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Order Of The Blood Plant
by Nesfdancer (nesfdancer@yahoo.ca)
Quick Edit by Ab-2005
***
The telling of a modern day vampire, who lures teenage
virgins to his special plant, which lives off their
blood. Plant/female horror story. Written for
Halloween. (M/F-teen, nc, rp, 1st, bd, drugs, fantasy)
***
Happy Halloween!
The Blood Plant is as ancient as the darkest jungles of
Africa from which it came. Its recorded origins have
been lost through the 1000s of years it has been
surviving, and breeding. Once worshipped by long ago
tribes as a god, it now is found in only a few
scattered corners of the modern world. Those that know
its dark secrets are servants to their eternal craving
of its vines, that, when consumed, give the nourishment
of life without aging...
Those who "serve" the Blood Plant have been given many
names over the centuries, "Vampire" - "Nesferatu" -
"Witch" - "Necromancer" and like all legends bear some
semblance of truth. No longer strictly human, they walk
the earth immune to the disease of mortality, yet they
are cursed with the never ending of cycle of stalking
victims, the feast, and the returning hunger.
Prince Veruna was such a man. He was initiated into the
Order during the first Crusade, and since has been one
of the few to make his home in the New World of the
Americas. Going now as simply "Mr. Jamison" he can
barely recall those early years of his mortal life in
Northern Italy, where he was a nobleman, the eldest son
of a landed Knight.
He now makes his home in a quiet township in
Pennsylvania, the sole occupant of an upscale stone
manor house on a large country acreage. He appears as a
man in his early 30s, well built, 6"1" tall with wavy
medium length black hair and bright grey eyes, and very
fair skin.
His speech is accented slightly, as his dealings with
the outside world are rare. He learns much of the
bustling of the new century from his cable TV, and
studied the ways of modern man so as to blend in.
The custom of "Halloween" came as a pleasant surprise
to him, as it enabled him to seek new victims at the
time of year when his cravings were the strongest, at
the mid point between the summer and winter solstice,
towards the end of October on the Arabian 12 month
calendar. He would need to feed the Blood Plant soon,
and then feast of its life giving juices.
Early in the evening of the Saturday night that fell on
Halloween that year, the Prince prepared for the hunt.
He would drive the residential neighborhoods in search
of a maiden who was in the process of her menstruation,
and as yet untouched by a man. As a servant of the
Blood Plant, Prince Veruna's senses were as keen as a
trained bloodhound for that scent, and his eyesight and
hearing were well above any mortal mans. He had been
transformed long ago to hunt a certain prey...
Dressed in a costume of "Prince Charming" in a blue
decorated tunic, dark red cape with silver lining,
above the knee leather boots and white tights, with a
black belt and calve skin gloves, and a very real 3
1/2' rapier and 12" dagger, he drove out into the night
to find his newest bride. There was a costume party to
be held at a community center, some hours drive away at
8:00PM and he felt that he would find what he needed
there.
After arriving he noted it was a busy gathering, and
many cars were parked around the simple wooden
building, that was down the road from the town. It was
heavily wooded, and a small creek ran past on one side,
with the main parking lot on the far side, and a small
bridge that connected a pathway from the parking lot to
the grounds.
The place was made up as a haunted house, and was
lavishly decorated. The sign indicated it was a teen
dance. "Monster Mash" was playing loudly inside and
many young people were coming in and out of the dance.
His senses were attuned to the damp night air, and he
waited nearby, hidden in the thick trees and watched
the comings and goings of the mortal revelers.
Collette was 17, 5' 5" and 110 lbs. She was Caucasian,
a red head, with large breasts, and a virgin, and she
was just starting her monthly cycle. She was having a
great time at the dance as there were all kinds of cute
guys there. She went as a vampiress, dressed in a long
sleeved low cut black leotard, red fishnets, black
velvet boots with a 6" heel that went to her knees,
black gloves, a red cape, a long black wig, deep red
lipstick, pale foundation, garish blue eye shadow and
dark eye liner.
She had very nice breasts that she augmented with
tissue paper, to make her look much bustier. She had
plastic fangs that she could wear, and a small leather
pouch on her belt with her makeup and a few personal
items. She looked good enough to eat. Her friends were
sneaking in all kinds of booze, and she was drinking
rye and coke. She didn't like it but she wanted to fit
in. By 10:00 she was feeling the booze, as she was not
a drinker.
She needed a feminine pad, and to her dismay she forgot
to bring any with her, so she approached her friend
Ashley, and asked if she had one. "I have some in the
glove compartment of my mom's car," she said.
"Here, just take the keys and go grab one." Ashley
said.
"Thanks, this is such a pain," Collette replied. She
knew Ashley's car was in the parking lot and normally,
she would not have gone alone, but she was very tipsy,
and she didn't care. She wanted a dance with Brad, and
she needed to get this out of the way first. She went
out into the night and walked down the path and over
the small bridge, making a "clip-clack-clip" sound as
her high heeled boots clattered over the structure.
The Dark Prince smelled her pungent innocence before
she came into view, he knew a maiden was approaching.
She could not have been any more noisy, crunching over
the gravel in her outlandish boots! He waited to see if
she was alone, but if she was not, the sword he carried
was not just for show. He had killed many escorts
before with its razor sharp edge.
Collette opened up the front passenger door and fished
through the glove compartment, and found her pad. She
closed the door and turned to go when she was startled
out of her mildly liquored state by a handsome man
standing only 6 feet from her. He was obviously the
father, or brother? of some girl or boy at the party,
and she was taken by his costume. She could clearly see
his bulging manhood in his crotch, and he was very
handsome, she couldn't help but stare at him, even
though she was very intimidated and shy around older
men.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," the man
said with a very becoming smile, "I came to get my
camera, and wouldn't you know it, I forgot the thing at
home." He laughed and shook his head.
"Oh, that's too bad!" Collette replied. "Are you
picking somebody up?"
"Yes, I was going to get a few pictures of the dance,
and drive my sister home, I was actually at another
party at a friend's house," he replied. "How is the
dance going?"
"Oh its cool, I... I just came out to get my lipstick
case," Collette said, "I-I guess I should going back
in."
The Prince knew they were alone. "Do you want a quick
toke before we go?" he asked and produced a small bong.
"I don't normally do this stuff but hey, its
Halloween," he said.
She couldn't say no to the hunk, and hoped he was
single, she was thinking to herself. "Sure, just a few
tokes for me." She said cautiously.
"Lets stand over here, I don't want the police to drive
past us," he said, and motioned her to come over to the
nearby trees. He was SO neat, Collette thought,
unusually at ease with the man, and wondered if he
noticed her legs yet. He had, but above all her scent
was like a strong perfume, and he hungered for what her
body could give.
He lit up the marijuana cig that was heavily laced with
a potent, expensive, Turkish hashish oil and gave her a
toke. "Its not very strong" he lied, "take a deep hit."
Collette inhaled as best she could and held the smoke
down into her lungs. She was high after the first hit.
She almost dropped the bong, and he took it from her
and inhaled deeply.
Collette staggered, and was caught in his arms. She was
floating, and couldn't remember where she was, she knew
the handsome man had his arms around her waist and was
holding her to him. She liked that just fine.
The Prince kissed her suddenly, forced her mouth open
with his tongue, and blew the smoke down into her
lungs. Collette stood there close to him, and let the
Prince have her. She closed her eyes and let him kiss
her deeply. She felt the smoke go down and she almost
coughed, but it was so smooth. She exhaled softly and
opened her bleary eyes, "Ughh, immm, ughhh!" was all
she could say.
The Prince held the "high" bonged-out teen, making sure
she didn't fall, and then, suddenly, picked her up, and
dropped the bong on the grass. She moaned softly,
drifting in a drugged stupor, her head limp, her
shapely legs and arms dangling down. She was high as a
proverbial kite, and didn't care where she was any
longer. He carried her to his waiting "chariot," a
black, four door Lexus sedan, and placed her into the
back seat.
Her eyes fluttered, "Where... are... we... going?" she
whispered, as her boots were slid off and her legs were
placed up on the seat.
"You have a date with the gods," the Prince replied,
and closed the door.
Had she heard that right? Collette lay in the back seat
on the drive back to the manor house, she garbled the
occasional nonsense but otherwise did not cause any
trouble. She dreamed of meeting a handsome prince, who
carried her away to a fairy castle in the forest, to be
his bride...
In the dank, converted wine cellar of the manor house
an ancient plant awaited new nourishment.
The next thing Collette new she was staring up at a
high vaulted stone ceiling, in a cold damp basement.
She could not remember being taken here, and had a
fragmented memory of the man who had drugged her with
the laced joint. She was lying on a thick Persian rug,
about 12'x 20', her head swam from the hashish, and she
tried to get her bearings.
Her clothing and wig had been removed, and discarded
into a pile on the carpet. She was completely naked,
and her long red hair covered her pale shoulders. Her
wrists were bound by leather straps to two iron rings
set about 4' apart, that were set in the floor.
Her head was propped up with soft pillows, her legs
were not bound, nor was she gagged. She was a bit cold,
but not overly so. "Hey, where am I!?" she asked, her
voice echoed in the chamber, "Hello, hello!"
It was a 30' x 50' room with a wooden floor and
stonewalls. There was a door behind her, and a small
electric lamp torch was lit above the door, spilling
light and long shadows in the room. There were no
windows. Her apprehension mounted as she realized she
had been kidnapped and brought here by the strange man.
Was he going to ravish her? she thought fearfully.
She remembered the outline of his dong in his tights,
and she was afraid. He was a lot older than she was,
she knew that. Maybe even 30?. Part of her longed to
see him again, but she was also fearful of what would
happen if he came for her, and showed her his naked
manhood. She tried her restraints but they were tight
and strong. She could not get free.
Meanwhile, upstairs, "Mr. Jamison" relaxed with a glass
of wine, it would be soon now...
Collette heard a rustling, like leaves on a floor? it
came from the darkened wall to her right that the dim
light did not illuminate. A small red colored vine?
could be seen on the floor. "Hello?" she said, in a
small voice. More red vines moved slowly out of the
shadows, they were thick, about 6 inches in diameter,
and covered with small leaves and whitish colored veins
around each. "EEEEEEH!!" Collette screamed. She pulled
and bucked to try and free herself, but she could not.
"SOMEBODY HELP ME, PLEASE!" she screamed. The Prince
could hear here from upstairs, he knew now that she was
awake. Collette's heart raced and her eyes were wide.
Something was in the room with her, something very
frightening. A large, red, egg shaped plant moved
towards the bound girl. Its body was about 6' long, and
it was 4' wide, it had many leafy, tentacled vines and
a bright green, oval shaped protrusion at one end, the
size of a large melon.
"OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT THING!" she shrieked. She was
panting now, her heart racing very fast. One of the
vines snaked out and slid around her ankle, she felt
its warm touch as it pulled her leg taught. She bucked
and kicked but the other vine did the same with her
other ankle. Her legs were pulled taught. The plant
moved slowly towards here, pulled along by its
grotesque legs. Colette continued to scream until she
was hoarse.
The Blood Plant could sense the menstruation of the
girl and instinctively reacted. More vines snaked
around her arms and her chest. She was held firm in its
alien embrace. A vine with a large white flower head
appeared, and moved within inches of her face, and
suddenly sprayed a mist from its center, which covered
her face in a sticky white, stringy goo.
"Nooo, ughh!" she cried. Minutes later she felt a deep
warmth ooze through her body, and she gradually
relaxed. Her legs were not held as tightly any longer.
She felt heavily sedated. She was now intoxicated with
the potent neural concoction coursing through her
veins. She was now ready for intercourse, her cunt was
engorged.
She was held firm by the monster plant, and she could
see another vine move under her. She could feel
pressure against her rear end as the vine pressed
against her ass. The vines narrow end thrust past her
puckered anus. Her body was completely relaxed by the
venom, and the vine entered her easily from behind,
slowly sliding its massive length into her most private
of holes.
It self lubricated through small fissures, and the
plant grease eased the passage of its invasion into
Collette's stretched anus. She could feel the massive
plant pushing far into her depths. The vine slid almost
a foot into her rectum, leaves and all. Collette lay
impaled on its huge trunk, her limbs caressed by the
vines that had entwined her. She was perfectly balanced
now. Her cunt lips were now getting itchy, and a
terrible longing spread through her. She knew that she
was powerless to resist its unholy desires...
She lay there, stupefied, her naked skin covered in a
thin sheen of sweat. The green protrusion at the front
of the horrid plant blossomed open, displaying a purple
flower with a large white banana shaped rod in the
center. The rod moved slowly out. It was at least 4
inches in girth and thickly ridged with small red
veins.
She knew where it was going... and her body longed to
be filled with its potency. Her loins were on fire
with longing, she needed to be "plugged" with
something, anything. She could not stand it any longer.
The penis of the Blood Plant positioned itself at the
opening of her pink innocence, and pushed past her
vaginal lips.
It slid into her depths, and past her maidenhood with a
wet sound. "Ughhhh!" Collette gasped aloud as it
ploughed away her girlhood, grinding deep into her
blood soaked, menstruating, virgin tunnel.
Her prince charming had come for her after all! She
could smell him close, caressing her, she knew his
manhood would find her girl sex. The plants penis grew
in girth and it moved slowly in and out of Collette's
depths, the thickly ridged veins rubbing her to a
drugged climax.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" She cried, she was out of her mind
with her first orgasm, she could see bright colors and
thrashed her head wildly as the seventeen year old
screamed anew, "Take me, I don't care if my parents are
downstairs!" she sputtered. She bucked and kicked, but
was held firm by the warm embrace of her mate.
The Blood Plants penis sucked her menstrual blood into
its pores, depositing it into the egg body for
processing. This was the essence of its ancient
purpose.
The feeding could not be done with a girl-child, as the
plant would not feed, and most times it would not feed
more than menstrual blood, but sometimes it did,
causing death or near death through blood loss, but
that was rare...
After bringing the girl to another series of shuddering
orgasms, the engorged penis flooded her opening with a
warm, mind numbing liquid. She lost consciousness after
several minutes, her brain succumbing to the narcotic
venom. She was a woman now, wed to the beastly plant-
thing...
She awoke early the next morning, dumped in a town
alleyway with her belongings, dressed only in her
tights that were soaked in the crotch. She had a
terrible, but hazy tale of a moonlit meeting with a
strange, handsome, prince, who "took her away" to his
castle, where he feasted on her innocence (Some of her
friends thought it sounded very romantic but didn't say
so). She could only remember small parts, and she was
terribly traumatized.
Years ago, peasants blamed unholy things for such
unexplained acts, giving rise to many dark myths and
legends, terrifying a superstitious people.
The police were never able to find the culprit, despite
a large investigation. It would remain an unsolved
rape.
Collette was not the same for many years, and would
sometimes yearn for her prince in her dreams, calling
out for him in her troubled, restless sleep...
That night Prince Veruna feasted on the Blood Plants
vines, as they would grow back, and consumed the age
defying substance that they provided. His deep hunger
would be satisfiedified for almost a month, but then
would return anew. He was forever cursed by the hunger
of the Blood Plant, forever feeding it, and feeding
from it.
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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