Anya · Part 2

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her back onto the bed. Exhausted she lay there for a while before a tendril prodded her face. She ignored it for a while then it slapped her hard enough to sting. Anya’s eyes snapped open to see the feeler on her leg was ‘demanding’ payment and she grinned. Rubbing Percy by way of apology, grabbing the bottle Anya headed for the river.

This happened for most of the next week and she was comfortable now. Their nightly bondage games were so much fun. No stress in her life and when quite suddenly she heard voices crashing through the undergrowth and a motorboat on the river Anya froze. She actually didn’t want to be found now and scurried back into the cave, picking the feeler up and carrying it in because Percy was a bit slow in retracting himself. Then leaping onto the ‘bed’ and wrapping herself up. Anya looked down and saw the plant must have realised what she wanted as another spreading feeler soon covered her emergency pack right up. "Thanks love" she murmured.

Snuggling down under the surface she covered her head and it again obliged. Moulding the top right over and just leaving two tiny holes for her to be able to breathe. Percy knew this event wasn’t funny so didn’t bother gagging her, just holding the girl firmly in his grip. The voices came right up to then INTO the cave. Speaking in Spanish Anya listened and realised these were druggies by the way they were talking. A rather nasty smell began to permeate the cave and she managed not to cough. It really was ghastly but thankfully the voices soon disappeared.

Anya lay there for nearly an hour before Percy began to uncover her. The smell had faded thank goodness and she emerged, realising he’d obviously used some type of natural chemical to stink the place out. She smiled and already had the water bottle ready in her hand when his funnel emerged for payment. This was the second time he’d saved her life now.

That night she had her best session yet and again Percy took her over the edge and it was a happy girl who emerged at the end, exhausted but still thrilled at the way her life was turning out. She didn’t even regard herself as a captive now and the only time her knife had come out was to cut away some part of Percy’s stem that didn’t seem to look right. The faded brown colour when she’d first got here. The tendril came out just in case but hadn’t even twitched this time as she chopped off the discoloured bit and the scar from her handiwork had grown green again by nightfall.

Next morning though Anya was awoken early. Mainly because Percy was unwrapping her barely after dawn and that was unusual. They fed each other and he seemed to take a lot more water than normal. Nearly twenty bottles and she worried in case her demands were wearing him out. The nectar was as good as ever and Anya still had the rest of her rations even after two weeks here.

She was sitting on the edge of her bed when for some reason Percy began shuddering. Anya got up and looked around, only to almost scream as he began swelling up, her pack rolling in front of the green wave and eventually she snatched it up as the plant expelled her from the depths of the cave. Miss Smythers was shocked for a moment then she heard the rumbling. The earth itself appeared to vibrate and the girl, who’d once gone through an earthquake in Los Angeles knew this was probably another. For nearly a minute the jungle shook and Anya was terrified at the noise. The feeler was still tight round her ankle but she didn’t worry. She knew there must be a reason but did scream when the first rock from the cliff face crashed down barely a yard from her position near the entrance.

The rumbling stopped and she pressed hard into Percy as rocks tumbled into the river, others smashing trees and bushes nearby. Some really big ones that could easily have killed her and she wondered why he’d thrown her out of her ‘home’ as she’d started calling it. Once the rocks had stopped falling Percy’s swelling began to subside and Anya could get back into the cave. Though she was appalled on seeing what had happened. Part of the ceiling had fallen in and there was a huge gash right down Percy’s stem from top to bottom and sap was oozing out. The plant was grievously damaged it appeared and that to the girl meant trouble. Other heavy rocks covered the end of her bed where her head normally rested and Smythers knew Percy had for the third time saved her life by throwing her out while the roof was falling in.

Now she had to save him and began lifting off the wreckage and throwing each one out of the cave. It took her most of the morning to get the last of them out. Percy’s colour had faded and she knew he was dying, her eyes streaming with tears. Anya stripped off the top layers of her bed and wrapped them over the stem, using the leaking sap to glue each into place. It appeared to work as an hour later he’d stopped fading and was now only a mottled yellow. She grabbed the water bottle and hurried to the river, really having to drag the feeler until she could fill him up. But the funnel didn’t materialise and it took a lot of rubbing and pleading before a tiny hole finally appeared and she sighed with relief.

Slowly she poured in the water, taking time to keep rubbing the feeler and after the third bottle the funnel finally emerged. Anya wept with thanks and continued topping him up, losing count but it must have been about fifty bottles before the now green feeler was satisfied. It gave her a gentle tug and she hurried to obey, bringing the thing with her and she went inside. Smythers was relieved to see he was almost back to his normal colour again and she gave the stem another layer of the bed, again using a bit of leaking sap to glue it on.

Not much else happened that afternoon so she decided to look around the cave to make sure no more rock could come down during the night. Aftershocks do happen and she didn’t fancy doing all this to save Percy only to get flattened later on. Looking up Anya was startled to see there was a small hole near the back of the cave and a little trickle of water from the nearby falls was coming in. She moved her pack and hung it on an outcrop that was firmly attached to the wall. One bit of rock was loose and she managed with some difficulty to break it off and the offending weight ended up in the river. At least he was back to proper green again and you couldn’t tell where the patches had been on the stem.

By nightfall Percy had re-grown her bed back to its normal comfy feeling but Anya seemed to realise that tonight she’d leave him be just in case. Nectar was again swapped for water and both were back to normal and she settled down. Wrapping herself in the fresh layers up to her neck, planning to doze off. Percy however slowly encircled her head and Anya froze, wondering what he was up to.

She almost panicked as he closed in all around, holding her quite tightly, her eyes vanishing under a layer of green and soon she could hear nothing when her ears were blocked. She begged him to stop but as soon as she’d spoken a tendril went into her throat and gagged her till she couldn’t utter a squeak. Now she was hardly able to wriggle at all. Maybe a millimetre of give all round and the girl feared something was wrong. Really panicking she tried to struggle only for him to intensify his grip. Almost crushing her, Anya realising if she didn’t calm down then… After a while ‘thinking’, pleading with Percy to relax he did so and she sighed with thanks. Maybe he was trying to reward her for saving his, or maybe both their lives, so she ‘thought’, giving him permission for whatever he wanted now.

Anya tried to grin on feeling Percy ripple lower down and this eased her legs open a few inches then he locked everything tighter than she’d ever been held before. So he did want to play! She shuddered when a tendril inserted itself into her pussy, then went deeper than ever and really filled her up. A small half feeler began massaging her clit and she’d not be able to stand too much of THAT tonight. Then the tendril began pulsing in and out. Soon Anya was gasping in ecstasy, her nose flaring like a horse on the gallops and the lass was almost struggling to breathe until Percy relaxed his grip round her nostrils and that calmed her down. She lost count of the orgasms that night and sometime later passed out.

Coming too next morning Anya slowly cleared her head from the night before. Percy had done his stuff and she’d be sore for a while but at least he’d cleaned up after himself. It took a moment before she realised that for once he wasn’t asking for water as per their normal morning routine. She looked down at her leg and was astonished to see that the feeler wasn’t there. Nor anywhere in view till she looked to the back of the cave and saw it under the little trickle of liquid coming through the hole in the roof. The funnel was there but Percy was feeding himself! "Oi, that’s MY job" she said with a grin, coming over with her bottle and taking the feeler into her hand. She was about to tip the contents in when it shrank back and the funnel absorbed.

Anya was shocked at this. She was quite happy to feed him but it seemed that Percy was coping on his own now and maybe didn’t need her. Smythers sat down on the bed and wondered what to do, before reaching over and grabbing the end of the feeler, wrapping it round her ankle and tying the end in a knot. Hoping that it’d soon meld back and hold her again. But Percy did no such thing and Anya was disheartened. Even when she took it off and wrapped the thing around her head before going under the covering there was no sign of him acknowledging her presence. She lay there feeling a bit stupid but hoping that he’d soon wake up and secure her again.

An hour later Anya Smythers knew nothing was going to happen now. Percy plant was just that, a plant that had given her so many hours of pleasure and her eyes blurred with tears at the thought that she’d never get another chance to go through what had happened. She lay there face down, crying long and loud, the water streaming down and dripping onto her bed, where it slowly vanished into the greenness.

Eventually Anya knew she’d have to move. There was enough stuff flowing down-river she’d be able to get some driftwood and make a raft. So getting up and grabbing her pack from the shelf she sat down in the entrance and had to get dressed for the first time in a fortnight. The clothes almost felt alien to her now, certainly her skin was in tip-top condition and the girl wondered how much surgery would have cost to get this sort of smoothness in her body. Anya was almost ready to go when she felt the feeler touching her on the elbow.

She looked round and it was there, right next to her and she smiled, rubbing it tenderly. Wondering whether to undress again and hope he’d go back to normal. Quickly she stripped off her flightsuit and moments later, naked, offering her ankle to him, The sideways funnel emerged instead and there was some nectar there. She eagerly reached in and scooped it out but there was a lot more than normal.

Anya wondered what to do. If she rejected the offer then Percy might attack, thinking she’d ‘dissed’ him, as the street talkers might say. Instead she got out another smaller bottle that had once contained some powdered milk. This had been wrecked the first night and she’d binned it but kept the container. Now she opened the top and held it under the funnel. The syrup slowly oozed out and filled the bottle to just below the top before stopping. Anya smiled and put the cap on before sliding the bottle into her bag. Percy waited for a moment as she cleaned the funnel right out with her fingers then held him, stroking…praying; hoping that he’d take her back again.

Then he shuddered and to Anya’s amazement a small white tube, about an inch long emerged from the feeler and she caught it in her hand. Wondering what it was but there seemed to be nothing to give her a clue. "Thanks love," she murmured, kissing the feeler before gently laying it down. It paused then slowly withdrew back into the cave. The end almost waved as it vanished into the darkness. She stood there, crying for a moment knowing it was over and with that got dressed again then headed along the downstream path and into the jungle.

Smythers was rescued five days later by her amazed colleagues. Intercepting her raft almost a hundred miles from where her jet had crashed. They simply couldn’t believe she’d survived for three weeks on ‘grubs and stuff’ though she didn’t let on about that bottle of nectar, of which there was still a third left. She’d treasure that, plus that little white tube, thinking that maybe it was some sort of seed.

She returned to the States a heroine, met by many VIP’s and so on and it was a relief when she finally got back to her little homestead near the Air Base in northern Florida. The place was intact and with a promotion due she selected a ‘home based’ assignment for the next three years.

Two days later Anya Smythers went into her two-deck greenhouse in the steeply sloping garden. Only she had the key for this and she was relieved to see her automatic watering system hadn’t failed and all her plants had survived the six months of her ‘tour’ in Columbia. A grow bag lay against the wall and she took this down to the empty lower level. It was a lot hotter down here, the sun streaming through the opaque glass, almost tropical in fact. Probably why her normal plants never survived but she had a gut feeling about…

Slitting the bag open she tipped the compost into a six-foot wide tub of earth and got a stick to stir it all together in one big mass. Then Anya got the bottle of syrup from her pocket and created a small hole in the soil. She picked up the white tube that Percy had given her, kissing it before tenderly planting the thing into the dirt. A covering of syrup went over it before she put the earth over that then left things to their own devices.

Six months went past and one afternoon Anya’s friend called in to see her. But the lass didn’t appear home and Jeff walked round the garden, looking into the greenhouse windows but not entering, as he wasn’t a nosy guy. Quiet why his buddy was growing a large patch of moss or something downstairs he didn’t know. Perhaps it was new turf for the front lawn that the garbage Dumpster had wrecked a few weeks ago and she hadn’t got round to laying it yet. He’d ask Anya next time she bothered to answer the phone.

Not that Anya could at the moment. Spread-eagled and naked under the layers of greenery, her body held rigidly as if she was inside a vac-bed. Eyes and head totally covered, mouth gagged and only her nostrils visible. A lovely tendril working her over repeatedly and it’d be a while before ‘Peter, ‘Son of Percy’ released her back to the real world. Anya was so pleased this had happened and she repeatedly looked back to the first time.

She’d waited for three weeks after the first greenery had emerged and within another the ‘lawn’ had been complete. Anya had waited another week then one afternoon she’d come down and got the door locked, stripping off her clothes…hoping… She sat on the edge of the plant, stroking…praying.

Lifting up the layers of green partway down, like the sheets on her bed she slithered underneath until only her head was visible. Like Percy it was lovely and cool under there. For nearly two hours she’d waited, feeling a bit daft then her heart leapt with joy when she sensed the plant trembling. It began to shrink around her, moulding to her every join and holding Anya quite firmly. She did move slightly, pushing one arm out to see what would happen and it let her do it. Having done that and knowing she could get out the girl put her limb back inside and settled down. The plant again contracted. Nothing further happened for another hour but the girl was determined to wait.

The thing loosened slightly below her waist and she eased her legs a few inches apart then it gripped again so she knew what was coming next. This being confirmed as the plant delicately enveloped her head from the top. Covering her ears and then pausing as it realised she was crying. She thought ‘I’m OK, carry on,’ then closed her eyes, managing not to scream with happiness as everything went dark and she felt the thing come down, covering over the bridge of her nose. More sliding round her chin, meeting the rest at her neck until Anya knew only her nose and mouth were free now.

"Hello love, take me away…" she whispered, leaving her mouth open and a second later shuddering as she was invaded. The narrow feeler examined her right around, almost cleaning her teeth too. There was another moment of joy as she got a sip of nectar, easily as good as Percy’s and Anya was delighted her instincts were being proved correct. She sucked greedily on the thing until no more came. ‘Thank you. Now…yes that’s right you need to gag me nice and tight…’ she thought, heart leaping as having swallowed the plant’s offering the feeler swelled, stuffing her mouth, with the rest of her head covering increasing the pressure. She was still a little nervous but it seemed to sense this. Rippling slightly, as if it was stroking her skin and after a while Anya’s heart rate began to fall again.

Once she was calm the plant tightened right up over the rest of her body and Anya was pleased as that wonderful enclosed feeling came back into her life. Trying to move and she found this was impossible. Then the best bit as a tendril slowly slid inside her, enlarged and its little friend began to work away on her clit. Over that afternoon the plant had taken her into… utter bliss. Anya would have smiled, had she been able too. Three hours later it’d released her and the lassie was delighted. She’d got dressed and was about to leave when the feeler emerged and wrapped itself round her wrist.

For a moment she was fearful that it would trap her in here, but having sat down and stroked it for a while, giving it the odd kiss it seemed satisfied and let go. Anya smiled, officially named him ‘Peter’, told him she’d love him and after another rub the feeler retracted and absorbed into the plant.

Since then she came down every other day to play and her colleagues at work kept wondering who her new boyfriend could be as Anya was so happy, blooming with health but seemingly rarely at home. Occasionally after a tough week she’d come down, check the systems, give the plant’s feeler a cuddle then strip, get into him and lie down and have a snooze. He seemed to accept this and hold her close all round with just her nose visible, no gag or anything and she’d have an hour or so then ‘ask’ to leave.

Today’s session had been the best one yet and one she’d ‘asked’ him to do, just as well Jeff hadn’t seen it start. Having finished maintaining all the systems upstairs she’d come down and done him last rather than first as per routine. Once the feed had taken place Anya headed for the door with a grin, knowing that hopefully she’d be punished…yes! A feeler grabbed her ankle and before she could turn more arrived. Quickly seizing her by all four limbs Peter got to work. A big one totally enclosed Anya’s head, blinding and gagging her then she shuddered as the other tendrils stripped her naked! Dress, bra, knickers were all removed and Anya hoped he’d put them on the shelf close by.

She hadn’t struggled as it was what she’d wanted and Peter easily lifted her up then shovelled her into the ‘bed’ before locking her solid and going to work on his ‘victim’. This was scheduled to last at least a couple of hours she hoped.

Now as Jeff left the place Anya’s mind was blowing as yet another orgasm approached.

Ohhh…PETER!

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