Date: Fri, 15 Oct 2004 10:48:57 -0700 (PDT) From: dave - dntorlando <dave@dntorlando.com> Subject: Style of X-Files In the Style of the X-Files by flaborn1957@yahoo.com ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The young FBI agent had been working on this case for about a month. It was her first real case since she had left the academy and since she had served her 6 months of orientation. Sara Campbell was 24 years old -- the very minimum possible to be an agent for the FBI. She was assigned to the field office in Tampa but this particular case took her to Orlando. She had been living out of a hotel for 28 days and that was starting to wear on her, perhaps that was why on this night she would take some dangerous shortcuts that would put her in great jeopardy. The case she had been assigned to had seemed simple enough on its surface. The police in Orlando had been investigating a series of temporary disappearances involving pretty girls who were frequenting some of the clubs in the downtown Orlando area. The police had run into a brickwall in there efforts and since they thought that there might be a kidnapper invloved, they called the FBI. Since the victims had always re-appeared and were not injured in any way, Sara's supervisor gave the case to her to let her get her feet wet. Sara had interviewed all of the victims which had not gotten her very far. All of them were very pretty girls and none of them could remember very much about what had happened to them. Their stories were the same in a lot of ways from what they could recall. All of them had been partying downtown and had been walking back to where their cars were parked when they just seemed to disappear. They could not recall anything after that. They weren't sure what street they might have been on or if anyone was around them at all. The only thing that Sara got from any of them was that several of them had a vague memory of a beautiful flower. With not much to go on, Sara had driven her car around the general vicinity where the girls had last been seen during the daytime, but she had discovered nothing. Finally, she decided she would go to the area at night, she would blend into the crowd and see what she might discover. And Sara was very capable of blending in for she was a very beautiful girl herself. All during her time at the academy, she had been a great distraction to the male trainees and some of the females too. Her auburn hair was cut softly and hung almost most of the way down her slender back. She was 5'8" tall and 125# with long supple legs that rose to slender hips and a nice round backside. Above that, her slender waist only made her firm, medium sized breasts seem just that much larger. But it was her face that truly caught people's attention. Her slightly olive complexion complimented her large dark brown eyes and her lovely smile. To put it bluntly, Sara was just stunning. She was the kind of girl that could make people stop to take a good long look if you passed her on the street. To prevent this from being a hindrance to her career and to help her male colleagues take her seriously, she always wore very drab suits and would pull her hair back. Now that she was going to hit the club scene and mingle, she was glad to be able to be pretty again. Sara had been hitting the downtown clubs for 9 nites in a row and now it was a Saturday night. So far, she hadn't made any progress even though she had been chatting up as many people as she could for information. She was sitting at a small sidewalk table at the one bar that all the girls had mentioned in her interviews. She had stopped here once before the night before but she decided to come back to it tonite. She had found out as she talked to people that this bar had a reputation as the place to be at the end of the nite. There was always lots of pretty girls here at that hour and the word was that a guy could get lucky here and take a girl home. So Sara decided to hang at this bar for the whole evening and see if she could spot anyone who came in and might be suspicous. The bar was actually pretty slow for most of the nite, but as she had heard, it started to fill up with people around 12:30. She had not noticed anyone who gave her concern the whole night and as the bar filled, she was wondering if it would get to full for her to keep track of. So she decided to change her method and instead of looking for suspects, she decided to look for potential victims. She started to look for pretty girls that maybe were not with a big group - A girl that might leave the bar on her own thus making her vulnerable to abduction. Sara was able to pick out 3 girls that seemed to be more or less on their own. But 2 of them were more or less average looking whereas the previous victims had all been very pretty. The 3rd girl fit that mold perfectly as she was a very attractive blonde who Sara guessed was about 21. Although not very tall, she was a very curvy girl who was wearing a very tight and very low cut top that made her breasts seem like they were about to burst out. Sara began to shadow this girl around the bar to keep an eye on her. The girl went on the dance floor a few times and attracted the usual lounge lizards who would try to pick her up. But for the most part she just mingled in the crowd. As Sara watched her, she noticed a woman who also seemed to be watching the girl too. In fact Sara could not help but notice this woman. She was very much older than anyone in the club, probably in her 50's, and she was wearing a very plain white dress. The woman was not attractive at all, in fact, she was quite haggard. But pinned in her hair, she had a very large, beautiful flower. It was the flower that made Sara watch her very closely due to the previous victims vague memory of such a flower. The woman watched the girl for about 15 minutes before she started to edge closer to her. The girl was not even aware as the woman moved to be right behind her. Sara watched as she moved her head in such a way that the flower passed inches from the side of the girl's head -- close enough that the scent must have caught the girl's attention. The young girl turned her head towards the flower and then turned all the way to the woman. The woman leaned to her and whispered something to her, then turned and began to walk away. The girl stood there for a moment with a sort of confused look and then she started to follow the woman. Sara followed the girl and saw her go out the front door where the woman was standing. The flower was now in the woman's hands and she let the girl smell from it deeply. For a second, the girl looked like she was dizzy and almost stumbled. But then she caught herself and was apparently okay. Sara was very suspicous of all of this, but she wasn't certain if this had anything to do with her case. All she knew at this point is that this girl generally had the same appearance as the previous victims and so far, this older and fairly ugly woman was prominently displaying a flower to the girl. Once again, the woman walked away down the street. The girl just stood there for 2 minutes or more. She almost seemed confused as she kept looking around as if she did not know where she was. Finally, she began walking down the sidewalk in the same direction the old woman went. Sara let her get a little ahead and then followed. The girl walked down two blocks and then stopped at a corner. She looked around again before she crossed the street and started down a very dark lane that had large older homes on each side. This was a very exclusive area and the homes here were all over 100 years old and were all restored. All of them had large yards that were surrounded by wrought iron gates. The girl kept walking all way down the lane as Sara followed. Finally the girl got to a gate at the last house on the street. She stopped in front of it and Sara saw the gate swing open. As she got closer, she saw that the old woman was standing inside the gate. The woman took the girl's hand and led her towards the house. The woman used a security pad next to the door and then the door opened and they went inside. Sara found a place she could stand across the street and then started to inspect the house. It was very large and was probably worth well over a million dollars. She could see that all the windows were covered with shades, but she could see the shadows of people moving inside. It appeared as if one person was standing still, probably the girl, as the old woman was moving around her. Sara decided to move closer, in fact, she walked all the way to the gate at the front of the house. From there she could see thru a windowshade that had a slight crack along one edge. She could see the girl standing there in what appeared to be a living room. Then she saw the woman bring another flower to the girl. The girl took 4 or 5 deep breathes, maybe more. The woman stood there as the girl wavered a bit with her eyes closed. Once the girl opened her eyes, the woman put the flower down and moved behind her. Sara watched with great interest as she did not know if she was doing her job as a law enforcement agent or if she was now being a voyeur. The woman put her hands on the girl's shoulders and rubbed them gently. Then she very slowly eased the straps of the girl's top down over her arms. Then she reached to the front of the small top and began to ease it down. The girl was turning her head back and forth as if she was speaking to the woman and then watching as her top was being removed. But she did not try to stop was the woman was doing. Finally, the woman had the top all the way to the girl's waist. She was directly behind the girl and Sara watched as best as she could as the woman then began to run her hands up the girl's naked upper body and fondle the girl's very luscious breasts. Sara had to admit to herself that it was a very erotic site and for a moment, she was being more of a voyeur than a law enforcement officer. She jerked herself back to the reason she was here and then walked down the street a few yards so she could clear her head of the erotic scene that was taking place inside. She started to think about what she had witnessed so far. She was trying to figure out what it all meant. The girl and this woman did not seem to know each other before they spoke at the bar. And then they barely spoke and it was the woman speaking to the girl. There were several moments that the girl appeared she was slightly drugged and it happened when she smelled from the flower. Was there something in the flower? Some drug that the woman was using on the girl? Or was it the flower itself? Sara had never seen anything like what the woman had been wearing in her hair. Was it from some rare plant and it produced some intoxicating scent? She had no idea. Sara wasn't sure what to do. There appeared to be no crime taking place as the girl had been perfectly willing to walk here herself. And she seem perfectly willing to let the woman strip her and let her breasts be fondled. She walked over to the gate again and looked thru the window just in time to see the woman pull her mouth from the girl's breasts. Sara gasped slightly at the site of this beautiful girl who was letting her body be taken by a very haggard older woman. She herself had always been curious to have an experience with another girl but in her mind the girl was always very pretty and was her own age. But still, she found what she had been watching to be very, very erotic. She finally decided to go home after the 2 of them moved away from the window to some place at the back of the house. Sara had to walk about 8 blocks to her car and the whole time she could not get the thought of what was going on in that house out of her mind. She played the site of the woman's mouth on the girl's breasts over and over in her mind. She decided that tomorrow nite, she was going to be back to that same bar. And she was going to make sure that if the old woman showed up, Sara would be the only one girl she would notice. She wasn't sure if she was doing it as part of her investigation, certainly there was something odd going on here. But she admitted to herself that it might be very possible for her to be picked up by this woman who would want to do god only knows what to her. The thought of that made her feel very aroused. The whole night Sara slept very fitfully -- dreams of the girl being taken by the old woman filled her head. She even woke up startled one time as she was sure she had orgasmed in her sleep. The next morning, Sara started working out how she was going to isolate the woman so she could see what was going on. She had to be sure that the woman picked her out of the crowd at that bar. She called one of the previous victims and simply asked her where to go to buy the best club clothes. The girl gave her a name of a place called Erotic Emporium. She said lots of girls buy stuff there that was totally hot and that it was where lots of the local strippers went to get their outfits. Sara knew it would be prefect. She drove over and was able to find 3 very sexy dresses and some shoes too. As she drove back to her hotel, she spotted a large florist shop and she got an idea. Perhaps the thing that might insure the woman approaching her would be to have her own beautiful flower. She did a U-turn and went back to the florist. Later that night, Sara found herself almost excited at the prospects for the night. To her, she was either going to make some headway in her case or she was going to have a very erotic experience beyond anything she had every experienced before. She had been trying on the 3 dresses she bought to pick the one she thought would best get the woman's attention. The first 2 dresses were very hot but wasn't sure yet. Once she put the last one on and put on some shoes, she went to the mirror and saw immediately, this was it. She almost laughed as she looked and realized how hot she looked. Looking up from her feet, she admired how the 4-inch black slippers accentuated the muscles in her smooth tanned legs. She saw how her legs disappeared under the hem of the tiny black halter dress. She turned sideways and could see how if she lifted her arms a little, the sweet curve of her ass would appear. She turned back to the front and admired how the halter of the dress lifted her luscious breasts and since she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples were pressing against the thin material prominently. She had already done her makeup -- that was one thing she was very good at -- her face was perfect and her eyes sparkled. Finally, she went to her small fridge and took out a plastic box and went back to the mirror. She opened the box and removed a large, bright orange hibiscus flower. It was perfect for her. With her dark outfit, her auburn hair, and her olive skin, the flower would be like a beacon on her. She used the pin the florist provided and pinned it in her hair. Once she took a final look she decided she was ready. She left the apartment and walked down to her car. Just for an instant, she wondered if she should check in with her supervisor. She wondered if she needed to bring her pistol. She finally decided not to. She drove to the bar and parked her car about halfway between the bar and the street she had followed the young girl to the night before. It was still fairly early so she found a seat that let her see the whole bar easily and then just waited. Of course, since was easily the hottest girl in the place, she had to fend off the occasional lounge lizard. She did see some other girls come in who were quite pretty too, but she was sure she would be the one who caught the woman's attention -- as long as the woman showed up. Sara waited patiently as the hours passed, but she started to wonder if it was a lost cause. There had been no sign of the woman. She was thinking of leaving and even started to drift across the room towards the door when she felt a hand take her arm. She turned around expecting to see some guy but instead she was face to face with the old woman. They looked at each other without speaking and Sara felt her disappointment from moments ago be replaced by a spark of excitement. She noticed that the woman did not have a flower in her hair and she thought maybe she was wrong that the woman was using the flower in some way. But then, the woman raised her hand and brought her fingertips to the open part of Sara's dress right above her breasts. Sara looked and there, on the woman's wrist, was a smaller version of the same flower she had the night before. Without even thinking Sara had taken a breathe right as the flower was just below her chin. She smelled the most lovely scent for a moment but then she felt slightly dizzy. The dizziness passed very quickly and she realized the woman was still holding her hand right at her breasts. In fact, she was lightly stroking her fingertips over the tops of Sara's ripe breasts. She shuddered a little as she felt her bare skin being stroked. "You are a very lovely girl," the woman said to her softly. "Thank you," Sara replied. "I saw you here last night didn't I." "Yes, I was here." "you were watching me." "yes" "You followed the girl I was talking to." "Yes." Sara shook her head a little and for a second wondered why she was admitting this information to this woman. But the woman passed the flower right before her again causing Sara to become slightly dizzy again. "Did you look into my windows?" "Yes." "What did you see?" "I saw.....you....undress that girl. I saw her.....I saw you.....sucking her breasts." Sara was trying to fight herself. Why was she telling the woman all of this? "Is that all you saw?" "Yes." "Are you a police officer?" "No, I am an agent for the FBI. I'm working on my first case." "Am I your first case." "I don't know. I haven't seen any crime committed." The woman smiled. This girl didn't know anything. She looked the girl up and down -- she certainly was beautiful, perhaps the loveliest girl she had encountered so far. She finally decided to take the risk despite the fact Sara was FBI. After all, none of the girls could remember what had happened, neither would this one. She leaned forward and whispered to Sara, then she turned and walked away. As the girl the night before had done, Sara stood there for a few moments. She was certain she had been talking to someone but where did the person go? She decided to leave the bar, there was someplace nearby she had to be. She wasn't sure why, but she had to go there. She went outside and looked around and then headed off as the girl had done the night before. Since the bar was only a couple blocks from the woman's house, Sara was there in less than 10 minutes. She got to the gate at about the same moment her head started to clear. She saw the gate open and the woman standing there. She remembered that the woman had held the flower for the girl to smell the night before and she was holding it there for Sara right now. Sara leaned to it and tried to take a very small breathe, but still she felt a very slight dizziness. She realized that this flower was drugging her in some way. Since she had only taken a small breathe, she had only gotten a small dose of the flower. She let the woman take her hand and lead her to the door. Once again, the security was turned off and the woman took her inside. When the lights were turned on, Sara realized that there were flower pots around the room, all of them with the plant that was growing the flower the woman had. Just breathing in the house was going to drug her. She tried to hold her breath but that was not going to last long. Sara realized she was standing in the same place as the girl from last nite. She looked around for the woman and realized she was behind her. "You are so beautiful. What is your name?" "Sara." "Sara, have you ever had a woman touch you before?" "No." "I'm going to touch you Sara. You are going to let me aren't you?" Sara fought to control herself. "Sara, you want me to touch your body don't you? You want me to undress you. You want to let me have your body. Tell me please." "yes....you can....touch.....me." "Thank you Sara." The woman reached up to the back of her dress. She lifted the knot of the halter and stretched it over Sara's head and let it fall down the front. She reached around the lovely girl and began to slowly peel the dress away from Sara's breasts. Sara was watching as her breasts were going to be revealed to this old woman. She wasn't sure if she was in danger, but the excitement of being stripped and in this woman's control made her shudder. The woman finally pulled the last of the dress from her breasts. She was looking over the girl's shoulder from behind her and she licked her lips as she saw Sara's delicious breasts for the first time. She held the sides of the dress and continued to slowly push it down. She almost gasped a bit as she saw how incredible this girl was. When the dress passed over Sara's hips and then her ass, the woman could not help herself and leaned in close so she could lick the fine hairs of the girls ass. Finally she let the dress drop at the stunning girl's feet. Sara still just stood there wearing only her shoes and her white g-string panties. The woman held her hand to Sara to take, then she led the girl into the living room. Sara knew she was nearly naked, she knew that she was an FBI agent, she should be very aware of any danger that could happen to her, and she knew that she had let this strange woman take control of her and strip her. The excitement of the eroticism and the effects of the flowers all around her had completely eliminated the girl's ability to stop whatever might happen. And that fact made Sara all the more excited. "I'm going to make you mine Sara. Do you want that?" "yes." She stroked the girl's firm breasts. She turned the girl around to her and then held the girl with both her aged hands on Sara's waist. She leaned forward and let her tongue tease the girl's nipples. Sara shivered slightly. Her mind cleared for a moment as she again thought how she was so defenseless. The old woman was controlling her. Her body was going to be taken by this woman. She looked down and watched as the woman's mouth latched to one of her breasts and sucked it in. She put her hands on the woman's shoulders to steady herself as she felt a deep arousal build in her. The woman held her there and took her time as she went back and forth, tasting the young FBI agent's breasts. Finally, she lifted her head away as she wiped her mouth. "Yes, I'm going to have you for my own. But first, there is something special that you must help me with. will you help me?" "Yes." The woman led Sara to a large room at the back of the house. She turned on a light switch but the light only lit the center of the room right over a large, low table that had a very strange looking plant in the center. "Do you like my plants I have Sara?" the woman asked as she pointed around the room. "Yes, the flowers are so....lovely." "yes, they are lovely aren't they." she said as she brought a flower right to the girl's face. This time, Sara did breathe deeply, at least 7 or 8 times. When the woman pulled the flower away, Sara had the very odd sensation of being both drugged and totally clear headed at the same time. The woman turned Sara to the center of the room and led her to a small mat next to the large table. She had Sara kneel on the mat as she knelt right behind her. "What are we doing?" "This is my prize plant my dear Sara. I have been nurturing it for almost 20 years. I used to be able to do it myself when I was younger. But now I need help from time to time." "I don't understand," Sara said as she thought she saw the plant move a little. "you will in a moment." The woman reached to the plant and stroked her hand through it. When she did, it came alive. The leaves which had been drooping lifted up. Several small stalks suddenly grew another 16 or 18 inches and then a pod on the tip opened to reveal a sort of leathery looking flower. Sara simply stared at the plant as it moved and swayed in front of her. In her drugged state, she could not understand what this was or even be frightened of it. The woman let the girl look at the plant for several minutes as she stroked the girl's naked back. When the plant started to direct it's movement more and more towards Sara -- as if it knew she was there -- the woman pressed close to Sara and began to whisper to her. "This is a very special plant and it has special needs, needs that only young girls like you can provide." Sara was quiet and listened as she watched the plant almost reaching to her. "My plant needs special nourishment Sara, will you help it? And once it is nourished Sara, then I will have you." "Yes, I will help it. I want you to have me." The woman stood and then pulled the pretty girl up so that she was sitting on the edge of the table. she edged the girl back so that she was right next to the plant. The plant could now "feel" her since some of its leaves were touching her. Some of the leaves began to stretch and reach out to her. They rubbed over her back as more leaves stretched and felt their way to her waist and arms. Sara looked at the old woman with concern. Her FBI training was trying to protect her, trying to make her aware of what was happening. "What is happening to me? What kind of plant is this?" The woman just shushed her and stroked the girl's lovely face as she prodded the girl to move even closer to the plant. The plant's leaves were now edging around the girl's sides and her arms. Sara looked down as some of the thick green leaves moved across her flat, tanned stomach and others began to snake under her breasts. The plant began to pull on her, making her lean back towards it. As she did, more and more leaves wrapped around her holding her upper arms and her upper chest. Again, Sara tried to understand what was happening. "Please.....it's holding me.....what is it doing?" Finally the old woman let her understand. "Dear Sara, as I told you. My plant needs nourishment that only girl's like you can provide for it," she said as she reached to Sara's breasts and began to fondle her and squeeze her. She pinched the girls nipples several times until the buds were firm and upright. Then she finished het thought as one of the leathery flowers began to slowly move towards Sara's ripe breasts. "My plant must nurse from you Sara. It must suckle from your breasts. It needs the nutrients that only girls like you can provide. It won't hurt you, in fact, it it quite erotic." "My breasts....it's going to nurse from them? I....what....." But she didn't finish because she watched as the leathery flower lowered over one of her nipples and began to suck down. Further and further it went until the petals of the flower almost totally covered her breast. She felt almost a biting sensation on her nipple and then it felt almost as if someone's lips were sucking on her. Then another flower came from her left and descended to her other breast. As before, it to sucked down until that breast was covered. She felt the same biting sensation and then she felt a powerful wave of arousal as the plant began to suckle her. The petals of the flower were pulsing and squeezing in unison as the "lips" of each flower would suck hard and then relax. "My breasts.....my...breasts.......it's sucking.....my.....breasts..........i can't.....believe....it." The old woman, who had been standing and watching the sweet girl as she was literally overwhelmed by the plant, knelt at the girl's knees. She reached to Sara's hips and began to pull her thong down her legs. Once it was to her feet, she pulled it all the way off and dropped them on the floor. Then her hands went to the girls knees and pushed them gently apart. She began to massage up Sara's smooth thighs all the way to her hips. As she drew her hands back, she let her fingertips tease the flesh on each side of the slender girl's sex. Sara moaned as she felt this new stimulation. The woman kept this up as she let her fingers get closer and closer to the steaming girl's moist pussy. The girl was so hot now. Her hips were bucking on the table top as the plant continue to suckle from her. The flowers were squeezing her and sucking at her very strong now. The plant itself had pulled her all the way back and there were many leaves wrapped around the girls upper body and arms. The old woman knew that this alone was a powerful part of the arousal Sara was feeling. Girls like her who had a sense of power in their lives -- in Sara's case, the FBI -- also would sometimes have a deep need for submission. And being in the clutches of her plant as tender breasts are being suckled was very much the ultimate submission. The woman leaned forward and let her tongue lightly trace the inside of the girl's slender thighs. She let the tip of it tickle just to the sides of Sara's pussy and then in the tiny, short hairs just above. Sara moaned again as she felt the warmth from the woman on her. The woman took one last long look up Sara's body and watched as her wonderful plant continued to ravish the beautiful FBI agent. The poor girl had really never stood a chance. Her wonderful plants always were able to subdue all the girls she needed. And this girl was easily the most beautiful she had ever found. Perhaps it could have been dangerous to take the girl, but it was obvious that even a trained FBI agent was no match for her wonderful plants. The woman leaned forward a second time and let her tongue just barely touch the tender folds of Sara's sex. The girl moaned softly as she felt the woman's soft tongue probing her. The woman knew she was almost ready. She pushed her tongue into the girl and then held on as Sara's body arched upward as she felt the tongue push into her. She moaned again as she began to push herself against the woman's mouth. The woman was an expert, after all, she went out 3 to 4 times a month looking for girls like Sara. Even though she brought them here for her plants, she always enjoyed their naked bodies too. And she especially was going to enjoy Sara. The plant would feed from her for about an hour, then the beautiful girl would be hers to enjoy for the rest of the night. The woman continued to slowly tongue the girl. She would first lick the outer folds of the girl's sex and then she would push inside to find Sara's clitoris, sucking it into her lips and teasing it, pushing the girl further and further into a frenzy. The woman knew she had to work fast, the plant was ready to truly feed. She could see several of the leaves pushing down the girl's bare stomach, homing in on the musk from Sara's wet sex. The leaves began to wrap around the girl's thighs, holding her ever tighter as it continued to suckle from her swollen breasts. It was obvious to the woman that the girl was totally enraptured, she was letting the plant have her -- there was no resistance at all. As the plant began to hold her legs, another flower pod rose up and over Sara. As it did, she watched it bloom and could see it's thick penis-like stamen rise from the petals. Drops of clear honeydew oozed from the stamen as it tipped over and lowered to the girl's breasts. A trail of the sticky fluid was left behind as it moved slowly down betwen her breasts, down her stomach, and then to the bare flesh right above her sex. It paused there, making slow circles on her as it continued to ooze its honeydew. The old woman could see the thick fluid running down between the girls legs and coating her sex as it did. The stamen then eased further down until it began to push against the girl's tortured pussy. Sara moaned and twisted as she felt the plant's penis ease into her. the woman smiled for she knew that the plant would now truly feed. It would fuck this girl now and as it drove her to orgasm, it would drink away her juices, nourishing itself for at least a month. She sat back into a nearby chair as she watched her plant begin to ravish the lovely FBI agent. She herself could hardly wait to have this girl herself -- so beautiful she was. But for now, she would have to be patient and let her plant have its way. The stamen pulsed back and forth, pressing into Sara and then back out. The girl, her body totally controlled by the ravenous plant, eased into the same rhythm. She twisted and arched as her body was taken by the plant. And all the while, it sucked at her breasts and at her sex, savoring the girl's sweet juices. The woman always marveled at how these girls were pleasured as her plant fulfilled its needs. The girl's moaning began to grow louder and more intense. The woman could see she was being brought closer to an orgasm. The plant knew it too. It pumped her harder and deeper as another leaf found its way to Sara's sex. It curled slightly inside her as it found her sweet spot and rubbed it slowly. Sara screamed as her body rocked from a huge orgasm. The stamen continued to fuck her though and the woman could almost hear as Sara's juices were sucked from her. Sara rocked from side to side as her ravished body was brought quickly to another orgasm. But still it did not stop, the stamen pushed into her relentlessly. She screamed again and again as her body was brought to a 3rd and then a 4th orgasm. The woman looked up the girl's body and watched as the smaller 2 flowers continued to suck at Sara's breasts. She licked her lips as she knew that very soon, it would be her tasting the girl's sweet flesh. Fascinated at the sight of it, though she had watched her plant feed on many girls before, she always marveled at how her wonderful plant sustained its life by feeding on these young pretty girls. As she watched, she noticed that the plant was slowing down a bit, it was nearly finished with the beautiful Sara. Her excitement grew for she knew her turn with the young FBI agent was coming. She watched as the flowers over the girl's breasts loosened and then pulled away as the leaves holding her also began to loosen. She reached down and stroked Sara's breasts tenderly causing the spent girl to moan softly. She ran her arm under the girl's shoulders and slowly lifted her to sit up. Sara blinked and looked down just in time to see the large stamen withdraw from her sex. Her hand went to her tender lips and she stroked them softly. "What happened? Was it fucking me? My breasts....are so...tender." "Yes dear, they will be tender for a day or two. But you are fine, the plant did not hurt you." She beckoned the naked girl to stand and began to lead her to another room. It was the woman's private room where she would keep Sara for several days. Her special flower that was able to intoxicate her sweet victims would keep the beautiful agent under control while the old woman would enjoy Sara's body. "Come with me dear. Let me care for you," she said as she wrapped an arm around the girl's waist to guide her along. Her other hand moved to the girl's lovely breasts and stroked them lightly. Sara shivered at her touch. "Where are we going? What is happening to me?" "Don't worry Sara, I will care for you now. You will stay with me for several days and I will love you." Sara just looked at the older woman as she let herself be guided into the darkened room. Once inside, the woman shut the door as she smiled to herself over her good fortune. ------------------------------------------------------- The End.....for now.