Ada Wong watched through the divider as the young woman was driven to orgasm after orgasm by the plant mutant.

Following Claire into the secret underground labs had been a good plan, and Ada could hardly be blamed for Claire failing. She’d already unwillingly helped the mysterious spy get deeper into the complex than any normal civilian could have managed.

Ada briefly considered rescuing Claire from her predicament, but who knew how long she had, or what dangers lurked within the facility. Besides, Claire seemed to be enjoying herself, judging by the pleasured cries and constant begging for more.

The pheromones leaking into the lab were also affecting Ada, and underneath her tight crimson colored dress her pussy throbbed. Watching the young woman in the other room reach climax after climax left Ada short on breath, she found herself rubbing circles around her stomach as she allowed herself a moment of voyeurism.

Claire shook, screaming out as a particularly intense orgasm ravaged her young body, seemingly lasting forever. Ada swallowed, very nearly driven to a sympathetic climax of her own. Under the dim red emergency lighting she shimmered, a sheen of sweat covering her exposed skin. She blushed and turned away from the erotic sight, leaving to continue her investigation.

According to the files Ada had found scattered around, she was able to piece together what the scientists had gotten up to. Apparently their mind altering pheremones had proven to be a powerful aphrodisiac, able to leave a target desperate and begging for relief wherever they could find it, and who knows what the project had mutated into once the g-virus got mixed in.

She found a single functioning laptop, someone had left it closed during the blackout and it had retained enough power for Ada to break in and hopefully find something useful. Seemingly it had been hooked up to a camera, and a group of video files remained, unencrypted and titled simply one through five.

The first four were not especially interesting, very technical but not specific, including an interview with a young woman, but video five immediately caught her interest. On screen was the same woman, clothed in a simple skirt and tee. She was restrained, hands bolted above her head. The video was silent, but from the expression on the woman’s face she had clearly not given consent. As she struggled in her restraints, all around her panels in the wall opened up, and her demeanor changed dramatically.

Her eyes, suddenly half lidded, became unfocused, her chest heaved with deep, labored breaths. Out of the holes came a gaggle of tendrils, each tipped with a brightly colored bulb. As they reached for their victim the video froze, and Ada let out a sigh of disappointment. Ada copied the files to her portable drive, all the while breathing in the pheromone filled air. One detail looked important: clipped to the woman’s skirt was a keycard that Ada just knew she would need.

The femme fatale made her way further into the labs. The sweet scent wafting in the air alongside the stifling heat left Ada lightheaded, her dress clung obscenely to her curves. Between her legs her sex dripped and throbbed. A quick search led her to the room from the video. Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward, and the door slid open automatically.

The stink of sex filled Ada’s nose immediately, her legs shook and her mind blanked for several seconds as she was overwhelmed.

Still restrained inside, the young woman was flat against the wall. Her eyes were closed, her mouth hung open, drooling. Beneath her clothes the tendrils squirmed obscenely, Ada could make out every little movement as they claimed her shuddering form. Ada took a wobbly step forward, reaching out for the keycard that now seemed impossibly far away.

The woman came, crying out as the plants drove her to a mind breaking climax. In the back of Ada’s mind she imagined just how long the scientist had been trapped there, unable to escape as she was driven over the edge countless times. Ada’s eyes closed, just for a second, and her pheromone riddled mind filled with filthy fantasies. When they reopened Ada found that she had unconsciously positioned herself next to the other woman, and her hands reached for another pair of restraints.

Her brain screamed at her, fighting against her urges, begging Ada to get the hell out of there as fast as her legs would carry her, but her brain lost. As the restraints clicked into place Ada felt a chill down her spine. She had sealed her fate. There was no turning back now.

Around her the walls split open, flooding the air with that wonderful scent, and tendrils slithered through the gaps. Ada’s arms and torso were quickly restrained by them, sliding all over her body. Down below, a tendril climbed up each of her stocking clad legs. As the plants climbed over her, they also made their way up and under her pantyhose and lacy black panties. The bulbs rubbed at the delicate flesh hidden beneath. As they were moistened by her juices, they flowered, and the petals pressed against her sex, massaging her labia while gently spreading her open. Ada groaned in delight.

The flowers, stuffed into her tight panties, lovingly lapped at her drooling sec. All over her body tendrils climbed under her dress, rubbing against her body beneath her tight clothes. Her breasts were attacked from every angle, tendrils encircling the tender flesh, squeezing and massaging. Between her dripping thighs, the petals lovingly lapped at her, one lapping at her soft pussy lips while the other tickled her swollen nub.

Ada’s legs gave out beneath her, the only thing keeping her in place was the mass of tentacles roaming under her dress. Time seemed to slow down as the mutated plants molested Ada, her breaths came faster, more desperate. A climax quickly approached and, right as the feeling started to wash over her, the flowers stuffed into her panties pulled away from her sex.

Ada’s eyes flew open and she thrust her hips, trying to get herself off. Under her dress the other tendrils continued to tease her, but not enough to push her over the edge. Finally, once her breathing returned to normal and the tingling faded away, the flowers reattached to her own flower and started eating her out once more.

That wonderful feeling returned, but right as her climax approached again Ada was once wore denied release. For the first time she fought her restraints, desperate to get off.

Again and again Ada was edged. Each time the feeling was stronger, more intense, but the plant was careful to leave her desperate. She cried and begged, the other woman had come several times while Ada was endlessly teased, the sounds of her release only made the teasing worse.

Ada struggled as the tendrils teased her body but denied her the ultimate release. Her lungs burned and her swollen pussy felt like it was on fire.

Suddenly the flowers changed tactics. The tendrils on her body stopped moving, and every petal between her legs started rapidly whipping against her clit, increasing their frequency until it was just a blur of mind blowing pleasure. The teasing had left Ada weak and super sensitive, and the sudden abuse of her live button broke her.

With a cry of ecstasy Ada finally reached the peak, but the petals didn’t let up, pushing her ever higher. Ada was no stranger to mind blowing climaxes, but that didn’t come close to describing what she was experiencing. Back arched, eyes rolled into her head, Ada temporarily lost her vision. Even the sound of her screaming faded into the background.

Finally, she collapsed into the tendrils, the only movement came from the frenzy in her panties. Fully broken, Ada’s orgasm continued even as she was unable to give a response, and it would be quite a while before it faded away.