Never Trust A Plant

 Here is the story from the point of view of the plant...

Seizing the sword arm of its prey, the plant slid its waxy leaves around the humans broad chest and squeezed with a sudden force that caused the prey to release its sword, the metal blade falling to the earth below, far from the struggling humans desperate reach.  In a flash the big males legs and other arm were encircled and wrapped-up in the slick binding fronds of the predatory flower.  As its huge maw yawned open showers of slippery clear jelly drooled from the gaping mouth.  The humans legs were drawn into the waiting jaws in spite of his valiant efforts to escape, his useless grunts and groans echoing off of the other huge plants in the deadly grove. 

As the human was caught off balance and thrust deeper into the wide jaws, the plant shot out an orange proboscis: a wriggling snake-like appendage that was both highly articulated and very powerful.  It instinctively groped towards the struggling prey, seeking out and possible orifice into which it could thrust in order to administer its paralytic venom.  This of course was how the plant was able to subdue such formidable creatures like this muscled barbarian who had stumbled into its deadly trap.  The orange arm reached the hem of the mans loincloth, sensed the heat below and dove beneath it, seeking its means of entry. 

Thrusting the soft calfskin brief aside it began spraying more of the slippery goo out of its snubbed terminus, the slimy ejaculate lubricating the mans scrotum and penis as it slid deeper between the struggling mans powerful thighs...seeking a means of entry to his body.  That it found with ease, pushing against his anus with an irresistible force that caused the tight knot of his sphincter to relent at last and suddenly a foot or more of the proboscis was deep within him, impaling the barbarian on a thick wriggling orange pole that now began to flood his insides with anesthetic fluid combined with a mild paralytic.  The man could fell the sudden gush of fluid and within a minute the vile fluids were going to work, seizing his muscles, and slowing his heart rate. 

The huge muscle-mans struggles were gradually diminishing, his big body relaxing against his will.  More of the thick green fronds were now sliding over the mans half-naked body pulling his arms against his sides, and forcing his legs together in a super-tight pod: wrapping him from head to toe like a huge green mummy, the orange probe still lodged deeply inside him now trailed out at his feet like a sort of stem to his leaf-wrapped body-pod.  The probe now began to retract inside the plant, slowly pulling the now-helpless prey inside itself.  It was a good catch: this healthy human would sustain the plant through the long summer and winter seasons if not longer.  The plant began to prepare the prey for its long, symbiotic hibernation deep within...