Her balance had not been the best on one leg. Only the contact that she made with Olivia kept her from losing it. Her toes had a hard moving that toy too as she had not been practiced in doing anything of the sort. She feasted on those tits, sucked them, licked those nipples and squeezed them like plump melons as she altered her attention from breast to breast and action to action.

Keeping that up until her ankle got trapped between those thighs she pulled away hands going to her shoulders for balance as she gazed at her. “Oh, your close aren't you?” She gripped those shoulders so she could pull her foot away with a bit of effort that rocked that chair briefly as those front wheels went up a few inches.

She grinned at her hooking her thumb towards the camera. “I shouldn't block the good bits, huh?” Walking around her she leaned down letting her tongue breeze over her neck and shoulder then back up and even going to her ear, licking that lope as one hand curled around her toying with her breast her index finger flicking that nipple as her other fingers pressed inward.

That other hand reached around to that toy twisting it again as it advanced within her, always slow. Standing behind her it took a few moments to get things working as they had before given the difference in the stances but it was nothing she had not worked out in short order.

It was tough reading her but to get the maxim charge out of that ring she tried to push her close to her limit, stop for a bit and do so all over again drawing out those final moments.

“Tell me Miss Nightingale do you want to cum?”

Teeth and other features of her face clenched, the same as her knees, a little gasp and a slight relaxation of her body would come as Etolie spoke. She was. She was indeed. Olivia was so tantalizingly close to cumming, but to her horror, she realised that her tormentor wasn't going to make things that easy. In vain, she'd wiggle her hips, trying to get that last bit of stimulation that would push her over the edge, but Olivia was not the one in control here.

Though she could do nothing to block the two views she was getting from the camera, unable to close or even blink those digital eyes, the best Olivia could do was avert one of her gazes of to the side, into the trees. Of course, this only gave Etolie the chance to once more tease some of Olivia's other sensitive parts. A tongue sliding over Olivia's neck and shoulder, rising up to her ear, as that warm, wet presence started to stroke her there, she began to struggle even more, heels being lifted up and down off the foot rest of her wheelchair as her hips in turn continued to buck and writhe. Whilst it was true that the visual of all this was being streamed directly to Olivia, all of it would seem somewhat distant, out of focus, the mind trapped, focusing on the parts of her body that seemed to burn... She'd all but completely fail to register Etolie's comment about getting the best shot.

A finger flicked her, by now, stiff and stuck out nipples, causing her to flinch as, like a series of crackling firework, pleasure harshly sparked through her breasts, only to be gently worked in and soothed by Etolie's ever warm caress. This would be nothing compared to the sensations created by that terrible rod being twisted and plunged into her, the bulbous head being used to scrape along all of Olivia's most vulnerable spots. Every twist, every little delve, deeper into her, would send waves of bliss throughout her whole body.

"Mnngghhh! God! Fuck..."

Her body would tense, shaking slightly as her hips bucked and stayed, quivering. Between her desperate, ever less coherent panting, Olivia would begin to let out all sorts of lustful cries and moans. However, Etolie was a cruel one, furthermore, she knew what she was doing and time and time again, she would stop just sort of bringing her victim to climax, an action that would seemingly drive her crazy every time, those hips thrusting and wiggling madly in an attempt to find that final relief. Olivia had long since parted her own legs under the insane pressure of all this lust and pleasure, and her mind had surely undergone a similar dispersal.

"God! Please... Fuck... fuck... Aaahhnngg!"

She'd be deprived of release one more time and she'd have to bite her lower lip to stop herself screaming, which, as it happens, a small strangled one would soon find its way to open air anyway. Her body was beginning to visibly sweat now and under all the exertion, exhaustion was beginning to set in as Olivia's fine ass settled back down in her seat, still thrusting and bucking slightly in response to all the pleasure, but gradually losing its violence as strength as a sort of hopelessness was settling in.

"God... please... I...I... I can't...huahua... please... please....please... un..."

Her head had begun to thrash this way and that, side to side, finally coming to a stop to stare out ahead as she found herself brought so tantalizing close to another climax. A small, tortured, squeaking 'un' sound would come from the back of her throat. It would appear that Olivia was having a hard time getting the words she needed to say out, and despite her normally strong, adamant will, a tear would now be seen rolling down one cheek. All she could manage was those pleads, 'please', and the expletives as her body was tormented. Every now and then, she'd stutter and announce, mournfully, her inability to answer Etolie's very simple question, but how long that would continue was another matter.

She was certainly having fun, that ring being charged up again and again until it reached a full charge or at least Etolie believed that it could be charged no further. Her hand left her breast only to circle the cool ring before removing it from her finger.

There was a slight pause as she placed it back on her finger leaning down to whisper in her ear once again. “Please stop? Hm, I guess we can stop,” she teased knowing full well that Olivia was breaking. “Or do you wish to cum? I'm so confused. Since you charged up my ring quite nicely I'll let you whisper your answer to me.”

Pulling aside her hair from an ear she did lean down to her to get that answer. Regardless of the answer she received would not change her next move, only what she said next. Either it being a shame that they were done here or saving this part all for herself as she moved over to the recording lens and turned it off before placing it in her bag.

“Don't worry, you'll get it back by the end of the day.” Unknown to Etolie as she moved forth there was an individual in the treeline that Olivia could see. A thing that had been about the size of a man that looked like a smaller version of a leafless tree.

It was just standing there as if it were there all along. Perhaps it was given that her attention had been focused on what was going on. Maybe it was paradolia where she thought that she saw a face when there wasn't one yet this was more humanoid then something as simple as a face being cast within the bark of a tree.

It did not move but seemed to be starring at the pair with unblinking eyes. When Etolie had been behind her she must have been able to see it so it had to have been nothing amiss.

Mr. Happy stirred within her just a little as Etolie rubbed the base of the toy with a finger. A hand going to the back of her head as she leaned down consuming her lips with her own, advancing that tongue into her mouth to sweep over her own for a long moment before slowly drawing the toy from her depths so that it barely remained inside her. There it would remain for a silent count before pressing back in after a silent count to ten, twisting as it did so only to reverse direction with the next plunge into her.

Having that ring removed from her finger was the short break and opening Olivia needed, in some small part, to recover. Still, even though there was a moment of quiet, something was breaking, and regardless of Olivia's struggles, the ropes digging into her wrists, it wasn't the bindings. Even though they were blind, her eyes came fluttering open to a lustful, half open stage, as Olivia's mouth hung open, agape, breathed heavy, steaming breaths that condensed in the air. Her thighs would quiver, pleasure still buzzing through every nerve in her body.

Regardless of the ongoing torment, her body would relax, as she forced herself to close her lips long enough to swallow the practically boiling saliva that'd begun to water in her mouth, the simple act seemingly causing her whole body to shake. Of course, Etolie would taunt, but Olivia wasn't in much of a state to respond with any sort of retort. At the very least, she comprehended the words, though she would have no understanding in regards to the ring. Knowing she needed to give her an answer, that she was being asked to give more, even though cognisant, in that regard, it'd still take a second or two before Olivia could answer, and even then, it'd be little more than a whisper, fighting to be aloud amidst the gentle huffs and puffs of the girl trying to catch her breath.

"... I... I... Puh... puh... please...cu...cu... cum... want... want... want to..."

A small, tortured groan escaped from Olivia as her tormentor withdrew, half pleasure, half frustration, leaving her before she could get the words entirely out. She couldn't take it, the pleasure was too much. If she didn't get to cum soon, she knew, she just knew she'd go crazy.

Gasping slightly as the camera above went dark, Olivia found herself looking out ahead, with only the one 'eye'. The distraction of that other picture removed, Olivia would see... something... What? What was that? Was she seeing things? There'd be a second or two as she simply found herself looking at that bizarre sight, like a man, but also the forest. A strange illusion or hallucination? There was no way her tech would produce such an oddly specific vision.

Olivia wouldn't be given long to contemplate that unworldly apparition though, before Etolie brought her sharply back to the present. The slightest of movement caused by a finger brushing lightly along the base of the toy still inside of her, was enough to invoke a reaction. Teeth initially clenching as she bent double, she'd soon bounce back, gaze flying skyward as she began once more to pant and moan. Whatever cry she needed to make, whatever plead, Olivia would be robbed of the chance as she saw Etolie blacken her entire vision, the sadistic, but nonetheless soft... and beautiful, features of her tormentor rushing towards her. She'd feel lips locking onto her own and, continuing to moan, hips bucking up slowly as the toy was removed, almost as if they were being dragged along with, trying to follow, Olivia couldn't help but find herself passionately returning that kiss as her quiet, tired, but lustful sounds were muffled in the other woman's mouth. Tongue sliding and rolling over Etolie's own, Olivia would begin to let out another, louder, more desperate cry as the toy was slowly plunged back in with a cruel twist, that sent shivers up her entire body. Suddenly struggling, again, more violently, Olivia would fight to get loose, however briefly to call out loud, in a clear, unhesitant voice.

"Arrgghh... Fuck! Please! Don't tease me like that. Please! Please, Miss Le Blanc, I need to Cum! I... I can't take it anymore! Please! Please, let me Cum!"

“Allow me,” the voice caught her off guard and Etolie jumped as she spun around seeing the very same creature that Olivia saw. It's movement made it stand out as it gestured causing controlled vines to streak at her. Soon Etolie was out of sight, reacting as those things shot forth and running out of her sight.

Whether she got very far was something that she could not tell as the creature looked in Etolie's direction before those unseeing eyes came back to her vulnerable form. It approached her, neither man nor plant. A hand lifted up her chin inspecting her.

“I have not seen you before sapling. These are such meager restraints,” he pulled apart the rope around one of her hands with ease, then the other. Standing right before her he even pulled that toy from her dropping it to the ground. “Why let you waste such a release when I can top up.”

Knowing that she was close he wasted little time in pulling her out of that seat to stand before him. Vines dancing around, stretching down from the branches of trees two of which coiled around her wrists drawing her up and away from that chair. Fingers traced over her clothes playing with her breasts then when he didn't quite get how to remove them he tore them off as if they were wrapping paper.

His retractable root made an appearance aligning against her body, spraying some of that enzyme against her first despite feeling that it was unnecessary. Mouthing a tit he began pressing into her, that root flexible able to wriggle within her core as it pressed inside of her at a modest speed, gradually scaling up that speed as he suctioned up her juices and that enzyme as he went to work on her and collecting the very nutrient that he needed.

Other vines took hold of her ankles while another slide between her ass checks. Another coiled around that neglected breast as the creature was getting into a strange rhythm picking up where that toy left off.

Shock at her own words would be overshadowed by the intrusion of this... thing... this 'creature'. With a frightened gasp, Olivia would find herself silenced. What was this thing? It didn't look human, but it was talking. Voodoo dolls, strange plant monsters, had she managed to hit her head? There was no way any of this could be real? Was she 'Alice' in some screwed up wonderland? Yet, as the thing seized her, it would all feel real enough.

Those vines, shooting forth, were unlike anything Olivia had ever seen before. She knew that bamboo could grow at a remarkable rate, but this was ridiculous. At the very least, the possibility that this was some sort of special effect or intricate, staged performance would seem to be out of the question. Approaching the trapped woman in her chair, Olivia could do little more than squirm and, to no avail, struggle against her restraints. There was something akin to panic in her now, but as the creature lifted her chin, from where she'd been looking down at her bound wrists, a sort of paralysed terror gripped her now as she stared out, mouth slightly agape, at that strange face of bark and wood. Those eyes were definately not human.

It spoke and, at first, uncertain of the being's motives, when it removed her restraints, Olivia actually found herself breathing a gentle relief. The thing was scary, but it was apparently there to help her? Despite herself, a little, pleasurable moan would escape from her as the toy was removed. Initially, overwhelmed by nothing but fear, she'd actually forgotten all about her sexual torment. Now though, the walls and entry to her sex still very sensitive and aroused, Olivia's hips would twitch, bucking slightly as the movement of that toy sliding out of her caused twinges of unwanted delight.

She wouldn't comprehend the meaning behind the creature's next words, at least, not at first. However, as it lifted her out of her chair, its intent would quickly become clear. Her arms being lifted up, high above her head, she could barely feel the weight of her body upon her feet. Instead, she would find herself pulled up into an almost suspended position, quite helpless as this thing's hands went to her chest. Naturally she would try to struggle, but as much as she tried to pry her wrists apart, fingers writhing, the grip was indomitable, holding her in place with an absolute, unyielding certainty. What then? She could do nothing as she felt fingers tracing gently over her body.

"What!?"

Olivia finally spoke, gaze going down, watching what this creature was doing over her already partially exposed breasts.

"No. Wait. You can't be..."

Her words would be abruptly interrupted as this thing violently tore away her clothes, causing her to cry out with a sudden, startled yelp. Grasping both her dress and bra in one grip, and with her panties already removed, Olivia would be completely exposed, her soft, caramel skin bare and open to the elements, those cute little sandals and that bizarre visor of hers being the only things left on her body. The monster moving quickly though, she wouldn't have time to be embarrassed by her sudden immodesty as it started to have its way with her.

Olivia's attention would be drawn as she felt something squirting against her sex down below. Glancing down, she'd briefly get the chance to see the sight of this thing's 'root', whose purpose would be more than obvious as she traced its origin back to the groin of this being. It wasn't exactly a penis, looking at it, but with where it was poised and where it had already squirted some sort of substance upon her, it would seem obvious where that was intended to go.

"Is that? No. Please don't..."

While the rest of her would recoil in horror at the thought of being violated by such a thing, Olivia's sex would twitch in apparent anticipation. Her view of this thing's member would be brief, as this creature quickly leant in to suckle on her breast, an act which would cause her head to tilt back slightly, mouth falling agape, as she began to pant out into the air. This creature's mouth was strange, but Olivia could feel suction and what felt like a tongue circling her teat.

She knew what was coming and would try in vain to stop it. Pulling on the veins holding her hands above her, she'd use what little strength she had remaining to get her feet off the ground and try to push them out ahead of her. However, the creature would already be moving and, before she had time to lift off, she would feel this beast's hips thrust in towards her as something flexible and wiggling wormed its way into her wet, dripping sex.

Soaking lips parting to more than welcome the new invader, Olivia would begin to wail and writhe with sexual delight as this thing squirmed and wiggled around inside her, stirring up her most pleasurable regions. Finding herself able to do little more than rise up unto the tips of her toes, an act which would cause her calves to scream with terrible strain, the act would be less an attempt to pull away from the new thing violating her pussy, and more of her body's own involuntary response as muscles tensed and spasmed uncontrollably.

Breathing growing ever quicker, new tendrils would wrap around Olivia's ankles, further ensuring she wasn't going anywhere. Another set of vines would snake there way around her one, free breast squeezing and massaging her further. Between this and the continuing stimulation below, the helpless girl would find her head tossed completely back as her unbidden, sexual moans grew ever louder. On some level she was aware of another intrusion rubbing itself slowly between her ass cheeks, but her mind was so completely overwhelmed and immersed in the lust and pleasure that she scarcely found herself able to process what such a presence could mean. Etolie having already brought Olivia so close, it wouldn't be long before...

"fuck... fuck... fuck..."

A quick, rapid fire blast of hushed, whispered profanities, amidst ever more desperate hot, lustful gasps and pants for air, then...

"HUUAAHHH!!"

Her whole body would shake as her tight little sex clamped down harder on the invading root. She'd been feeling this thing sucking away inside of her, soaking up every drop of moisture, and while it was like nothing she'd ever felt before, with the wriggling, writhing piece remaining lubricated enough to slip and slide easily enough inside, she couldn't deny the immense pleasure this sensation had held. Now, it seemed, the whole ordeal would apparently prove itself all too much for Olivia as a shattering, agonizing climax wracked her entire body. Something of a squirter by nature, Olivia would provide more than enough of what Birch sought as boundless, gushes of her juices flowed out of her. Back arching as much as it could, only pressing her breasts in towards her tormentor, her ass would clench tightly around the hotdogging tendril between her cheeks. The immense orgasm would leave her in a whited out, blissful state of ecstasy for quite some time, left breathing heavily, struggling to catch her breath in the aftermath. However, if she thought, once she'd come down enough to perform such an act, that they were done... she still had a lot to learn about Shokushu...

He had been like a predator in a way. While Birch attempted to prolong his appetite until he could barely keep coherent thoughts he did not pass up the opportunity to top up such need when such opportunities arose. Nor did he chase down Etolie, which would have been no challenge at all in the jungle. Not when he had someone gift wrapped and here before him.

Birch tried to fight against his nature but his life force required nutrients, that nectar that few were willing to give and none at first. There were a few that made arrangements with him, protection while they were in his territory but it was not without a price. He preferred those that came back, it kept him from loosing control as a well fed Birch was a rational one.

And there was Slarr too. He tended to come and go in his territory targeting girls. Some he had even tried to force to him, those that did not meet his strict criteria. This one would have to worry about him as evident by the color of her leaves.

That was neither here or there. He had her and that was as simple as that. She was afraid and attempted to get him to stop. She had even attempted to resist him with her legs kicking her away from him but he was quicker and already in that tight body when her feet came to rest upon his chest for a moment before giving up and sliding away.

He was in control of himself and so that vine did not dig in forcefully. Rather he was using an even pace, enhanced by that enzyme he released that dulled pain he did not need to worry about harming her, after all, they were less likely to return if they were hurt, less likely to even come back to the jungle and since he preferred not to leave it doing so for less then a minute once to snag Meredith who was close but not in the jungle there was no other real choice opened to him.

He took her as he teased her senses, surprised with how quickly she came. Surprised by that gush that flooded him as she clenched down on him. Plenty of nutrients had been offered up and he readily drank. Holding himself there as he drank it all up not realizing how quenched he had been.

She panted and gasped in enjoyment too. A hand brushed a portion of her hair as her continued to drink. Not a virgin, they had a unique taste, yet far from jaded either. Of course he knew that first bit before they started. There was something different about her from that lone eye he could see. And there was this chair too, he was not familiar with it but gathered up that it was needed for her legs.

A vulnerable one like this would be targeted a lot, he felt. That was the nature of most of the denizens that hunted here. Quick prey were you did not have to exert much energy ranked up there with isolated targets. There were many that did not mind, however, groups being little challenge. Large groups were generally safe, it took too much work for such an attack to be covered but it too could from his understanding.

When her breathing regulated some her slipped his tongue into her mouth toying with her own. It was moist excreting that enzyme he had fired against her not that it had much of an effect like this. If he had chosen to feast on her orally it would have had the same effect.

When she was just about dry down below more of that enzyme shot into her lubricating her before moving within her again. His hand leaving her breast to circle a finger around her clit, stroking it as another vine played with her tit.

“New here?” He asked of her, hands now curling around her hips and brushing against her ass pulling her a bit closer to himself. There was no sense in not taking his fill of her, this time her orgasm would be generated by his efforts alone. While not as much of a teaser as Etolie had been Birch was slow and deliberate in what he was doing, he had the time on his hands so there was no rush.

“Perhaps I can help you out some. It normally goes against my nature but ...” he trailed off, the vine rubbing between her ass cheeks only increased as that tongue now turned upon her neck and shoulder.

She could feel the movements of the creature dying down as she came, but the sucking and slurping that followed would cause her to flinch time and time again, knees wobbling repeatedly together and apart, still trapped on the tips of her toes, bounds around her ankles. It was torturous, her climax having brought her up to a dizzying height of ecstasy, with this thing's consumption of her fluids making it a bumpy ride down. Her inner walls quivered and caved, battering against the hard root before being brutally suckled upon as the instinctive reaction to this thing had her pussy trying to recoil her sensitive flesh. Then, after finally being able to pull her walls free of the intruder, her body would once more try to relax, inadvertently closing around it again and, finding the root still present at she collapsed in around it once more, the terrible pattern repeated, constantly tormenting her. Stimulated so, Olivia's breath would softly gasp, pant and shake as she apparently struggled to come down from her mighty orgasm.

Eventually, a tongue would be lunged lustfully into her mouth and, so blank was her mind currently, that she found herself instinctively dancing her own around the intruder. The soft flesh of her cheeks would be flushed red and she could feel that warmth spreading as she lovingly did the tonsil waltz with this thing. Some sort of liquid was leaking into her mouth and she found herself swallowing plenty of it, the enzyme tasting to her like some sort of sweet fruitful nectar. Finally though, the beast would withdraw and seemingly in thanks for his patronage, she'd leave a long, thin, trailing thread of her own saliva, strung between the tip of his tongue and hers, the later of which would protrude briefly from her as if longingly trying to pursue him.

The creature would start up again down below and, even more sensitive now having just cum... Hard, even the very simple act of him squirting that lubricating enzyme inside her would cause her to shiver. Moving slowly, the gentle rubbing of his root inside her would cause her to lightly toss her head back and give a low, sensual moan. Instinctively, her sex would wrap itself tightly around the intruder, adoringly stroking up and down the 'cock', the favourite customer in today, the servers would be so very thankful for his generosity, making her feel so good... again.

Further stimulated as a hand went down to circle her clit, expertly rubbing and massaging around that swollen pearl, Olivia's blind eyes, only one of which was visible through the one empty eye hole of her mask, would flicker half open, fluttering as her tongue rolled out and she found herself apparently short on breath, panting heavily in and out. Her state would almost be such that she'd be unable to comprehend his words, let alone answer. However, as the thing gently pulled her in closer now, the movement would seem to snap her a little of the way out of it, to some extent allowing her to grow accustom to this thing's onslaught of the most sensitive parts of her body.

"Wh-what?"

She'd barely be able to get out little more than a whisper. His question had been heard, but she'd have difficulty giving an answer, though perhaps her lack of reply was answer enough as the creature moved on. A tongue slowly lashing its way up her bare shoulder, then up the side of her neck, she'd at first give a startled yelp that quickly turned into a long, quivering, drawn out lustful groan. She found her hips moving in tandem with his evenly paced, gentle thrusts, the young woman writhing in her place.

"What... nngh..."

She'd find herself interrupted as one particular movement, not apparently any different from the rest that was being inflicted on her, one particular collusion of him hitting that spot inside her and, at the same time, his finger running over her clit, causing her to flinch and let out a strangle grunt.

"...what do you want from me?"

She could feel that hot, warm vine on her backside, swelling, growing slightly in size like a firm, erect, warm cock, a comparison that would only invoke a little more unwanted excitement on her part. For the first time, she was perhaps properly aware of its presence, afraid... though perhaps slightly aroused... by the thought of where such a thing was planning to go. Of course, in the end, her main focus would be back to her front, where this creature was plowing away at her, and where she'd feel herself being pressed ever closer into the warm back and leafy bristles.

Her body had been reacting splendidly against him, around him as he continued the assault on her body. When she came around he glanced at at her without halting his attention on her. His finger reversed direction now circling the other way. As she became more coherent he moved on to elaborate.

”I take no nutrients from it so I refrain from such … indulgences.” That vine rubbing against her backside moved away as a hand reached back gripping an ass cheek. “But many others make such an act a point, I have seen such acts when Thudd was here..”

His hand pulled away, fingers in his mouth he sucked on them before that hand returned. A finger circled around her anus in the same direction that his other finger was swirling against her clit. That enzyme acting to dull pain and serving as a lubricant as well.

Once he had finished his finger began pressing inside her. Nice and slow until it had been fully inside her. It moved back there slowly coating the inside with that enzyme just as he had with that exterior. At least next time around she would be broken in back there and the rougher entities wouldn't cause as much pain. The principle had been the same as doing the splits, the first time was the worst but once those muscles got used in such a way it was an easy matter to do.

That vine returned pressing against her rear and halting there for a long moment. Then as his root pressed back into her slowly he pressed her back impaling her on the vine equally as slow. Between the vine and that root he bounce her between the two.

Watching her features he slowly picked up speed always pulling back whenever he saw the inklings of discomfort. There shouldn't be any but this was the first time he had done anything like this before. The hand that had briefly been on her backside reached up to engulf a breast squeezing it while his index finger swirled against the peak of that nipple while his tongue went to work against the other peak.

He had to blast her with that enzyme a few more times to prevent her from drying up completely. Feasting on every last drop of that nectar that she produced until either she produced no more or he had gorged himself completely. Only then would he slow down gradually, then stop.

He did not ejaculate like most beings feeding was a bit different for him since this act did not entail reproduction of any sort. But he did blast her with more of that enzyme siphoning it up afterward in order to get every last drop he could from her before slipping free from both her holes.

Despite the ever growing anticipation, regarding such an intrusion, Olivia would find herself giving a short, startled gasp as his finger began to circle around her back entrance. The slow rubbing up and down her cheeks, as well as the brief groping from one of his hands would have made her acutely aware of the vulnerability she had back there, unable to do anything, but a part of her had held out in hope that such an intrusion wasn't in this creature's plans. All in all, the introduction of his wet finger, acutely managing to remind her of the subtle stimulation circling her clit, would seem to snap her out of the current lusts, that she'd end up settling back into with he'd gently massaged her behind.

"Wait, that... I..."

She was lost for words, but she did want it to stop. 'Not back there' was the intent, but how to phrase it exactly?

"Please... I've never-HAAAA! Nnnnggghhh..."

The moment he slid that finger in, her body reacted with a sudden jolt. She'd quiver and shake, but most notably would be the extra little spurts of her lovely juicy below, having felt an almost mini-orgasmic experience from him having just inserted a single digit.

"Huuuurrrr... Oh... Oh... Oh... fuck. God, that... haaauuu..."

She'd known, from her extensive knowledge of the human body, male and female, that there were many the same type of pleasure centres and nerves in the anus as one found in the vaginal passage, the only really difference being their primary functionality and that the former possesses much thinner walls than the later making it more susceptible to pain if not treated softly enough. What she'd not known was how... good it felt. Only a finger, she'd quiver as she felt it stirring around inside her.

Remaining at least partially coherent when it was just a finger inside of her ass, though most of her contributions would be gasps and whispered profanities, her head bowed, the introduction of a hot, thick vine up her ass would be the point where she really lost it. Apparently regaining her composure as the finger was withdrawn, she'd lift her head slightly, seeming confused. However, as the tip of that vein pressed against her back entrance, her blind eyes would widen.

"No... Oh, please... If it goes in now... I can't- ... ... ..."

As the head of that thing began to split her flesh and press itself in, her words would be interrupted by silence as her face contorted into that of someone screaming greatly aloud with pleasure, but with no sound coming out. Instead, as more and more of that long length slid up, into her body, she'd find herself pulling on the restraints above her head, lifting her upwards slightly as her whole body tensed up. This time, the act of penetration alone bringing her to a full blown climax, her eyes would roll back in her head.

"... ... nkh-FUCK!!!"

The silence finally broken by a short strangled crackle and a virulently shouted cuss, Olivia would have likely given up much more of those nutrients that so pleased her captive. However, it didn't appear as if the creature was going to stop any time soon, and rather quickly she'd find herself overwhelmed by the unstopping nature of this being's assault. No, it wasn't planning on stopping, no matter how many times it made her cum. Instead, she'd be stuck here, unable to escape as this thing made her experience orgasm after orgasm until... until what? Was it ever going to end?

She began to sway slightly in her restraints, losing what little strength she had as she was rhythmically rolled back and forth, feeling one go in as the other came out, the non-stop stimulation of her double penetration. Whilst the initial introduction of that swollen vine in her back entrance had overwhelmed her at first, her body was slowly adjusting to the heavenly bliss being produced and, it could have been her imagination, but the one in the back felt larger, so much sweeter than the one in the front. Somehow, the perversion, the idea of the one stimulating her in the ass being more intense than the 'root' in her sex seemed to excite her more. Though, she'd never before thought herself someone who was aroused by the prospect of anal penetration. Her mind was lost in lust, blank as all it could do was process these sensations.

Throughout, she trembled, body overwhelmed by the new, never before experienced pleasure. Her mouth tongue hung open, as her tongue rolled out, and her head swayed loosely on her shoulders. She'd continue to produce those juices so sort after by her captor, but as time went on, it felt as if she was starting to give out less and less. Finally though, and one says that, despite the fact it wouldn't take too long at all, she would begin to feel something building inside her. It was a welcome, familiar sensation, but something this time was different. She would feel herself rising to orgasm and then, where she was supposed to break, it just kept going. More and more, she could feel this swell, and by the end, though it was still mounting, she just couldn't feel any difference one second to the next and, in her mind, she'd find herself begging for release.

"Oh God..."

She'd find herself uttering quickly and desperately through all the other panting and tortured moaning she'd started to unleash rapidly with increasing volume. Her head would thrash from side to side, as she could feel 'It', a climax so much more powerful than anything before, readying to go off inside her like a nuke. She'd never had one this big before, and whilst a part of her cried out for it to finally blow, a part of her was 'terrified' by the fact that she couldn't tell exactly when this would hit her. How long would it be until... until...

The uncontrollable shaking, the spasming, the convulsions like someone having a genuine, 'give them something to bite on, cradle the head' seizure would start at her feet, rising swiftly upwards to encompass her whole body. A strangled croak would escape her briefly, before all that could be heard was the sound of her teeth rattling together as her head through back. Her body would desperately try to curl up into a fetal position, holding herself tightly until the fit was over, but the restraints would prevent that. Everything in her head would go white, if this was a bomb, there'd be ringing in her ears. Every cell, every nerve in her body seemed to flair up with an immense, overwhelming bliss that almost seemed to push her out of her body. Head and eyes rolled back, eventually a long, thoroughly shaken noise, like someone trying to scream on a rough road in a fast moving car with no suspension, would escape.

"AaAaAaAaAaAaA!!"

It went on longer than any other orgasm she'd had thus far, to the point where, all that immense pleasure aside, she'd almost find herself wishing it simply to end, for the cramping in her abs. Despite the length and intensity though, Birch would discover her producing one final burst of liquid and then... nothing. That was it, the tank was empty, and try as he might, squirting more enzymes in, continuing to move around inside her, there would be no response other than a unconscious flinching of a body that was all but spent, an empty, quivering shell. The root in her sex, the vine in her ass, the stimulation of her clit, nipples and breasts, all those hot, pressurized bursts of enzyme shooting up inside her, hitting her deepest spot, some of it even leaking up out and over into her womb, through her cervix, it had all been too much. Welcome to Shokushu indeed, Olivia was broken.

While this was one matter he could have been dissuaded from it was for her own good. Fingers, then a vine pressed into her rear as he took her gobbling up what he could. In fact he grew full with the juices she provided but he had not stopped drinking to excess. He felt more than full almost as if he were going to vomit if that had been possible but he managed to keep it all together as her body exploded then produced no more.

Slowly he retracted that root and vine from her. Others left her spent body uncoiling from her wrists and taking her into his arms at the same time. Many would have let her fall there and abandon her. Clear headed Birch was more reasonable. When a meal came by gift wrapped for him that was so hard to pass up even when he wasn't ravenous.

He placed her back in that chair taking the mask off of her face. If she had been coherent she would have seen his face as he played with the mask setting the lens back inside the empty eye piece. It took him a moment to figure it out and he had been careful with it. Admiring his handiwork he placed that mask back upon her and the scraps of some of her clothing in her lap.

Removing the obstructions near the chair he wheeled her from that spot figuring out how the chair worked with no problem. He took her some distance near his garden. The river provided him with a means of cleaning her. He sat her at the edge of the river while he used those scraps of her clothing to clean up her chair.

This had been the perfect opportunity for her to bolt. Less vegetation existed over the river and near the river bed offering him less opportunity for him to contain her. Birch did not worry, however, seeing that while she was in the jungle he could catch up to her in short order since he could pass through trees.

Whether she stayed put or he had to go snare her up again made little difference. If she fled then he would put her some place where the jungle could restrain her until he finished what he was doing and got her back in that chair wheeling her to his garden where all manners of exotic plants grew. Others were fairly common, such as the strawberry bushes with huge strawberries growing on them.

Bringing her to an area that he must have dwelled in often she would see the bed of vegetation. It wasn't clear if he was going to keep her or not … was that even possible? “Stay sapling.” He left her there for a short while.

The uneven terrain of the jungle made it easier to catch her if she tried to escape. When he returned it was with a clear plastic bag containing a school uniform he turned over to her so that she could dress in something. “Slarr gets them for me at my request. I often have a few and judging from your size that one will probably fit the best.”

“I will bring you to the edge of the jungle near your campus. Of course you are welcome to stay. There is not much to do here unless you are interested in plants. Naturally you can come by, I'm often in a pleasant frame of mind. Fair warning though if the flowers near here are red stay away.”

He did not expect her to return. In fact few did and since he did not leave the jungle chasing down targets and bringing them here had been rare indeed. If she were ready he would bring her back not that one so vulnerable would fair well. With any luck she would not be subject to a back door intrusion but that was asking quite a lot here given the plethora of creatures he had run across in his days here and some of the methods they imposed.

The wheelchair would be far from a smooth ride as Olivia was gently lowered back down and carted off into the deeper parts of the forest. Bumping and jolting lightly in her chair, the poor dazed girl could do little more than grip tightly to the armrests as her head rolled lightly on her shoulders, her sex so sensitive that the rough bouncing and jumping of her carriage, as it moved over the rough terrain, was enough to cause her broken body to flinch time and time again. Breathing heavily, her body occasionally twitching in the aftermath of her first ever ass and pussy orgasm, having never before experienced the delights of double penetration, Olivia's mind would be lost until...

Something wet and cold spat against her, and she would find herself snapping out of it, the sharp contrast between her hot, flushed skin and the icy cold of a random, errant flick from the river enough of a shock to have her gasp and spring back into life. Her mask had been placed back on her head, but she'd been too incoherent to note any of the changes in the flurry of different images that'd flowed before her eyes, even when the two separate lines of visions had come together to form a more typical whole. Where was she? What was going on? It wouldn't take long for her eyes to fall back upon her captor. Was it cleaning her wheelchair? It better not short out any of the electronics... an odd thought to have in the circumstances.

It was strange, almost surreal to witness such a creature, see it moving. She'd had other things on her mind at the time, but what was she looking at here? Until today she'd thought it impossible for such a thing to exist, but... No, she could think about that later. For now, she had to get away. She had no idea what this thing's intent was now and...

Try as she might, her legs would barely shift as she commanded them to move. Safe to say, the experience she'd just been through had left her feeling weak at the knees but, even so, she hadn't expected her body's strength to be this depleted. Eventually though, she'd begin to see some life returning to her extremities and, managing to slide open her legs a little, she'd shudder slightly as the cool breeze swept across her nethers. A little gasp, and a small, follow up whimper and Olivia would try to contain her more lustful emanations. She'd glance her captors way, and he would seemingly be distracted still, tending to her wheelchair's restoration. Okay then...

Slowly, but surely, she'd be able to get her body moving, and with an initial terrible, stumbling fall, she'd manage to launch herself from where she was sat. Her destination would be the opposite of whatever direction this creature was, but whether she'd gotten this things attention through her rather clumsy, enfeebled movements, or whether this thing had had its eye on her the whole time, she wouldn't get far. Just managing to get her footing, rising into an almost upright, standing position as she half ran, half crawled, she'd feel a thick, strong vine wrap around her waist. Others quickly grabbing her ankles, she'd soon find herself scooped up and pinned to a nearby tree, back to the bark, ankles straddling either side of the trunk. As bindings wrapped around her wrists, pinning them above her head, she found her mouth hanging agape, her tongue rolling out slightly as her back arched briefly, seemingly offering up her breasts for punishment. Was this thing planning to use her again, like before? More importantly, with the way her body was now reacting to her sudden restraint, did she want it to do such a thing? No. Impossible. Why would she ever crave such a thing? She managed to get herself back in control, struggling briefly in her bonds before forcing herself to relax, waiting for whatever came next.

Eventually she would be moved again, plucked from her restraints and placed back in her chair. The thought occurred to her, to try and escape again, but with the great looming presence of this beast looming over her, she decided it was best to stay and see where this thing was taking her. The ride would be rough again, but this time she'd be more cognisant, capable of bracing herself against the bounces and jolts, briefly feeling the need to support her naked breasts at one particularly rocky part, an arm folding across her chest.

Where she found herself, at the end was... well... beautiful. Despite her circumstances, she couldn't help but marvel at all the exotic plants and vegetation. It was like she'd stepped into some exquisite reservoir, a finely kept greenhouse of foreign, alien flora, but without the glass roof and ceilings. She'd barely even notice his words, or his sudden disappearance from her side, considerations as to her current fate, whether or not this was to be her 'prison', not even getting a glancing hit across her thoughts. Instead, she'd only be distracted finally when a plastic bag of clothing was presented to her, at which point she seemed to finally remember that she was in a state of undress, not to mention at the mercy of a being that apparently had no qualms when it came to the 'useage' of her body.

"Hmm... Oh, of course..."

The whole situation had her somewhat off balance. She still had many questions, such as 'What was this thing?' and 'Why did it do those things to me', but as she reached into the bag, pulling out first and foremost a shirt to put on... she marked the absence of any underwear... the first coherent thing she actually found herself saying was;

"Thank you."

Processing the creature's words through her head, the first thing that popped to mind was 'well actually, I do have some passing interest in botany', the Garden here actually being quite a fascination to her. However, the second thing that would quickly occur to her was 'would it attack her again?' It'd said it was normally in a pleasant frame of mind, but what did it mean by that, would it usually take to assaulting guests in that manner?

"Oh... well, I suppose that depends... I couldn't help but notice..."

Olivia possessing the truly British talent for understatement.

"...erm... that you... well, that you kind of..."

The exact words failed her.

"... did things... to me... just now. Is that normal, for you? It seems kind of... I mean, I'm not sure why you'd even..."

And since it occurred to her, and her thoughts didn't seem to be entirely in one place...

"... Also, who's Slarr? And what are you?"

She had not tried to flee the second time around learning from her first attempt. Not that it would be difficult to find her again if that were the case, The first time around she displayed a yearning for attention, she was incoherent at the time responding automatically almost as if she had been dosed with aphrodisiac, which he had once combined with his enzymes in a means of generating that arousal, those juices, he had been after.

Not a scientist by trade he had only managed to infuse himself with a drug that worked only for so long or until he had used it once. The drug didn't affect plants and the ordeal had mixed results so he had not bothered with using it again. Getting the drugs had been tough even for Slarr and it cost too much in exchange.

The clothes lacked any under garments and he waited while she dressed. “You're welcome.” He responded then waited for her staggered sentences before answering her.

“Regretfully. I can force myself in going without the nectar that your body produces only for so long but the longer I fight against it the more bestial I become. Hence the flowers, an early warning system. I have managed to create ones that respond to my mood, at least one aspect of it.

“I can go about a week without feeding but top up often before then as I like to keep a bit coherent. When I give in to my hunger it can be bad, worse in that students don't often come out as far as I often reside so I have to linger closer to the trails or, such as the case just now, hear something amiss that draws me to the source.”

He explained a rough brake down of the situation. “This place is free from others entities except Slarr who comes by on occasion but when he does he has to follow my rules.” As for telling her about Slarr he was silent for a moment as he considered him first.

“Slarr is a devil,” he held out a palm shaking it along with his head. “No not THE devil but a devil. His species is called that by your own, in truth he is a Belzar with rather unusual tastes … he ignores anyone that does not deny him his strawberry treats or samples the strawberries on the island. He believes that they are all his. Well, save for the ones I grow for him that are used as a bit of currency since I need him to do things for me. I don't actually leave the jungle and there are numerous things I need him to get for me that wouldn't be here, case in point those clothes.

“He has a fondness for saplings with particular leaf color such as yours.” He took a look of her hair in his hand ass if to show it to her. “And the color of your friend's. Any other color he ignores them. In the past he use to scar others or flush them out of hiding for Thudd but the giant has been gone for a long time now.”

He tossed out terms like devil and giant as if they were every day things. His knowledge had been good, he had been taught of things outside of the jungle but in many ways had been naive to many situations outside of it or Shokushu itself for that matter.

Frankly, something about this creature's politeness, given what had just happened prior, kind of caught her off guard, but in fairness, she thought, she started it. Carefully rising now, her legs kind of shaky, she'd manage to slip on the skirt, finding the uniform so dreadfully short and, even if she had had underwear, so frightfully immodest for someone of Olivia's conservative tastes. Of course, being on Shokushu now, she'd doubtlessly find herself needing to get used to it. Likewise, just as she'd found with the article she was now fastening around her waist, Olivia found her new shirt, as she carefully buttoned it up, just as much a problem, if not more so, then the skirt. The material was white and thin and, with no bra, her exposed teats, not to mention her breasts in general, were woefully exposed. Thankfully, there would be a sort of jacket, overcoat type 'accessory' that came with, however due to either its size, in relation to Olivia, its design or its function, she found no way to fasten the thing up and instead found herself having to clutch the thing tightly close in order to properly cover up.

Hearing this creature's answers to her questions, she found herself feeling the need to ask many more whilst, at the same time, jumping to almost, just as many, assumptions. So there were more creatures on the island, like him? The thing took a careful, gentle scoop of her hair and she almost found herself leaning into this thing's hand, to let it brush against her cheek, something in her body... craving. The distraction only briefly disrupted her thoughts.

What was it... were they? Some sort of large prime ape? The thought that there could be other, unworldly creatures, unlike this one, would not cross her mind, despite Birch’s words. No, it obviously had some sort of symbiotic relation with the environment, possessing a seemingly unnatural ability to control the plant life... plus it could talk. So what was it? Was it native to this island, and this island alone? It’d spoken as if it’d been in contact with other people, certainly other Students, before, so how had see never heard of this species before?

“I see... well then, perhaps we could come to some sort of arrangement. It wouldn’t be too difficult for me to harvest what you need beforehand, and bring it to you here, and I might in turn be interested in some of the plant life here in your garden, for example the...”

She began listing off the scientific names for a number of different plants and flora, those that she could identify here. Her speech was running in almost automatic, mind still turning things over, though a part of her did consider the idea that keeping this thing fed would possibly, from what she’d heard so far, be in the interest of others on this island. Certainly, the idea of sparing others from her fate seemed like a good idea. Of course, she also found herself considering the benefits of having access to such a Garden for her research. Her disabilities lately having turned her specialty in the direction of the mechanical, she could certainly get her studies back into the more chemical.

Mind beginning to come more sharply into focus, the thoughts of chemical analysis meeting her considerations for the other students of the island, something would finally click as she continued to marvel the creature before her in disbelief. An ability to manipulate plant life was scientifically absurd, and it seemed highly implausible that such a life form could exist. She wasn’t even thinking about, or even aware of, the greatly varied and wildly different pantheon of Monsters on this island, considering the other entities this one in front of her mentioned to be like it... him. The amount of time this island has been inhabited, there would have been some mention of such an exotic animal. This couldn’t be real. What then, was she dreaming? Seeing things? Oh... Her mind went back to an exchange that’d taken place when Olivia had first met Etolie. ‘All sorts of strange plants and chemicals’, it all made sense now. She was hallucinating, experiencing some sort of ‘trip’. Well then...

“But anyway...”

Her demeanour slightly calmer and more relaxed now that she ‘knew’ none of this was real, that realisation gently dawning upon her. Rather than worrying now, she found herself calmly, vaguely wondering what substance exactly would have caused her to experience such powerful visual, auditory and tactile hallucinations. A number of possible suspects came to mind. The orgasm, she had to admit, had been amazing, and she couldn’t help but ask herself if she thought such an experience, double penetration, would be that intense in real life?

“... perhaps we can discuss that another time. I should really be getting back to the school grounds now. I’m sure everyone will be wondering where I’ve gone.”

She’d consider the exact extent to which her current drug induced hallucination was affecting her perception of reality, and she considered perhaps staying until the episode was over. However, she really did need to be getting back, least of all because she had no idea if this chemical in her system had any negative effects. Seeing a Doctor quickly would be good, but who knew what here was real? Was she wearing real clothes, for example? She’d hate the idea of her coming bursting back onto campus grounds, wrapped up in leaves and plastic bags, shouting about bizarre, strange, rapey plant people in the jungle, but on that front, at least, she knew she could contain herself, caught on to the fact that she was seeing things now. Still, she just had to hope her perceived coverings were real enough and, in any case, she could immediately insist on privacy and a change of clothes the instant she got back, hopefully dealing with the matter whatever she was actually wearing. It’d be embarrassing, but...

In all honesty, she had no idea when this ‘trip’ had started. Had Etolie actually attacked her, the way she thought, or was she hallucinating from the moment she woke up? Either way, the girl had a lot to answer for, drugging her and, as she thought about it, she could always review the recording on her mask later for reference. Which, of course, brought her to her next point. Whilst she’d thought about the recording functions of her seeing device, when she’d been convinced this thing was real, capturing rare footage of a previously before, never seen creature, it would now make sense to her that, if Etolie had... ‘assaulted’ Olivia in the way she’d perceived, she would now, definitely have proof. Of course, it’d certainly be embarrassing, shameful even, to show that footage to anyone, especially with the way she’d begged, but... Then, if none of this was real, why had Etolie fled? ... Well, at the very least, she knew that Etolie possessed no ability to blackmail her, unless it was in regards to her mask’s camera function, but even then... Whatever the case, Olivia would just have to make heads or tails of it all when she got back, and hopefully she wouldn’t be too immodest and undignified upon her return...

Birch had noted her reaction as he held a lock of the sapling's leaves. Almost moving in toward his touch. He had seen similar reactions in the past but not often as if some sort of psychiatric bound had been forged. He could not say for certain as the scientists that had been responsible for his education did not get too in depth with such things.

He noted that reaction and had been pleased when she began reciting plants. So few had such knowledge and only one other had displayed a great knowledge of his garden, now even those unique plants he had created. Such knowledge had been good. He had been unprepared when she wished to make some sort of exchange. At first he had thought that she meant keeping him fed then realized that she meant those little exchanges he had with Slarr.

There were things that the Belzar could get that no student could but there were also things that she was capable of obtaining such as the extra clothing he kept on hand and more recently snacks to go along with the nuts and berries he collected, none of which had been for himself.

“That can be arranged. Slarr would be a danger until I have had a chance to speak with him to ensure safe passage to and from here. However,” he pointed to her legs or was he pointing at the chair she sat upon. “It will be difficult most to travel some of the way. There is a trail close enough to this spot, however. I am uncertain as to how far you can walk. I see that you can stand.” He pointed this out.

While she had many questions and doubted engaging in conversation with a talking plant (who wouldn't) he had no such reservations. Few game around outside of Slarr and he could be irritating most of the time. But he picked up on her desire to depart.

This moment was often the same, the uncertainty in knowing who was lying and who actually intended on coming back. After a second he shook his head slightly. “It is too dangerous to go on your own. Slarr could be out there or worse. I will bring you back, at least most of the way.”

And he did showing her that trail where the wheelchair ride wasn't as bumpy for her. Numerous white flowers had been present, flowers that Birch pointed out that she should watch out for. These were the red flowers he had warned about earlier, save for the fact that they were not red at the moment.

He did all this in case she did come back. Of course she could be taking notes as to where to avoid too but that did not matter since he was use to the students staying away. One did return often enough sharing his love of botany. If she did come back this way all the better and if she stayed away that wouldn't change much. She could warn people to stay away but no doubt someone would want to check out things for themselves, they always did, and even if they had a negative encounter gossip about the spot would attract others in time.

Bringing her to the edge of the jungle she could see the campus. Here he waited until she was close enough to the other students. Indeed she was wearing clothes. Whether or not it was a bad trip was something to be determined later with that recording, through Etolie or even revisiting the scene of the crime for evidence since Etolie left in a hurry.

When she looked back he was gone or maybe he was still there so difficult to see among the other plants while remaining still at this distance.