As Jenn let the phone ring she tried to piece together what she was going to tell Chris. Her experience was so fantastic that it was hard for any sane person to fathom. To make her problems worse, Jenn was still sorting out her own emotions. It was difficult for her to comprehend that she let herself succumb to the seductions of a "plant."
Jenn's thoughts were interrupted by Chris's voice, "Hello."
"Chris," Jenn spouted. "Something has happened, I need you to come get me."
"Are you okay?" Chris asked concernedly. His fear was that someone had broken into the building where Jenn was working and was trying to hurt her.
"I'm not sure, something strange has happened and I didn't know who else to call." Jenn cried as she tightened her white lab coat closer against her naked body.
"Are you still at the lab?" Chris continued frantically.
"Yes," Jenn said, her voice trembling.
"Call campus security and I'll get there as soon as I can."
"Chris, it's not that kind of emergency," she began...but it was too late.
He had already hung up the phone and Jenn speculated that he would arrive at the lab within ten minutes or so. After all, Chris lived only a few blocks away and he was a fast runner. She put down the phone and stared into the ominous glow of the computer monitor that was sitting on the desk. Only moments ago she was staring into that monitor attempting to make sense of numbers and data; how trivial that all seemed now.
A barrage of thoughts consumed her mind and she once again thought about what she was going to tell her boyfriend.
"He won't believe me," she thought to herself. She sat down in a nearby chair and crossed her legs as if to protect herself from any further embarrassment. Jenn eyed her clothes lying on the floor. Her blouse, skirt, panties and bra were strewn about as if a wild animal ravaged them from her body and tossed them carelessly aside. Part of her was ashamed by what she had done.
Jenn felt her lab coat brush up against her breasts, causing a warm tingling sensation to spread through her nipples. That strange fragrance that clouded her senses before was still heavy in the air. She opened her coat slightly to look down at her nakedness, momentarily admiring her full chest and flat stomach. She was trying hard not to tease herself. Jenn was smart enough to know that her own sexual arousal was what triggered the plant's reaction the first time.
She opened her coat a bit more and saw her neatly trimmed pubic hair peeking up from under her crossed legs. "Don't do this to yourself," she thought. However, Jenn's sexual urges were not going to simply disappear. Her body was trying to convince her that there was no harm in what she was feeling. "A little touching wouldn't hurt," she said under her breath. She let her hands fall across her breasts in a playful gesture, as if to convince herself that it was okay to acknowledge her desires. Her trembling fingers pinched two very erect nipples, teasing them slightly. She could feel herself starting to slip into submission and her conscience screamed for her to stop. Jenn was caught somewhere between shame and lust and the battle to maintain her composure was slowly being lost.
The attention that Jenn was giving to herself was not going unnoticed. Just a short distance away the plant grew restless again. It could sense the inner struggle that was raging within the young girl. Silently, it projected two whip-like vines that snaked intently across the floor toward her.
Jenn was so involved in her own internal struggle that she was oblivious as to what was taking place. Suddenly she felt a tight pressure around both her ankles. She stood up in alarm only to have her feet taken out from underneath her. Jenn fell back onto the floor and landed hard causing her to lose her breath. She looked down at her feet and could see the two plant-like masses that ensnared her ankles. The vines began to retract backwards, pulling the young girl helplessly across the floor.
"No, please. I don't want this anymore," she pleaded.
Jenn tried to grab hold of a nearby desk leg only to find herself torn away by the overwhelming strength of her captor. She could only watch helplessly as she was dragged closer to the body of the plant. The four familiar tentacles that pleasured her once before were now extending themselves outward to victimize her once again.
A shameful lust began to wash over her like a warm bath and she began to let herself go once more.