Jerome was ready to explore. He'd learned as much as he could from the local plants and star patterns, even having learned the moon patterns and solar cycles. He was ready for something much more and even to say ready was wrong: he needed it now, hungered for it, wanted it.

He had seen the other beasts of the island couple and what he assumed to be some kind of mating ritual, that the smaller, weaker creatures severed as sort of all purpose mating creature, which various other larger beasts would come, make us off and then harvest the biological produce and heat energy. It was a logical explanation and so Jerome had finally worked up the where with all to have his hand at it.

All he need was a test subject to come strolling through the woods....

Jojo was in her absent mind as she practiced her fencing skills on the concrete path through the woods. She hid her body and face with the fencing garb. She came to this school to find they offered no training for the sword arts so she stabbed trees with abstract design of movements.

Jerome sensed the damage the young creature did the trees with the implement, some kind of tool it seemed, so they were smarter than he thought but it didn't matter, unless she were to strike his true body, the damage was inconsequential.

The problem was that the implement proved a challenge: It could be used to defend as well as escape should things take a turn against him. Since the gravity seemed to orient the creatures one way, Jerome figured that a change in position might disorient the beast long enough to give him an opportunity to take the tool from it.

Causing a rustling in the bushes behind her, he sent the tendrils sneaking from the underbrush towards the feet, though they came from much higher, prepared to flip the beast's world upside down.

Jojo as random as her attacks were she dropped low to the ground filling the aluminum lace work of her uniform with voltage as she performed a sweep kick. She jumped up with a flip and unknowingly stabbed a tendral with the electrically filled foil. She soon went back to her fencing as she would go non stop.

Hmm. Jerome's plan had failed spectacularly. He was not so willing to give up on this prize however. He dropped the airs of the subtlety and shot four tendrils out from the bushes. The first and leading of the four struck the beast across the head to disorient, while the lower two snagged her ankles and wrapped about them quickly. The fourth grabbed her sword arm around the wrist and held it fast, extending it as much as it could so she could do little but hold the thing. As she was grabbed, the vines lifted and flipped the student upside down in the midair, causing her fencing helmet to slip free and bounce on the ground below.

His specimen prepared, he sped the special flower beneath her breathing ways and gave her no choice but to inhale the seductive and relaxing pollen.

Jojo's mind raced as she instinctivly drew a good long breath until her body immediately selfconciously shocked the limbs that held her. Once the shock loosened the grips she dropped down and prepared to fight as she held the foil to her lower abdomin as her eyes focused.

Jerome was upset, it had not been this difficult in the scenes which he had witnessed and records, but I suppose practice would make perfect in time. However, this specimen was proving quite the challenge and Jerome hadn't the foggiest on how to handle such a precious target.

He preferred to work with a subject more open to manipulation, but one had to make do with what one had. The girl heard a great rustling like a massive beast charging towards her in the jungle and a massive swarm of green tendrils rose out from the fauna, rearing high in the air and then coming crashing down on top of her, tentacles almost completely entombing her, tearing away the tool from her grasp, her arms and legs being bound and rebound as she was lift straight from the ground and drawn into the writhing mass.

A tentacle finds her way around her throat and tightens, forcing her to gasp for breath. As he mouth was open, another tentacle was shoved into her mouth and began to excrete a nectar which would not only immobilize her but also increase her susceptibility to stimulation. To force her to swallow, the tentacle around her throat began to massage the soft flesh rhythmically, as did all the tentacles in the green womb which she now found herself in an order to relax the worried creature.

Jojo's eyes widened as she got hit by multiple tenticles. She was forced to let go of her foil as she was flung around having rips in her fencing garb reveal. She then felt a tentical wrap and then begin to choke her as she felt her self gasp for air but found a tentical in her throat. She calmed down as her inside shocked the tentical as she bit into into it giving it twice the pain as she was woven into a womb of tenticals.

Jerome did not feel the pain in the tentacle, it was not directly attached to him, he simply controlled it with his dominance over the forests. Little did she know she furthered his plans, for as she bit down on the tentacle, a flood of the nectar flooded into her mouth, which she was forced to swallow due to the tendril around her neck which continued it's massage. The nectar was an aphrodisiac with an addictive quality, so as she swallowed she found she wanted more and more and that her resistance weakened and weakened.

Now that escape was impossible, Jerome's tendrils which bound the girl and those around her began excreting the same syrup all over the girl, coating her in it from head to toe. As it landed on her clothing, the clothing was eaten away but as it touched skin, it caused a pleasant warming sensation.

As he prepared his prize in the womb, the large mass pulled further and further into the forest, even though she could not tell she was moving.

As she bit down with her weakening jaw she felt some liquid entering her mouth. She felt weaker as she was forced to drink the addicting salve. She then felt herself being covered with the liquid as it ate away her cloths but relaxed and made her feel too many arousing sensations.

The mass began it's slow encasing of the girl, Jerome knowing that he would have to bring her to his inner sanctum if he wanted any reliable results. Tendrils wound around her arms from wrists to shoulder in complete coils, as were her legs from ankle to to thigh. As they wound, they contracted and released, giving the feeling of a full body massage.

Two vines found their way to her breasts and encased the two lovely orbs in coils as well. The tendril around her throat began to slide slowly about her delicate flesh, adding another two loops to the one already there. Jerome kept the damaged vine in her mouth so the addictive substances was still fed to her, keeping her weak and unworried about her current situation, only wanting more and more of the nectar that flowed into her mouth as she was rolled about the mass of tendrils.

Jojo openned her eyes seeing only darkness. She knew she had to stop the addictive salve as she breathed through her nose not drinking anymore. Due to her old kendo practices she knew she was moving somewhere but she also felt the massage as well as the groping of her breast. "What happened?" She asked herself as she felt things crawling.

slowly, more and more vines seemed to bind the girl, crawling around her stomach and shoulders and more and more around her throat. A vine began to wrap it's way around her head, blinding her. As her vision was cut off, the flower from earlier appears and shoves itself beneath her nose. The tendril in her mouth continued to excrete the nectar, filling her mouth as she refused to swallow, and gave her a proper chance to taste it, finding it tasted like honey.

A tendril began rubbing against her young flower, stroking the entrance up and down with it's smooth length. Jerome wished to increase the heat energy she was producing, finding the current results unsatisfactory.

The mass with the lovely prize trapped in side slide further and further into the dark forest, further and further from where anyone could hear any shrieks of pleasure.

"Honey?..." Her mind registered slowly as Jojo's defense broke and she drank the honeylike nector at an extremly different pace. She let out a few groans as she felt the intensified touch of her pubic mound. Her mind then went hazy as the strange pollined flower forced her head to spin in question.

The tip and only the tip of the tendril slid inside the girl, teasing the very opening of her entrance with easy and play for strokes. The vines around her breasts began to writhe and knead at the girl's tender flesh, looking to stimulate her more and more so that she would give of more of her pleasant heat energy.

Jerome was pleased that she had given into the substance, now his could begin his proper experiments with the beast taking it's medicine.