Anya · Part 1 (1/2)
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It was not Anya Smythers finest hour. Shot down by the druggies she’d been detailed to reconnoitre she’d ejected from the blazing jet and plunged straight into the river. With the winter melt-water coming down it rapidly swept her down stream and away from her allies and any possible rescue team.
For seemingly hours she flowed until finally on a sharp bend an exhausted Anya was able to reach the shallows and make for the shore. Emerging into what had been described as ‘classic’ jungle. The type no human could survive in and she only had about a week’s rations in the pack that’d come out of the seat with her. A quick look and Smythers found her pistol, a combat knife and the rest of her gear had got soaked but would survive. Her radio however didn’t work and that was a shock as it was supposed to withstand this sort of drama. If only she knew where the hell she was. Northern Colombia for a start but exactly where?
At least she was physically alright as she examined her limbs. Landing in the water helped and only a slight sprain of her right wrist was a fair result. Better than getting hung up in the canopy of trees by her chute and waiting for the druggies to catch her. What they allegedly did to captured pilots was bad enough. To get a female one and Anya knew she’d have endured a shocking ordeal with many men wanting her butt, tits and the rest of her too.
Moving along the shore Anya realised it would be dark within two hours so she had to make a camp. But a moment later she was thrilled to find a small cave above the waterline in the cliff-face near a small waterfall. The gun went barrel first as she went in, hoping there were no ‘ooh nasties’ inside. There wasn’t, in fact the place was empty apart from a large shrivelled plant that somehow had taken root deep inside. It looked dead actually, a long feeler reaching just out of the entrance. Anya seeing that another part of this went into the water but somehow it had broken in two and the plant must have perished. She unpacked her mat from the bag and hung it off one of the branches then she cleared the floor of junk.
None of it looked like flood debris so if the river swelled up she wouldn’t find herself trapped by the water. Another hour passed while she ate a ration bar and wondered whether to try and make a raft tomorrow and drift further downstream. But that was for later and as darkness fell she decided to get some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a long day and she wasn’t looking forward to it. The mat had already drip-dried in the heat and she laid it on the floor, stripped off all her clothes and lay down. The pistol within easy reach of her hands. Anya was so tired she was asleep within minutes.
Waking with a start next morning Anya was amazed to see it was daylight. She tried to get up from the mat but there was something on her leg. Smythers looked down and was surprised to see the plants’ feeler had somehow wrapped itself round her right ankle. She must have rolled off the mat during the night and caught herself on it. Grumbling she bent down and tried to pull it off.
Strangely however there was no join there. Almost as if the thing had ‘captured’ her and she smiled. Imagine being held captive by a plant! Very sci-fi and she chuckled and reached for her knife to cut it off. Unsheathing the blade she moved her hand down.
Anya almost screamed when on reaching to her ankle and holding the thing steady when a small tendril emerged from the brown feeler just above her leg and wrapped itself quickly round the knife holding wrist. It stopped once she did too and the lassie paused, wondering what the hell was happening. When she tried to move the knife closer to the leg the tendril gripped harder. When she moved it away the thing began to slacken. How bizarre and Anya was lost for words. Twice more she tried moving the blade and each time it depended where the knife was heading as to what the plant did. She tried leaping to her feet and attacking the root where the feeler came out from the main stem.
That was a big mistake as the plant shuddered and the feeler round her ankle, coupled with the tendril yanked the girl away, throwing her into the far wall. This time Anya did scream, mainly in pain, but also frustration and shock. Knowing there was something really strange with this thing. It seemed to sense when it was in danger and react to that. So surprising that this was beyond her comprehension. She really was being ‘held captive’ by a plant!
Climbing to her feet Anya went for the blade again but this time planned to test this plant. It was still wrapped around her wrist and she felt it tense up when she grabbed hold of the knife. Anya came back into the middle and found the sheath, stuffing the thing inside then putting the knife back into her pack. There was a brief pause then the tendril unwrapped itself from her wrist and re-absorbed into the main part of the feeler. Anya got the sheath out again and the tendril emerged but waited. Just swaying like a snake-charmer’s reptile. Once the knife went back in the bag, so the plant relaxed. A repeat of this got the same result.
Anya began to cry. Exhausted by the drama she was shocked at what was happening to her. How the hell was she going to escape from this? Drawing her pistol got the same response and the tendril pushed the barrel up before she could shoot at the root. That got put away too so the plant once more relaxed…a bit but Anya knew that it was always on alert. Perhaps it was somehow reading her thoughts from the feeler wrapped round her leg. Thirsty now she grabbed the bottle and started to drink, feeling the water flowing down her neck and almost immediately she began to sweat. The effect of this on the plant was amazing as the feeler on her ankle swelled a bit and a strange funnel shape emerged from near where the tendril would come out.
She didn’t want to waste the water but dripped a bit into the hole. "Perhaps it’s thirsty" she muttered, tipping a bit more until to her concern the bottle was empty. The feeler’s funnel remained open and she looked out at the river, trying to gauge if she could reach the edge. Walking outside into the sunshine
Anya got to within four feet when the feeler pulled taut, almost toppling her. She turned and swore at the plant. But it wouldn’t slacken off. She knelt down and reached forward and got the bottle into the water and a few moments later it was full. Anya turned back and sat there, tipping the thing into the hole. Perhaps if she fed it enough water it’d release its grip and she could escape.
It seemed to have one hell of a thirst as Smythers must have done this a dozen times before the funnel overflowed and retracted into the feeler. Anya filled the bottle and checked it for flavour. Although she had purification tablets in her pack this was icy cold melt-water from the hills and quiet fresh. She emptied the bottle down her neck and agreed with the plant! "Nice stuff" she said before the feeler began tugging, pulling her back to the cave and her heart sank at the enormity of her situation.
Coming back inside she was amazed to see the plant had changed colour. No more the dead looking grey/brown shrivelled thing, this was a glorious green hue and Anya wondered how long it’d been in here. Certainly had it not got water soon it would have died, she wished that she’d got here a week later then this predicament might not have occurred. She sat down with a sigh resting against the wall, her legs almost together though she still wasn’t dressed. It was too hot for clothes already but at least in the cave it was a bit cooler. Anya examined her body, proud of her figure, those lovely breasts that had bewitched many a man, and Josephine too…and she grinned at the memories.
She smiled and lay down, her hands reaching for herself and with nothing better to do Anya got going, her fingers flying and a few moments later she erupted in a huge orgasm. This beat wondering what to do about trying to free herself as she wiped all over with a towel. Anya reached down again and tugged briefly at the feeler but it held her leg firmly. She rested the other one next to it and her heart seized for a moment when the thing encircled this one too!. Anya almost screamed in panic but a minute later it let go of the first leg and she lifted it up to examine any damage. There was none and she put it back. But with one leg safely wrapped the plant did nothing else.
All day Anya remained in the cave or occasionally standing outside. It rained heavily mid-afternoon and she watched nervously in case the water level rose too high. An hour later it did swell but didn’t come close to her. She ate another ration bar just after the storm but was worried. There was only ten in the pack and she’d had two already. How the heck would she survive after that and it caused her to cry again, coming back inside and slumping against the wall. Nothing much happened until nightfall when she looked down and saw the funnel emerging from the feeler again.
"More already? You greedy bugger" she said, reaching for the bottle and tipping it in. heading for the river when it appeared one wasn’t enough. Ten refills later, plus two for herself and Anya went back inside, the feeler retracting with her so it wouldn’t snag. Quite why, with it able to extend almost to the river why the damn thing couldn’t go that bit further and feed itself. She looked out and realised that most of the debris by the bank probably was old parts of the feeler. Somehow when it grew long enough to reach the water something happened and it would get damaged. "So it’s using ME instead" she grumped sitting down again.
Looking down she saw the funnel emerging but this time at the side. There was some stuff in the thing and she reached in and touched it. Taking her fingers out Anya realised they were sticky, almost like honey, though this was a creamy white. She paused then dabbed a bit with her tongue.
WOW, she thought, its’ lovely, and she licked her fingers clean then reached down and scooped out a bit more. It really did taste like some sort of nectar and Anya hoped the smell wouldn’t bring any bugs in or bees either. Things that buzzed here normally stung and bloody hard too, sometimes with fatal results. She had another go at the funnel until there was no more syrup and the thing disappeared. She’d fed it, now it had returned the complement. Maybe there was hope after all and with that thought Anya lay down again, had another session with her clit and dozed off.
Next day the plant had grown significantly larger and was now a vivid green. It still held her just as securely but she ‘persuaded’ it to swap legs and it seemed to comply. The hard surface of the floor was starting to make Anya’s back ache and she was debating whether to get some brushwood and try to make a comfy bed with the mat on top. "Perhaps you could make me one instead" she said to the plant while heading for the river as by now it was ‘asking’ for a drink. She counted the refills and twelve again was the morning ration. Once ‘fed’ it gave her some more of that syrup in return.
It was a nice day today and Anya sat outside for most of it. Only coming inside when the three o’clock storm approached. The first rumble of thunder had made her jump but she’d sat there wanting to watch the storm arrive. Only when the lightening got close did the feeler begin tugging repeatedly at her and she grumbled, retreating into the entrance, just as a huge bolt hit a tree thirty yards away.
The sap in the tree exploded and the thing disintegrated, falling into the river and a massive branch smashed down where moments earlier she’d been sitting. Anya’s heart almost stopped at that. Had the feeler not pulled at her leg the branch would have killed her!
This thing had JUST SAVED HER LIFE!
Anya sat there crying for a while, thankful she was alive but wondering quite how she could escape from here. Looking round she was about to curse the plant when she realised that it had indeed grown out from one side. Making a large flat surface covering half of the rocky floor. The bed she’d actually wanted was here! She smiled briefly and laid her mat on top and sat down. It was as comfy as any hotel one and she bounced up and down a bit. How extraordinary and she wondered what else this thing would do in exchange for water. Certainly with that nectar last night and this morning she hadn’t needed a ration bar yet. It seemed they were keeping each other alive now. The storm passed eventually and by the time they’d both been fed the jungle had once again faded to darkness.
Next day was a repeat of the previous. Water for nectar, a quick go on the clit and Anya was starting to enjoy the peace and tranquillity. Nobody eyeing her body, everyone in South America regarding her as a challenge and she’d had to fight off a few suitors already.
The plant had grown even bigger but the feeler hadn’t tried going down to the river. It still stopped her about four feet short and this was slightly annoying, as she wanted a proper wash. But any attempt to go closer soon brought a reminder and she’d be dragged back into the cave. At one point having just fed them she tried to grab a tree and hold on. Another mistake and ‘punishment’ for that hurt.
One hard tug and she ended up in a heap right by the main part of the plant, the feeler almost vanishing into the stem. Startled and a bit sore Anya sat up, her back to it so missed more tendrils emerging from the stem, one quickly wrapping itself around her other ankle. Two more grabbing her wrists and pulled them behind her back, lashing them in an x-shape, securing her almost like a kidnapper would do with his victim. Smythers had to shuffle back to avoid overbalancing and lean against the stem.
Another tendril emerged and went round her neck then a really thick one round the waist, this one and the wrists melding together, not tight but there all the same. It held her there the rest of the day and she spent quite a while crying. Anya eventually accepted this as a rebuke and thought to herself that she’d never do that again. Almost immediately the feelers extended, her wrists and neck released and all this confirmed to her that the plant WAS reading her mind. She’d have to be so careful now and gave the feeler a rub as she went to get some water.
The ‘bed’ too had widened and was almost like a double. Shame there was nobody here to share it with her but her clit provided enough entertainment for the moment. Once she settled down for the night Anya reached to the edge and realised that the bed was layered. She removed the mat and lay back on the cool surface of the plant, taking the edge of the top layer and sliding ‘between sheets’, wrapping it over her skin from the neck to covering her feet. By golly it felt good. The heat from her body being absorbed by her captor and she felt quite cool now. She got her arms inside the thing and tucked the top under her chin then put her hands by her sides.
The plant seemed to sense what she wanted and waves seemed to sweep over her, the thing holding her firmly, almost like a mummy wrapped up in material. Anya wasn’t worried, she knew it would need feeding tomorrow and would let her go. She quickly fell asleep.
Certainly Anya felt amazing in the morning, all the odour of her body had faded and she sniffed. Way better than any shower and again she realised that the plant had given her something that she’d wanted. How was she going to repay it this time? Looking around the cave there were a few large rocks there, plus some other old chunks of wood. Probably his relatives maybe, she chuckled but the rocks soon got launched into the river. The plant grew into the spaces where they’d been. Anya smiled and wondered that night whether to try something really amazing. She sat in the entrance all day and by the end once they’d fed each other decided this would be the night. Just before bedtime she took hold of the feeler near the root and wrapped it around her head then lay down on the bed.
It was time to take the greatest challenge of her life. Anya sorted herself out on the green carpet that had formed on the floor hoping what was to come. With the plant’s feeler wrapped around her head she realised it’d just let go of her ankle for the first time since Tuesday. She reached up with her arms, spread her legs till she was in the x-shape then waited as it read her mind and what she wanted it to do to her. Anya shuddered minutes later on feeling the ankles and wrists each be surrounded by a loop and tighten, gradually stretching her taut. She looked down and saw yet more tendrils emerging from the greenery.
Another encircled her waist, more coming over each elbow and others each side of her knees until she couldn’t move a muscle. It even cupped her head and gently wrapped one round her neck, not tight but it was what she’d ‘thought’. The one on her forehead sprouted a tendril and this went into her mouth. Not slimy as she expected but warm and a little wet, but just like a healthy sized penis and there was a brief drop of that lovely nectar. Then expanding till Anya was totally gagged. To her delight one tendril began sliding into her pussy. Its’ probing head just grazing her clit as it pushed further in. A little’ half feeler began to rub this and the girl knew she’d not be leaving this forest for a long time to come and she no longer care a bit.
Wave after wave engulfed her as the plant did its stuff and Anya had many orgasms until she was exhausted. It seemed to sense her tiring after the most explosive one and began to retract; freeing her bit by bit until only her ankle was once again encircled. She sat up and looked around, carefully feeling her body and everything was all right. Anya smiled as the tendril near her ankle opened into that familiar funnel shape and knew it was her turn to provide. She reached for the bottle and tipped the contents slowly in till it was empty. Once that was done she went to the river and refilled it, once clear of the water she fed her captor and more till the thing stopped accepting it. The funnel closed up and Anya felt it tugging and knew she had to return to the cave.
Coming back inside and settling down, shifting up until she could lay her head by the stem. The green carpet shrank a little then wrapped itself over her naked body, holding her snug all round, the water now making the plant cool so it’d oblige by keeping her fresh overnight. Anya was thrilled.
Keep the plant happy, and she’d be happy too.
Awaking next morning Anya waited till the plant realised she was conscious and it released her and they both fed. Now she had her own personal ‘bondage’ device the girl was determined to have some fun with this thing.
She certainly did that night when it finally fell. Wrapping the feeler round her head she ‘told’ Percy, as she now started calling him what she wanted. Gradually the bed lowered and a pole formed at one end. Anya came and stood in front of this then turned and rested her back against it. Putting her arms behind the column, her wrists held together she waited, her heart leaping as she felt the tendrils start binding her. Ankles, knees, waist, her neck and finally the wrists were all enveloped by the plant and moments later she opened her mouth to accept the gag…plus nectar of course. Percy held her tight, this time covering her eyes and blocking both ears too and she was ready.
The lower tendril began to tease her, others worked on her breasts and over the next two hours sent the girl into an orgasmic frenzy of delight. What fun this was and Percy had her crashing repeatedly into orbit. With her eyes and ears covered Anya’s senses of touch were heightened and it felt SO good. Once she’d begun to tire he started to free her until the thing lowered
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