Garden Pest Ch 04

Round Four - (offensive/counter offensive)

That was the last straw! Now that that damnable plant was picking on my friends I decided to take stronger action. I hired a mini-digger and, with a borrowed Irish Wolf-hound dog for my bodily protection, I trundled down the garden in the tiny cab, determined to uproot and destroy the plant once and for all.

As I neared the strange plant the mini-digger lurched suddenly to one side, then to my horror began to sink into the soft soil. It took only a few moments for both caterpillar tracks to fully disappear from view and the engine roared wildly, running out of control as the tracks rotated rapidly, unable to get a grip on the loose loam. Quick as a flash, I jumped out of cab, letting the engine stall. Standing nearby, I idly watched in fascination as the cab itself slipped down under, leaving only the arm and bucket above the earth. Distracted by this dramatic event, my guard was temporarily lowered as a result and, quick as a flash, I was easily caught and pinned down by three of the little men who, it seemed, were lying in wait for me. Two were blond, one raven haired, just like Lucy...In fact...apart from the discrepancy in size, this new one was nearly identical in looks to her but, that would mean the the perverted plant had somehow got at her...had copied and reproduced her using some kind of a cloning mechanism...but, for the moment I did not have the mental space to consider the lurid implications of this new arrival's tell-tale presence, as other, more pressing concerns were, quite naturally, taking up all of my attention.

Wolfie, the Irish Wolfhound I had on loan, just stared dolefully at the tiny men and did nothing to dissuade them from dragging me to the ground and proceeding to strip my clothes off... one by inevitable one. My vehement and boisterous struggles were, rather annoyingly, easily nullified and it was only a matter of time before I would be stripped completely naked...a prospect I did not particularly relish. Some protector Wolfie turned out to be. Annoyed at the uselessness of the placid dog, who just stood there immobile, as he watched what was being done to me, tilting it's great head to one side as if wondering what all the fuss was about.

Laughing at my pathetic efforts to thwart their illicit designs on me, the three little males easily unstrung and pulled off my trainers then, after tossing them away, they held me down whilst speedily undoing the belt and buttons of my jeans. I tried lamely to hit out at them but, they were just too many, too strong and too quick to withstand so, while one of them thwarted me by tugging down my jeans to my knees, the others gleefully tore away the buttons of my lumberjack shirt and, turning it inside out, rapidly stripped it up, off my torso and, after hauling it off my shoulders, they dragged it down off my flailing arms. Meanwhile my jeans were yanked completely off my kicking legs and I was left, wearing just my sheer white panties and matching bra. An unfortunately immodest choice of undergarment, as my pubic bush and the dark, circular areola surrounding my nipples were clearly visible under the clinging, sheer fabric, announcing and pronouncing my feminine assets to any who cared to look. Mortified, I tried to cover my revealing places with my hands and arms as the trio then half carried and pushed and shunted and rolled me along bit by bit, towards the plant's main trunk while I yelled back imploring Wolfie to help me. Wolfie, though he followed obediently after us, took easy, carefree, plodding steps that had no sense of urgency in them at all. He was in no great hurry to interfere and, seemingly, did not have any concerns whatsoever for the calamity that might befall his charge and, keeping his distance, was quite content to do...absolutely nothing, Frustratingly, he seemed perfectly happy to sit down and watch events unfold with a cool interest so casual, one wondered what instance might actually motivate and incite him to action.

Without the protection of Wolfie, I was unable to deny the three little men's unwanted attentions and designs. I was then bodily dragged along in a sitting position upon my pantie clad bottom, being hauled along by each extended, long leg and, when I was man-handled into a position a little nearer, each leg was pulled out of the way to either side, dividing them uncomfortably wide as they were hauled right around each opposing side of the trunk and, as I faced it, staring at the hollow hole where I knew the dire grub resided, my front was pushed up against the strange plant's tree-like trunk.

As my inner, naked thighs came into contact with the uprising trunk between them, each of my arms were also then quickly pulled around either side too but, much further up its upper circumference so, as I straddled it, it must of I looked as if I was avidly hugging it. With my head half hidden amongst the upper boughs. they tied my wrists in place high up on the other side, roped over the branches there. Then, coils of rope were run around and around my trim waist and pulled tight, cinching it. Each of the two rope ends were then used to pull my torso and hips, hard up against the trunk and the ends knotted together, once again, high up on the other side. Next, my knees were encircled with more ropes, then they too, were pulled yet further around either side of the trunk, parting my thighs wider as they were drawn into closer contact. Then, by looping these rope ends over some of the plant's higher boughs, they drew my knees up the trunk, forcing my feet to leave the ground and my divided thighs were obliged to wrap tightly about either side of the trunk, making my pantie clad loins and my underlying sex, press directly against the hard trunk's surface. This action impinged disarmingly upon my sensitive private parts even more intimately as my knees were dragged even higher, making my sensitive sex, which was made to follow along after, slide up over the trunk's hard, encroaching surface. The thin material of my meagre panties alas, provided little protection to my underlying features of my vulva which was intimately scraped and crushed and compressed quite painfully...finally, I was fixed and stuck in place, half way up the trunk and looking like some clinging human, limpet.

In this way, the three little men had cleverly maneuvered the female's body into such a position that left her loins, barely concealed under the thin fabric, perched to perfection, just above the woody hollow containing the bulbous, white grub. After tying off the remaining rope ends, the group of three little men and the Irish Wolf-hound then sat down in a semicircle behind her, admiring the cheeks of her pert bottom, plain to see under the thin material, while they waited in excited expectation at what would soon unfold.

They did not have to wait long as, moments later, the grub's bulbous head and array of sticky feelers appeared near to the hole's entrance just below her loins and spread thighs. Wolfie barked loudly in excited response.

Wasting no time at all, the grub began to squeeze and squirm and shuffle it's slimy, segmented body out of the hollow and was soon leaning up, towards her available undercarriage. Weaving in the air slightly and making horrid looking undulating movements, it's sticky secretions prevented it from falling as it steadily worked its way onwards and upwards, inevitably heading towards the material of her panties gusset, not far distant above.

Soon, the white grub, having found it's way impeded by the fabric when it nudged it's head section into it, then left it's hole completely and, after swinging free, it slithered quickly up and over the back of her panties. The girl shuddered in response to the horrid thing's touch, it's sticky secretions causing the material at the back of her panties to become even more transparent in it's tacky wake and which now, was clearly showing, just below it's clinging gossamer-like, over arching fabric, the shallow groove running between her bottom cheeks.

Then, moving higher, up to the base of her lower spine, the grub wormed it's way up, past this plateaux, moving further up her lower back along her spine... just until it's rear tip passed the upper waistband of her panties. It then began to reverse back, the tip of it's rearmost, putrid segment, dipping under the waistband as it did so. The grub continued in reverse, working it's body further and further into the back of her moistened underwear. The grubs body, looking rather incongruous and gross between the cheeks of her pretty bottom, pushed the soft flesh of her bottom cheeks apart as it worked it's tip lower and lower, right inside the gusset of her panties.

The pretty female tried in vain to escape her predicament but, her bonds held her tightly in place as she flexed her muscles and fingers in impotent dread and frustration as she felt the grub trespassing upon her most intimate regions and there was not a thing she could do to stop it.

There was indeed no escape from the invading grub and she was obliged to submit to it's awful unwanted presence in her underwear. And, because of the way her thighs had been so cleverly arranged, the creature had a free and open channel to guide itself to her most delicate, delicious and private areas. Soon, the grub, forming an incongruous bulge in the back of her panties, had found the object of it's unnatural desire...her puckered, cringing anus. It then writhed grossly under the fabric and, using the material to hold it in place and to give it purchase, it penetrated her rear whorl with it's insistent, probing tip and then began to force more and more its body into her thwarted sphincter. The female flinched and twitched uselessly as her body was anally invaded deeply by the grub. It was not long before only the head and 'feelers' of the grub remained, just in view under the gusset of her panties, which looked particularly gross, with it's feelers waving about like a putrid white sea anemone, wafting out of her forbidden entrance.

The little men spontaneously cheered, then ran forward and, with ill disguised glee, tore her panties right off! Clamoring about the poor shuddering female, they pulled the cheeks of her bottom wide so that they could stare more easily at the embedded grub. When they had seen enough, two of them began to probe and finger the intimate parts of her adjacent, moist sex, while the remaining male reached up and undid the clasp of her bra and once that was undone and it slumped somewhat, he then stretched his arms up to and, after inserting them inside each cup, he groped her breasts and nipples. As they proceeded to forcibly excite her reluctant and vulnerable body, it was not long before the huge phallus of the plant, which seemed to have a sixth sense in such matters, began to rise inexorably upwards....

When consciousness returned, I awakened naked on the ground. Lying on my back, my limbs all generally akimbo but, my long legs in particularly, had somehow, and rather embarrassingly, been left, spread pointing to opposing points of the compass and showing off everything I had got...my furry mons standing out contrastingly, like a little, dark forested hillock rising up amongst the surrounding sand-dunes of my smooth loins.

I heard strange snuffling and snorting noises and could feel something warm and wet and furry moving between my wide open, spread thighs, coarse hairs tickling them as a pleasantly hot tongue was enthusiastically lapping at my so recently ill used sex as if trying to placate them. I had to admit, the sensation was wonderful but thought that perhaps I was probably dreaming. Confused, I pushed myself up on to my elbows and was aghast and overcome with embarrassment and shame to find that it was none other than Wolfie who had been and still was, happily licking and drooling over my disheveled, gaping pussy. Appalled at this and my bodies' initial incriminating, rather wanton reaction...one that had been drawn illicitly forth from this, my most highly responsive and auto-receptive, ultra reactionary and greedily obsessed, sex and which seemed alas, to be indulging it's own glib, hidden and dubious agenda... I immediately drew my legs together and began pushing his huge furry head away. this I might add, I achieved with some great difficulty, as he was not very keen not to be put off from enjoying his insistent tonguing and alas, some discrediting part of me wanted him, now that he had already got me worked up, it would of been easy for me to let him continue. Pushing these corrupting, base thoughts out of my mind I then perceived a way of absolving myself and Wolfie. It could be, in a way, that he thought I was injured and he was licking at what he thought was a nasty gash to help heal it... but, perhaps this was clutching at straws.

Without further ado, I quickly got to my knees, bringing them rapidly and firmly together to separate him from me and, at the same time, to ensure that the temptation from Wolfie's unwanted bestial attentions were finally averted. Even so, as a result of my removing my sex from both physical interference and view, he looked at me balefully, with an rather pathetic, utterly crestfallen expression on his pleasant, hound-like countenance. Indeed, he did seem to give out an almost a human quality of disappoint, his mournful eyes glaring at me quite accusingly. Ignoring Wolfie's silent and ridiculously impertinent appeals, I then looked around me and spied my discarded clothing in a unkempt pile just behind where I was sitting. I then rolled over and crawling upon all fours I shuffled around to retrieve them. This was a mistake...indeed I was being quite remiss and thoughtless, especially considering Wolfie's recent behavior, when I crawled forward, forgetfully exposing my nether regions as I reached out to, thankfully, gather my much wanted clothing.

However, this foolish and dumb presentation of my appealing rear-end, including the hairy and highly appealing features of my displayed sex, presented in all it's ingloriousness, lurking beckoningly between the contrastingly smooth curves of my pert bottom cheeks, right before Wolfie's ogling eyes was too much for him and, for the first time that day, he sprang into decisive action. He took one bound and tried to mount me! But, before he managed to lock his hairy front legs so tightly round my waist and hips that I could not escape, and despite him being so big and heavy, I was just able to wriggle out of his clutches and throw him off.

Spinning around on my heels, I pointed an accusing finger at him...

"No, bad Dog!" I admonished him...bad, bad dog! Narrowing my eyes at the great randy lummox of a useless creature, I shook my head and thought to myself...someone, would not be getting their supper tonight!