As the slimy tongue of a Venus Mantrap slithers down towards Luth the Red... it heaves and puckers as it shits out the sticky skeleton of the girl that had previously occupied its warm stomach sac. The goopy remains showering over Luth are the first sign he gets that something is terribly wrong.<br/><br/>The infestation has been there a while... every time the city guard has sent in a junior member to burn it out, they've ended up with one less guard on the payroll. The merchants haven't seen fit to complain about it. with thousands of girls rolling through the alley daily, losing one or two a month really doesn't seem that urgent. After all, they all know only to move past them when they're full and wiggling. If they see still bones inside its thick green skin, its better to let somebody else walk past first. You never know when it'll decide to make room for seconds. After all, a well-fed Mantrap can take weeks to finish digesting its food.<br/><br/>The Venus Mantrap latches onto Luth viciously, around his throat, jerking the muscle-bound barbarian up off his feet. The Hellhound falls from his shoulder as he reaches up to try to remove the vice from choking the life out of him. He kicks boldly as it lifts him towards the creature's widening pink sucker maw. His erection remains hard, courtesy of his asphyxiation, pushing up this loincloth, even as he pees through it, a dribble of urine splashing against the unnoticed bones under his feet; victims that should have alerted him to the danger had he been more observant.<br/><br/>Luth's face turns a peculiar shade of purple while he convulses fast, trying to shake the beast from him. There are five of six pods above him, most already filled with the writhing outlines of doomed girls, their breasts and faces stretching the outside walls of the Mantraps as they tried futilely for escape. He can hear them screaming inside their sacs above the din of the crowds. Most of the plants are full, but some of them have gone still, carrying only the thin outlines of digested bones, ready to be expelled.<br/><br/>"Ooorrraaaaa........ Hee....lp...... meee.: the barbarian gasps in a hoarse whisper, the most he can manage between pathetic grunts and groans. Tears streaming uncontrollably down his broad face. His tongue protrudes thickly from between his lips. He swings in the air as the tongue slowly lifts him up to be eaten. The chances of Ora getting into Luth's loincloth are fast diminishing.<br/><br/>The plant's salivating mouth descends to welcome his slick struggling body into its whole.