((Dunno if Borb's out, he'd just vanished is all.  However I just heard from him, so maybe he's not out.  Thanks for sticking with it, Amy-Chan!))<br/><br/>Trish watched as Seras tried desperately to force Jenn off the plant's stamen.  Bobbie and the other girls were straining and groaning, and the WomanTrap's leaves were slowly pulling back together... if Seras didn't get a move on, she was going to get trapped inside along with Jenn, who didn't seem to be moving very much.  The anally-impaled dancer seemed to be leaving all the work to the redheaded Retriever... and it was hard to tell whether it was because Jenn was too exhausted, too content with her situation, or just too lazy to try.<br/><br/>Trish waited, watching curiously, wondering what would happen.  Would Seras get Jenn free, or would she escape alone?  If the other girls failed to keep the plant open, would they have the strength to part the leaves again, or would Trish really have to abandon them both to their fate?  Her body shivered at the thought, but it wasn't from horror... no matter how many girls died before her eyes, there was always something strangely arousing about it, for her...<br/><br/>Seras seemed to come to a decision, almost too late though.  She leaned forward --- though pressed together as the two girls were, she didn't have to move much, despite that their crushed breasts were a bit of a hindrance --- and kissed Jenn softly.  A kiss goodbye, and goodspeed, Trish realized immediately.  Jenn responded to the kiss, weakly but calmly, so Seras even took the time to hug the small girl tight as well.  Trish felt emotionally touched, somehow, but her shiver of pleasure was due mostly to the sight of the leaves almost closing up on them as they held thus.  It was... an aesthetically pleasing sight...<br/><br/>Seras then turned and, grunting, squeezed her way through the plant's spiky leaves.  The spikes seemed to grip her flesh, but she slipped out and tumbled to the ground, gasping and wheezing.  Seras had just enough time to see Jenn smile weakly before the girls around the plant all fell to the ground and the plant closed up, sealing the small dancer within once more.<br/><br/>It was... unusual.  As though the WomanTrap was celebrating its victory, it started moving in a way Trish had never seen before.  Its stem seemed to pulsate a bit... and through the gap at the base of the leaves, she was surprised to see that thick stamen suddenly start moving, up and down, burying itself up Jenn's stretched anus again and again.  She suspected the plant was trying to pull the girl back deeper into its stem, but with its leaves squeezing her the result was that it was holding her tight and thrusting into her quivering body.<br/><br/>Jenn was squirming again, her legs moving feebly... but there was no doubt about it this time: the muffled moans coming from inside the plant were heavy with lust, and barely tinged with pain or fear.  Seras hadn't rescued the girl, but it seemed she had at least made sure her end would be... more to her liking.<br/><br/>"Well," Trish managed after a few minutes of watching, during which many of the other girls seemed just as turned on as she was.  "Well.  Ya didn't<span style="font-style: italic">exactly</span>do yer job, Seras --- you should be in there with her, really --- but I think this has turned into a win-win situation for evrybody involved."  Jenn let out a loud, drawn-out moan, and her body clenched visibly inside the plant as the stamen's work brought about results.  "Hee, yep, Jenn just agreed, hee hee... ahem."  She scratched at her right breast.  The nipple was erect and hard... why weren't any of the men around right now, when she'd actually be<span style="font-style: italic">ready</span>for one?  "Well... we should leave these two together... and move on."<br/><br/>Reluctantly, she turned away, leaving Jenn to her fate... which wouldn't be so terrible, after all, it seemed.  Besides, she had a feeling that Jenn would live on in some way...<br/><br/>The other women followed her, also leaving Jenn reluctantly, though none of them appeared to want to attempt another rescue.  Their existence having been reduced to what it was today, few humans would be able to witness such a scene and honestly claim it wasn't exciting to them.<br/><br/>They continued along the plants, checking for more survivors.  There seemed to be none; most plants killed their prey too quickly for a rescue to be attempted even a single hour later.  Still, they quietly fed the corpses they were dragging to the unfed plants, making sure the garden would be as safe as possible for cleanup efforts later.<br/><br/>In the end, they did find one more survivor.  Trish led them to a Passive Pitcher Plant, and she saw that its large pitcher was sealed shut.  In its stem, the form of a woman could be seen, motionless, her shape diminished somewhat by digestion; the pitcher being closed up meant another victim was trapped within, awaiting her turn... several weeks from now.<br/><br/>She thumped on the sides of the upside-down bell shape.  "Hey!  Anyone alive in there?"  It would be unusual for someone to die while waiting within... air got in, and there was plenty of nutritious ooze inside to feed the secondary victim until it was digestion time.<br/><br/>A weak thump came back.  Trish leaned away from the shape and smiled, turning to Seras.  "Time ta try again, Retriever.  You ready?"