Lust from Space!

"I think," Sara said, trying to purge some of the crazed lust from her system. "I think I may have found what we were looking for."

"I'll say!" Lucy giggled, kissing Sara again.

Carefully, while Lucy held her canteen open, Sara scooped a tiny bit of water from one of the pools and let it pour gently into the metal vessel. Lucy closed the canteen and shook it lightly to dilute the nectar. As they resumed their trek to find their mother, they discussed how they would get the mixture to her. Sara suggested switching the canteens, but Lucy said that with things the way they were, any slight change might arouse suspicion. She instead suggested that they try to get some of the mixture into their mother's canteen, but neither of them could figure out how. Sara suggested that maybe they could find an excuse to get the water on their mother's hands. Anything she ate after that might be infused with just enough of the nectar to jumpstart the woman's sensitivity to the ambient vapors. They decided they would try that.

As they walked along, the girls' urgency waned. They knew what they were going to do, and just needed to run into Maggie eventually. Along the way, they ran into the fruit tree that Sara had seen on her first visit. As it turned out, the glowing orange fruits were not fruits at all, but low-hanging pods of some sort. Lucy said they looked like giant glowing medicine capsules, and Sara bent to pick one up with the intention of shoving the oblong pod into her sister's mouth. They had both become increasingly horny after the incident with the nectar, and Sara had begun wondering what her little sister would look like with a cock in her mouth. This was next best thing, she thought.

But as soon as she picked it up, it began to buzz as if it were full of bees or electricity. Sara grabbed her sister to her, kissing her and wedging the broad side of the pod between the girl's legs. "Oh, fuck!" Lucy gasped as Sara kissed her neck. "Oh, whoa!" Sara rocked the pod back and forth like a seesaw, her sister's clothed clit at the center. Lucy moaned and grabbed Sara's ass. The older sister raised her lips to her sister's ear, about to whisper dirty nothings, when they heard a shriek echo down the corridor. Sara dropped the pod, and when she did, it broke off from the vine. It still glowed, and when Sara bent to pick it up, it resumed its buzzing. The shriek in the distance was Maggie's, though, and she didn't have any more time to play with the pod. Stuffing it into her daypack, she and Lucy started off down the hallway. When they got to the source, they knew exactly where they were.

The girls stood just inside the doorway to the room with the vine-covered tree they had enjoyed so much. Instead of feeling lust and anticipation, they felt aggression, fear, and pain, some of it was their own, and some of it was being broadcast. Neither of them had known the plants to display any sort of unsolicited brutality, and were shocked to see their mother being attacked by the thorny bushes. She had apparently hacked her way toward the tree before being subdued by the inner ring of bushes, who were not treating her gently. All the girls could see was a flurry of leaves and petals, accompanied by their mother's screams, so they bolted toward the battle to try and get a better look. When they arrived, their mother was strapped to the ground by rough, thorny branches, her skin cut and bleeding and her clothes torn. A spiked branch had reached up through the bottom of woman's shirt and cut it open down the middle, tearing her bra off in the process. Maggie's ample breasts were exposed and her chest and belly were scratched severely.

"Hey!" shouted Lucy. All activity instantly ceased. The bushes still held their mother to the ground, but the assault had ended.

"Girls!" cried their mother, bleeding significantly from the wrists, where thorns still gripped her. "Girls! Oh, god! Watch out for the plants!"

"It's OK!" Sara said, tears welling up in her eyes, truly afraid for her mother. "It's OK! Hold on!"

"Quick!" Maggie called to her. "The knife! Cut me free!"

Sara went from worried to appalled and repelled. Still, she had to get her mother free somehow. She pulled the knife from the side of the pack, and it shined a rainbow amongst the glowing plants around them. A thorny branch crept up behind her, and Maggie saw it, but just as it was about to wrap itself around Sara's wrist, she put her hand up to it. "It's OK," she said softly. The plant hesitated for a moment and then backed off. Sara turned to her mother. "This knife?" Sara sheathed the knife, unclipped the sheath from her pack, and tossed it away, into the thicket of angry thorns.

The woman stared at her daughters. They were the same girls, she could tell, but they had changed, too, somehow. "Why?" Maggie asked sadly. From her vantage point, pinned, back to the ground, wrists and ankles bound by razor sharp thorns, she could see no way out but death.

Lucy moved farther out of the thicket and knelt by her side. Maggie noticed that the bushes went out of their way to not scratch the girl. "Don't worry," the girl said gently, seeing the confusion in her mother's eyes. "Just relax."

"I was just coming in here to set up the last-" Lucy put a finger over her mother's lips to stop the lies.

"Bomb?" Sara said, still angry, but feeling, both her own and from the plants, a new sense of hope for this situation.

Maggie tried to respond, but Lucy stared her down. "It's OK," the blonde girl said. "We knew before we even came out here."

"Why?" Sara demanded. "Why destroy this? Do you even know what it is?"

Their mother relaxed, resigning. "We weren't supposed to know," she said, closing her eyes. "Your father and I, we don't work for the Geological Foundation."

"No shit," Sara said, gruffly.

"Hey!" Lucy, scolded her sister. "Be nice. She's telling the truth. Can't you tell?" Sara could tell, could almost see the difference between truths and lies, and it blew her mind. She looked wide-eyed at Lucy, who nodded at her, wordlessly confirming that the concentrated nectar they had exposed themselves to had opened more doors in their minds than the lust that, even now, coursed through their bodies.

"So," Sara said, kneeling on the other side of their mother, "who do you work for?"

"Does it matter?"

"It does to me."

"We work for-AAH!!" Maggie's attempted lie was interrupted when the branches pinning her wrists tightened. "It's not an official organization! It's a global group! The only person I know in it is your father." The branches loosened. "Please," their mother said, grunting from the pain, "let me go."

Lucy brushed the woman's scratched cheek with the tips of her fingers. "We will," she said softly. "I promise. But we just need to know how to fix this."

"What are you?" their mother asked.

"Mommy!" Lucy said, taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"You're not my daughters," Maggie said, fear in her voice. "What did you do to them?"

"Oh, god," Lucy said, sadly. "It's us! It's us! I promise!"

"Mom," Sara said. The woman's head turned to face her. She had recognized that tone-it sounded like their father. "We found something down here-something amazing, something that we're still figuring out. It's definitely changed us, but we're still us."

"Believe me," Lucy said, shedding her daypack and unzipping it. "When we figured out you guys brought bombs camping, I asked my self where our parents were. I mean, who brings their children to a bombing?"

"Seriously," Sara said. "But it's OK now."

"This," said their mother, "is far from OK."

"I meant it will be," Sara said. "We just have to figure out a way to get out of this."

"We can't let you destroy this place," Lucy said. "Why would you want to, anyway?"

"We didn't," Maggie said. "We had no idea what was down here. We just had orders."

"Orders!" scoffed Sara.

"Obeying those orders put you through school," Maggie said. "They put clothes on our backs, food on the table, and when we died, you girls would have been taken care of."

"Would we have had to follow orders, too? Think carefully before you answer," Sara said.

"I don't know," her mother admitted, a truth that clearly troubled her. "We didn't think so at first, but as you got older, things started to change. I think maybe."

Lucy handed her sister the canteen from her pack. Sara uncapped it, and Maggie's eyes went wide. She must think it's poison, Sara thought. "Allow me to countermand every order you've ever been given," she said, pouring a tiny amount of water into her hand. Passing her hand over the scratches that streaked crimson up the middle of her mother's chest, she let water dribble down onto the woman's skin. When her hand was empty, she rubbed the water droplets into her mother's wounds.

Maggie gasped at first in fear and then in pleasure. "What-" she stammered. "What are you doing?"

The branches digging their thorns into the woman's wrists eased back enough that she could raise her head without too much pain. Lucy braced her mother's blonde head with her hands. "Watch," said Lucy. As the three of them watched, the deep scratches healed. The sisters noticed, too, that the nipples on their mother's increasingly delicious-looking breasts had gone as hard as marbles.

"Uhh," Maggie groaned when the raw, tingling pleasure from her healing chest collided with the pain from her bloody wrists and ankles. Lucy dipped a finger into what moisture remained between her mother's breasts, and streaked it across a cut on the woman's cheek. It, too, began to heal. "How?"

Lucy kept running her moist finger over her mother's cheek until the wound had completely disappeared. "We don't really know," she said. "We didn't really even know about this until just now."

"If I can get your feet loose, do you promise not to freak out and fight?" Sara asked, a finger stroking one of the thorny branches that dug into her mother's ankles.

"Yes," Maggie said. Sara felt the truth in it, but had to be sure.

"I guess you've figured out that we have some influence here, but if you fight again," she said. "I don't know if that will save any of us."

"I promise," Maggie said. With that, to the woman's amazement, her eldest daughter took the thorny branch between her thumb and forefinger, and as if she was picking up a lacy piece of laundry, lifted the limp plant from her ankle and set it down in the dirt, where it wound its way back to the thicket. She did the same with the neighboring ankle, and then took the canteen and poured a trickling of water on each ankle. Waves of pleasure washed up Maggie's legs. "Ahh!" she cried feeling an ecstatic pleasure mix with the sweet relief.

"Does that feel better," Lucy said, stroking her fingers through her Maggie's hair, knowing that her mother liked the feeling as much as she did.

"What is it?" Maggie asked, as Sara massaged the moisture into her rapidly healing wounds.

"Just water," Sara said, "mixed with the pollen from one of the plants. It pools in the blossoms of one of the plants on the lower decks."

"Decks?" Maggie asked.

"Mm hmm," Lucy said, still massaging her mother's head. "We can show you later, if you like. Would you like me to do your wrists?"

"Yes," Maggie said. "Please." Just as her sister had done, Maggie's youngest daughter plucked the thorny branches gently from her wrists. When she did, though, Maggie sat up and covered her breasts with her hands.

"Come on," Lucy said, squeezing her hand between her mother's hand and her breast, taking her mother's hand in hers. Sara knew the girl was secretly getting off on feeling the woman's breast. "You've been exposed the entire time and you're covering yourself now?"

"But-"

"But nothing," the girl said. "I can't get the water on if you're all clenched up."

Maggie reluctantly let her youngest daughter pull her hand from her breast, and as Sara handed her sister the canteen, the older girl ogled her mother's breast. Out of the corner of her eye, Maggie thought she noticed this, but when the trickle of water hit her wrist, she felt electric. Pulling her hand away, she held her wrist up to examine it. Almost instantly, the wounds had disappeared, replaced by a pleasure she had never known. And there was something else, too, some kind of energy that wriggled its way up her spine. "Oh, god, baby!" she said to Lucy, stroking the girl's hair. "Thank you!"

Lucy just smiled and extended her other hand, which her mother took more readily, exposing her breasts fully. When Lucy trickled water on the last of their mother's wounds, something connected inside the woman. "Ahhh..." Maggie sighed falling back onto the ground, and closing her eyes. The girls looked at each other, eyebrows raised.

When Maggie opened her eyes again, she felt a sense just out of her reach, and trying to access it made her want to access it even more. She saw her daughters kneeling there next to her, and saw the canteen Lucy held. Before her daughters knew what she was doing, she grabbed the canteen and had chugged most of it down before Lucy could grab it back. Maggie crashed back down to the ground, a hundred thousand different doors opening in her mind.

When she came to, Maggie saw her daughters looking down at her again, this time a little more worried than before. "Is this what you girls found down here?" Maggie asked.

"Sort of," Sara said, skeptically. "Where are we with the whole blowing this place up thing?"

"Stalled," their mother said frankly. "At least until I know what this place is."

"It's a flying saucer," Lucy said.

"Excuse me?" Maggie asked. Now that her system had been opened, lustful thoughts had been swirling around her head like demons. She hadn't felt so sexually frustrated or confused since she was a teenager. "I'm having trouble concentrating."

"It's a flying saucer," Lucy repeated.

"Like a spaceship," Sara said. "At least we think so."

"Really," said their mother, disbelieving. "So why's it parked under a lake?"

"It's out of power," Sara said flatly.

"But we've been recharging it," Lucy said, smiling deviously.

"Oh, and how is that?"

Sara stood up, took Maggie's hand, and helped her off the ground. Lucy got up, too, and took her mother's other hand. Approaching the tree, almost to the trunk, Sara said, "You see this tree? It was completely dark when I found it." Indeed, now the veins that seemed to course under the bark glowed a warm golden color.

When Maggie reached out to touch the tree, a vine snapped down like a whip and grabbed her hand. When she tried to free her hand, another vine bound her free hand, spreading them and pulling upward, forcing Maggie to stand up straight on the balls of her feet. She shrieked again and struggled wildly. When soft roots popped from the soil and wound their way up her legs until they wrapped around her knees, she screamed, thrashing wildly. The roots pulled her knees firmly against the ground, the vines keeping her arms stretched above her. "Oh, god! Help me!" she cried, expecting something horrible to come next. When nothing happened, she calmed down enough to notice her daughters looking at her.

Lucy approached and ran her fingers through her kneeling mother's hair. "Just try to enjoy yourself," she said, her finger tracing a trail over Maggie's shoulder and down to her breast, where it rested on her nipple. Lucy was surprised and pleased to feel the firmness of her mother's breast. Maggie, too shocked for words almost failed to notice that behind Lucy, Sara was taking her shoes off. Turning on her heel, Lucy joined her sister and removed her own shoes.

When both girls stood barefoot in the dirt, Lucy spoke: "Sara, remember when I said I was going to go insane if I didn't taste your pussy?"

"How could I forget?"

Lucy grabbed her sister's shirt and pulled her into a wanton kiss. "You wouldn't want me to go insane, would you?"

"Definitely not," Sara said, reaching down and lifting her sister's shirt over her head in one motion. In a flick of the older girl's fingers, Lucy's bra popped off and slipped down over her shoulders. In turn, Lucy pulled off her sister's top, leaving both girls topless and kissing wildly. Maggie felt ashamed. Or, at least, she was doing her best to feel that way. If she was feeling shame about anything, it was that the show was slowly beginning to turn her on. She knew that doors to lust and desire had been opened, and had felt that this place was feeding that somehow, but she couldn't turn any of it off. Maggie watched as her youngest daughter kissed her way down her Sara's chest, caressing the older girl's nipples with her tongue. As Sara moaned softly from the blonde girl's treatment of what Maggie recognized as really nice, pert breasts, the younger girl's fingers undid and slid off the older girl's shorts. After kicking off her shorts, Sara slid Lucy's off.

Before Sara could go any further, Lucy pushed her back up against the trunk of the tree and resumed kissing and nibbling her nipples. Slowly, the girl started kissing her way down her older sister's belly and hips, stopping just above Sara's hairless pussy. Maggie watched, transfixed. This was about to happen, she thought. She knew she should want to stop it, but looking at her daughters' tight young bodies made her hot in a way she had never felt before. "Oh, no no no no no..." she moaned hollowly.

Lucy's tongue ran down her sister's slit, and the older girl moaned, inching her hips forward. Maggie watched as her little blonde daughter licked around Sara's pussy lips, round and round, until she flicked the older girl's clit, eliciting a moan. Maggie struggled against her bonds. "Lucy! Sara!" she snapped. "What are you doing?" In response, her youngest daughter licked and sucked her older sister with even more passion.

Sara, moaning louder through her panting, undid the band that tied her hair into a bob, letting her straight reddish brown locks fall down almost to her shoulders. As the girl leaned on the tree, Maggie noticed that the tree's golden glow was brighter around the area where she touched it. Had this been what they meant when her daughters said they were powering the spaceship? As she thought about it, a vine dropped down onto her and draped around her neck. She yelped from surprise and fear.

Pulling her face from between her sister's legs, Lucy cooed, "Ooh! Sara! Check it out!" Sara, breathing heavily, turned and saw the vine start to glow. Maggie saw it, too, and was worried at first, until she saw that her daughters seemed completely unconcerned. In fact, she thought, they looked pleased. They stepped closer until they stood right in front of her, and then kneeled.

Maggie drew in a breath as, right in front of her face, the first of the glowing green tendrils sprouted from the vine. She could see that it was covered in fine little hairs, like peach fuzz, and as it curled around, caressing the nape of her neck, she felt butterflies in her stomach. As the tendrils sprouted by the dozens some began winding into her hair. Despite herself, she let out a pleasured breath. More crept down her ribs, teasing a special spot there, and settling in the small of her back. She felt self-conscious as her daughters watched the tiny glowing vines tease her body, but she couldn't help arching her back as a ripple of ecstasy traveled up from the base of her spine. Even more of the tendrils went down her chest, and wound their way to her breasts and nipples. "Ahhh!" she gasped as she felt the electric pleasure.

"How does it feel?" Lucy asked.

"G-good," Maggie said, her mind a blur of lust and ecstasy.

Sara leaned in and spoke softly. "Did you like watching us?"

Maggie hesitated. "You," she paused and let out a sigh as tendrils teased her inner thighs. "You're sisters."

"We never got along before," Lucy said, scooting forward, just in front of Sara, mostly to block her sister's aggressive vibes.