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They were hungry. Urgently, desperately hungry.
I turned to flee, but it was too late. The tendrils had already wrapped themselves around my legs, snaking up to my waist. I tore them off, ignoring the green sap covering my hands, but they kept coming.
My heart pounded as the shoots squeezed around my limbs. My breath came in panicky bursts as I exerted myself. The vines seemed to have a mind of their own, twisting and coiling around me, growing more aggressive by the second.
I tried to connect with the plant mind and make them let me go. But my terror overwhelmed me, and I couldn’t focus enough. The more I struggled, the tighter the plants gripped me.
There were razor-sharp thorns at the end of each tendril. I yelped as I pricked myself and then watched in disbelief as the droplets of blood disappeared into tiny holes at the top of the shoots.
“Shit.” I gritted my teeth as the tendrils slithered beneath my pants, dragging along the skin. They lifted the hem of Than’s shirt, exposing my body to the cold air. As they pushed higher, they kept cutting me until my skin was covered in a sheen of blood, mixing with the plant’s green goo on my inner thighs.
It hurt like hell as the thorns moved higher, like hundreds of paper cuts along their path. I wanted to scream for help, but who’d hear me? I was alone, with nothing but these torturous plants for company.
Flinching at the constant nicks, I watched in disbelief as more blood trickled down my waist. Under the cuts, the skin tingled. The feeling grew stronger the longer I struggled against the vines’ hold.
And then the pain morphed into something else entirely. My breath hitched as the tendrils slid higher under the shirt until they reached my nipples. They coiled around them, pinching and squeezing, leaving them hard and aching for relief.
I bit my lip to hold back a moan, feeling shame burn hot on my cheeks. The more they hurt me, the higher my arousal grew until I stopped fighting and surrendered.
Each twist on my nipples shot a zing of lust into my belly until wetness gathered between my folds.
“Please,” I whispered, desperation creeping into my voice. “Someone...”
Back in the cell, Than had torn a dead guard’s shirt and made a make-shift belt. Then he’d held the legs of the far-too-large pants until I stepped into them. He’d rolled up the legs and tied the belt around my waist.
I made a face, and he’d said, “He doesn’t need them anymore.”
The tendrils had broken the belt and pushed my pants down until they pooled on my ankles. Now they explored until they found the bundle of nerves between my legs, teasing my clit, stroking it with maddeningly gentle touches. It was like being tickled by a thousand feathers, each one sending a jolt of electricity through my body.
“Help!” I choked out, desperately trying to summon someone—anyone—to rescue me from this nightmare. But the vines had other ideas, pushing their way into my mouth, stifling my cries. My jaw ached at the unexpected stretch, and my eyes bulged in fear, tears streaming down my face.
My mind was reeling from the horrifying mix of sensations. But my body shook with shudders of pleasure, getting pushed higher and higher by the stimulation. I clenched my fists, seeking to break through the haze of lust fogging my brain. There had to be something in the sap of the infernal plant that made me feel so out of control.
Please... don’t, I thought, praying that the parasite would be sated soon. But the vines worked on their own schedule, their relentless teasing quickly driving me over the edge. This wasn’t good. My body was out of my control, my arms and legs secured. I hung a few feet off the ground, being stimulated for what end?
What could the plant want? It wasn’t interested in having sex with me. That’s not how flora worked. The never ending hunger I’d sensed earlier left only one conclusion: it wanted to feed off me like a venus flytrap. Not good at all.
Something curled around my clit, pulsing until my limbs stiffened. I threw my head back and screamed. The invasive tendrils smothered my wails of pleasure as my body betrayed me with a mind-shattering orgasm. The shoots suckled my juices as eagerly as they did the blood that was flowing more freely. For long moments, I hung in the plant’s grip, my cunt twitching with aftershocks.
The monster’s hold loosened around my body, and I wiggled weakly, trying to tear away. But it wasn’t releasing me. More vines slithered up my thighs, slick and cool against my heated flesh.
The tendrils coiled around my hips, tightening with a possessive grip that left me groaning with pain. And then, without warning, the vines pushed into my pussy.
“Shit—” I choked out, losing my breath at the sudden invasion. The plant filled me completely, stretching me like I’d never been stretched before. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending alight with a mix of fear and pleasure so intense I couldn’t think straight.
I struggled, pulling as hard as I could, but it was no use. I soon ran out of steam and hung limply in the plant’s mindless hold. My body shuddered under the onslaught as the vines plunged deeper, hitting spots inside me I didn’t even know existed.
My mind was clouding as I realized I wasn’t getting away. Conflicting emotions raced through my head—terror at what was happening to me and the overwhelming need to be fucked harder and climax again.
When I thought I couldn’t take any more, the vines drew back and slammed into me one final time, driving me into a violent orgasm that ripped through me like a storm.
“Fuck!” I screamed, my voice hoarse and broken as the pleasure tore me apart. My mind ceased to exist. I knew nothing but pain and pleasure, fear and desire. And as the vines slipped further back, I begged for more.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please... don’t stop.”
The vines teased the sensitive flesh around my back entrance before pushing inside. At first, my body fought to expel them, but they were relentless, thickening as they went, forcing me to accept the intrusion.
I gasped, tears streaming down my face as the shoots continued their merciless assault. But beneath the pain, there was a strange pleasure—a dark, twisted satisfaction that came from submitting to something so utterly beyond my control.
