Chapter Eleven
February 22nd, 2:31 AM
Erin had no time to move, and no space to move to. When the mask left her face, all she could do was blurt out a pained, hopeless "NO." But that was hardly enough to keep Lora from seeing her naked, or from recognizing her.
"You're the mayor's daughter," Lora said, flatly. "Erin Steele. The one we kidnapped."
Erin squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold back the tears that were desperate to escape. Lora knew who she was. The Blue Lynx's superheroine life was... Over.
"I had a feeling," Lora continued. "Your smells are similar. And your voices. It really all lines up perfectly."
Erin had lost all her will to fight, all her will to even look her opponent in the face. She had gotten lucky earlier tonight, freeing herself just before Julia had a chance to discover her secret. Her luck had run out. She could only hang her head now, could only try to prevent the further embarrassment of crying in front of her foe.
"Now, now," Lora said, patting Erin on the shoulder. "You'll be okay. You'll forget all about this once the plants take you."
Erin sniffled. The plants. She had almost forgotten about the plants. But she could still feel them, the vines rolling up her legs. They were wet and sticky, leaving residues that dripped down her calves. She looked down, saw her lower body slowly turning green, and had to kick back. But this additional movement only agitated the vines, which were gradually increasing the pressure of their long, winding hugs.
It was weird, and gross, but it was something else to think about. The end of the Blue Lynx was too painful and humiliating, on its own. "Just don't think about it," Erin told herself, silently. "You can't do anything about it, now. You did your best, girl. You did you best."
So Erin turned over Lora's words in her head. What did she mean by the plants "taking" her?
She turned her head from side to side. Green coils were now spiraling up both of her arms, with tendrils already extending to her upper body and throat. Was the plan to fully cocoon Erin?
"What's... going to happen... to me?" Erin whispered.
Lora grinned. "After the process, you'll be one of us," she said.
"And what is... 'the process'?"
Lora shook her head. "There's no need to worry, Miss Steele. You'll know soon enough."
Suddenly, Erin felt a sharp stab of pain in her thigh. She looked down and saw a long red thorn sticking into her skin. A small trickle of yellow liquid dripped from the entry point.
"Augh!" Erin cried. "What the hell is that?"
Before she could receive an answer, she felt another stab, this one in her other thigh. And then, two more, one in each of her upper arms. Erin winced, shook, and then felt...
Everything. It seemed like she could feel everything. The branches securing her boots and gloves. Every inch of vine on her arms and legs. The sturdy wooden slab supporting her. The damp air of the basement. The sweat on her brow. Her breath. Lora's breath. All of it, all it focus.
And then, it was all a haze. A green blur. A massive wash, blending everything together: the plants, the people, the room, herself, the unconscious bodies...
"What's... happening?" Erin muttered.
"It's the venom," Lora said. "To make you more... receptive."
As soon as Lora said this, Erin snapped back into a world of total feeling. Everything felt crisp, complete, alive, just like before, but with one difference: the vines now seemed of particular interest to her drug-added consciousness. And where before they had been slimy and uncomfortable, now they felt... Kind of...
"Ohh..." Erin moaned.
She blinked. What was she doing?
"Stop it, Erin," she thought. "You have to fight this. Don't let her win. Fight it. Fight... it..."
It was impossible to focus. Her thoughts had blurred again, once more blanketed in a green haze. Her head lolled on her shoulders.
What had Lora said? Taking her? "Process"? Venom... Receptive?
A horrible thought had slowly crept into Erin's consciousness, beginning to wrap around her brain like one of Lora's vines. She turned it over, again and again, letting its implications marinate, until she could take it anymore: she had to get free!
"No!" Erin cried, putting every last ounce of strength into her arms and legs. "You can't! No!"
The reaction from the plants was swift and overpowering. The branches clamped down on Erin's boots and gloves. The coils tightened on her thighs and biceps. And new vines suddenly sprouted from the furthest tips of the existing ones, stretching across her torso, grasping at her breasts and her lower body.
"You're a tough one, Miss Steele," Lora said. "But no one can beat my plants, not even you. They haven't even truly begun, yet. It's best to just relax and let them work. Let the venom flow through you. Try to enjoy it."
Erin gritted her teeth and turned her head up. Small vines were inching across her neck; she could already feel tiny leaves brushing against the underside of her chin. The pressure against her throat brought her breath out in hot, abrupt pants.
"Don't... let them... choke you..." Erin thought, trying to keep her head above the growth.
But as soon as she concentrated on one thing, something more horrible got her attention. The vines were now spreading down from her collarbone, leaving green residues on her bare skin. They snaked down her body and wormed their way underneath the hem of her spandex V-neck. Like cold, wet fingers, they slowly pushed through the fabric, sliding around her lacy bra.
"Augh," Erin groaned. "Aughhh..."
Scores of little vines were now creeping beneath the upper half of her costume. She looked down and could see them: little bumps circling around her breasts, reaching around her back, stretching out her spandex in every which way. As they grew in length, they seemed to acquire girth, and Erin could only slam her eyes shut when she thought about them ripping through her outfit.
But what was it she was thinking? Was it fear? It didn't feel quite like fear. It felt more like...
The thigh vines had now reached her hips. Erin shook her body perfunctorily, but knew she was helpless. She knew it... And she... Liked it?
"Snap out of it!" Erin told herself. "Focus!"
The plants had migrated to her backside, were now caressing her butt. She could feel the tips of the vines exploring the place were her costume met her skin, treating it with an almost nervous hesitation. She watched them from the front, poking in and around her most sensitive areas, and wondered what was stopping them from digging in.
"Maybe," Erin thought. "Maybe... It's my lucky day."
And then, all at once, the vines dove in, ripping into the bottom seams of her costume, unfurling across her pubic region, tugging her panties this way and that. They were like piranhas now, feasting on her bottom half, cutting through whatever got in their way, wrapping themselves around her rear, a vine gradually lowering itself into her crack. Erin squirmed in their grasp, wincing, trying to think about anything else, but finding her thoughts return again and again to the moment. This moment of strange, anxious.... Ecstasy.
"Ohh..." she moaned.
Her mental defenses had lowered, and her muscles had slackened. She shut her eyes and could hear the vines work away: the sound of sprouting, the RIPPP of her costume being torn away, the occasional dripping of sweat or venom. She felt her bra sliding away from her breasts, the straps torn to shreds; could imagine it slowly floating to the floor like a light pink parachute. The few threads holding the sides of her panties together snapped, and they too slipped down her body, coming to rest in the pile of torn-up blue and pink fabric that had gathered beneath Erin's boots.
Erin stretched against the wooden slab, sweaty and barely conscious, her body a chiaroscuro of dark green vines and bare white flesh. The plants had overtaken most of her, squeezing her throat, arms, thighs, breasts, and stomach, leaving only her face, her nipples, and portions of her crotch unwrapped.
"Are you ready for the completion of the process?" Lora said.
Erin glanced up, weakly, and nodded.
"Yes..." she moaned. "Yes..."
As if on cue, two large green vines suddenly rose up, one from her shoulders, and one from her legs. They pulled away from the rest of the tangle, dancing in the air like cobras, seeming to square up Erin. Apparently satisfied, the first vine suddenly shot back at Erin, plunging into her mouth. She let out a muffled squeal as the plant crept down her throat. Seconds later, the second vine found a space between Erin's legs and, with one mighty thrust, forced itself into her wet pussy.
"URRMM!!" Erin gasped.
The two vines worked her with short, deliberate strokes, making her whole body tremble, pushing her further and further toward her sexual limit. As they simultaneously attacked and fondled her orifices, the other, less forward plants tightened their hugs, applying firm pressure to her throat, her thighs, her stomach. A group of smaller tendrils had formed at the tips of her breasts, and now lightly brushed her nipples, turning them into hard points.
They were all over her, on top of her, inside her. They were overwhelming every other thought, every other feeling, flooding her with desire, forcing her to cry out, banging her against the wooden slab. It was so much... It was too much... It was...
"AAAHGHGGHGHHHHHH!"
Erin came with a single, mighty heave. The vines retracted, pulling out of her mouth and pussy, letting her take a breath. Her body laid limp in the hold of the giant plant. Her eyes were closed, her mouth hung open, her hair a mess.
Lora walked over to the slab and looked at her work. She tapped her toe, inspected Erin up and down, nodding her head.
"Miss Steele?" she asked. "Are you ready to serve me?"
Erin's eyes shot open. Only they weren't Erin's eyes. They were a brilliant green, the same color as the vines that encircled her body.
"Yes, master," Erin said.
THE END
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