Alien Love Slave (Sex Slave Series #1) (5 page)

Deep green vines
as
broad
as a person’s forearm and
flowers with
stalks between eight to ten inches in circumference supported
blooms at least twelve to sixteen inches across. The sweet scent of colorful, exotic flowers permea
ted the air, and I couldn’t help but think it was beautiful
.

Without realizing it, I had crossed the room and was standing just inside the circular doorway. My fascination with the sight before me was abruptly interrupted when the room around me dissolved completely, leaving me in
a clearing about a
half a
mile wide in the middle
of the jungle.

I panicked at having my flimsy safety-net of shelter taken away from me
,
and I began turning in every direction, looking for somewhere to hide.
I was angry with myself at having been duped so easily, allowing the
grays
to herd me by dangling something pretty in front of my face.

After realizing I had nowhere to flee, I took in my surroundings
,
and I noticed something strange. All of the
multi-colored
flowers on one side of the
clearing seemed
to be dying; on the other side,
the purple blooms were flourishing, almost overcrowding each other.

The purple blooms were open wide, waving slightly
;
the multi-colored flowers
were shriveled, their petals scattered all over the floor of the
jungle. Layers and layers of
beautiful rainbow-colored petals were turning brown or already crumbling
, becoming brown and lifeless.

I
knew something was very, very wrong just before it happened. Out of the corner
of my eye, I caught a glimpse of movement.
What I had thought to have been dead, shriveled flowers were slowly opening widely.

The blooms might have been near-dead, but the vines b
eneath were still alive
,
evidently. Flowers began to hover all around me, waving back and forth like grass in the wind.

I took a few steps backwards until I bumped into
something solid. I turned to look behind me to discover a wall of flower stalks lined up like prison bars. When I turned
back
around, only a small path was available, and I immediately ran forward,
scar
ed for my life.

A small part of me knew I was being directed toward something, but the other part of me didn’t care. I was terrified
,
and all I could think to do was to run. I turned a corner and nearly ran into another green wall of
spires.

Behind me, the thick flower trunks closed in fast
,
and when I turned around, I had nowhere to go. I was trapped in another
cell
,
only this one was green with beautiful blooms instead of sterile and silver.

The formerly-dormant blooms towered over me
, their heads hovering over me like giant suns. Suddenly, the flowers closed their petals
,
and when they opened
,
a shower of fine, glittering gold powder rained down on my head.

I coughed and sneezed, waved my arms and blew huge breaths of air to distance the powder from my face.
C
ompletely distracted and terrified of inhaling the flowery dust
, I might as well have
lay
down and surrendered as the vines quickly took advantage of my flailing appendages.

The
vines
sneakily slipped
around my wrists and ankles
while
I suck
ed
the flowery cocktail
into my lungs
. At first, I couldn’t breathe
,
and I began choking and
spitting the dust from my mouth. The air cleared suddenly as I was lifted off of my feet
,
and I began to feel light-headed and dizzy
, almost hypnotically happy as I rose higher and higher.

The flowers around me were waving like snakes, swaying back and forth,
and
all of them keeping the same flowing rhythm.
Two of the largest blooms I’d seen yet lined up in front of me and spewed their dusty pollen onto my face. My skin was coated with gold
,
and I looked like I had rolled around in glitter.

This time, instead of simply feeling light-headed, other parts of my body responded vehemently. My face flushed immediately as the first
tingling
of arousal became evident as my
nipples hardened and my sex gushed with honey.

All fear left my body as my mind and body concentrated on finding relief for my throbbing pussy. I moaned loudly
as the vines raised my arms above my head, keeping my wrists wrapped tightly together.

The vines on my ankles spread my legs far apart, and I shivered as air hit the exposed flesh of my
sex
.
The plants seemed to know exactly what they were doing as their vines continued to
wind
their way up my legs, immobilizing my body completely.

I should have been terrified, but the sheer
need
to be touched sexually was overwhelming. I wanted to be filled
,
and I wanted to fuck. Terror was
far from
my mind.

The waving wall
shift
ed away slowly then parted to reveal an absolutely mammoth flower
, even though its petals were closed
.
It leisurely
floated
in front of me
, its trunk-sized stalk gently waving.

As the flower
turned from side to side
, w
hat I
thought
was
simply
the
outer
green leaves of this new enormous flower, were slowly revealed to be razor sharp edges.
Each green leaf resembled a saw, the serrated edge
acting as some kind of
armor
.

Slowly, the
green
leaves opened independently,
revealing
still-closed
petals as yellow as the sun. Finally, the bloom extended fully, its
width
from petal to petal measuring
at least three feet wide, surpassing the size of every bloom I’d seen so far.

Meticulously, the petals of the flower opened, revealing the center of the flower. The leafy appendages continued to wave silently behind the petals, as though flexing
their
muscles
,
readying
them
se
lves
to protect the brain-center of the bulb
if I made any false moves. Like that was even possible!

The petals now opened impossibly wide
.
T
he center of the bloom was dark green and appeared to be rough, with peaks and valleys scattered across the surface
that reminded me of a sponge.

T
he
mind-altering
effects of the pollen were beginning to wear off
,
and I started to comprehend my predicament. Obviously, I had been loaned to this species of flowers, but how the hell were they going to procreate with
me
?

As though reading my mind, the center of the flower began to extend toward me
,
it
s
cone-like point was reaching out to
touch me. I didn’t get to think about what the cone was going to do to me for very long as the two smaller blooms I’d seen before
rose up and
vomited gold dust on my face once again.

After putting two and two together, I
knew
the cone-shaped extension was going to event
ually find my pussy – at least I hoped like mad it was going there and not somewhere else
.
Knowing the flowers’ pollen aroused me, I sucked in as much of it as possible instead of trying to avoid it as I
ha
d previously. Since I was trapped, I was going to make sure I was too far gone to feel anything but the pleasure the grays had promised I would experience.

The result was instant
,
and I was lost in a fog of sexual bliss as my body was turned on physically. The bulb of the plant swayed in front of me then suddenly dove toward my chest; it happened so quickly, the movement hardly registered in my drug-induced state.

The head of the enormous flower paused at my right breast and turned sideways, the pointy tips of its knife-like leaves barely tracing across the tender skin of my
areole
.
It was as though it was warning me by demonstrating its gentleness with the potential of danger.

Turning
back to face me, the slowly extending protrusion
stretched
outward
until
it resembled the shape of a gigantic phallus. Though the width was slender, the length continued to
elongate
, finally stopping at a full twelve inches.

The yellow petals of the flow
er began to curl open and then close
around the penis-like appendage
,
and a small part of my brain wondered where the plant expected to fit it inside of me. I giggled at the thought, a mixture of giddiness and anticipation coursing through me. Had I not been high on pollen, I
would
have been scared.

Once again, the flower dove at my breasts, only this time, the pointed center of the flower as well as its soft petals, slowly caressed my breasts. I gasped as I felt the silky softness of the petal
s smooth over my erect nipples, making them jut out even farther.

Was it possible this plant knew how to stimulate a human woman? Professor gray had told me all beings with whom I would come in contact were sentient on some level. I laughed again as I thought of the grays trying to teach one of the flowers how to have sex with a
human
female.

My laugh was interrupted by
a moan as the two smaller flowers took the place of the enormous head and began to run their petals across my nipples. I never would have guessed that the feel of silky flowers could be so erotic
…but
, that could
have
be
en
the dust talking.

T
he two smaller flowers
stopped stroking my breasts to hover a short distance in front of my nipples.
From inside the center of each bloom a thin, long vine
extended toward each of my sensitive nubs as the heads quivered rapidly.

The stick-thin tongues traced around the pink of my breasts until the small strands wrapped around each nipple and tugged gently.
I was so aroused by now, all I could do was throw my head back and moan even louder than before.

My areoles darkened as my nipples were squeezed and teased by the blooms’ wicked tongues
until the nubs were
taut
. I’d never seen my nipp
les extended this far; then again, they’d never been pulled by flower tongues either
.

The smaller blooms closed their petals over my breasts, encasing both in their silky softness. I could feel the tongues continue to work my nipples as
another
, more slender
part of the flower wrapped around the rest of my
orb
. Though I was unable to see exactly what was happening under the flowers’ blooms, I could feel another vine-like tongue slide between my breast and my rib, wrapping around and around my breast.

I knew I was right about what I’d imagined was happening under the cover of petals when my breasts were squeezed tightly. The feeling was incredible, especially when the plant rotated between compressing my breasts and pinching my nipples.

Evidently, the enormous flower had decided to make its move as it neared my body. I had no idea what it was doing as it caressed my lips and face. The forest green phallus nudged at my lips, prodding gently until I opened my mouth as I gasped from the sensation of my nipples being tweaked.

The extended head pushed inward until I began to choke, the spongy protrusion blocking my airway. I
tried to turn my head, but the bloom followed my every movement until I was forced to do something drastic.

Gasping for breath, I made my throat relax then clamped my teeth down on the penis-like protuberance. The head of the flower shook wildly as it attempted to withdraw itself from my vice-like grip.