The intelligent vines

It had been too focused on the new foreign creature that fell from the sky, allowed itself to get distracted by new possibilities. So the beast had surprised It, a stupid mistake but not a deadly one. It formed a defensive line with its prime tendrils. The beast made multiple thrusts and swings with the makeshift club, but all were deflected or blocked. With each failure the beast grew more frustrated, and didn't notice the tendril behind him. It delivered the paralysing blow to the beasts neck. Then It idly swallowed the beast whole.

And It turned Its attention to the soft creature trying to stand. It had snaked its subterranean tendrils far across the earth, finding, infesting and ultimately replacing thousands of plants. None of the beasts posed a threat, It was the most powerful creature in the surrounding jungle. But this creature was clearly not form the jungle. Its curiosity was very peaked, and Its mind raced with possible experiments, but it would have to be gentle.

Tara watched on in terror as vine monster finished the fight in one gulp. She managed to stand by leaning against the sloped wall of the sinkhole. Running was not an option. Her ridiculous heels would easily slip on the wet stone, so she just stood, shaking from fear and the cold. The giant eye looked straight at her and the vines crept their way over to her. One hand steady her against the wall, and the other covered bare pussy. More than twenty vines reached for her inch by inch. The defenceless girl pressed herself as best she could into the wall of earth behind her.

She screamed in surprise, as a vine wrapped itself around her arm pressed against the wall. All the others pounced, despite her struggles vines wrapped around her ankles. Another wrapped around her waist pinning her covering hand. Thankful she was able to keep her hand over her pussy, but some of the thinner vines squeezed around her fingers to test her sensitive area. More of them wormed under her tight jump suit to explore her flat belly and firm breasts.

Tara squirmed around, trying to resist the intrusions, unaware of what was actually grabbing her. They looked like vines, felt like wood but moved like tentacles and flexed like they had muscles. As she writhed she was dragged forward. She tried to resist the pull to the giant terrifying eye, but her heels just skidded along the ground. One of the thin vines that squirmed under skin tight suit brushed over her nipple, making her gasp. This encouraged other curious tips to prob her sensitive nubs.

The unrelenting vines held her a few feet from the eye. Thin vines poked out from plunging neckline of her suit. They had stopped playing with her nipples and were instead stretching her clothing. With a unified motion the intruders slid the tight material from her breast. Her orb was briefly pulled along but soon bounced back. She was pulled forward and lifted so her nude breast swayed an inch before the eye. The vines returned to her nipples, teasing them, earning gasps and the occasional moan.. The gaze of the oversized eye made her feel small, as if she had been shrunk down.

After a minute of its penetrating leer the monster eased her back. The vine gripping her waist and wrist even relaxed. Tara's break was short lived another wrapped around her upper arm. It yanked preventing her from cover her intimate womanhood. Her captors leaned her back and brought her towards the eye once again. In a last attempt to save her dignity she pulled her thighs together, **** to make them close. But more vines snaked around them and **** her legs wide. All she could do was squirm and blush as the eye ogled her most private parts.

Chilling rain streaked down her exposed body. The eye spent agonising minutes examining the part she was so insistent on hiding. She gave up struggling; instead looking around trying to ignore the creepy eye. More of the vine like appendages were appearing around her. Some seemed have specialised ends like pods or pincers.

When the monster had satisfied its curiosity for her tender folds, she slowly drifted away again. She wasn't relieved; its giant eye still ogled her, and she had no idea what it would do next. Her eyes darted around, looking from one sinister vine to the next.

The first to touch her was a thick one that slapped across her bottom making it jiggle. When she turned her head in surprise, their was a gentle pinch on her thigh. Turning her head back, see caught the pincer like vine giving a slightly harsher nibble. As she helplessly watched it pinch her for a third and more painful time, she felt something wide and flesh brush her shoulder.

Soon all the appendages were tormenting her. She was: poked and probed, licked and lashed, racked and rubbed. The vines securing her limbs made her attempts at resistance useless, and started to slowly tumble her in the air, like she was a piece of meat slowly turned under the searing gaze of that unblinking eye. The fleshy pods on the end of some vines collected her blood. Some with smaller tips took dips that were shallow but still humiliating into her holes. And those awful pincers never broke the skin but still cruelly pinched.

After what felt like an eternity they stopped, and she was given some space. The vines binding her carried their captive over to an exposed knotted root. She watched as one knot expanded. It burst filling the air with blue gas and pink spores. Fearing poison Tara held her breath as long as she could. But she eventually had to breathe and soon the mysterious substance filled her lungs.

Tara cough and the corners of her vision blurred and gravity seemed to dance around her. Whatever the gas was, it was certainly effecting her.