Garden Pest

GARDEN PEST:

On a planet many tri-decimals away from Earth, a viz screen displayed to Galen Tork (Alien Insemination Programme Co-ordinator) the following information...this being an update, a preparation for sending to his superiors, with particular regard to certain pertinent criteria and/or suitability of an untested but, apparently well cultivated, sexually active but, agreeably ignorant, humanoid female of interest to the A.I. P.C. Programme and it's aims.

TARGET PLANET/SYSTEM: Earth 09

PROGRAM BREEDER NUMBER: HF911_W3N6

TARGET SUBJECT: Human Female

PERSONAL SITUATION: Single/ Unattached... Good...

PHYSICAL COMPATIBILITY / AGE AND ATTRACTION LEVEL: Good...10+

MENTAL SUITABILITY/SEX DRIVE : Good/Excellent

PERSONALITY CHARACTERISTICS: Off-Grid, Independent, Clever but, Susceptible...Good

COERCION/SUBVERSION POTENTIAL: Good/Excellent

RECOMMENDED SPEED/IMPREGNATION OF PROGENY CLONE PROGRAM: Rapid: Good

LOCATION ACCESS AND SECURITY: Remote; Good to Level 9 (Co-ordinates...379-250)

SECONDARY/TERTIARY POTENTIAL: Multiple Suitable Targets, Prospects...Good

PLANT SEED INITIATION DATE: 20/06/2043: Commenced

PROGRAM TERMINATION DATE: Pending Review/Observation & Ongoing Assessment...None

*NB- This project is currently running in pre-initialisation mode but, since the full maturity of our representative/agent is immanent, commencement and full actuation of the next phase is recommended and therefore, is immediately approved by me and, with your consent, I intend to proceed with the implementation and activation of the next stage in the ongoing program.

SIGNATORY, Galen Tork (A. I. P. C.)

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Round One - (the enemy)

I had left the weird-looking plant unmolested for far too long. Today, I decided it had to go before it got even bigger. So, before going to the stable block and setting out for my morning ride on my favourite stallion 'Charger', I armed myself with a pump-action gun, loaded with the strongest possible weed killer and I marched down the garden path and into the patch of uncultivated wilderness, right at the bottom of my long garden.

I don't know why I didn't like the plant, there was something disarming about it and, of late it had trebled in size and was looking more and more sinister. Another thing...and this was probably the real crux of the matter, was that, on one or two occasions when I had been recently sunbathing and slumbering on a small square of grass close by to the weed patch, I had been rudely awakened by a splattering streak of warm fluid landing with a long, building wholloping sound, first in the grass to the left of me, then. the central portion of the lengthy drool of sticky fluid was flung across my belly and sun lounger before finally, the end of the long streak landed with a final whump, upon the grass the other side. A total gross out! Though I could not be entirely sure, I was pretty certain the nasty, pungent smelling emission had been ejected from this same plant...where else could it of come from?

As I approached, I could see the unattractive, menacing plant easily, standing tall amongst the tufts of unkempt long grasses.

Originally it was just a circular growth like a moon crater shaped mushroom that was about a foot in diameter and was amid a mass of tendrils curling out from underneath it. It was now much bigger and its empty, fleshy bowl structure was a lurid pink colour. It was shiny and smooth but, slightly raised in a distinct hump at the centre. Now it was three feet across and a woody growth had somehow developed behind it, growing up from amongst the mass of much thickened snake-like tendrils. This later growth was like a small tree but, of a type I had never seen. It had a gnarled, ugly trunk rising up to about five feet high where several stumpy boughs festooned it's top like a small crown together with one or two thick, tongue-like leaves which decorated it horribly. The central bough was longer that the rest and arched over the bowl that was nestled between two of it's eight thickened roots.

I picked my was through the long arrays of tendrils, carefully pointing my gun at the horrid bowl-like growth. Standing in front of it, my finger on the trigger, I was just about to spray the weed-killer when I noticed a huge, putrid white grub, curled up in a woody hole about half way up the trunk. With morbid fascination I watched, spell bound, as the massive and bulbous grub undulated within its sticky looking hole. Grossed out, I dropped my gun and turned my back on the horrible sight, my nerves all a quiver.

As quick as a flash, the overhanging, central bough suddenly became highly animated and it coiled powerfully about my waist like a massive snake, cinching it very tight. Confused and horrified by this outlandish development, I tried in vain to extricate myself but, alas, it was impossible for me to escape. Seconds later the bough lifted me up into the air, drawing me back, to hover, feet dangling, over the dish. Then, as I kicked my legs uselessly in the air the mass of surrounding tendrils also became animated and whipped round each of my thrashing legs. Yanking them asunder and pulling them down so that my riding-booted feet were positioned securely on either side of the bowl, an inch or so above the ground. In desperation I struggled furiously as more tendrils then grew up and coiled around my flailing arms. Yelling at the top of my voice I hoped that some random passer-by might hear my pleas for help but, living alone in the middle of the countryside, I knew my calls would most likely not be heard. All I could do, was to wriggle as best I could in the hope that I just might manage to extricate myself.

My struggling however, was entirely ineffectual and, to my utter disbelief, the thickening mass of tendrils moved higher, up over my chest and some even went under the material at the front of my buttoned white blouse. The tendrils holding my arms so restricted their movement that any possible preventing interference from me was minimal at best. Then, to my horror, the tendrils then started tugging and pulling at the front of my blouse with alarming ferocity. Within seconds my blouse was torn apart down the front and it's tails were tugged out from under the thick woody arm gripping about my waist. Buttons flew in all directions as it was then yanked asunder, exposing my torso and white bra. My blouse was then systematically and rudely torn away from my body in an impetuous flurry of activity by the busy tendrils. I yelped in outrage as the tendrils then continued their attack on my my underclothing. Tendrils pushed and slid under the straps of my bra and, moments later, that too was yanked off me, exposing my pert breasts. Staring down with shock at my provocatively denuded chest, I looked down to see that the waistband of my white jodhpurs were undergoing an all around attack by other tendrils whose tickling touch I could feel against the skin of my belly and all round my waist. These too, were soon, similarly undermined by the fervid frenzy of tendril activity. The buttons holding them together at my left hip popped off and flew into the grass nearby as the pressure of the tendrils hauled the material away from my waist. Soon, and rather surprisingly, the thick material of my jodhpurs began to tear and rip. To my dismay, the material easily gave in under the pressure of the tendrils. Alas, long rents rapidly started to appear rip along the seams that ran down the outsides of my legs. Under the impetus of the powerful tendrils, the seams soon parted all the way down in a swift and continuous movement before falling apart to expose the outsides of my bare legs. My ruined jodhpurs, which were shortened in the leg to stop at my boot tops, were then eagerly whipped away, completely exposing my lower half, leaving me clad in only my white panties and riding boots which, for the moment at least, remained unmolested.

Strangely, then all activity ceased and I was left, red faced and breathing heavily, hanging helplessly and most immodestly in the air with only my white panties and riding boots remaining intact upon my lithe and stretched-long body. Still unable to move, I wriggled uselessly and urgently against the tendrils grip with a rising sense of panic at this ominous lull in activity. The smooth, wood-like branch gripped my trim waist gripped me even tighter, making me gasp as it moved me an inch or so backwards. Then I felt something soft and sticky touch the small of my back and I remembered the horrid grub I had seen earlier and that it's hole must now be positioned directly behind me.

Panicking inwardly, I could only cringe at what could only of been, the horrid thing's touch. I whimpered plaintively but, I could do nothing as I felt the sticky and cold thing gently touch the bare skin just above the back of my panties. To my utter horror, I then felt my panties elasticised waste-band being pulled back and down. Staring down the front of my body, I could see my panties tighten across my hips and I could feel the touch of the worm begin to work it's way into the back of my underwear. Mortified, I trembled in outrage as I felt the grub begin to slide more fully inside my panties, it's weight pulling them down a little.

Writhing my restricted legs in a sudden show of blind panic and desperation, my stomach lurched when I felt the cheeks of my bottom being pushed apart by the fat grub's body which was filling in the gap. I could only wonder at what on earth the horrid thing was doing there, trespassing against the sensitive skin therein..what could it want in such a place? I felt the thing thrusting it's head deeper and further along the groove between my bottom cheeks as more and more of the fat grubs body pushed its way inside my panties, I threw my head back and groaned in abject misery, unable to do a thing about it. The worm felt huge and it's gross presence in such a highly personal and private place was impossible to ignore and, disconcertingly, I could feel it tossing it's head every now and than as it forced it way inexorably, and with great determination along the rear channel, between the firm globes of my most delicate and private nether-regions, moving towards two possible destinations, both of which I hoped would only be in passing. Then, all sorts of insidious and appalling thoughts popped into my head unbidden...that, perhaps it was hungry and looking for a source of easily digestible nourishment upon which it might graze was one such impromptu mental uprising.

Whatever it's intent, I was all too aware of the creatures irksome presence in such an intimate place and my complete inability to remove it so, once again I undulated my body in a half crazed panic but, it didn't do the slightest bit of good. All too soon that I felt the creatures head ticking the soft downy hairs, growing out of the depth of my bottom cleft then, to my abject dismay I felt the abhorrent grub's tip nudge irreverently up against the sensitive skin of my forbidden rear entrance. I moaned dejectedly as it pressed more and more firmly against my reluctant orifice ruefully considering that now, at least, I knew precisely what it's diabolical and horrid objective was. Alas, the though was not comforting in the slightest.

'No...no...nooooo...Damn..!' I said to myself dejectedly and, upon an instance reflection later, felt a cringing ineptitude at how foolishly corny and clichéd my trite utterances sounded but, for the life of me, and in the heat of the moment, I could not find a better expression.

By now it's whole horrid, fat, stretched-out, body was completely tucked away, right down inside the back of my panties and, as the waistband returned to rest lightly against my skin, sealing the invader in, the waist-band was tugged lower down my hips as it nestled heavily there in the gusset, grossly filling out the groove between my soft bottom cheeks. Horribly aware of the grubs slightest movement in such an indelicate place, I yelped as I felt the end tip of the creature suddenly penetrate my puckered anal ring. Shaking with apprehension, I groaned in denial as I felt the creature begin to work more and more of the first parts of it's repulsively segmented body deeper and deeper into my forbidden entrance, forcing it to accommodate more and more of it. I bucked my hips impotently in frustration and outrage. Soon, nearly the whole of the sticky grubs body, apart from it's final segment which I could feel had a outer ring of stiff tickling, brush-like hairs to prevent it's complete immersion, presumably to allow it to breath through an aperture there., had been worked inside and I could feel it undulating horridly, in a continuous rhythmic movement, doing unimaginable things, deep inside the dark, smelly hole of my anal cavity.

I could not help but, to feel, infested and blighted by the grub and it's unmentionable needs but, weirdly, and because of the sensitive nature of that area, especially it being intrinsically connected with my adjacent primary reproductive organ, it was also, though i was reluctant to admit it, strangely and perversely stimulating...

It was at this moment that the tendrils, knowing that the grub no longer needed the support of my underwear to keep it in place, sprang into action once again. Seconds later my panties were torn off my hips and flung across the grass and my face grew hot with embarrassment and anger at this further, unwanted exposure.

Looking down, past my pleasingly trimmed, springy bush of dark pubic hair that grew luxuriantly from my well defined mound, I noticed that something new was rapidly growing up from the centre of the pink dish between my feet. Staring down, my mouth agape, I watched with gross fascination and dread as the large, phallic-shaped organ slowly rose up between my parted legs.

I tried once again to free my legs from the tendrils gripping my riding boots but, they held on firmly and I was unable to release them. Defeated, I shook my head in desperation. I was also disturbed and irritated that my nipples were standing out proudly upon my breasts and that my sex had become heated and was radiating a warm sexual glow, seemingly just to spite me. Looking down once again, the massive bright-purple head of the phallus, with it's inch wide, central hole, was now very close, filling the gap between my parted thighs. As it throbbed threateningly below, I moved my hips back and forth in an attempt to avoid the imminent penetration of my sex and was mortified when I saw that the glans end of it was being spotted with drops of fluid emanating from my swollen entrance just above.

Twitching and weaving in the space between my parted upper legs, it rubbed, higher up, against the soft skin of my inner thighs...it was so terribly close to it's objective, it's quarry, that i held my breath then, suddenly, it rose very rapidly upwards, angled down a little then, headed directly towards it's target. It's aim was true and I could not avoid the monstrous thing and I gasped as it thrust between the fleshy curtains of my sticky labia and sank into the moist heat waiting expectantly to accommodate it's huge girth.

All I could do was to express myself with a nonsensical and stupid sounding 'Ooooowoo...' I instantly regretted uttering such idiotic tripe as the thing penetrated further and further up and along my welcoming, embracing, gripping and friendly vagina...I decided to try and relax as there was absolutely nothing I could do about it and just to try and make the most of a bad, though rather stimulating...albeit, totally contrary and personally intimidating situation.

I never did get to ride 'Charger' that day. Later, I woke up, my body as naked as the day I was born, lying on the grass at sometime in the early afternoon, my loins aching in a strangely familiar way. Careful not to get too close to the plant, I quickly picked up the rags of my ruined clothing and the weed-gun, then nervously retreated, very rapidly back to the house, covering my nudity as best I could. I hoped desperately that no one had seen me. Luckily for me the 'Ginger twins, that sometimes came to help out at the stables, were not around today. So ok, I considered ruefully...the garden-pest had defeated me in fine style today but I assured myself...there would be other days...