Author's note: This story is being posted on behalf of my good friend Phill who played an invaluable role in drafting this story.

Kimberley of the Kongo Part 13.

Kongo, Africa. Present day.

“Unnhhh!!! Oohhh!!!” moaned Kimberley, writhing desperately to free herself from the clinging, insidious vines wrapped around her lithe, naked body, as the stamen of the plant that held her advanced slowly and remorselessly towards her naked, defenceless groin. Her immense jungle strength should have snapped the vines easily, but she was helpless before the relentless molestation of her long, bronzed
thighs and firm, naked breasts, draining her power and her will, her mind filled with thoughts of sex.

“No!” she gasped, “not there!”, watching in horror as the large, rod-like stamen, covered in fine, pollen-laden hairs began to probe at her vagina, teasing, tantalising her. “Unnnnhh!! Oooohhhh!!! OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! OHHHHHHH!!!” Kimberley moaned, as the relentless sexual stimulation finally overwhelmed her will, her body arching as a powerful orgasm flooded her senses. “AAIIIIEEEE!! OOOHHHH!!! OOOHHHH!!!” Kimberley screamed, as the vines pulled her suspended body down hard upon the stamen. Another series of orgasms coursed through her, as the stamen filled her vagina, the fine hairs undulating along its length and teasing her most sensitive areas beyond endurance.

Suspended in the air, the beauteous jungle heroine was powerless to prevent the vines binding her pulling her again and again onto the stamen, its firm length thrusting deeply within her, flooding her senses, arousing her beyond all limits. She could feel the evil effect of the pollen growing within her, as more and more of it was rubbed deep into her groin, causing her over-stimulated erogenous zones to become even more sensitive. Kimberley’s long mane of raven hair tossed from side to side as she struggled to control the overwhelming sexual urges within her, but her resistance was futile and eventually one moment of weakness led to her will being overcome once more.”OOOOHHHH!!!!! OOOHHHHHH!!!! UUUNNNGHGHHH!!! OOOOHHH!!! OOOHHHH!!! OOOOOOHHHHNNNNGHGHH!!!” she gasped, as massive, drawn-out orgasm left her mind and body throbbing in the afterglow.

At its peak, she felt a warm surge within her vagina, as the stamen released a deluge of what felt like warm, sticky sap. Kimberley hung limply within the grip of the vines, as they continued to molest her naked, shapely body. As her torment continued, she became steadily aware of her breasts; not just the vines curled around her shapely mounds capped by her now rock-hard nipples, which in turn were teased, pulled and tormented until they stood proud and firm. She could feel her jungle boobs swelling, growing, almost perceptibly. “What, what is this thing doing to me?” Kimberley gasped, as she saw her small but shapely breasts grow before her eyes, until they were much larger, more curvaceous. The vines grew to match her newly enlarged chest, slithering slowly around their firm, naked curves. The increased surface area of her boobs now molested by the vines seemed to multiply the arousal exponentially, as they groped, squeezed, stoked the firm,
bronzed mounds of her amazing naked chest.

Kimberley’s eyes widened further as two more vines curled up in front of her, waving like hypnotised snakes before her breasts. Slowly, the buds at the ends of the vines split open, and two cup-shaped blue flowers appeared, thick leathery petals lined with more pollen-laden hairs, with a ring-shaped hole at the middle, the flower growing to match her expanded chest. “What else can you do to me?” Kimberley pleaded, uncertainty growing within her as the vines slipped away from her rock hard nipples and slowly off the curves of her
breasts, leaving them clear before the wavering menace of the flowers. Even the vines puling her body onto the plant’s stamen paused, holding the captured jungle heroine immobile before them.

“Noo!!” Kimberley moaned, as the flowers began to slowly move towards her defenceless breasts. She struggled against the vines binding her, but it was useless as they held her arms pinned fast to her sides, and the flowers lowered with agonising slowness onto the soft, curvaceous skin of her naked chest....“OOOHHHHH!!!! OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” she screamed, as the blue flowers cupped every inch of her newly swollen mounds. As the petals touched her boobs, her nipples slipped into each of the rings at the centre of the flowers. As soon as they draped over her skin, the flowers began undulating, groping her imprisoned breasts. Her rock hard nipples felt like they were being sucked at, as the hairs on the inside of the petals rubbed more and more pollen directly into the skin of her breasts. With a firm grip on her breasts, the vines holding her resumed their rhythmic pulling of her body onto the stamen. “OOOHHHH!!!!! OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!! UUUUUNNNGGGHGHHH!!!!” screamed Kimberley, as a series of mind-blowing orgasms exploded within her.

Desperately she struggled to regain control of her senses and suppress the seemingly inevitable flood to the next climax. “Wha...what is it doing...ohhh.. t...t.to meeee!!!” Kimberley panted, as the flowers continued to suck at her breasts. “Is....is it uummmm, milking me?”she gasped, as she felt liquid squirting through her nipples with each insistent suck. No, not milk she thought. She could feel what remained of her strength and will with every pull at her defenceless chest, as if her very life force was being drained through her nipples. The plant was feeding on her sexual energy! Panic began to flood Kimberley’s mind; how could she escape a peril that exploited her
greatest weakness?

As she desperately searched for any way of escape, the lascivious plant continued to ravish the capture heroine,
stimulating every curve of her voluptuous body, the stamen driving again and again into her defenceless groin, the leathery flowers groping and sucking at her jungle boobs, draining her strength and, as the arousal built inevitably once more to yet another climax...”OOOHHH!!! OOOOOHHHH!!! OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” screamed the Heroine of the Kongo, as another orgasm obliterated all awareness of anything other than the molestation of her nubile body. She continued to struggle, knowing deep within her that she was powerless to escape her fate....

To be continued......