((Welcome, Kanosint!))<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div><span style="font-style: italic">Even the field full of useful plants had been ravaged, though many of the plants had survived and many humans had not. Bodies littered the area, drained of blood or killed by deadly spores; many a plant stood silently, the shapely forms squeezed into their stems or between their leaves proof that they had fed on the ones that had grown them. Here and there, feeble jerks inside some plants gave testimony that not all the meals were quite dead yet. </span></div></blockquote><br/><br/>When the clan members were gathering near the manor, waiting to hear Melissa's speech, by doing so they were ignoring the helpless victims claimed by the clan's "helpful" supply plants.  Most of the humans devoured alive were dead now, but not all of them were, and those still breathing had recovered their sanity only to discover they were being digested whole.  Feeble twitches and muffled screams of terror and agony marked the locations of the meals that hadn't quite succumbed yet.<br/><br/>One of the well-fed plants, a juvenile Penus WomanTrap, stood straight and motionless, the small form inside of it twitching occasionally.  Its two frying-pan shaped leaves were upright, their tendriled edges locked together but allowing air inside for its victim to keep breathing.  Though small, the shape inside the leaves was visibly not that of a child: a curvy outline with hips and breasts could be clearly seen through the leaves.  Though she stood in the hollow of its stem, which concealed her lower body, enough of her thighs could be seen for onlookers --- not that there were any --- to see that her legs were spread...<br/><br/>Inside the plant's squeezing leaves, the young woman squirmed.  Though little movement could be seen from outside, it wasn't because she was near death; she'd gotten caught only a few hours ago, just shortly before sanity had returned to the tribe, and to her.  No, she was simply a physically weak girl... not a good thing in a world such as this one.  Her odds of living as many years as she had so far had been slim... or should have been, at least...<br/><br/>She'd been attracted to the plant's sweet, nutritious pool of ooze.  She'd climbed mindlessly into the hollow of its stem, standing there and scooping up mouthfuls of the delicious bait; the leaves had closed up, trapping her inside, and the plant's stamen had emerged from the base of the stem and had slid up between her legs, aiming for her sex.  It had found her rump instead, and hadn't cared that the aperture had been the tighter of the two alternatives.  As long as it was able to pump its digestive juices into her body, it didn't care what hole it got...<br/><br/>She was going to be digested alive from within, her anus impaled on the plant's large stamen... but oddly enough, the sounds any (nonexistent) passerby would hear from her might not sound entirely unhappy...