When Cassandra leaned up against one of the trees that sprouted the many strong vines, the plants began their attack. They wrapped around her ankles and swept her feet right out from underneath her, allowing her to lay on the ground for just a moment before she was hiked up into the air by the strong appendages. Dozens more vines swept in around her, practically encompassing her whole body. They were more familiar with the simple cloths that the tribals that once lived near La Agujero Oculto wore, and were stymied, albeit momentarily, by the tight tanktop that Cassandra wore, and the bra underneath that. Unaware of the discomfort it may have caused her, the vines began to rip at the cloth, until all of her clothes were shredded and lying on the ground.<br/><br/>Amber was not immediately attacked, but as she backpedaled in terror, several vines came up to trip her. As she landed on her back, more vines wrapped around her ankles, waist and wrists, and began to drag her away from her companion, bringing her closer to one of the squat plant pods, which was beginning to bloom. The communicator trees, which were constantly releasing pollen into the air and controlled all of the vines of the grove, had communicated to the other plants that it was time, that they had acquired hosts for their seeds. The blossom of the pod featured one, thick phallus-like pistil, and several multi-colored petals that would be breathtaking if the pistil was not so menacing. It throbbed, nearly a foot long, ready to penetrate its host. as Amber was dragged towards the plant, her own clothes were shredded as well, the mighty tug of the powerful vines bruising her skin as her clothes were torn from her. With her head directly below the plant, the pistil began to probe her face, until it found the opening of her lips, and it tried to invade that hole.<br/><br/>Hanging upside down, Cassandra felt the blood rushing to her head, but then something else too, something she could not see from her disadvantaged angle. Tentacles were probing at her sex, as well as her anus, and they were smearing a thick, pungent lubricant around the entrance of those holes, preparing her to be penetrated. Besides the cries of the two beleaguered women, there were no other sounds that penetrated La Agujero Oculto at all. No insects, birds or other animals dared to try the grove when it was alive as it was now.