“Hey Wendy, this way looks pretty clear” suggested Sara as she pointed into the forest, “and I think I smell water.”
The older girl rolled her eyes and replied “You do know you’re not Jane, right?”
“Fine! Stay there then!” Sara fired back.
Wendy hesitated, then that ‘being watched’ feeling came back with a vengeance “Wait up!” she said, failing to sound calm. Wendy wasn’t the tomboy of the pair. About the only time she liked flowers was when her first boyfriend came to the house and handed her a single yellow rose. “Uhh…Sara…don’t you feel …I dunno…like something’s watching us…”
“That the eyes of strange mysterious things are watching us” the younger girl added in an eerie voice “Look! Right behind you!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!” she pointed over her sister’s left shoulder
Wendy turned, jumped and screamed. Nothing was there. “That wasn’t at all amusing!” she snarled
“Shoulda seen the look on your face” Sara giggled as her sister tromped by. She took Wendy’s hand and said “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from…well…whatever. Besides, this just looks like a runaway sunflower garden.”
Little did the well-endowed pre-teen know that their spaceship had been captured by the inhabitants of Chlorophyllia who had need of the girls.
Wendy actually tightened her grip on Sara’s hand “I dunno sis. I swear that first flower we saw had an eye and I think it was eyeing me up.”
“Ohhh, that’s ridiculous!” Sara scoffed, then “Come on, I was right. Even you should smell that water now!”
Wendy nodded “Yeah, I think so”
As the pair of busty sisters walked along Wendy continued to look around nervously. “Its getting a little thick” said Sara as she pushed a couple of leaves out of their way.
“Ahh!” Wendy squeaked when a blade of grass got caught between her legs. She froze there and clenched her legs tightly together.
Sara turned as she realized Wendy wasn’t next to her “You wuss” she complained “What’s wrong now?”
“Something…tried…to….that is…it got…in me, I think” Wendy stammered.
Sara had looked forward to teasing her sister, but this was just annoying “You can either come with me or stand there like a statue” she threatened. Then, hands on hips, she tapped her foot impatiently.
“Eye…eye….eye…b-b-b-be---hind you” a suddenly pasty-faced Wendy stuttered.
Sara threw up her hands in frustration and growled “Fine, I can go along with a gag” To her shock there was a purple flower with an orange eye that had leaned over and it was looking at her like boys had started to look at her in just the last year.
“YEEEAAHHH!” Wendy screamed in utter panic.
Sara turned to see huge leaves had grabbed her sister like a straight-jacket. “Hold on Wendy!! I’m coming!!” she yelled
“Runn!!! SARAAAA!!!” Wendy warned as the orange-eyed, red flower straightened up. A pair of leaves were clamped around her chest. Which despite its fullness, was easily engulfed by the huge leaves. Another set of leaves gripped her legs, completely immobilizing her. Wendy stopped struggling because, even if she could break their steel-like hold on her, she was 30 feet off the ground. The fall would kill her.
Sara attacked the base of the flower with everything she had. But, to her, it was like a 5-foot thick steel cable. She punched it and hurt her fist. She kicked it and stubbed her big toe. Kicking a wall couldn’t be worse. Finally desperate, she tried to bite it. She moaned in pain, fell on her ass, and caressed her jaw. “Where’s the weed-killer?” she joked, darkly.
“Look out!!!” Wendy yelled when, looking down, she saw a purple vine approaching her sister.
Sara threw herself on the ground in response to the warning, then as soon as it whizzed by her, she got up to run. Before Sara got two steps, much narrower vines lashed out. First her left wrist was grabbed. She stopped and tore at it. Sara found it as impossible to break as when she attacked Wendy’s captor. Then another one wrapped itself around her right wrist. Sara was lifted off the ground and two more vines seized her ankles. Sara’s legs were spread embarrassingly, but not painfully, wide.
Sara writhed against the grip of the vines. She pulled on her arms, then her legs. Then one of each. She tried to curl into a ball or, twisted her hips. The vines moved, some, but then whichever one she pulled on would snap back into place like a rubberband. She felt like a puppet whose strings were being manipulated by a puppeteer.
“Get your twat outta my face!” Wendy protested when the sisters were brought close together. She twisted her head around, not wanting to be smothered between her little sister’s legs.
Sara fired back “Its not my fault we ran into perverted plants!!!”
“You're joking, right?!” a panicked Wendy asked.
Sara shrugged, even though Wendy couldn’t see it “How should I know?” she replied.
“Well you're the nature expert” was Wendy’s muffled retort “How can we get out of here?!”
“How should I know!?!” a now equally scared Sara fired back.
Several other flowers, with their creepy single eyes extended their blooms. They inspected the Earth girls far too closely for the captive’s comfort.
Wendy’s firm ass, which wasn’t covered by a leaf, was poked by something sharp “Yikes!” she yelped. She tried to twist around but she was firmly held. The flower released its tight grip and converted it into holding the teen like a baby. A number of different leaves started touching her. Wendy tried to push them away, but she wasn’t very successful.
“Yyyyhhhahh” Sara squealed. Held high in the air by four cable-like vines felt a fifth one touch her leg. Sara cringed as the vine stroked her. Several of the flower eyes were studying her from above. And, for all she knew, more from below. The vine that was petting Sara’s leg curled around and snaked its way higher.
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