2 comments/ 23410 views/ 27 favorites Abloom Orchid Cult By: goldratte After a long, hard day of work in the law firm where he was made partner past autumn, Thomas enjoyed the prospect of having a cool beer on his apartment's balcony soon. Whistling, he walked from the low rise office park, crossing the parking lot towards his car. It was a hot day, air wavering above the black asphalt, yellow weeds sprouting from cracks and potholes in the ground. An old fence, the paint peeling off and covered in rust, separated the lot from the adjacent commerce buildings. Spotting his car broadened the grin on his face. He just had purchased the red Audi convertible the previous year, after making partner with his firm. "What a great day!" he thought, humming as he walked. The car complimented him perfectly: tall and handsome, gray hair, white at the hairline. His chin and jaw line pronounced, he was considered quite the catch among the single girls in his apartment building. He tossed his document case and laptop on the Audi's backseat, jumped into the driver's seat without opening the door, slumped back, arm stretched out behind the passenger seat's headrest, resting for a moment. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the hot afternoon sun on his face, taking a deep breath. A few spots over two women in a black SUV observed him as he walked from the office building over the parking lot. On the SUV's driver seat sat a busty blonde with large, dark sunglasses. Her facial features were well defined and beautiful, her cheek bones naturally high, her lips soft, and her skin smooth like silk. She wore make-up, pink shades above her eyes, red lipstick. She turned her head to face the woman next to her and said, with a voice used to exert authority, "This is him. Let's get a sample and verify the quality". The black haired woman nodded briefly and opened the door. As she stepped onto the hot asphalt, her long, black hair fell loosely down her slim neck and distinctively pointed out her female elegance, and together with her deep, green eyes giving her a mythical, almost magical beauty. The blonde had walked around the car and together they started walking over to Thomas' red Audi parked a few spots over. He opened his eyes as a shadow fell over his face. "Can we get a ride?" the blonde hottie asked, bending over to show her impressive cleavage. The black haired beauty next to her smiled and nodded "We'd love to go for a quick... ride", a teasing expression in her eyes, voice luscious. She breathed the words more than she spoke them. Thomas could not find words for an answer. He risked a glance at each girl, careful for his gaze not to remain on the blonde's cleavage for too long. He did not want to appear too desperate. The women were dressed in expensive clothes, most certainly no hookers. Although not versed in fashion he could tell the difference between an outfit bought at the Walmart around the corner or in a designer boutique in downtown New York. His mind was racing, his mouth dry- was this a joke? The blonde was just hot- everything about her screamed Sex! How she stood in next to the car, bent over inside, almost like to challenge him, her purse hanging cool down her shoulder, bouncing against the car door, her hair bound back into a pony tail, giving her a strict look that he liked so much. Although leaving much to imagination, her light blue blouse fit snug around her breasts, almost too snug. Her full breasts pressing and squeezing against the garment, almost as attempting to rip open the delicate fabric and then jump out in front of him, presenting themselves. Her flat belly below was emphasized by the blouse, fitting tightly into the pair of jeans below that clearly outlined her swung hips and triangle pointing down towards the gap between her thighs. The black haired girl was less of an obvious sex bomb but more like a delicate flower, an exotic beauty queen, a sex goddess. There was definitely some foreign influence in her facial features. Thomas couldn't say which. Less aggressive, more delicate facial features, her clothes not as tight, she was beautiful in a natural way and she knew it. Her long hair fell down in loose waves, a dark screen against her neck and shoulders, head slightly tilted to the side, still the teasing smile, big, green eyes the color of a tropical lagoon, she was dressed in a creamy white skirt and green spaghetti top complementing her eyes, an unbuttoned yellow cardigan loosely covering her shoulders. He decided to risk becoming the victim of a weird office hoax. The potential reward was simply too great. Without saying word, of which his dry mouth and trembling lips would not have been capable anyway, he leaned over and opened the passenger door. The blonde giggled happily and swung her incredible behind skillfully onto the passenger seat. Behind him the black haired girl took a seat. Thomas could smell their perfumes. Their female odor and close presence let his imagination run wild with pictures of what might come, made his knees go soft. He cleared his throat and attempted a deep, masculine voice "Ladies, where do you want to go?" he squeaked. Both girls giggled, the black haired girl breathed in his ear "No need to be nervous. We don't bite, normally". Embarrassed he cleared his throat again, said "Thanks. Where do you want to go?" The blonde bit her lip softly, gave him a deep look that sent his pulse through the roof, said "How about your place?" He nodded, started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, into Boston's rush hour traffic. "Maximum red, of course" he thought and cursed inwardly. The car had stopped at the fifth red light in a row. Thomas was nervous, afraid the girls would change their minds, get out of the car. Little did he know of their true intentions, the dark sect that had them under control, sent them to find him. The blonde next to him opened her purse, took out some sort of lipstick and ran it over her red, full lips, upper first, then lower, finally pressing them together, smacking content at a glance in the mirror. The lipstick had made her lips shiny and glossy. Inevitably, Thomas had to imagine what they could do to his dick, how they would part slightly to allow his thick head into her mouth, lips sticky with lip gloss sliding around the tip of his dick, kissing and sucking. He shuddered. The girl in the back leaned forward against the back of his seat, her arm extending towards the radio, brushing against his side, making him shiver, tremble almost visibly. He was praying that they would not see the bulging lump between his legs. She turned up the volume slightly, whispering into his ear "Do you have some Rock'n'Roll music? I would do anything! for some Rock right now." Her hand touched his thigh, sliding back to remain on his hip, making it unmistakably clear that that's exactly where she wanted it to be. The car behind him beeped and he jerked up. The light ahead must have been green for a few seconds already. He cursed, hit the accelerator, too hard. The beauty behind him was thrown back in her seat, her hand pulled away from his hip. She shrieked in delight, the busty blonde next to him grinning, giving him a cocky look from the side. "Samantha, you better hold on to something hard, we don't want you falling out the car, right?" The black haired girl leaned forward, chest pressed against his seat, her lips brushing against his ear lobe, breathing softly "Can I hold on to you?" He nodded, eagerly. Her arms circled his seat and came to rest just below his belly button, dangerously close the lump in his jeans. Her thumbs caressed his abdomen. His belly muscles spasmed and he felt his dick moist against his pants. He almost lost it, innerly cursing the long way home. Thankfully traffic on the Pike wasn't too bad, unusually for a Tuesday afternoon, maybe a sign, a helping hand? Who knew. The blonde with the glossy lips turned her head , gave her friend a smile, raised an eyebrow mockingly and said to Thomas "I'm Susan, by the way." "And I'm Samantha", the girl in the back exhaled, her breath filling his nostrils, the female smell and hope for sex blurring his mind. A thought of deceit and prostitutes crossed his mind but he brushed it aside quickly- too expensively dressed, and no prostitute could pull off an act that long. And he was too aroused to stop anyway. Also, he thought, if that was a hoax then someone had to have paid them, and if they were professionals they would not be cheap. And no one in the office would spend that sum on a stupid hoax. He replied "Nice to meet you! I'm Thomas" Nice to meet you- what a moron! He scolded himself. What a ridiculous thing to say in this situation. "I'm Thomas." he heard himself repeat, wanted to smack himself with a fist on the head. "Thomas... I like it- like a Tomcat, a male cat, a male lion, leader of his pack of lionesses- rawrr" Susan formed her hand into a mock paw, scratching his side. Samantha giggled in the back and softly spoke into his ear "The lion can f**k any of his girls whenever and wherever he wants... Isn't that envious?" She was so close that his ear was moist from her breath. Hot and cold waves run up and down his body, he trembled, his dick pressing so hard against his crotch that it hurt. He stepped on the accelerator. The girls giggled, exchanging telling looks. Finally he pulled into the roofed garage of his apartment complex, found his spot, parked the car. A lousy job! Too close to another car on the passenger side. He looked at Susan, concerned that his failed parking attempt shied them away. She did not mind squeezing out of her side, apparently. "Finally!" Samantha said and opened the door in the back, getting out. Susan raised an eyebrow, returning his looks, asking "are we going?". He almost jumped to open his door. Samantha stood so close, he had trouble getting out. He had to brush against her, again taking in her sweet smell, feeling her silken skin as he brushed against her arm. She took his right hand, gently pulling, whispering "let's go! Come on!" Susan meanwhile squeezed out through the passenger door, coming around, taking his left, smiled "Yeah, let's go!" She said determined with a nod in direction of the entrance door. The trio crossed the garage floor, Thomas in the middle, soft knees, like in a dream. He wanted to pull the keys out of his pocket, realized he was holding a girl's hand in each of his. He slightly twisted and pulled his right hand to for Samantha to let go, but she only smiled at him and reached into his pocket, searching for the key. She was bumping into rock hard flesh, looked up at him, gave Susan a wink, smiled and stroked his shaft with the back of her hand. Both girls smiled at him, Samantha still fishing for the key, bumping into his shaft again, harder. Did she do it on purpose? She must feel it, Thomas thought, his entire body trembling. Finally she found the key, opened the door and they walked through into an empty, gloomy corridor. Thomas nodded to the right, towards the elevators, said "This way" and they started walking down the corridor, towards the elevator doors. The lights had come on automatically and Susan found the call button. They stood, waiting. He looked at the elevator doors as if he expected something important to happen that required his full attention, unsure whether to start a conversation or not. Gratefully, the elevator doors opened, relieved him from awkward silence. They got in, shuffled to face the door, the girls not letting go of his hands, making Thomas feel slightly awkward, almost as if it they were afraid that he would shake himself free and run. "Which floor?" Samantha asked? "7" he replied, watched as she depressed the button, admired her graceful, fluid movements, took in her well defined muscles that added to her incredibly sexy, female outline, her smooth skin, her smell. The elevator stopped at floor 7, the doors opened, and following his nod they stopped in front of his apartment door. Samantha opened the lock and together they entered. Thomas' apartment was a modern condo, the entrance door opening into a wide living room with a huge window front overlooking Boston downtown. An open kitchen to the right, a closed door leading to the bedroom to the left. Contemporary, marble floors worked well with high ceilings, a dark rug underneath a white leather group in front of a fireplace. An oversize flat screen TV above it. Neat, tidy. No clutter, no unnecessary plunder, no decorations. Minimalistic. The girls looked around. Smiling, nodding approvingly. Susan let go of his hand, took a step to stand in front of him, turned to face him, a canny smile on her lips, head slightly bent downwards, eyes looking up, directly into his. He heard the door fall shut behind him, the lock snapping shut, Samantha brushed up against him, kissing his neck, reaching forward to take both his hands, pulling them towards her until his fingers touched behind his back. "Just in case you decide to play the gentleman and pretend to struggle against her", she hushed into his ear "We can't wait any longer!" He did not really understand what she meant, he did not even wonder, nor care. He only had eyes for Susan who slowly went down on her knees before him, until she reached out towards his crotch, her hand finding the lump in his pants, depressing it, caressing it, and then she slowly unzipped his pants. The expression on her face curious, questing, almost greedy for his flesh. He could only gasp as her hand intruded through his underwear, finally found his pulsating shaft, reached around it, her nails sliding along his hard, throbbing cock. She grabbed him firmly, pulled out, admiring his enormity. She slid her loosely closed hand up and down a few times, admired how hard it was. Then she peeled back his skin, exposed his head. Thomas drew in air, his stomach muscles contracting, panting. Samantha pushed against him firmly, her head coming alongside his, trying to catch a glimpse of his pipe. "Wow, so big!" She whispered into his ear "I bet it's as hard as Rock". She bit into his earlobe, sucking at it, breathing against him. Susan meanwhile had come closer. She opened her mouth to caress his exposed head with tongue and lips. In circular motions she licked around his purple tip, then kissed it. Slimy strings stretched between his moist tip and her glossy lips. Finally, she took it in, first only the tip, then the whole shaft. He could not believe that she actually got it all in! She didn't even struggle or gag. Samantha let go of his hands, reached around, cupped his balls, massaging them gently, then came forward, went down next to Susan, her cheek brushing against Susan's, waiting her turn. Susan pressed her forehead against Thomas' belly, the entire length of his dick in her throat. She still did not gag. Then, she closed her lips firmly around him, pulled her head pack and with a loud "plop" his cock came out of her mouth. She gasped for air as Samantha shifted and took it in immediately, almost greedy for his flesh. She was at least as skilled as the blonde. Her head slid back and forth along his shaft, her mouth wide open, looking up into his face, kissing, sucking, moaning. Susan came on from his right, kneeled down, one hand on the floor, and with trained tongue brought his right testicle into her mouth, sucking, caressing, licking with her tongue while unbuttoning her blouse. Thomas was moaning, arching his back in pleasure and ecstasy. He wanted to lean back against the door but he was afraid to pull out of the girls hungry, sucking mouths. Samantha grabbed his butt cheeks from both sides, squeezing hard, saliva running down her chin and dropping on the floor while her head was bobbing back and forth rhythmically, along the entire length of his penis. Susan, his testicle still in her mouth, caressing with lips and tongue, had taken her blouse off, her full breasts barely held in check by a black push-up bra she wore. Samantha pulled her head back until his thick, wet dick slid out in between her lips, swaying up and down in front of her. A final kiss to his tip and Susan took over, greedy, like a calf latching on to her mothers udder, she latched on to his cock, glossy lips feeling sticky on his most sensitive parts. Samantha came up behind her, reached around her waist and opened the hooks that held Susan's black bra together against huge tits. Finally, she wrestled it open and enormous breasts gushed out like water through a flood gate, nipples pointing slightly upwards. Perfect breasts. Samantha cupped them with her hands, massaging, lifting them, then taking Susan's nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, pulling them until Susan moaned. The blonde let go of his dick, exclaimed in mock outrage "Hey, careful!" While she was still hungrily ate his dick, Samantha twisted around her, shifted in a good position to caress her tits with her mouth. She took the right one in between her lips, sucking gently while she curled the other between her fingers, moaning softly. The smacking sounds of his cock gliding in and out of the blonde's mouth and the kissing sounds that Samantha made while working on erect nipples drove Thomas deeper into ecstasy. His legs were twitching and his back arched so hard that it hurt. Both girls stopped before he reached a point of no return, stood, turning to each other, their sides facing towards him, allowing him to take in the full beauty of their amazing bodies. Susan smiled at him, the same mischievous smile as before, laughed mockingly and uttered "I think we should give him a break. "I'm not quite done yet." She bent forward and kissed Samantha, lips closing upon each other, tongues caressing, hands sliding up and down, finding exposed flesh and nipples, tucking, pulling, caressing. Susan went down on one knee, opened Samantha's skirt, pulled it down. Thomas could see that she wore no underwear beneath. Her pussy was clean shaved except for a neat landing strip above her slit. She put Samantha's knee on top of her shoulder, allowing for better access to her silky pussy. First a soft kiss, a lick of the tongue, then a firmer kiss, hands holding on tight, digging into Samantha's buttocks. Susan's head pushed into between her legs, forcing them apart, opening her up wide. Samantha's head flung back, her hair flying, uttering a moan towards the ceiling, grabbing Susan's head, pulling it in harder towards her. Thomas could see the blonde's tongue flicking over exposed flesh, wetting, parting, probing in between spread lips. In between gasps Samantha turned towards Thomas, moaning "Help her!" Unsure what to do he stepped forward. He decided to kiss her, grabbed her neck, pulled her head towards his, kissed her passionate, his other hand sliding up against her belly, underneath her top, feeling, searching, finding her breast, no bra! He caressed her hard nipples, twisted and squeezed them. She pulled against his grip, back from his kiss, gasped for air, moaned loudly, shuddered. He could hear Susan's smacking kisses, saw her mouth open and close for each intense kiss, tongue thrusting deep. Samantha pushed Susan's head away, taking her leg down. Susan's mouth immediately found Thomas' dick, opening to take it in again, her lips wet and shiny. Her head jerking back and forth and Thomas placed one hand on her head to help her find the rhythm that he liked, the other hand firmly gripped her pony tail for additional control. He looked down, fascinated about how her lips slid along his member, her breasts swaying with every thrust. Abloom Orchid Cult He noticed that Samantha had moved over to the sitting area, standing, her butt exposed, facing him. He admired her beautiful vagina, the fleshy, swung lips that invited him in. He pulled Susan up, walked over to Samantha, still holding Susan's arm and examined Samantha's holes up close. He could smell her, irresistible. He kneeled down, both knees on the floor, leaning forward to taste Samantha's holy place, his dick erect, jutting up almost vertical. Susan kneeled down beside him, her mouth sliding over his penis again, up and down, up and down his shaft, making sucking noises that turned him on into unknown heights. He pulled Samantha's lips apart, tested her slit, then thrust his tongue into her. She tasted so good! His tongue circled around her opening, then up and around her ass, back down. He pushed his tongue in between her lips, tasted her sweet juices while Susan's head was working his rock hard, throbbing cock. He got up and Susan reached for Samanths's pussy, spread her lips apart to make it easier for him to enter. He stepped in close and she helped him align his tip with her wet hole, almost urged him in. He thrust his hips forward hard, felt the warmth inside her, enjoyed how soft she was. She moaned loudly and again as he pulled back out, almost all the way and back in again, all the way, harder. Susan meanwhile had come up behind him, spreading his legs, pushing herself up to get better access to his shaft, licked him as he slid in and out, then Samantha's pussy, sucking in her lips, pulling her head back, stretching and releasing them. "When you're ready, come in my mouth." Susan said. Thomas had bent forward to caress Samantha's breasts, twisting, squeezing and pulling her nipples. He was sure she enjoyed the pain as her moaning got louder, more ecstatic, faster "I'm coming! Don't stop!" she yelled, her body convulsing, her back shuddering, pressing against him. Her hips shook and twitched during her climax, tipped himself over and out of control. He felt the first wave of a massive orgasms run through his body, looked down, saw Susan kneeling below him, mouth wide open, ready to receive him. He pulled his cock out of Samantha, she collapsed against the couch, and just in time got it into Susan's waiting mouth, ejaculated almost before she closed her lips around him. He leaned forward as wave after wave of orgasm ran through his body, each pumping more foamy cream into her mouth. She had latched on firmly, determined not let a single drop go to waste. After he was empty, he sunk onto the couch next to Samantha, a smile on his face, totally relaxed, exhaling. He saw Susan, mouth full, disappear to the bathroom, her purse under her arm. He was lying on the couch, his life's best fuck playing in his head again and again. He felt Samantha's body next to his, relaxed and soft. "Yes, it's him!" He heard Susan's voice from the bathroom, wondering. Samantha stirred, he felt muscles below her soft skin tighten. He felt a prick in his biceps and as he looked up he saw that she was holding a syringe. He wanted to get to his feet, fell to his knees, then passed out. -***- Slowly consciousness crept back into his mind, memory scraps flying, pounding headache. The girls, the sex, no dream, he still felt his dick throbbing. The shot! He tried to jump up, realized he was restrained to something. He opened his eyes, headache! looked around, realized he was strapped to a metal table made from steel pipes. He was in a tiled room, tiled walls. White halogen lamps overhead shone their cold light onto his bare body. He tried to struggle, lifted his head and with shock saw that tubes were stuck into his testicles, coming from two IV stands around him. He panicked, tried to struggle, to free himself. To no avail. The straps holding him against the table were leather, impossible to break for him. They were wrapped around his wrists, arms, torso, knees and feet. He was barely able to lift his head to examine what was happening between his legs. He realized that he was totally naked, saw that his privates had grown considerably. They were enormous, the size of apples, with several tubes emerging from them. His cock was two inches thick, blue veins running across, the shaft a foot long. A metal ring pressed a steel ball against into his base, damming up blood, keeping him under pressure, erect, hard as stone. He panicked again, desperate, close to tears. Scared he yelled, his voice breaking "hello! Please?" He could not hold back tears any longer. The sound of his voice scared him, who might have heard it? He decided to better not call again, not to bring attention to him, that he was awake. He sensed the futility of the idea, that anyone who had brought him here would show up no matter what he did but his instincts told him to hide and play dead. He heard voices outside, getting louder, steps "...latest tests indicate a daily production rate of up to two liters, that's enough to feed at least a dozen embryos. We are prepared for fertilization, the Orchid is ready. I just want to perform a last check up on the donor, feed him the plant sex proteins and then we can start the next batch." "Yes, ma'am". The door swung open, Thomas laid his head back, pretended to be unconscious. He recognized the first voice as Susan's but could not understand what she was talking about. Obviously they had done something to him, prepared him for something, but the rest... He didn't want any of this, his consciousness struggling against accepting that this was not a dream. Desperately he pleaded "Susan, please! Help me!" He sobbed. "where am I. Please, I want to go home!". Through a curtain of tears he saw the blonde with another woman, both dressed in dark, skin tight uniform, outlining their bodies, leaving little to imagination. Susan turned towards him, a hard expression on her face. "Give him the final shot, feed him the protein, directly from the udder, and make sure he swallows everything. Let me know when you're ready." Her voice carried authority. She turned on her heel, walked out the door. "Yes, ma'am!" The second woman turned towards him, a cold smile on her face. She was smaller than Susan, brown hair tied into a strict ponytail, glasses. Her face framed by one strain of hair on each side bringing her head close to his face. His gaze ran down her body, saw how the latex uniform fit against her chest. He could see the exact outline of her breasts, her nipples pushing outwards. Further down he saw the gown drawing folds as it straightened against her crotch, slightly outlining her pussy. She stepped closer, whispered into his ear "You poor puppy, here, I'll help you". He felt how she pushed her index finger over his exposed tip, circling him, rubbing against sensitive flesh, her nail probing him, entering the narrow slit on top of his tip. As he sharply drew in air she brought her lips over his dick, ready to taste. Before she took him in she turned towards his face and said: "You have no idea who you are. What your sperm is worth, that you are predestined to breed with the sacred Orchid! Your dick, your cum is what will make our dreams reality." Her arm ran a wide gesture, something he could not see. "Your cum is our water of life. Just to taste your pipe is sacred. I want nothing more than to taste your cum but it is forbidden. It is too valuable to waste for the plain pleasures of lust." Her mouth slid over his exposed head. She had trouble getting it in, gagged, making gleeful noises as it slid further into her throat.. Thomas' eyes widened as he saw how the outline of his head widened her throat, almost a foot had disappeared between her lips already. She pulled her head back, gasping for air, smiling. From a pocket she pulled a large syringe with a short needle, uncapped it, and started injecting his shaft all around its circumference. Thomas could only endure the procedure, taking each prick with clenched teeth. After she was done she tossed the syringe into a bin in a corner of the room and walked towards the door, her hips swaying mockingly from side to side. She left the room and returned a moment later with another girl on a leash. She was almost totally naked, only a white linen wrapped around her waist covered her body. She was petite with huge, bulging breasts that swung from side to side as she walked in, milk dripping on the floor where she walked. The sight reminded him of a priest spraying holy water into the crowd during church. She had brown hair, falling straight down, almost touching her shoulders. Her gaze was directed towards the floor, she did not dare look up. "Look at this one" the leash bearer commanded her, "how would you like him to suck your teats?" She blushed, did not reply nor look up. Her arms folded in front of her, pushing her breasts together, making them seem even larger. Thomas noted blue veins under their skin, meandering towards her nipples, milk continuing to drop on the floor. They were large, dark red, almost purple, measuring an inch in diameter and length, sitting on red, puffy areolae, dripping milk from her pores. A harsh thug on the leash, she stepped forward. "Answer me, or do you want the clamps back on again?" she demanded. "No!" The slave girl looked up, frightened, whispered "very much". "What? I can't hear you. Speak up and tell me what you'd like very much." The girl swallowed, cleared her throat and said "I would like him to suck my tits very much!" Satisfied the uniformed woman pulled her forward, pinched her nipples hard until she winced, made her climb a step stool until her right breast hung over his mouth, a drip of milk wetting his lips. "Drink!" The uniformed woman barked. Thomas turned his head away, trying to avoid the dripping teat. An electric shock shot through his body, he convulsing, screaming. She held a taser in her hand, threatening to touch his dick again. "Drink!" Again, the barking voice. Obediently, he turned his head, opened his mouth, closed his lips around the slave girls' nipple, started suckling. He saw the disgust and shame on the girls face, tears rolling down her cheeks as milk kept flowing into his mouth. The uniformed woman massaged her breast and milk started to gush into his mouth faster. "Cows don't cry!", she yelled, whipped something across the milk girl's back. She twitched, inhaled sharply, bit her teeth together. Thomas wanted it to be over. He opened his mouth wider, allowing more of her breast into his mouth, greedy for her milk. Only now he realized how hungry and thirsty he was. Shocked by his thought, he tried to throw himself against accepting the girl's milk as his water and bread, but at the same time gave in to the coercion. He satisfied his urges at this poor girls bosom until she was dry. The girl shifted slightly, offering her other teat. He continued until that one was dry, too. The uniformed woman brought the milk girl away, brutally tugging at her leash. She almost stumbled and fell. Alone again, Thomas tried to free himself, gave up as realization struck that he would not be able to break the straps holding him down onto this metal wire framework. A short time later he heard steps coming from outside. The brunette that had brought the milk maid and another woman he had not seen before entered the room. Both wore the same uniform, approached his metal rest, checked his straps. The new woman looked like a model from the 70'ies, lush, light brown hair that fell in voluminous waves down the side of her face, carefully tucked behind her ears, full mouth, green eyes, make-up. Thomas really did not care about her looks, his mind was occupied painting a picture of the horrors waiting for him. 70'ies model manipulated something at the side of his bed and he felt being lifted up into a vertical position. He looked around the room, saw a table full of medical instruments, another bed against the wall, empty. He looked down at himself, saw how his enormous cock was facing up, almost vertically. The head was deep purple and felt as if would explode any moment. The women pulled needles out of his balls. Then the grid table tilted slightly backwards and he started rolling out into the hallway and down the corridor. He was being pushed, his erect penis swaying up and down. At the end of the hallway was a large double door that opened as they approached. Behind the door lay a large, round room with a floor of white tiles. The diameter of the room was 20 meters, the ceiling formed a dome ten meters above a plant-like structure emerging from the center of the room. The base was formed from many individual stems, close together, wrapped around each other to form the main trunk. The whole thing had a diameter of at least three meters. It ran straight up to a height of six meters where it branched into individual branches that bridged over to the wall of the room where they further split into smaller, vine-like structures that covering most of the wall like vines on an old house. He saw about half a dozen women entangled, lifted up against the wall, some struggling, some still. Their bodies were covered in vines, immobilized. He could not see more, the vine jungle was too thick and the light in the room too dim. His stretch was pushed along the wall until they halted in front of a large, pulsating vine that ran across the floor. He was pushed against the wall, turned to face the direction of the large plant in the middle of the room and the thick vine running all the way over the floor to end just before his stretcher. The two women turned to walk away. 70'ies girl whirled around, stepped in front of him and took his dick deep into her mouth as far as she could, then pushing herself over him a little more, another inch, then another, until she had to jerk back, gagged and gasped for air. She came close one more time, shyly kissed his tip , breathed "enjoy" into his ear and left the room together with the other woman. -***- Thomas was alone. He tried to get a glimpse of the women hanging in the vines but could see only one. The large plant its vines blocked his view. The woman he could see was young, barely 20, skinny. She hung tilted forward in the wall. Most of her skin was covered by a dense network of brown vines. He saw that vines supported her breasts that were hanging down from her forward angled body, her nipples covered in white, slimy vines, tugging at her, like a milking machine. White, maggot like worms were crawled all over her body, gobbling up leaking milk. Thick, pulsating vines penetrated her mouth and anus. Thick, slimy myceles drew from her lips and clitoris to the tip of a tentacle just inches away from her vagina, drips of slime falling onto the floor beneath her. He observed a lump progressing through the vine that ended in fornt of her vagina, saw how the tentacle tip opened to press something slimy, white, and worm-like into her pussy. It disappearing between her lips, stretching them apart. She twitched, he saw her mouth move as if she was trying to moan, then she sagged back into her restraints, limp. He could see something move underneath the tight skin of her rounded belly. She was pregnant. He looked around, terrified of the plant-thing in front of him. He could only imagine what was going to happen. His mind filled his consciousness with nightmarish pictures. His cock was still hard as polished steel. He heard a scratching from underneath him, managed to look down along his stretch. What he saw made his blood freeze and his heart skip a beat. Hundreds of tiny, hairlike tentacles had sprouted from the large vine, creeping up the frame toward his toes. He pushed against the straps with all his power, throwing himself against his restraint, frantically, panicking. Something brushed against his heel. He jerked, cried out. He looked down, more and more of the thin tentacles reached his feet, creeping around his calves, up and up. And then he realized that they were pulling the large tentacle upwards. It had already risen a foot from the floor, rising quickly over the course of a few minutes until it was exactly opposite his erect penis. Thomas could not move, all his struggling did not help, he could only watch in horror, helplessly. His straps dissolved under viscous plant juices and he was lifted up in the air, the pulsating tentacle remaining exactly opposite his penis. The small tentacles had wrapped around him, covering him from toes to neck in a dense network of black filaments, only his testicles and penis were completely exposed to the pulsating, thick vine. He looked at the tentacle in front of him in horror, dreading it to dart forward at any moment, jumping at his cock. His gaze ran up and down the greenish purple skin, realizing vein-like structures underneath the smooth, shiny surface. The tip of the tentacle swayed a little from side to side like a snake, as if to examine his member. From underneath the tip pale slimy mycelia sprouted, almost translucent, emitting a blue shine. Their tips were rounded, ten millimeters in diameter, and covered in a highly viscous mucus. Slime dropped to the floor as they grew towards his fleshy head, slowly extending until they reached him. They parted around him, further extending alongside his shaft, probing until they reached his base. His shaft was completely covered in the thick mucus, pubic hair dissolved with hissing sounds, the ring around his base falling off, corroded. No relief! The slime on his cock felt oozy, cold and kept his dick hard as steel. His testicles were completely covered in blue tips, slowly pulsating, undulating and massaging. From the base of the vine, up in the plant he saw movement. Dozens of red structures hung up in the crown. Red, fleshy, like ripe fruit, about two feet long, half a foot in diameter, they looked like giant cocoons. He saw one of the cocoons open, a slimy, blue thing emerged from it and began to move towards the base of the vine. He could not clearly see it through the jungle of vines, lost it as it entered the vine. He saw the thing move down through the vine towards him at the end of the vine, a lump moving towards his exposed penis. He panicked again, screaming, yelling, to no avail. He saw in terror how the vine was stretched open and rirst bulged into a mound, to then forme an orifice where the plant's fruit emerged from. It was covered in slime, drew glittering strings from its body to the mound it emerged from. Thomas saw that it was a giant worm, like a maggot, emitting a bluish hue. Only its rear end was pale, translucent. The worm wiggled and turned until it was pleased with its position, then crept forward on the mycelium directly in front of Thomas' vertical erect penis. It raised itself up, swayed to the left, to the right and finally formed its body into a S-shaped curve, bringing its front end directly above Thomas' exposed, swollen head. It remained still for a short while, slime dripping onto his member. Every drip made his belly muscles spasm, part in terror, part in sexual arousal. His mind was clouded in red fog of lust. He tried to shake it off, to remain clear in his mind but a drug leached into his blood through his skin, arousing him more and more by the minute. A large opening formed at the front of the worm. White flesh parted, exposing a undulating duct, lined with viscous mucosa. Slimy strings dropped from its maw onto Thomas' cock. Abloom Orchid Cult Suddenly the area around the worm's orifice swelled up and dozens of slimy strings shot forward, wrapping themselves around Thomas' swollen dick. He screamed in terror and arousal, felt the cold, slimy mass constrict around his flesh, securing the worm's grip around his cock. It pulled itself closer, until it slid its maw over Thomas' pulsating head. Thomas' back arched, painfully, as the worm pushed itself further over his dick. The worm wiggled and thrust itself, squirming and twisting until it had slid over the entire length of the dick. All the while it made slurping, sucking sounds. Thomas was too disgusted and terrified to scream, he could only watch, paralyzed, helplessly, as his entire penis disappeared into the slimy, white maggot. It stopped wiggling and was quiet, bobbing slightly up and down with Thomas' heartbeat. Suddenly, he felt something move inside the worm. First gentle, like butterfly wings caressing his skin, getting more intense to culminate in undulating motions all around his cock. He felt how his tip was stimulated, squeezed by the duct the worm had pulled over it like a flexible tube. He felt a strong suction developing at his tip, stronger, more intense than he had ever felt before, almost too intense to bear. The inside of the worm felt sticky, like honey, his cock being trapped in a hose filled with viscous goo. He heard slurping and gurgling sounds as the maggot moved around his shaft, twisted, rotated. Then it pulled its head back with incredible force, thin, translucent cuticles keeping its maw airtight against Thomas' shaft, no hair left to break seal. He wanted to scream but could only moan while he felt waves of intense pleasure shoot through his body. The worm's body jerked back and forth while its throat squeezed Thomas in tight, pasting it with viscous slime, adding to the feeling of ultimate pleasure. The mycelium around his balls was undulating faster, almost frantic. Thomas could not hold back any longer, his disgust and fear yielding to arousal and lust, a climax creeping up on him, ambushing him and he came in a giant orgasm, more than anything he had ever experienced, wave after wave shook him, cum ejaculating into the maggot, a seemingly not ending stream of sperm pumped into its white, disgusting body. He saw how the worm twitching around his shaft, squeezing every last drop out. Its rear end was filled with creamy, foamy cum, everything that Thomas gave it. It slid down from him, collapsed, like a deflated balloon, onto the mycelium bed it had sat upon. The rear end wiggled itself free from the flabby mass. It was covered in slime and looked much like a giant, cream colored slug with a narrow head and a plump, round rear end. A tentacle swung over, gently gobbled the new, slug-like thing up and swung up and out of sight. Atop the tree he saw another fruit bear a pale blue worm, crawling towards the tentacle, a third one already half way down, ready to emerge and descend upon his cock once again. From the other end of the room he heard a woman cry out, her wailing and crying sounded gagged.