Not likely.

*splat*

Harriette woke with a start, snorting hard to clear the good from her nostrils, and reaching up to wipe her face. A large gob of the sap had landed directly on her mouth, splashing into her nose. She scowled and looked up only to spot a new flower, hanging right in front of her face. it spat out another gob of good from the fat vine at its center, landing on her chest. She scrabbled back, reaching for the bow again and found a tug at her ankles. She drew an arrow and fired it into the water, aiming above her feet. Again she was whipped, but the pleasure didn't come. Her shot had missed whatever was holding her feet.

She felt a lurch, and her feet were dragged up, splashing her upper body through the pool on their way into the air. Her face was underwater for a moment, before breaching the surface again. She spluttered hanging from her ankles over the water as two strong wooded vines spread her legs. She looked down to the water, which was nearly six feet away and then looked around. The flowers were back, they snaked towards her through open air, supported on thick vines, the engorged tips of the flowers leaking more of the white-green goo. The tried to lift her arms up, to knock an arrow and let it fly into one of them, but the vines twisted her as she release the string, a strong hit marked her ass again, and again the reward didn't follow. The shock caused her to drop the bow, and it hit the water, sinking out of sight.

An unexpected strike marked her breasts, tearing a scream from her throat as the bow appeared in her open hand, only to drop away again, as it hit the water, another punishing strike sliced across her tits, the bow teleporting to her hand again. This time she caught it, and held it tight to avoid more punishments for attempting to get rid of the bow.

While she had focused on the bow, the flowers had closed in, pushing against the shield that protected her body, leaking their fluids to drip onto her exposed skin. Two twin flowers poised between her spread legs, dripping their goo over her pussy and into the crack of her ass. She gasped as the sap landed on her sensitive lips, the pulsing need from before her target practice springing back into her mind and belly. As a soft breeze passed through the trees she squealed, the wind caressing everywhere the goo had touched, as if they were soft fingers, the path of the slime down her body sensitized everywhere it touched. The goo's travel itself began to feel like soft tongues dragging down her skin.

Al of a sudden, the flowers between her legs surged forward, only to squish themselves against her shield, spurting more gobs of goo across her throbbing nethers. She groaned aloud as the squirt of the fluids caressed her, forcing more of the goo to slide down her body. Any satisfaction from her earlier orgasm has swiftly left her, replaced by a burning need that the flowers has spurned in her. She moaned allowed, a hand shooting towards her pussy, only to remember the shield and bounce off, hitting the flowers as they attempted to hilt themselves in her again. The roar of frustration she released caused her to forget to hold on to her bow. It dropped again, resulting in another whip strike across her sore chest. She screamed as she found her hand covered in the goo, making keeping a grip on the bow difficult as it fell again and again. The whip strikes came again on her tits, harsher, more targeted. They began to slice at her buttocks as well, a strike from either side. Her near continuous screams and moans were interrupted as the stem of one flower found her lips, pushing between and lodging the engorged head behind her teeth, it spurted the cloying sweet slime directly into her mouth, forcing her to try swallow it and coating her tongue, which began to search for the delicious taste and bathed the plants member in her spit.

Swallowing the goo caused her whole body to light up in sensation, the whip strikes of her bow stinging more, and the light breeze that caressed her all over made her surge in her bonds. The slime bath continued, as did the thorough whipping of her ass, breasts and even a few times it struck between her legs, she made attempts to grasp the bow and managed to reset the punishment, only to drop it again when the next breeze broke her resolve.

She hung from the vines for so long that when they finally laid her on the grass as the waters edge the bright sun filtering through the canopy had turned orange. She laid there, panting as the vine left her mouth, offering a final spurt across her face, before the flowers retreated back into the canopy. She lay there for a while, a smoldering ball of need and soreness.

When at last she rose to her hands and knees and began to crawl back to the gazebo, she was given a final slice across the ass. She had left her bow behind!