Not every group of college kids has the luxury to hop on an illegal supersonic jet to spend Spring Break in an Alpine cabin. Fortunately, we were friends with Elyssa, and her dad was an evil scientist. Her dad didn't exactly approve the trip, but Elyssa knew how to fast-talk his henchmen. Dr. Sykora didn't make it easy for Elyssa to defy him, but he often seemed a little bit proud whenever she did.
Six of us went on the trip: two couples, and two singles. The old couple, Miles and Karen, had been dating for years and were unofficially engaged. Elyssa and Chris were the new couple, still in that fuck-at-the-drop-of-a-hat phase. The singles were Wally and me, Gretchen. I was hoping that by the end of the vacation, there would be three couples and no singles.
I was cute: Strawberry blond with an athletic body and jolting blue eyes. And I was smart and engaging; people liked me. But I was Elyssa's best friend, and in her shadow, everybody looked bland. She was just so perfect in every way. I knew that getting Wally's attention would be an uphill battle, but I was so tired of not having someone that I felt resolved.
For the first two days, we all skied hard. Karen and Miles were experts, and they pushed us. Elyssa had no trouble keeping up, despite never having skied before, but the rest of us needed a day to relax. We talked plans over breakfast: Karen and Miles wanted to head back out on the slopes; Elyssa and Chris decided to spend the day in bed - as if they hadn't already fucked a million times since we got there. I waited to hear what Wally had planned before I committed to anything.
"It's a pity that it's so cold out there," Wally said. "I'd really like to catch some rays." It was a sunny and windless Spring morning, but still way too cold for bare skin.
"It might be comfortable in the garden," Elyssa suggested. "It's all outdoors, but there are heaters running to keep the plants happy. I guess they're weird hybrids that need a carefully controlled environment."
"That could work, thanks," Wally said. "If you need me I'll be getting a tan."
"That sounds good," I chimed in. "I'll join you!"
I changed into the bikini that I had brought for the hot tub, and then joined Wally in the garden. The garden was huge with all kinds of strange and beautiful plants in it. The best spot for warmth and sun was on a wood deck between two giant clay pots, each home to a variety of strange stalks, vines, and leaves. I lay on my back, on a towel, hoping that my nipples would show through my top and catch Wally's attention.
Neither of us said anything for a while, but that was okay - you can't force these things. Then, despite how big the house was, we heard the unmistakable sounds of Chris and Elyssa doing it. "Damn, she's a screamer!" Wally commented.
"Mmm-hmm," I said, hoping he would take the hint and drop the subject.
The moaning went on. "What do you think they're doing up there?" Wally asked. "Do you think he's doing her in the ass? God what I wouldn't give to fuck her in the ass." Between the moaning and the sex-talk, my nipples were definitely stiff by that point, not that Wally noticed. He just kept staring off toward the bedroom window and repositioning himself to try to hide his boner.
"Well, you don't get to, because she's got a boyfriend," I chastised. "And there are other girls, you know." In my mind, I added, "Take the hint and climb on top of me, asshole!"
"Not like her," the oblivious jerk said. "I mean, god, can't you just imagine bending her over the edge of the bed, sliding up behind her, dipping your cock into her pool of wetness, and then slamming it into her butthole to make her squeal?"
I gave him an outraged look, but he wouldn't face me. "You know I'm a girl, right? I don't have a cock." Despite my ire, I could feel the warm tingling of blood flow in my groin. Like it or not, I was aroused.
"I know," Wally said awkwardly, "but you can imagine it, right? Haven't you ever thought about doing it with Elyssa? I mean, they say every woman is a little bit bi; and when it comes to Elyssa that little bit probably goes a long way, right? Do you think she'd do it with you if you asked?"
"Shut up!" I said with obvious anger. Wally looked back at me like a kicked dog who didn't know what he'd done wrong. I turned face-down and unhooked my top so that I wouldn't have tan lines on my back. A moment before, perhaps, I would have hoped that Wally would pick up on this as flirtation, but by now I had given up. I lay there in silence with my eyes closed.
The truth was, I had had plenty of sexual fantasies about Elyssa over the years. Most of the time I jilled off thinking about guys, but every once in a while, it was the thought of Elyssa kneeling between my legs, sticking her tongue up into me that got me off. Wally's suggestion was a novel one, though. I let my mind roam free, picturing myself standing behind Elyssa, hands on her hips, punching her asshole with a cock of my own. Wetness squished around between my legs, but I figured that the fabric of my bathing suit would hide it well enough.
I ignored the first tickle on my left arm, thinking it must be a bug or something. When more tickles came, I tried to brush them away with my other hand, keeping my eyes closed and allowing my mind to keep floating. Immediately I felt the same tickles on my right arm, and I was held. I opened my eyes to numerous thin vines, wrapping themselves around both of my arms. They were small and delicate, covered with tiny leaves and tiny clingy fingers. I'm sure they weren't strong individually, but there were lots of them. Before I could think, my legs were entangled, too; and more vines were coming to reinforce their hold. I tried to break free, but I couldn't.
"Wally!" I said sharply. He didn't answer. Craning my head around, I saw that Wally was asleep, and also covered with vines. "WALLY!" I yelled.
Wally woke up and realized our situation, but he didn't panic. "This is weird," he said.
"Can you get free?" I asked.
"No. Did Elyssa's dad make these things?"
I screamed as loudly as I could. If we could hear Elyssa and Chris having sex, surely they could hear my shouts, I reasoned. But they didn't come. Maybe they had gone to the sauna, or the shower. Meanwhile, the vines were pulling me closer to the giant pot. I ended up on my side, resting uncomfortably on my arm, and baring my naked chest to Wally. I was embarrassed; I had wanted Wally to see me naked, but not like this. "Hey! Nice tits, Gretchen!" He told me without a hint of worry.
That's when the other vines came out. These ones were thicker - about three-fourths of an inch thick - and smooth, with rounded tips. Three or four of them started exploring my body, feeling their way around. I had seen enough hentai to have a pretty good idea what they were looking for. Similar vines were rubbing around Wally's body, but he just looked amused. "Better watch out, Gretch - I think those things are lonely." Sure enough, the vines slowly zeroed in on my groin. At the same time, the grabber vines pulled me up against the pot, suspending me - still sideways - and pulled my legs apart. The penetrator vines seemed stumped by my bikini bottom for the time being.
"Mother fucker!" I said. "Did Dr. Sykora really create a god damned rape plant? Why would he do that?" Wally just laughed.
The thick vines exploring Wally were slower and dumber, somehow. They kept roaming all over him, without much sense of purpose. I guessed that they were somehow programmed to seek out vaginas, and so Wally's body confused them. Whenever they ran across his swim trunks, though, I saw them emit a milky white liquid. It quickly became clear that that liquid was corrosive: holes were appearing in his trunks wherever they touched.
"Oh crap! Acid!" I said.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt," Wally reassured me. None the less, I screamed again. My throat was quite sore when I realized that my bikini bottom, too, had dissolved and fallen away. With my legs held apart by my plant assailant, Wally had an excellent view of my cunt. As least I was well-groomed, I thought: Elyssa and I had gotten Brazilian waxes right before the trip.
With my only protection gone, the smooth round tip of one of the thick vines wiggled around in the folds of my pussy, which was still wet from my daydreaming. I was about to be fucked by a randy plant, I knew, and there was nothing I could do about it. Wally knew it too: his dick was so hard, I could see his pulse beating in its veins.
"Help me!" I pleaded.
"Hey, I'm just as trapped as you are, Gretch," Wally replied. "Nothing to do but enjoy the show."
I had all sorts of conflicting feelings about the situation. On the one hand, I was trapped and scared. But then, how dangerous could Dr. Sykora's sex plants really be, if he didn't bother to put up a warning sign or fence? And Elyssa would come find us before too long. Not being able to move was sort of uncomfortable, but my weight was spread out reasonably well across hundreds of the tiny grasping vines. The sexual part of it - well, I was undecided. My impending violation was against my will, to be sure, so I had a knee-jerk reaction about that. But it was a plant - not even a thinking creature; there wasn't any malice behind it. And truth be told, I was really horny; the thought of getting fucked in a new and exciting way by one of Dr. Sykora's monstrous creations sparked my kinky side. I decided that it was the indignity that bothered me the most: being helpless, violated, on display for Wally who seemed to have no empathy for me at all. Despite that, I was glad when the vine slithered inside of me. It wiggled around and touched me deeply, in a way that no human ever could. I gasped. Wally's cock let out a drop of pre-come, as he stared.
At first, the vine just writhed around inside, and poked me as deeply as it could go. The other vines kept moving around outside my body, repeatedly discovering and then forgetting about my wet gash and its occupied hole. Their accidental movements among my labia and clit excited me - made me yearn for more. Then my the vine inside me got to work, beginning to saw in and out, slowly, almost like a proper fucking. I moaned in surrender and embraced this bizarre sex act.
Soon I was bucking my hips reflexively, meeting the thrusts of my vegetable lover. The only complaint I had was that I wished the tentacle-thing had been a little thicker. As if in answer to my thoughts, the vines began to change. Every few inches, the penetrator vines began to swell, forming bulbs, connected by thin segments. It looked like kelp, but the resemblance to anal beads was unmistakable as well. The sensation was amazing. My pussy squeezed involuntarily, trying to match the vibrations being caused in my body as the bulbs moved up and down inside me. Immediately I was crying out, "Oh god," over and over, for the best feeling I had ever experienced in my life. An orgasm was coming at me like a tsunami in the distance. I thought it might kill me when it hit, but I didn't care. When it did hit, I think every muscle in my body cramped up, but it felt so amazingly good.
I don't know if it was one never-ending orgasm, or lots of little ones in rapid succession, but I sort of lost my mind, coming and coming and coming. Sweat was pouring out of my skin and my hips kept thrusting on their own to meet the bulby vine intruder that just kept fucking my pussy.
"God, this is killing me!" Wally proclaimed, his entire cock-head glistening with pre-come. He was completely naked by this point, his trunks having dissolved to nothingness. "This is so hot, and I can't even touch myself." He was struggling against the vines, but I don't think it was to escape: he desperately wanted to jack his dick.
My orgasms went on an on, but despite how good they felt, I was beginning to think I had had enough. I was tired and sore and thirsty, and I had probably set some sort of world's record. That's when the other vine found my asshole. In it went, just the tip at first, but soon one bulb after another was pushing its way through my sphincter. It must have had its own lubrication, somehow, considering the ease with which it forced its way inside of me. The intensity was too much - it felt too good. All of the muscles in my lower body were clenching and releasing, out of my control, in response to the preternatural double-penetration the plant was giving me. I tried to scream - mostly out of pleasure, I suppose - but my throat wouldn't work any more. Instead I started crying.
"God damn this is hot!" Wally repeated. But then his eyes got wide. "Oh fuck no, make it stop!" He said. Wally's vines had grown bulbs too at some point, and now one of them was forcing its way into his ass. My mind was too far gone to respond. "What the fuck? What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck!?" He said as the vine began to pump in and out of him, bulbs stretching his butthole several times with each stroke. More pre-come dripped from the tip of his cock - more than I'd ever seen - as if the plant were squeezing it out of him. His belly strained every time the vine pushed into him, as if it would burst through and come out of his front. "No, no no," he said, his body shaking; and then he ejaculated. The first five twitches shot white goo out in front of him. There was so much of it! His dick kept pulsing another dozen times after that, as it tried to pump more jizz from his now-empty reservoirs.
Wally's dick went soft, but the plant didn't stop fucking his ass. "We need to stop this. Urgh god this hurts," Wally said, but his assailant offered no sympathy. For my part, I was broken. I had been coming forever, with no end in sight. The exhaustion, the pain, the pleasure, the thumping of my heartbeat in my ears, all blurred together. The tendrils reaching inside of me could have been tearing my body apart but I didn't care because it felt so good. I desperately wanted it to stop, but I never wanted it to stop. My asshole didn't even try to constrict any more in between bulbs, and my kegels had no more strength to squeeze as more orgasms continued to strike me.
Wally got hard and came again, I think, but by then I was too far gone to really know anything.
Eventually I became vaguely aware of Elyssa's voice. "Dad? Yeah, Dad, we've got a big problem here. The chalet. Yeah, there are a couple of plants fucking my friends to death - how do I stop them? Gretchen and Wally. Yes. Yes. You don't know him. I don't know! Yes, she clearly came - she also needs a fucking ambulance, so tell me how to pacify them or I'm going in with a god damned chainsaw!" Elyssa found an orange spray bottle and approached the plants, spraying in front of her. After a few squirts to the heart of the plant, the vines retreated and we were free.
They didn't call an ambulance, but everyone was super nice about caring for me. Mostly I just needed bed rest and fluids. Wally and I didn't talk for the rest of the trip. Everyone seemed to give him the cold shoulder, in fact.
Dr. Sykora insisted on a thorough and embarrassing debriefing - for science as well as for my health. The plants were untested prototypes, he said, and if he'd known that we were going to the chalet, he would have warned us. They had been activated by my arousal, and done exactly what they were supposed to do. Wally's anal violation had been an unexpected outcome, however. Dr. Sykora acknowledged that some sort of time limit would probably be necessary.
"Why did you even create those things?" I asked.
"A favor for a friend," he said cryptically. "Quid pro quo."
It was a number of weeks before I started thinking about sex again. But in the years since then, many times I've dreamed of going back there, and giving myself over to Dr. Sykora's sex plant again.