Garden of Unearthly Delights

To all intents and purposes, it looked like a melon patch except, no melons ever grew amongst the mass of intertwining tendrils and the occasional appearance of a flower head that was weirdly huge. Over half the sizable back garden was given over to this so called 'melon patch', the rest of it being left as lawn. Not being much of a gardener Daisy, since she had moved in to her new house a year ago, had done her level best to ignore the patch which was now very overgrown with thick, ugly looking tendrils. What was worse was that, now that it was summer, Daisy often sunbathed on the lawn and the last few times she had done so she had been suddenly splattered with copious amounts of thick, creamy fluid, which brought an abrupt and unpleasant end to her sunning herself.

The horrid stuff smelled quite disgusting and, on one occasion when, after propping herself up on her elbows, she looked down on the thick, stinky goo sitting on her flat belly, she was almost sure that it seemed to have a life all of it's own. As she circumspectly eyed the horrid, intruding stuff, it spread out, in a suspiciously uneven manner, apparently moving directly towards the waistband of her bikini bottoms. The idea that it possessed an independent life of it's own was so disturbing that she shuddered before she gingerly but, in a half frenzy, rapidly wiped the putrid stuff off. Alas, Daisy was never quick enough to see where the stuff had come from, she was convinced though, that it came from one of the plants in the patch.

And so it was that, one day when she came back from an early evening drinks party, she was determined to get rid of all the plants in the patch as, earlier in the afternoon her sunbathing had been rudely brought to an end once again, by another, rather suspiciously well aimed, even thicker, splattering of the gooey, oddly warm substance, landing with a resounding slap on her flat stomach.

Looking very fetching and pretty in her flower printed, white summer dress that she had worn to the drinks party, she had tied her blonde hair into pig-tails as the only temporary concession to the work she intended to do. The slim hipped Daisy strode straight to the garden shed. a look of determination in her blue eyes. She came out a carrying a well honed hand axe. Nervously entering the patch, she made her way to the middle where a particularly hideous central stalk supported a huge and weird looking, three-petalled flower which was the only flower in the whole patch. Without delay she raised her axe and brought it down on one of the tree-sized, exposed roots below.

To Daisy's annoyed surprise, she missed the root completely, the head of the axe sinking ineffectually into the dry soil at one side. Staring down at the root with puzzlement, she was almost sure that she had seen it move out of the way just at the last moment but, putting this idea aside as a silly fancy she raised her axe once again.

Swinging her axe for the second time with all her might, she struck the earth once again, missing her intended target and this time she was more convinced that she had seen the root move out of the path of the axe. Bending over to look at the root more closely with a quizzical expression on her pretty face, she stared with disbelief at the gnarled and loathsome object that seemed so tightly embedded in the earth, and wondered, how could that move?

Just at that instant, a singular, huge, nearby flower head leapt forward with lightening speed before her face. Before she knew what was happening, it had instantly wrapped its large petals round each side of her head and over the top, gripping it tightly and completely trapping it inside the flower.

Utterly taken by surprise, and before the shocked Daisy could make any latent attempt to extract her head from the flower, it's stalk rapidly retracted within the main body of the plant, pulling her head down low, obliging Daisy to drop to her knees and, as she way pulled even lower, she released the axe from her fingers so that she could put out her hands and arms to protect herself from falling headlong to the ground and her svelte body inflicted with resultant bruises.

Daisy, now on all-fours, opened her mouth to call for help but, no sooner had she uttered her first yell for assistance, than a thick plant stamen extended out from the centre of the flower, pushing right into her open mouth. It suddenly cut off her voluminous bellow of panic, turning it merely into a pathetic, stifled squawk. The stamen, having pushed it's way past her parted lips, between her teeth, started to swell. Despite Daisy clawing at the firm petals with the fingers of one hand whilst she supported herself upon the other, she found alas, that she was quite unable to pull her head out of the enclosing petals no matter how hard she tried and, as a consequence, had also to continue to put up with the intruding stamen remaining lodged ominously in her open mouth.

To her horror, she felt the strangely hot, horrid and impertinent thing slide further between her lips, moving slowly but, penetrating insistently deeper inside her mouth. Taking almost measured, intermittent progress, inch by inch, she felt it slide over her tongue as the lower parts of the stamen travelled deeper and deeper between her divided lips propelling the stamen's head before it.

Outraged at the intimate liberty the invading object was making within her person, to her dismay, she then felt it expand, stretching her mouth ever wider. Soon the huge thing swelled so much that it filled her oral cavity completely. As this was happening, Daisy was unaware that a multitude of various sized tendrils were snaking their way over the earth towards her.

In a rapid flurry of activity, the tendrils coiled about her wrists, ankles and knees. As the coiling tendrils grew tighter and tighter they drew her legs out in opposing directions, making her thighs become widely parted. Soon she was held firm, fixed in that provocative position, unable to escape let alone to try and stand up.

Unable to see, move or speak audibly, Daisy was completely under the control of the plant and could only show the non-compliance she felt at her rather disconcerting capture, by wiggling her trim body about.

To the casual observer, should there of been one, this attractive wriggling movement drew the eye and full attention upon her lithe young and rather delightful, body, her natural feminine charms, in-particular, her slim hips and long legs being displayed temptingly, provocatively even, by the seemingly seductive undulating movements of her lovely body.

Ineffectually she struggled against the many tendrils that had a tight grip of her limbs, being particularly annoyed and worried at the ominous way her thighs had been arranged in such an unladylike manner and was most put out that, it was very likely that her panties could now be directly seen. In this regard she was glad that the house was fairly secluded and, as the garden was surrounded by woodland she was not overlooked by anybody but, on the other hand, the chance of a passing stranger rescuing her was also very remote indeed.

But there were, if fact, two witnesses standing watching what was happening to Daisy. These were the two, dwarf-like, miniature guardians of the patch who looked, not unlike typical garden gnomes. They had no interest in helping the poor human female however, after all, she had brought it upon herself when she attacked the plant with the axe. Indeed, they saw what was happening to her as a kind of punishment. A fitting, if somewhat pervertedly twisted, revenge that would make her think twice before attacking the plant again. After all the female would not be harmed physically and, when one considered that she had intended to murder the plant, such action seemed quite justified. From past experience, the two guardians knew that the plant would fully exploit it's captive and extort a most humiliating and degrading retribution upon her person. So they smiled to each other benignly, enjoying the plants progressively intimate attack on the human female's rather attractive body.

Daisy's discomfiture increased when she felt little movements all down the back of her dress as several tendril tips sought out and coiled about the buttons that ran all the way down the back. It was not long before she felt her dress being tugged at with ever increasing pressure by the tendrils. To her dismay, one after another of the buttons began to fly off. As each side of her dress was yanked with ever more determination in opposing directions. Gradually, more and more of her bare upper back and shoulders were exposed. As her dress was further obliged to part, glimpses of her white bra straps could be seen in between, arching over her naked back. As the tension upon her dress continued, her white suspender belt and then the back of her sheer white panties were revealed as well. Daisy could just be heard to groan inwardly as her dress was finally pulled completely asunder and it dropped forlornly to the earth below her body, the short sleeves slipping down her arms to hang over the tendrils binding her wrists and forearms.

Caught and stripped of her dress and dignity by the plant, Daisy found herself inescapably bound up in the middle of the patch, her body in a most unladylike position indeed.

With her head trapped inside a huge flower head and wearing only her rather inappropriately seductive underclothes, the beautiful girl's body had been rendered immobile and defenceless. She looked like a rather risqué garden statue, perhaps representing both, the wonderful object of perfect feminine beauty and that of human fecundity. Her rounded breasts filled out the see-through material of the cups of her bar magnificently, the darker tones of her areola very apparent underneath. Her sheer panties, could not hide the cleft between her cheeks that lead the eye inevitably to the more opaque material of the gusset that hid her distinctly rounded mons and, moving further on, and under, her thick patch of dark brown pubic hair stood out darkly under the front of her panties. And, as if that were not provocative enough, below that, the exposed thigh flesh above her white stocking tops only seemed to emphasize the base delights of her sexual maturity and her enticing vulnerability.

Without delay, a multitude of tendrils inveigled their way under the material of her bra and panties. Daisy flinched at this disconcerting, multiple invasion of her underwear and body.

She was further distracted by the thick tendril in her mouth, suddenly twitching. The thing bucked violently and the back of her mouth cavity was suddenly filled with the same, nasty smelling, hot, sticky fluid that had been thrown at her previously. The fluid had nowhere to go except to flow into Daisy's throat, and so she was forced to gulp the stuff down. Daisy swallowed more and more of the foul tasting fluid and, with her attention focused fully upon this all pervading oral invasion, she was still vaguely aware of the multiple tendrils soft touch on her flesh as they slid over her bottom cheeks, worming through her pubic hair and encircling her breasts, moving ever higher up each of her mounds, towards her nipples.

The flow of disgusting fluid desisted, enabling Daisy's attention to focus fully on the tendrils invading her most private and intimate places. Their plainly indecent intentions could not be thwarted and Daisy was only able to undulate in pathetic protest as they accessed her tethered body with impunity.

They coiled about the stalks of her nipples, pulling them forth. They pushed into her anus and trespassed into her vagina. Some even had the knowledge and temerity to encircle the base of her clitoris. It was preposterous! They all worked on her delicate, private feminine places. Cleverly and purposefully, they excited her body despite her mental denial and determination to retain her dignity. But her resistance only made the inevitable capitulation all the more humiliating. Having extracted the first shuddering orgasm, they extracted another and another and there was nothing Daisy could do about it. She was putty in their hands and every cataclysmic climax came with an unwanted caveat, another deluge of gross fluid, squirting unhindered down her throat.

Eventually Daisy passed out but, before she was released to drop lie like an unwanted rag doll upon the untilled earth, her pert bottom remained raised up in the air, supported by her wide spread knees, the dwarf-like, guardians of the patch approached her carrying a large, rounded seed pod. This pod, which was transparent had, at one end, a mouth like orifice and, below the surface a wriggling mass of tadpole-like creatures could be seen.

The two took great delight in hauling the gusset of Daisy's panties to one side and enjoyed inspecting her fully displayed, fur emblazoned mons and quim. With great difficulty - despite her vagina being still sloppy and accommodating from her induced orgasm - the two guardians, gradually forced the huge seed pod, mouth first, deeper and deeper into her vagina. The two guardians then pushed a whole arm each inside her as they pressed and progressed the pod in as far as it would go. They held it there while the seed pod 'gift' attached itself to her vaginal wall via it's mouth. After they removed their arms, her vulva contracted and tightened, enclosing the 'gift', hiding it from view. They then picked up her axe and dragged it away with them to their nearby, underground den that had been dug out under the garden shed. They chortled conspiratorially about the extra surprise the female would be in store for in a couple of days time when the pod hatched...