All of the original characters introduced By Athena, remain her property. This story could not have been possible without her inspiration.
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For the Love of Botany: Chapter 0ne
Sarah couldn’t wait to find out about the new botanical project Dr. Sanchez had asked her to work on. She quickly ran down the hallways towards the laboratory deliberately ignoring the stares of her male co-workers. She knew why they watched. It wasn’t every day a tanned brunette beauty in a short skirt ran down the hallway each step exposing more and more of her beautiful thighs, and causing her ample breasts to bounce.
She liked their attention and frequently went home and enjoyed secret fantasies of some of her co-workers fucking her virgin pussy. She never had had sex though or even a relationship, because for her, her work had always been first. Finally she arrived at the lab’s massive double doors. She entered her security code and watched the doors slide open with a small whoosh.
She walked through and heard the doors close and lock behind her. The lab was totally dark except to a chair in the middle of the lab floor where experiments took place. Next to it were some ropes. Curious, Sarah walked towards the chair. As soon as she passed the last set of computers she knew something was wrong. Suddenly, a large strong hand closed over her left wrist and another clamped her right wrist. She screamed as she was pushed forward towards the chair. She was pulled down onto the man’s lap as he sat. She heard him speak as she kicked at him unsuccessfully. She recognized the voice! It was Dr. Sanchez.
“Hello Sarah, I'm so glad you decided to come. I wanted to show you a special plant.” She screamed again and realized no one could hear her through the sound-proof doors. Not that it would matter. No one was here anyway, she realized. Dr. Sanchez gripped both her hands in his massive right hand. He picked up something off the ground. The rope, Sarah realized. The new revelation brought her to sobs.
“Please, don't, don't hurt me,” she said through her tears. He wrapped the rope around her shaking wrists, the rough surface cutting into her beautiful skin. He lifted her hands above her and attached them to a hook she had not realized was there. She kicked furiously again this time almost succeeding in knocking the chair over.
“Don’t struggle, or it will only get worse,” Dr. Sanchez said. “This should turn out to be quite pleasurable to you,” he continued. Now Sarah’s head shot up with the sudden realization that he wasn't going to beat her, kill her, or kidnap her. He had something else in mind.
With this sudden realization she screamed, “NO!! Please Dr. Sanchez! Anything but that.” He stood behind her as he bound her legs to the chair. Sarah began to sob again as she realized she was completely helpless. She felt his hands began to run up her waist to her chest. She sobbed as he began to knead her firm breasts slowly. She groaned as he pinched her untouched nipples and twirled and spun them between her fingers. Horrified that she was experiencing pleasure in all of this she began to cry out again. She felt his hot quick breathing on her neck as he lowered his head and began to lick her ear and kiss her neck.
“Please,” she weakly moaned. His hands ran down to her waist again this time pulling her shirt up and out of her skirt where it had been tucked away. His hot hands ran slowly squeezing rubbing up to her tanned breasts, where they began to pinch and play again. This time the heat and touch of his hands to her bare breasts brought an uncontrollable moan of pleasure to her lips. “No, no, I won't enjoy this!” she screamed to herself.
He reassured her as he played with her hard nipples. “You’ll be having a lot more fun in a little bit, don’t you worry,” she heard him say. Suddenly his hands ran back down her body to her skirt that he began to pull away. The buttons popped free quickly and easily. “No!” she screamed inside her head, “It’s over!” He threw her skirt to the side. He ripped the shirt from her, tearing it down her beautiful back. She now only had her panties to protect her from him.
“Now, I want you to meet that plant I originally had you come to study.” With that he reached in his back pocket and pulled something out. She heard a click and a mechanical groan as the ground in front of her slid away to reveal a dark pit. A strong sweet flowery fragrance wafted up to her nose. It soon filled the room. Then she heard a faint rustle as a long vine like tentacle appeared at the edge of the pit and moved outward in circles gradually homing in on where she sat.
“This is the only plant of its type,” she heard Sanchez whisper in her ear. “It feeds on female orgasms.” She gazed wide-eyed at the approaching tentacle. Could it really be? No, he must be joking; no plant ever fed on sexual activity. But then again why hadn't he raped her and gone through all the trouble just to get her here. She began to believe that it actually might.
When the tentacle got within a foot of her it shot forward with amazing speed between her spread thighs. It paused for a moment right in front of her quim that was still hidden behind her white panties. Then it retracted and ran back to a silver pole that ran from roof to floor. It wrapped around. As it did, three more appeared, each wrapping around the pole.