Lindsey is exploring on an alien planet, eager to make new discoveries, only to accidentally cut down the wrong patch of greenery and get punished by the alien planet’s flowers! Will she ever return to her home planet? Once the flowers find out what a good breeder she is, it’s unlikely… get a sneak peek at all the rough, dirty action with this excerpt from Fucked By The Alien Flowers!
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…Snipping at the base of a plant, she scowled as more sap scraped against her ankle. Looking down, she saw that a plant tendril was wrapped around her ankle, and without warning it hoisted her into the air, dozens more tendrils appearing and ripping off her clothes.
Lindsey screamed and flailed in terror as she was assaulted by the tendrils, her clothes torn to shreds and unwearable ever again. The tendrils jerked her body into a spread eagle position, one traveling down to her crotch and stroking the lips of her pussy while the others went exploring.
“What the fuck? What is this?” she cried, trying to writhe but held perfectly still by the sticky plants. The one stroking her cunt stayed in place, rocking back and forth rhythmically to coerce sweet slick from her pussy, while the others played with her tender flesh.
One slapped her ass, making it sting and leaving a red spot. Lindsey shrieked in pain, bucking against the stroking tendril, and the plants were stirred into a frenzy, five attacking her plush buttocks with all their vicious might while two wrapped around her bright pink nipples and jerked them hard, as if they were trying to pull her double-d breasts right off her body.
Lindsey shouted and cried out in pain, but the tendril stroking her was soaked in her own cum, and the tormenting tendrils persisted, covering her ass in painful welts and making her breasts ache.
This must’ve been her punishment for defiling the forest—which, if so, meant that the flowers had some kind of sentience and could tell that physical assault was a fitting punishment for this new, invasive life form. That kind of intelligence on what she had regarded on a mere plant was terrifying, almost as terrifying as the fact that she was in the clutches of a seemingly endless forest of these plants who were hellbent on beating her.
Lindsey moaned as her cunt started to spasm, face turning red, as she realized how much she was enjoying the beating. The tendrils moved down to her thighs, swatting until they were bruised, and her breasts were so sore from the process they were almost beginning to enjoy it.
The one tendril kept hold on her pussy—was it trying to turn her on? That seemed to be the case, considering how it was fine-tuning its act until she couldn’t deny its pleasurable nature. The rate of the torment had slowed considerably, her nipples being massaged rather than attacked, and the light stings covering her legs making her body tingle and her cunt drool.
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