A delicate tendril swayed forward and dipped into her wet curls, pulling them apart to find what was hidden there. A larger vine snaked its way up one long leg, somehow almost eager in its hurry. Sweet, musky moisture dampened the woman's upper thighs, and it paused there, seeming to drink it in through its dark green surface. Suddenly, it darted forward, pushing between her tightly anchored open thighs. A large, hard round bud had formed at its tip as it drank, and now it slid the smooth point of it into her. The bud grew. Slowly, it pushed forward, easing between her wet, swollen labia. Ada moaned. The tendrils retracted their spikes and brushed their leaves against her skin repetitively, everywhere they touched her. A long, thin vine wrapped around her breasts and squeezed rhythmically, looping around her tightening nipples at its end and squeezing gently there, too. The thick round bulb at the end of the larger vine pushed more deeply into her, relentless, seeking. Ada sighed and tried to reach a hand up to rub her eyes, but her hand did not move. It was neatly locked into the ground by four of the smaller vines.
She squirmed restlessly, still more than half asleep, but starting to wake up. The bulbous vine thrust into her, the thick bulb growing even larger. Now it was reaching deep into her pussy, stretching her, filling her. Her hips bucked as she felt it. Was this a dream? Hot juices ran from her as the vine wormed its way into her. A small root wavered underneath her body, wiggling from the dip of her spine down to the soft pucker of her anus. It circled and then dug in, thickening. Sap dripped from its nubby, smooth bark, easing its way. The root ventured further into her ass as the thick vine in her pussy started thrusting deeply, its bulbed tip creating intense sensation as it rubbed and pushed its way along her tight channel. The long stem of the vine arched to nudge against her throbbing clitoris as it made its merciless way into her soaking, burning-hot pussy.
7:00 am
Ada woke up and started to scream. Her body jerked and thrashed against the vines that bound her. Her mouth opened wide in pleasure and terror. A soft, thick vine swayed across the mass of greenery and sealed her lips, although she continued screaming. But now there was no sound... just the rustling of the vines and the slick, wet sound of tight, rhythmic fucking. A white light burned behind her eyes as orgasm after orgasm exploded through her body. The bulb inside her burst open, sending waves of wild tingling through every nerve as it flowered. Slowly, it withdrew, leaving a trail of sticky nectar. As it eased out of her body, she shuddered with a series of small aftershocks. The bulb had opened into an enormous, dark red flower, and in a daze, she stared at it as it raised itself from between her thighs and withdrew. The center of the flower seemed to hold an endless darkness, spiked with bright pistils like yellow stars.
Ada lay still as the vines and roots slithered away, retracting into the ground or wrapping around the stem of the tree. She had heard strange tales of these woods, and she knew that nature had boundless resources when it came to reproduction. She knew that nature was stranger than fiction. But no one would believe this if she told them. Her clothing was gone, as was her sleeping bag, but she would manage with what was left in the neglected backpack leaning against a nearby rock. She wouldn't tell anyone... but maybe, just maybe... she would come back. After all, if a rare and beautiful plant happened to require some interesting cross-pollination... why not help preserve what could well be an endangered species? It was practically her environmentally conscious duty. Yes, she would definitely be back.
