DeliciousMaiden
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"Part of the plant life i think. The more we struggle the tighter their hold.
I think they was to check us out. We are as alien to them as they are to us. Maybe if we relax they may let us go."
Rebecca was reassured by his calm reasoning. He must be right.
The vine around her leg and waist definitely had a tight hold, whilst the thickening tendril around her neck and hair flicked more lightly exploring.
" .. ok ... if ... you think so ... "
With effort of will, Rebecca let her arms relax, no longer trying to dislodge the vine. Her body no longer resisted the thick branch around her waist and indeed it did seem as if it's touch was less restrictive.
"... you ... could be right ... "
She told the Captain tentatively as she bit her lip, making herself remain still as the vine at her leg crept upwards, the curling gentle now, but rising rapidly until it nudged against her panties an action much like firm stroking.
Even as the plant seemed to explore so intimately, the tendril wrapped and wound in her hair; again exploratory strokes that made her scalp tingle whilst smaller side shoots seemed to tease at her neck and ears.
Unconsciously her head tipped backwards, fully supported by the plant as it held Rebecca into postion.
At her waist side shoots also began to grow out of the solid green limb as if moving to explore every inch of her body ...
I think they was to check us out. We are as alien to them as they are to us. Maybe if we relax they may let us go."
Rebecca was reassured by his calm reasoning. He must be right.
The vine around her leg and waist definitely had a tight hold, whilst the thickening tendril around her neck and hair flicked more lightly exploring.
" .. ok ... if ... you think so ... "
With effort of will, Rebecca let her arms relax, no longer trying to dislodge the vine. Her body no longer resisted the thick branch around her waist and indeed it did seem as if it's touch was less restrictive.
"... you ... could be right ... "
She told the Captain tentatively as she bit her lip, making herself remain still as the vine at her leg crept upwards, the curling gentle now, but rising rapidly until it nudged against her panties an action much like firm stroking.
Even as the plant seemed to explore so intimately, the tendril wrapped and wound in her hair; again exploratory strokes that made her scalp tingle whilst smaller side shoots seemed to tease at her neck and ears.
Unconsciously her head tipped backwards, fully supported by the plant as it held Rebecca into postion.
At her waist side shoots also began to grow out of the solid green limb as if moving to explore every inch of her body ...