She Walks in Beauty, Chapter 2
Monday, December 29th, 2008Complete Story Here
Chapter Two
Finally when he could actually scream – a bloodcurdling scream that practically ripped his throat out – a root snaked up to his head and wrapped itself around his neck, tightening just enough to let him know that screaming was not a good thing.
Inch by inch he was drug back to the forest. The rustling and whispering of the trees became louder. The tree drug him to a clearing. She – and amazingly in some weird fantastical way, he did think of it as a she – she was smaller and more voluptuous than the other trees, only about maybe 10 feet or so high. The other trees towered over her, blocking out most of the sky. The moon was almost directly overhead though, and it shone through their waving rustling branches.

The Moon Watches
“Yesssss isssss gooood,” they repeated over and over. Roots snaked out all over his body, unbuttoning his shirt, undoing his belt, pulling off his pants.
Everything was pulled off until he was totally naked, staked out on the forest floor, held down by snaky, woody roots and vines. He whimpered, and then started sobbing.
Amazingly enough he had an erection.
Vines and roots wrapped around him, stroking him, pulling his legs apart, prying apart his ass cheeks, violating him, going inside him. They felt so hard, so rough. They kept pushing, pushing, in and out. Vines and roots wrapped around his throat, alternately choking and letting go, wrapping around his erect, throbbing cock, stroking roughly, squeezing and letting go, squeezing and letting go. And all the time, the trees were rustling, whispering, murmuring, “Yessss, that’sssss right… that’sssss goooood.”
Maybe it was because of his insane fear and sense of unreality, or maybe it was because of the amazing amount of lust coursing through his body in spite of his fear, but he could swear the trees were all becoming more feminine, more willowy and they swayed back and forth, letting the moonlight peep in through the leaves. The smaller one was, especially, as she bent forward, stroking him not only with her vines and roots and branches, but with her leaves…
And then he watch in both horror and excitement, as a hole opened up, about where her belly button might have been, had she been a belly-button sort of creature. She bent over and grabbed his erect cock with the lips of the hole and literally sucked it inside. He felt a living, warm pussy, full of sticky sap. It began massaging, sucking, caressing him. And he couldn’t help it… He exploded into her.
“Thank you, whatever Gods in Heaven there are,” he thought. “That’s obviously what they wanted, now maybe they will let me go.”
But no.
She was only the first.
They continued holding him down, fondling him, stroking him, anally raping him, until he would get hard again. And then another tree would be on top of him, sucking his cock into a sticky, sappy hole, riding him. Making him cum, over and over.
By the time he passed out, hours into the night, his penis felt like it was on fire. His body was bruised and beaten and bloody. And yet they kept right on…
to be continued…



