Stunguns won't work....

Calvo shook off a moment's hesitation with a scowl. A stungun in each hand he sprang to one side to give himself a clearer shot, before opening fire. But even as he moved, he realised his mistake. A stun charge was designed to disrupt the nerve function of an animal, or human. It would have absolutely no effect on a plant like creature. Instead, he drew a pair of painsticks from his belt, and dodging the thrashing, striking vine-tentacles, dived toward the captured guardswoman, 'Stripe', shouting at the other guards to get clear.

The writhing creepers maintained their grip on Stripe's wrists and ankles, despite her **** thrashing. With her skintight uniform trousers now been pulled down around her ankles as the vines dragged her, she bucked and heaved against them, the arching of her back and jerking of her hips a parody of sexual frenzy. Calvo dived the final few feet between them, wrapping one powerfully muscled arm around Stripe, ramming one of the painsticks in to the mud with his other hand.

Calvo desperately fumbled at his belt, drawing another painstick, stabbing it in to the thick, bubbling mud, repeating the process, hoping desperately that the powerful electrical charge would damage the heart of the vine creature, which must surely be under the surface. Stripe was dragged inch by screaming inch toward her ****, Calvo hanging grimly on to the guardswoman as he set the last of the painsticks, and set them off at maximum charge. There was an arcing blue flash, and a fizzing crackle, as the vine-tentacles jerked in spasm, before collapsing in a lifeless tangle.

Gasping, Calvo lay with Stripe in his arms. The smoothly muscled guardswoman was trembling violently, sobbing softly in shock and reaction, and Calvo became aware that her naked, soft pubic mound was pressed against his thigh. Stroking the soft fuzz of her bleached white, close cropped hair, his other hand slowly traced the smooth skin of the woman's tapering back. Calvo noted that her lovely, tightly muscled asscheeks were flexing slightly, her curved hips rotating in an insistent grinding circle, pushing her soft cunt against him. Her sobs were becoming low, moaning grunts.

Stripe's strong, angular, beautiful face was pressed against Calvo's chest, her breath hot through his shirt. His rough skinned hand slipped off her back, round her curved hip, then upward along her flat ,toned stomach. Slipping his fingers beneath her tight uniform top, he cupped and caressed her large, full, taut breast. His fingers found the swolen bud of her nipple, pinching and tugging with merciless firmness. Stripe arched suddenly in his arms, jerking, a hard gasp exploding against his chest. Her thighs and buttocks clenched in spasm, and he felt her cum, hard, before swooning with a shuddering gasp.

Calvo's hands stroked slowly down her body, cupping and squeezing her fabulous asscheeks, his fingers sliding to feel the wetness between her thighs. Stripe's eyes fluttered open, a roiling mix of emotions apparent in her wide eyed gaze as the escaped prisoner slowly slid her uniform trousers back up over her sleek legs and hips. She did not resist as he pressed a slow, insolent kiss against her full lips, before dragging her to her feet.....