Elizabeth was now firmly cocooned in the tight digestion sac of the Mantrap. The outer walls stretched firmly over her form, which bulged visibly as she wiggled in her flesh prison. From the outside you could see the shape of her mouth, opening and closing in a silent scream. The mouth of her Pod slowly beggan to retract its way back up into the main body of the plant in preperation for digesting its well earned meal.

Melissa was similarly situated. Only her feet remained in the cool air outside the nightmare plant. Soon though, even her toes would be slurped up inside the beast and she would be consumed like her mother. Her body hung sexily in the sac, her breasts dangling seductively, her back arched as if she was proudly presenting her vagina to a prospecive mate. Even now, you could tell that melissa had been a very attractive woman in the sexual prime of her life.
Very soon, her graceful curves would be nothing more than a pile of plant shit.


Cassie continued her struggle with the plant. The sphincter slopped down over her face hungrily. With a horendous sucking sound it began to pull on her with a rythmic vacume, easing her slowly up into its vile gullet. she tries to scream, but all she gets for her reward is a mouth full of slimey liquid. To her dismay the tongue evacutes the region of her vagina, leaving her unfulfilled. Her body aches, yearns, itches for the climax denied to her. She has never experienced it before, not even while playing with her fingers. But it will never come to her. It is too late. All that remains for Cassie is pain and suffering that will endure until the end of her very short life.

The tentacle coils around her upper thigh and hikes it up as Cassie squirts the last of her steaming urine over the skulls of previous victims. Her lower cheeks are spread apart further and she is compelled to continue shitting herself until her bowels are completely voided. Her poop will one day be fertilizer for the seeds of a new generation of plants.


Unlike her sibling and matriarch, the plant has no troublegetting past Cassie's flat washboard chest. It begins to slurp her up like a string of spagehtti. a trickle of her urine runs down her leg as her loincloth slips off her hips leaving Cassie uncovered.... not that she really had any modesty left anymore. Within moments she is completely inside the stomache of the venus mantrap, ready to be digested.

On this sunny day, these three girls will all die. just like hundreds of other girls all around the World of Bones.