[darkstalker]

Tweed

Marissa, a.k.a. “Tweed” scans the room with her light, flexing her fingers on her rifle, a trickle of sweat running down her brow. Both Party Girl and Willow have disappeared, and though Dee Ay gave an impression he may know were Party Girl disappeared, he is giving no impression of wanting to share that information. Well, fuck him, thinks Tweed throwing back her head snapping back her short hair. She scans the dirty gravel parkway for any sign of danger. She’ll do this on her own if she has to. Men or no men.
She wrinkles her nose at a strong pungent odor in the air. It smells of rotting wood and dead fungus. Not a corpse but no less pleasant for the smell.
In front of her just outside the field of light is a large hulking shape. She raises her rifle, running the light over it. It looks like a giant bent over cabbage with long tendrils the color of rotting moss. She lowers her weapon, lowering the light. If it isn’t reacting maybe she can walk past without being noticed.
She turns to leave when a hulking creature opens its mouth wide and screams with a shrill sound. She backs away, it taking her a moment to realize as she raises the rifle, that the spreading mouth is a set of petals opening bright red and that she’s left her back unguarded to the other creature.
The thing spits at her, a sharp pain digging into her collar bone, small spines sticking out from it. She tries to raise her rifle to aim and finds her arms falling to her sides, the gun clattering to the floor. She feels her jaw drooping, her legs and arms quivering. She is going numb all over. The quills must be some kind of toxin. Damn it!
As her legs fall away from under her, something hard and long catches her, her body falling limp in its limbs. Tendrils wrap tightly around her body, holding her. The one before her lumbers over in slow, steady paced steps, its legs thick as small trees, petals quivering.
She finds herself unable to scream, unable to cry out. She can’t send out a warning to her comrades to stay away or come fast to find her. She’d laugh if she were able. She wonders if something like this happened to the other two?
The tendrils of the two monsters play over her body. The one before her plays with her legs and pulls her towards it while the one behind keeps hold of her, propping her up against its limbs. It plays around her chest and over her neck, over her lips...
Then she finds a limb ending in a flower bulb pushing between her limp lips. The thing is almost too thick to fit properly in her mouth, but still it pushes in, forcing itself down into her throat sliding down her esophagus. She finds herself gagging around the limb, unable to shut her mouth against the intrusion. It pushes against her throat, her muscles contracting around it, then pulls out briefly, only to push in again. She whimpers around the thickened member, shutting her eyes.
The thing taste like rotten onions but it’s the size that is truly discomforting. It stretches her jaw incredibly wide and pushes down her throat going down. She finds herself having to breathe through her nose, drool and spit pooling around the edges of her lips and running down her chin, over her neck and down her chest.
So concentrated on the pain in her mouth is she, that she does not realize when the vines are pulling down her pants, probing her pussy lips with wilted petals. It isn’t until one of the bulbs pushes into her pussy that she notices, moaning against the one in her mouth. The one at her hips pushes deep into her body until it reaches her cervix and then keeps pushing, twisting around her vaginal opening.
Tweed squeezes her eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain. Her eyes widen when another begins to push against the opening of her anus and then forces itself fully inside, shoving its length into her back. Only her position against the rotting plant keeps it from going deeper. It explores her sphincter, twisting inside, pushing against the skin and flesh inside. She shivers, the pain intense.
No sooner is this one inside her body then she finds another pressing into her vagina. Her arms snap out in a knee jerk reaction but already the second has pressed in, twirling in tandem with the first. They play inside her body, pushing in and out, banging against her sensitive vaginal walls, going deeper within her.
The things are slow and methodical in their fucking, but aggressive, pushing the boundaries to her openings to their full extent, her lips, sphincter and vaginal lips spread to their widest potential. Her hips scream in agony and her mouth rages, feeling like it’s going to unhinge itself. The rotting vegetative beasts ignore any protest from her body, instead continuing with their assault.
Slowly, her body is divested of its clothes, her jacket pulled away and shirt pushed up and torn, vines whipping at her tender skin when something becomes troublesome for the two beasts. Soon, she finds herself nearly naked on the floor, twisting between two monsters who fuck her holes ceaselessly. Her body drags and turns on the gravel, stabbing at her skin. The vines touch her skin, whipping her breasts, her belly or her open thighs, leaving harsh red marks across her body. Her body jerks in reaction, but nothing more.
The slow fucking with the lashing continues for what feels like an hour before the things finally cum, spraying her insides with a foul smelling seed. Thick and glue like, it clogs her orifices, making it difficult to breathe or shut her legs, her anus bubbling with a hardening liquid.
The vines pull away from her body, letting the cum dribble out from her openings. Her body is still numbed even after the hour long assault and she is left to watch out of the corner of her eye as the monsters waver before her, vines swinging back and forth across the floor. The creatures turn to one another, petals quivering and slapping against one another.
Slowly, they lower their tendrils and wrap them around her legs and arms, pulling her body and dragging her across the floor behind them as they continue down the dark path at their slow lumbering pace. The sting from the barbed quills does not recede and she can only watch helplessly as she is dragged away, her thoughts going to her teammates and wondering, why did they abandon her?