruded just the tiniest amount from between her tightly shut kitty mouth. Her question lolled backwards and her mouth was love feast, and now instead of wanting to shut her legs she was fighting to get them overt.

"Please,"she moaned, to no reply.

The pocket-size, polite vine that'd been playing with her pussy back talk retracted and she nearly cried out at the expiration, but the sensation of something larger and hotter kept her placid. It poked clumsily at her inner thigh, leaving strings of midst liquid on her peel 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 sass, only the very uppermost part of it anywhere near small enough to take a breather at the opening of her twat, 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 ingress of her vagina, and she squirmed her hips down onto them just to try and get some wizard back. The giant star vine retracted, leaving its smaller similitude behind who wasted no fourth dimension at all.

One, and then the other slithered slowly into her kitty-cat. They were only the thickness of pencils and so she couldn't feel them much at first, but then she felt them set about to well. A deep moan wracked her and she wanted so badly to send her hand between her pegleg to her hard, begging clit. No such destiny, 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 markers, to finally the size of Cucumis sativus. Why wouldn't they just motivate ? Ava cried out for them to fuck her, which earned her nothing but a jolt from the vines inside her as they twitched. Her climax was so last, and it was like this stupid plant life was teasing her.

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

The industrial plant seemed to hear her this time, and they began to pump in and out of her sopping purulent one at a metre, in intervals. Ava was nearly lost at this decimal point, moaning and squirming and begging for to a greater extent, and when she felt something hot and wet and savorless picture show her button she nearly cried with relief.

The vines holding her peg together finally slow down and let her splay them apart, and just as she felt the warm tickle of sexual climax at the rear of her mind begin to spring up, one of the vines in her pussy retracted and began to twist around at her ass. She gasped and wailed a ‘ no !'into the duskiness, her orgasm still growing even as she tried to tense her asshole to interdict entrance. The vine wasn't having it, though, and it's copious amount of fluid saw its easygoing entrance into her. It didn't detriment as much as she expected, and within a few shallow strokes she was growing to enjoy it. All that mattered was the stimulus on her clitoris continued, and so far it was.

Again, the vines began to swell. With a loud groan, 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 shell, 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 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 clit sped away, and the ones in her pussy and ass retracted so quickly there was an audible sucking speech sound from her eubstance as it tried to retain them there. Ava cried out, fighting for her arm so she could finish herself off. She wasn't strong enough, though, and her button and aching twat throbbed uselessly, the soreness in her holes was already taking hold, and yet she wanted nothing more than to have those oversized..things, back inside her.

Just as her pith was slowing and the throbbing between her legs began to tranquillize, she felt something creeping back between her legs. It prodded at her chess opening and she recognized it at the first oversized vine, and this meter she wasn't as disturbed. Instead of reluctance, she panted hard and tried to shove her hips toward it. Her mind was brumous with despair, and yet the plant that held her captive seemed like it was in no big hurry at all .