(Author’s note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 16 years of age. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

Lily had always heard that Thailand was a simply beautiful country, and for as long as she could remember she’d wanted to vacation there. So when she and her husband of two years, Frank, sat down to decide on where they were going to take their vacation this year she suggested Thailand. Much to her surprise, Frank agreed.

They were now three days into their weeklong vacation, and both of them were having the times of their lives. The resort they chose to stay at was right on the edge of the jungle, and Lily loved hearing the sounds of the jungle coming in through the bedroom window at night. She had wanted to take a walk through the jungle but Frank had said no, that the jungle might look and sound pretty but that it was in fact a truly dangerous place. She had brought the subject up several times over the past three days, but each time Frank was more insistent on refusing to let her go.

‘Fine, then I’ll just go by myself!’ she thought to herself after the last time she’d brought the subject up.

The next day she saw her chance when Frank was taking a nap in their room. She had just gotten back from the pool and was still wearing her bikini, so she wrapped a sarong around her hips and put on a pair of sandals, then headed out of the resort and into the jungle. She followed a well-worn path into the jungle, following it for about half an hour or so. She loved being out in the jungle, hearing the sounds of the birds and seeing the lush green vegetation, and she wished that Frank had come with her.

She rounded a bend in the path and came across a barrier blocking the path. The barrier was one thick steel pole stretched across the path that had been painted white with red bands around it. In the middle of the barrier was a sign written in both Thai and English, the sign being white with the letters in red. The sign said, “STOP! EXTREME DANGER! GO NO FURTHER!”

“Huh. I wonder what that’s all about?” Lily said as she looked down at the sign. She looked at the path on the other side of the barrier and saw that while it was significantly overgrown it was still visible, so she decided to follow it and see what all the fuss was about. She ducked under the barrier and continued on, following the overgrown path deeper into the jungle.

She had been walking for about five minutes when she came across a small clearing, in the center of which sat a large plant – a very large plant, as tall as she was. It reminded her of the plant from the remake of “Little Shop of Horrors,” only the bulb of this one was light yellow instead of dark green and had what looked to be four sections instead of just two. It was sitting upright in the center of the clearing, surrounded by big, broad leaves and many smaller flowers with blossoms that were as big as her head. The blossoms had five petals to them and were bright yellow with a thick, bright pink pistil in the center of each, the pistil as thick as her arm.

“Oh, my God, look at that! That’s beautiful!” Lily said, walking slowly towards the big plant with a smile on her face. “If only Frank were here to see this!” she said, slowly walking around the plant. Her amazement turned to surprise when she realized that the yellow blossoms surrounding the plant were following her, turning on their stalks to stay pointed at her as she moved.

“What the hell?” she said, her amazement turning to fear as she realized that the flowers were tracking her. She stopped and looked for a moment, then moved to the right to see if the flowers would follow her movement. Her blood ran cold when they did, and her heart began pounding in her chest.

“Oh, my God,” she gasped softly, her hand coming up to her mouth, her eyes wide with fright. “I’ve got to get out of here!” she said, taking a step backwards. Then she turned to run, and immediately a thick, sticky, pink tongue-like vine shot out of the pistil of one of the blossoms and grabbed her, quickly wrapping around her upper body twice, pinning her arms to her sides as it gripped her tightly.

Lily screamed as loudly as she could as the warm, sticky vine squeezed her in its grasp, sticking to the bare skin of her chest and upper arms as it tightened around her. She fought against the vine’s grip, turning around to face the plant so she could dig her heels into the ground, pulling her body back as she tried to break free of the vine’s grip. She was horrified when a second sticky pink vine came shooting out of another of the yellow blossoms, wrapping itself around her lower body and also squeezing tightly. Her arms were now completely bound to her sides, and she was helpless in the plant’s grip.

“HELP ME, SOMEBODY, PLEASE HELP ME!” Lily screamed as she was slowly pulled closer and closer to the big plant, the sticky pink vines clinging to her skin as they gripped her body tightly. She dug her heels into the ground as she jerked her shoulders from side to side in a vain attempt to break free, only to be rewarded with yet a third pink vine shooting out of another blossom and wrapping itself around her chest overtop of the first one, also squeezing hard.

“UNGGHHHH!” she grunted as her body was squeezed tightly in the vine’s relentless, unyielding grip. She could feel the muscles inside the vines flexing as they slowly tightened around her, increasing the pressure as they squeezed her harder.