The Pleasure Flower [ Salanis Bluestar x Mystearica ]

[Salanis Bluestar]

Veronica Beech had never been a thin girl since she started developing into a woman, she couldn't help it, her whole family were much larger than her, and she had done the best she could to get the weight down. It had left her lonely most nights, with only a few men who where attracted to a heavier set woman. One thing was for sure though, it was her looks that got her job, as part of the port authority for the interstellar trade commission, working on one of the largest space docks that served as a mandatory hub for over a hundred different hyperspace routes.

Veronica had helped find more than a few smuggling berths in her career, having a sixth sense of things, since her father had been a ship designer most of his life, mainly cargo vessels, allowing her to take a subjective look at a ship and start scanning. Tonight though was different, she had more than fifteen ships backed up on the manifest, none of them able to continue on with their transits due to a stupid mistake at dock control. More than five captains had screamed at her like it was her fault, when all she was did was her job. This ship captain and his crew seemed aggravated, but different, it was like there was something off about them, something that didn't immediately jump out to her.

It was a large ship, no doubt there, designed for huge equipment and smaller ships to be transferred, and they had been on route since their pick up point for more than 30 light years. Splitting up with her partner, for they were both in a hurry to get the scan of the ship finished and get it off of the docks, for if it got done it would mean that they could get five ships in to check all at once, instead of one big ship. That was when she found it, a blip in her scanner, a void in the hull. At first she thought it was an error, for her instinct told her that there was nothing but additional shielding on that side of the ship, but as she came by it again, she punched a few buttons on her scanner, having it try a few brute access codes, before the whole side of the wall she was standing by slid open, walking cautiously into it, seeing almost six different containment shields, each of them covering a room, her data pad automatically telling her to take risk and call back up for six Class 1 Alien entities. Class 1 meaning deadly.

 

[Mystearica]

Captain Kron was nervous -- but of course he was. His ship had traveled a long way across the galaxy with a very special cargo aboard. There were a lot of creatures in the universe that no one was aware of, strange beasts tucked away on far flung planets, and it was a rare breed of smuggler that actually sought to poach or otherwise ship those types of creatures. Often they carried deadly pathogens, and sometimes... they just liked the taste of human flesh a little too much, and would go into a frenzy upon discovering that humans had landed on their planet. More than one ship had been found floating in dead space, a class 1 organism among the bodies having eventually died of starvation.

It was even worse when those damn ITC drones started poking around. He'd managed to have his ship built well enough to hide just about anything, having been a successful smuggler of many years. But he'd heard about this one. Beech, the one who liked to clog the port up with irate captains, having discovering something anomalous about their ship. So Kron had had two of his crewmen shadow Veronica around the ship, staying just out of sight. If she saw anything, she was to be... taken care of.

It was much to their surprise and delight when the woman actually did find something. She wasn't their type -- she had a pretty face, but the doughy stomach and the like didn't really do it for them. But they had something on board whose type she DEFINITELY was. As the panel of the ship suddenly pulled apart revealing the hidden storage bay,the two men stepped suddenly behind her.

"Hey, Beech," one of the two thugs, broad in the shoulders and broad of grin, "what'd ya find there?" he asked, one large hand going over her pretty little mouth. His other hand scrabbled at the front of her uniform, gripping at her tits roughly through the material before his hand found the zipper, dragging it down. He was marching her forward into the storage bay as his compatriot went ahead of them, typing in buttons on a particular containment cell.

Off came the jacket, and then he had her against the wall, forcibly stripping her of the rest of her clothes as the containment shield went down. "Here, I can help ya take a nice look," he said, smacking her ass once as he pulled her pants down, tearing through the pants and leaving her in nothing but her shoes as the containment cell's door opened, shoving her into the dark room beyond that smelled an awful lot like late summer. With a low bzzzzz, the shield went back on.

 

[Salanis Bluestar]

Veronica should of known better, as she was just about to hit the emergency button on her scanning screen, when she heard the voice, turning to look at the man who had spoken up. A faint scream was given before she felt that large hand close over her mouth, her smaller form fighting and thrashing as she tried to get away. The pad and scanner dropped from her hands as one hand went up to the wrist of the hand at her mouth, her other hand grasping the hand that was groping at her chest. A painful whimper escaped her as he handled her breasts roughly, before the tight uniform, which provided excellent protection against both blunt objects and blaster fire, suddenly became lose as the zipper was pulled.

Whimpering and crying out against the hand, her feet dragged across the smooth floor of the ship, her eyes tracking the other male as he started to work on the panel next to one of the containment cells. A heavy scream, muffled by his hand was given, hoping her partner would hear her as she realized that she was going to be put in with one of those aliens, legs actively lifting as she tried to kick her captors legs.

A rough cough was given as the wind was knocked out of her as she was shoved against the wall, feeling her breasts falling free of the suit, hearing the words, whimpering as her clothes were forcibly removed. Her mind went through a quick assessment of the situation, which was part of her training. They were taking her clothes off. If it was an alien that would kill with liquid, gas or biological pathogens, of which there were a great deal in the system, with more being found every day, they wouldn't of taken her clothes off. With that thought she started crying, actively fighting back as if her life depended on it, of which it did.

She struggled one last time as she was shoved into the room, with nothing but her shoes on, for the uniform was not designed for undergarments, as it was designed specifically for the person it was issued to, acting as if a thick second skin. Turning rapidly, she cried out as her hands hit the hard light force field, a totally see through shield, unless if you looked at it from the edges. "Let me out of here you bastards! You can't do this! My partner will find me!" Turning about rapidly, her bare ass pressed against the field, smelling the strong pungent aroma of flowers, like the late bloom of the flowers at the end of the season on the nearby planet.

 

[Mystearica]

A voice staticked across the intercom, a camera's lens focusing in on her from the corner, getting a good shot of everything going on: "No, they won't. We'll deal with them, too." And with that, the voice was gone, the camera returning to a neutral state so that it could see everything that was about to unfold on Veronica. After all, they could probably make a killing off of the sale of some hot alien porn... not that they weren't already making a killing, so to speak.

There was a deep groan from the middle of the cell as something... moved. It was a massive and bulbous plant, looking like a blossom that had yet to bloom. Massive leaves spread out over the floor around the base of the organism, thick vines forming a tangled undergrowth that made it seem like this part of the ship had given way entirely to jungle.

And slowly... those vines were making their way over to her. They were thick and very slick-looking, coming at her three or four at a time. It would be possible to crush and strike back some of the vines, but after a time they started to lash out more fiercely, striking at her ankles and her wrists, attempting to stall her attempts at escape and to immobilize her in the plant's grasp. The slickness would be cool on bare skin, and also something... something else. Something that caused a little bit of tingling, an immediate reaction to the plant's secretions that were designed specifically to drive a female wild...

 

[Salanis Bluestar]

It didn't take but a moment for Veronica to see the camera up in the corner, her voluptuous bosom rising up and down as she heard the voice come out of an intercom, sobbing faintly at the sound, her head turning to look around at the two thugs, who she couldn't even see anymore. It wasn't like they were needed, as she couldn't see any internal pads. Maybe she should of opted for that elective surgery which would of put cybernetic wetworking into her, which would of allowed her to remotely drop the shield.

The thought was quickly dispelled as she let out a whimpering sob, seeing the mass of darkness in the poorly lit room, seeing a giant flower that rose up out of the center of a bunch of floral mass, a heavy out crying sob escaping her lips. She remembered the vids that she was forced to see when tell of a new type of alien plant life was discovered being smuggled in a ship. Even the ITC had gotten a hold of several videos and even a dead flower to figure out what it did. It was a sexual impath, and it was called the Pleasure Flower. Every female had been required to watch the videos, just to impress the danger of what looked like a beautiful plant.

Her boots did lash out as she stopped several of the vines, whimpering and sobbing as she screamed out in the containment cell. "Let me out of here you assholes! Don't leave me to this thing, please! I won't tell anyone I found it!" As more of the slime hit her body, her breathing was growing irregular, she could feel the toxin flowing through her, even noticing that she was growing quite warm and wet along her own feminine flower. It was enough of a distraction that the vines would finally get a hold of her wrists and legs, a crying visibly now. "Please noooo...."

 

[Mystearica]

There were no more voices, no more sounds from outside at all, really -- Veronica had been left entirely alone except for the specimen in the middle of the cell...

The tendrils moved faster and faster, seeming to be touching upon her primarily to get a good idea of how her body was laid out, establishing some sort of connection that came through the thin ooze that could drive any human female wild with pleasure... The tendrils lashed out suddenly, two wrapping around each wrist and pushing them suddenly back against the side of the field. With her arms immobilized, it took only a scant second for the tendrils to lash out at her ankles, grabbing hold tightly to them.

All at once, pressure was exerted as the curvy officer was suddenly pressed hard against the side of the cell, slowly pushing her up the side and pinning her to the wall, some two feet off the ground. More tentacles were moving, wrapping around her thick thighs and one even going around her soft stomach, making sure she was well wrapped in its bindings.

Give in... it's okay...

They weren't thoughts, for the plant was no telepath. They were feelings, given form by human understanding and told in brief glimpses of sensation and thought. Of phallic tendrils pounding her sweet pussy and ass, of pints of soothing aphrodisiac spurting down her throat, of gentle leaves touching upon every inch of her body, all phantom sensations that the plant wasn't hinting at -- it was a promise, spurred by the effects of the cooling lubricant.

One tendril, thicker than the ones that held her, slowly brushed along the side of her cheek, the very end prodding at her soft red lips. Below, another was running along the inside of her thigh, brushing slowly across her warm pussy lips...

 

[Salanis Bluestar]

Veronica whimpered and cried, her wrists banging on the force field, hoping that those thugs had forgotten her scanning equipment where she had dropped them. If they had, her personal locator was in there, and as long as it was on the ship, dock control wouldn't let the ships pass. Her body was quivering as the tendrils moved along her form, feeling that ooze coating as it covered her skin, her breathing accelerating as she felt the toxins soaking in further, her head shaking from side to side as she still struggled.

A scream left her lips as her wrists were pinned to the shield, her whimpering turning to a soft sob, as she watched the tendrils grab a hold of her ankles, before feeling herself being pushed up the wall itself, her ass sliding smoothly against that field. "Help me! Geoffrey! Help!" She should of never broken up with her partner, but rather stayed with him as was rules and regulations. Thighs quivered as she watched true tentacles as they started to grab a hold of her, her eyes looking at the closed flower in the center of the room, realizing that those few nightmares that she had after watching the video on this particular alien was no doubt about to come true.

Veronica suddenly stopped as she heard a voice. Eyes frantically looked around the room for another human, then stopped as her eyes widened in horror as she realized it came from the plant. Then she gave a womanly gasp, something beyond just a normal physical sound but suggested something lewd and sexual. Her mind fought against those mental visuals, her body getting further aroused at just the thought of it. That is when she felt them, a tentacle stroking along her cheek, just out of her sight.

As the tentacle came into her sight she closed her mouth tightly, turning her head away, not wanting the disgusting thing in her mouth, but she couldn't help the feeling of the one going up her thighs, causing a muffled moan to come out from her closed mouth and lips. As the tentacle started to work on her sex though, she struggled fruitlessly, the feeling erotically appealing, fighting to keep her mouth closed amidst the feeling. It had been over a year since she had last gotten laid, and that was from a freighter pilot that liked his girls to be something more than rail thin stick figures.

 

[Mystearica]

The tentacles seemed to adapt quickly to her body, understanding the way it curved and the way sensual electricity roiled through her veins with each touch to those sensitive areas. The tentacle continued to roll slowly along her lips, not even truly seeking entrance but rather gently roll backwards and forwards over them, slicking her ruby lips with the cool, potent aphrodisiac. It begged for her to taste it, to just stick her tongue out and see how wonderful it could all be.

Elsewher,e the tentacles were merciless. It seemed almost tender, the way one tentacle slowly slid sideways across the gentle swell of her stomach, the way two smaller tendrils slowly reached out, gently beginning to wrap tight around her warm, soft breasts. The very tips of those tendrils flicked across her pale pink nipples, flicking one way and then the other before they slowly wrapped around the nipple itself, squeezing ever-so-softly. The one between her leg continued to roll slowly up and down her pussy lips, pulling away after a long moment to aim directly at her clit.

It started slowly, the very tip pressing against the clit, and as warm and loving as a tongue it slid up and then down, letting her feel just how girthy the tentacle was. It wanted her -- in every leaf, in every root, in every little tendril, that need for her body thrummed. But it was more insidious than that. Just fucking her would get the job done... eventually. But it seduced, it touched and trailed and flicked and did everything a loving man could do and more.

 

[Salanis Bluestar]

Found her resistance waning, as her body was starting to lean into those tentacles, her own natural sexual drive being used against her, her eyes looking at that closed bud, and knowing that soon she would be inside of the flower itself. The thought terrified her, but as the tendrils and tentacles were real it was also incredibly erotic, which made her realize that the aphrodisiac was starting to truly get into her mind now. The aphrodisiac was all over her lips now, she could feel it seep past her closed lips, the little bit that got through tasting all sorts of levels of sweet, without being sickly so. It was enough to cause her to gasp, which would of allowed the tentacle more than a chance to slide in.

Veronica didn't dare look at her own body, not like she truly needed to with the way that the tentacles were tormenting her. She could feel her breasts getting wrapped up in those tentacles, her sensitive stomach quivering as well as a tentacle slid about it. It didn't take much for her nipples to harden though, feeling the tendrils as they wrapped around her breasts making them stand out, giving the tendrils the nipples to play with. Soft shudders shook her form with each tweak of her nipples, moans and gasps mixing with her soft sobbing as she was sexually tormented.

Her eyes widened though as she felt the tentacle at her pussy center in on her clit. The last man she had been with having to only play with that particular budding jewel of her womanhood the last time for only a few moments before she had got rocked into an orgasm. It wasn't much different here, as her hips started to actively rock and pull away from the tentacle and the sensations it was pushing onto her. She knew she didn't have long, as a blossoming warmth developed within her belly, no doubt amplified from the aphrodisiac.

 

[Mystearica]

The tentacle was more than happy to take the opening it was given, the tentalce sliding once across Veronica's lips before the tip plunged past them. It was slick and thick, depressing Veronica's tongue and affixing the tip at the back of Veronica's threat. So done, it slowly began to trickle its nectar into her body. It was sweet, the sort of sweetness that would set fire to her veins and send sexual shocks running up and down her voluptuous body...

The tendrils seemed almost fixated upon her breasts, squeezing and rolling and sliding across the soft flesh, oh-so-gently tweaking and tugging upon her hardened nipples. They were like a lover's lips and tongue, sliding shamelessly over her supple body in a way a human never could. Other tentacles were on the move, wrapping under her arms and around her soft thighs, making sure she was well-supported on the wall, that there was no pain... and that she was perfectly set within its grasp, completely unable to escape by herself.

It's okay to want it... to need it... to crave being fucked.

Phantom sensations and images rolled through her thoughts again, such as the feeling of it spurting fluids deep into her womb, of tentacles and petals rolling over every inch of her body, trapping her completely... and of a tentacle worming its way into her tight behind.

Only, perhaps, for her to realize that that last one wasn't a trick of the plant.

A small tendril pressed tight to her pucker, slowly sliding into her, centimeter after centimeter, as a second small one dipped into her soft pussy. Not enough to fuck her like a man might, but enough to do the equivalent of fingering her, sliding in and out of the first three inches of her channel as that tentacle on her clit redoubled its efforts.

 

[Salanis Bluestar]

A muffled cry escaped Veronica as that tentacle slid into her mouth, her jaw trying to close, her teeth pushing down on the tentacle to find that it was very much like a plant, but also like it was almost pure muscle. A groan escaped her spread mouth as she could feel the slime pouring into her mouth, coughing and nearly gagging on it at first before she was forced to swallow. The effects were almost instantaneous, given on how fast the slime seemed to work on her skin, it would no doubt be doubly so inside of her body. A visible ripple of her whole body would be seen as she felt like it had been set on fire, but pleasantly not painfully so.

Her sobbing was interrupted by the attention to her breasts, which were aching now, feeling like she was being teased. She almost wished her nipples were being sucked, as her mind reeled in horror at the fact that she was thinking such things, as this thing was clearly set in it's ways. Veronica knew that only death was being offered, as was clear from the memorandum and videos informing her of new aliens over a month ago, but as she was having first hand experience, she realized just how insidious that pleasure was.

She felt her body being further supported, and even possibly spread out further, whimpering as the words flowed into her head easier than before, shaking her head as much as she could with the tentacle in her mouth. The mental images though were even more powerful than before, as she found her hips and body rocking as if it was already happening. Her eyes widened as she realized that last sensation was lasting much longer, not able to look down much as she realized her sex and ass was getting penetrated, a moaning sob being muffled by the tentacle.

It didn't take much till her hips were actively leaning into the sensations, as her ass had never been really played with before, as she was too much of a coward to try, the sensation oddly pleasurable, no doubt to what the creature was feeding her. She wondered if the creature could even sense what she heard, as she tried to scream out with her mind.

No! Stop please! I don't want this! Oh god... Please I will let you go somewhere, on a nice planet, I won't have them destroy you!

The sound that caught her attention though that foretold her doom was not the sound of those vines, as she could almost feel it through her body, was that of the magnetic locks coming free, realizing that the ship was cleared to continue. It meant one thing. No help was coming. They thought she was off of the ship.

 

[Mystearica]

Whatever the hapless officer wished, the plant seemed more than willing to provide. As she ached for her rosy pink nipples to be suckled upon, the slender tentacles that tugged and tweaked pulled away, larger tentacles coming before her, flowering open at the tip to gently take her nipples into their openings. They closed on her, the slick insides of the tentacles exerting a gentle suction that waxed and wanes, suckling upon her much like a skilled lover's lips would...

You do want this... your hips tremble and writhe, and your body is getting wet just at the thought of getting fucked... The images and the words were getting faster and more insistent now, worming into her mind in the same way it was worming into her body, opening her up around it for as thorough and vicious a defilement as any lustful woman could ever hope for...

Just as she realized the situation she was in, a thicker tentacle drove itself into her pussy, filling her needy sex and her ass at the same time, filling her in a way she'd never been filled before. They rocked her hips, the tentacles on her neck, her stomach, her nipples and her clit all going into overdrive as the plant sought to eke out the first of many orgasms it would put her through this night. The orgasms that would send her spiraling into an abyss of pleasure from which she would never -- could never -- escape. Or come down to it... even want to escape.

That sweet goop coated every inch of her body now, inside or oute, inflaming the senses and making it all the easier for the tentacles to ravage her body without even the slightest resistance of dry skin on the girthy tentacles...

 

[Salanis Bluestar]

Veronica gasped faintly as she looked forward to watch the tentacles that had wrapped around her breasts withdraw from them, whimpering almost gratefully before she saw the larger tentacles come up in front of her. A soft gasp of slight fear left her as she saw them open like a flower, before watching her own nipples get drawn into them. A soft gasp left her as her nipples were suckled, her breasts rocking and shifting to those two tentacles now as she shook her head, cursing herself.

Before she could think anything else though, that presence pushed it's way into her mind, the images causing her to struggle and pull at her bonds even harder now, all in an effort to get away and withdraw not want to be there. She sobbed audibly even with the tentacle in her mouth, force feeding her that sweet fluid, her mind trying to fight against the images and words.

That was when her whole body arched, feeling two tentacles smoothly plunge into her depths, a soft scream leaving her gagged mouth. Her eyes closed tightly as she all tried to wish it away, but the increased sensations were too much, her head shaking back and forth as soft guttural moans and groans escaped her as her hips were rocked back and forth by those tentacles. Even as her mind was smoothly getting overloaded with those sensations, she couldn't help manage to have enough energy to dredge up one last memory of that video. The first orgasm was just to make the women lose and compliant, so the flower could put them between the main blossom and secure it with the primary tentacles that came from the main blossom.

The idea was quickly driven from her head though as those tentacles were moving smoother and smoother, her eyes opening against her will as her eyes started to look upward. Her toes were starting to curl along with a slight bend at her knees. She knew that she was at the brink, as she tried to fight it. The sounds of those tentacles as they slid lewdly back and forth in her pussy and ass were not helping. Her breathing started to get hitched in her chest though as she started to let out a muffled squeak with every gasp, her head thrashing a few last time before she let out a strangled gasp.

She hardly even realized it when the orgasm crashed on her, almost knocking her unconscious, her entire body quivering as those tentacles did their insidious dance, her body rocking several times as she was caught in orgasmic bliss. It only took a couple more moments before her body went lose, her eyes faintly closing but not completely, her body going slack in the hold of all of the tentacles.

 

[Mystearica]

The tentacles were slick and unrelenting in their conquest of Veronica's body, running lewdly over every inch of her soft flesh that it could find, groping her large breasts and plundering her pussy and her ass in equal measure,. The floral monster was utterly merciless in the way a few thin tentacles tweaked and rubbed at her clit, long pulls of the tentacle inside her body pushing her ever closer to the edge she simply would not be able to come back from. As it drove her closer and closer, all she'd be able to hear were the soft squishes, squelches, and other organic noises as they pillaged her body until... until...

As she came, the tentacles flooded her body, thick globs of white-hot aphrodisiac spurting into every hole they happened to be in at the time -- which was to say all of them. As she went slack over her invader, the tentacles wrapped around her soft thighs and her arms, holding her tight like a web as she spasmed over the jerking and invading tentacles. Slowly, they began to pluck her off of the wall, extra tendrils coming to support her soft, smooth back as they lifted her high into the air.

She'd be able to see them, the petals opening as she was carried through the air over to the writhing mass, the flower blossoming just for her as it slowly placed her in the middle. It was soft, cushioned almost, a place for her to sit comfortably as the soft petals smoothly brushed across her skin -- like silk meant to tease and entice a lover.

It held tight to her curves, leaving her head above the petals for just a moment as the tentacles smoothly slid around her. They popped out of her pussy and her ass with faint sounds, her body pushed down against the very middle of the flower... where something far thicker slithered along her abused pussy.

Do you want it? It was a thought asked in her own voice, echoing around her head against a litany of her previous moans, against a chorus of those gentle squelches as her body had been taken over and over...

 

[Salanis Bluestar]

Veronica could feel the ache, her muscles almost screaming out from fighting, but with the aphrodisiacs, the pleasure was just simply drowning out her nerves. She almost drowned as aphrodisiac was dumped directly into her body from several directions, struggling almost at first before her instinctual reactions kicked in, her throat visibly shifting as she swallowed the goop. Her guts felt heavy with the stuff, and while the amount that was dumped in her pussy back flowed and dripped out of her copiously.

The movement though caught her attention, as she whimpered out softly as she was pulled from her pinned point at the wall, aware of more tentacles supporting her from behind. Eyes opened to see the bud open, a soft sob escaping her stuffed lips, her legs struggling softly. Seeing those slick petals made her struggle fruitlessly, her body not able to do much as she was still getting over the heights of that last orgasm.

A soft gasp was given though as she was lowered down as the flower opened fully, her head shaking softly and even able to get that tentacle out of her mouth as she leaned heavily to the side, spitting softly as her mouth got free. "No no no no no!" She couldn't stop it though as the tentacles still had control, feeling her legs getting pushed up as her hips and ass got slid inside of the large flower, looking like a rose from the outside, but the base of it slid quite deep.

A gasp escaped Victoria's lips as those tentacles slid out of her pussy and ass lewdly, finding herself quite trapped as she was pulled and pushed deeper. A heavy sob was sounded as she happened to look up, to see that that camera was almost in the perfect position, as if it moved along the ceiling, for such things were not unheard of to be able to see the whole containment unit. Legs were hitched up against her, feeling the quite hot petals, as if they were a living thing filled with warmth, then it occurred to her that it was. It wasn't just a simple earth flower.

She felt the touch at her swollen folds, knowing it was nothing like those cock like vines. A faint memory managed to flash in her mind, of something resembling much like something you would see in a flower, with irregular flanges and frills. The scientists figured that it was designed specifically to drive a woman wild, with all of the irregular surfaces, designed to do some very naughty things inside of them.

A bright blush came to her face though as she was aware of the flower yet again communicating in that odd way, a soft whimper escaping her as she struggled softly, wanting to climb out of that flower, her hands grasping the sides of her erotic prison which would be her doom, finding that it was so slick that the very moment she put pressure her hands slid down. Her answer though was the scariest thing, for it was audible, and with it she knew that she was being driven to the answer. "Y-yess..."