Dr. Virginia Weston pulled out of the driveway of her gated mansion and sped off to her conference. She shifted in her seat a bit, her body sore and bruised. She smiled with contentment, her abraded pussy getting wet as she remembered her latest session with her 'pets'.

The Doctor was brilliant. In fact, she made most geniuses look positively stupid. Her area of expertise was combining plant and animal DNA to produce a combination of both. Needless to say, the actual explanation was extremely technical, and most people could barely follow even the most simple aspects of her work. The results of said work were, however, nothing short of miraculous.

Most people either loved what she did, or hated it, and her, with a passion. Most religious groups considered her an incarnation of evil and had lobbied to get all of her work abolished. That was one reason she was working in South America. The United States had the money to support her research, but it was turning rapidly into a techno-phobic theocracy.

Garnering the displeasure of the CCCP or Christian Conservative Coalition Party, hadn't stopped oil companies and pharmaceuticals firms from seeking her out for her work, which had yielded an amazing number of breakthroughs for them. As a result, she was extremely well off. The European government had offered her large tracts of land and tons of money, if she would move there to continue her work, but she'd turned them down. Her plants grew better south of and near the equator.

Dr. Weston was a very private person. She rarely left her compound unless it was to speak at a conference. She knew very well that if any of her... personal interests... were discovered, she'd lose some of her sponsors, and even with the amount of her personal fortune, she still prefered that someone else foot the bill for her research. Of course, there was always her private lab, and the pets that she produced there.

So the good Doctor was rich, brilliant, innovative and seriously perverted. But, as smart as she was, she'd didn't remember the moral of Jurassic Park. No, not the 'Never underpay your programmers' moral. The other one. "Nature will find a way."

Linda Orlando was not having a good day. Not at all. She was stuck out here on this God forsaken assignment, in this ass-backward fucking country having to live in a fucking SHACK that, as of this morning, had NO FUCKING WATER!

They were in a fucking rain forest! Why the fuck couldn't they keep running water working in the useless shack that she was staying in was beyond her. Fucking stupid natives.

Today had to be a Monday, because no other day could be so fucked up. Really, what else could go wrong? She'd run out of anti-antiperspirant, and it was hot as hell in this god forsaken JUNGLE and she was sweating like a pig AND there was no fucking place to buy more. At least until she could get to a town. Her period had started, so in addition to the horrible cramps it always brought, she had managed to misplace her box of tampons. She had none, and all of her panties were white (what the hell had she been thinking when she packed?) and expensive. She wasn't going to ruin them, and so had taken them off after the paper napkins she'd stuffed inside had ceased absorbing her copious flow.

Then there was this path she was on. Well, the path she had been on. It had disappeared, and she was now completely lost. And it got better. When they'd said there was a path to Doctor Weston's house, she assumed they'd meant a fucking PAVED path. She should have known better, and thank God she'd decided not to wear her heels. Sandals were bad enough. Well, sandals, a short skirt (rumor had it that the Doctor liked women in short skirts, and Linda knew she looked damn good in one), and an almost see-through blouse (no bra) that was now approaching see-through since she was soaked in sweat. Such was the price for an interview with the good Doctor.

Thank god for the small GPS locater she had, which currently showed that she should be on the Doctor's property. Not that you'd know it, since it looked just like the rest of the jungle.

Ah ha! She looked around as she stumbled into a small clearing. The GPS unit showed that the house should be around here somewhere. She took one step toward the direction of the house, and something wrapped around her neck. She panicked and grabbed it, only to find that somehow a vine had gotten entangled around her neck.

What the fuck?!

The vine -- wide, flat and supple, tightened and started to pull her backward. She dropped the GPS and her purse, and tried to fight it, getting no where for her trouble. She could barely breathe, her face was turning red and she was terrified. The panic was using her oxygen even faster.

Her vision was starting to dim, and she realized that she had been pulled into a shaded area. It was even hotter in here than it had been in the sun. More humid too. She tried to turn and see what was going on, but felt something push against her carotid arteries, almost like her pulse was being taken. Then she felt a prick on both sides of her neck and panicked.

Something hot was being pumped into her arteries. Now she was really panicking, but her body quickly lost the ability to move. Her mind was perfectly clear, and she could feel everything, but she couldn't move. Finally, her struggles stopped and she slumped to the ground, the vine following her down so she didn't choke to death by hanging from her neck. It even loosened a bit, but didn't unwrap.

More leafless vines, like the one around her neck, slid toward her paralyzed body. Linda was terrified, but, for some reason, the heat of whatever had been injected into her body, had rapidly settled in her breasts and groin. She was getting aroused. Very aroused.

The new vines wrapped around her wrists, seemingly softer than wood that thick should be. More wrapped around her ankles and she was pulled once again to her feet, arms and legs spread wide. More tendrils, these with odd shaped leaves at the ends, slid down out of the trees and bushes she was surrounded by. They touched her clothing, but seemed confused by it.

How, Linda thought muzzily, a plant could be confused by anything was beyond her, but that's what it seemed like to her.

She was right. They were confused. This plant grouping was a wild offshoot of the plant/animal combination that Doctor Weston had created to satisfy her own very perverted urges. The urge for sexual satisfaction, for pain, for the feeling of being used with no regard for what she wanted. To feel degraded and defiled. And really, how much lower could one get, than to be used as plant food while still alive?

The plants the Doctor had created lived off sunlight and the normal things that all plants needed. But they were also specially modified to seek out the various fluids produced by a sexually aroused female; like sweat and vaginal mucus. But they also craved the urine that a female had in her bladder -- even the shit in her bowels. The doctor had been especially pleased by the urine handling aspects of her plants. They would force her to recycle it through her own body until it was strong enough to be 'tasty' to them.

Once a month, the Doctor gave her pets a real treat when she menstruated. They didn't like the taste of straight blood from the vein, but they really loved menstrual blood and would thoroughly clean it out of her.

Not only that, but the Doctor had tuned the plants to respond to the feel of sexual energy produced by their food. The plants picked up the nerve impulses as they zipped along their food's nervous system, and the plants were very good at figuring out ways of increasing the energy. They adapted quickly to get the most out of their 'food'.

In fact, the plants had mutated enough to actually begin to produce fluids, which when injected into the food's body, enabled longer, very strong orgasms, a greater production of cunt juice and sex organs that were more responsive.

Some of the changes were becoming permanent, but the Doctor didn't care. It was all to the good, as far as she was concerned, and, in fact, she'd even encoded the modified DNA to make the plant's injections more potent.

Of course, the Doctor also had safeguards. She had no idea how long the plants would 'feed' on a victim, and didn't want to find out the hard way. So, she rigged special lights which would force the plants into quiescence after a certain amount of time. The Doctor knew that she would never be held more than four hours, or for less than one.

However, the plant that Linda had been caught by was not limited by special lights on a timer. Not only that, but, being wild, it's 'venom' was more potent, and it was far more hungry, having never been 'fed' like the indoor plants were. The Doctor, had she known that somehow some of her creations had escaped, would have found them and torched them. But, alas, she had no idea that was the case.

The final difference between the wild plants and the tame ones, was that since they were wild, there was no way to stop them once they started in on a victim.

The vines with the odd leaves on the end hovered over Linda, then moved a side a little. Linda's eyes widened as she saw another vine come towards her, this one with what looked like a sharp stick at the end. Her terror increased, and the plant's color grew slightly greener as it fed. Terror and sexual excitement combined was a fantastic mix, as far as it was concerned.

The tip of the stick hooked under her clothes, and in a very short time, she found herself completely naked. Another vine began wrapping around her torso, from below her breasts almost to her hips. It slowly tightened, until it had taken several inches off her waist. She was slowly regaining her ability to move, but realized that it wasn't going to do her any good. She was well and truly held.

The odd shaped leaves began to press to her body, caressing it and stroking it. She could move her head now, the vine around her neck was loose enough, and see what they were doing. Oddly, wherever they passed, her skin was dried of sweat, but very hot. The leaves pressed into her underarms, and the feeling intensified. She began to sweat more.

Another branch, something with a very blunt end, began rubbing against her crotch. It wasn't touching her, except for her pubic hair, which it spend some time sliding through.

Linda groaned, her terror being subsumed by her sexual arousal. Her armpits had always been especially sensitive and the leaves felt almost like they were sucking on them.

She glanced down again to see another leaf, this one large enough to cover her entire sex, settle onto her mons. It felt sticky, and wormed its way into her folds and her ass crack. After a minute or so, her hips began to push against it, trying to get friction on her clit, but not doing a very good job. She was so horny!

Suddenly, the leaf pulled away, taking with it every pubic hair she had. That hurt. In fact, it hurt an insane amount and Linda screamed in pain, her crotch feeling like it had been flayed open.

The plant, it's initial happiness with the pleasure/fear impulses, suddenly flared very green when pain was added to the mix. However, just pain wasn't as good as the mix, so the vine around her neck tightened, and once again, thorns injected more hot fluid into her carotid artery.

Before she lost control of her muscles again, her mouth was still open and screaming. She didn't see the large, penis shaped branch heading toward it until it pushed inside it.

She almost puked as the branch pushed to the back of her mouth, filling it. It felt like it was covered with soft leather, although how that could be in a plant she couldn't imagine -- not that she could have imagined any of this anyway.

The drugs did their work and soon the agony in her groin just added to her pleasure, and once again the plant was happy.

The thing in her mouth fully sealed it, expanded to fill it, pushing against her tongue, the outer edges sticking to her widely separated lips. It was getting hard to breath, since her nose was running. She was sure she would choke to death, but then felt something actually in her nose. She almost fainted from horror, visions of her dying in sexual ecstasy while this... alien ate her brain through her nose.

But no, it did nothing other than clear her nasal passageways to allow her to breath.

She felt something playing with her breasts, and saw that more vines were wrapping themselves at the base of each of her breasts. While she'd never been into bondage, Linda had seen the occasional picture of a woman in bondage and had wondered what it might feel like to have her breasts tied.

Well, it felt good. Even when the vines had constricted her flesh to the point that her normally heavy 'D' cup breasts were pointing straight out, the skin of each taut with blood. Something that she couldn't see had found her clit and seemed to be latching onto it, worming its way under her clit hood and surrounding her swelling organ.

The feeling was the most intense she'd ever felt. Her breasts were throbbing and the drugs in her system were amping up her sex drive in ways she'd never dreamt possible. Since the pain had dropped off though, the plant was not getting what it wanted.

She watched as two things that looked suspiciously like small Venus fly trap mouths came toward her breasts. They were too small to capture her whole breast, but the prefect size to fit her nipples. Once again her fear began to rise as she wondered if the thing was going to start eating her alive.

Pain shot through her swollen tips as traps clamped down. They might look soft, but it was obvious that the edges were lined with spikes which slid into her skin. She struggled against the vines holding her, but the slowly returning motive power of her body was useless. She suspected that it wouldn't have mattered even if she had regained full mobility -- the vines were too strong.