Erotic Phantasm

NB: This story was inspired by an illustration of Alan M. Clark, who has graciously allowed me to use his picture in the first chapter.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies
~ Lord Byron ~

Chapter One

Shit.

Fuck.

Damn.

The ancient wheezing Toyota gasped a final time, and then there was a loud metallic CLUNK as it shuddered to a stop. Michael barely had time to maneuver the car onto the side of the road.

Stupid rent-a-wreck. He should have known better…

Now he was stuck out on the side of a desolate road, between the ocean and woods. And it was in the middle of the night, of course. Only five more miles till he reached the hotel, and he was dog tired.

And, wouldn’t you know, with the hills and the thick woods to his right… nope, no cell coverage at all..

Arrgghh! Why him? Why tonight? On the eve of the most important job interview he’d ever been offered?

OK. Calm down. Think… Stay here and sleep in the car? Try to fix it? He had no mechanical knowledge whatsoever, but he figured it wouldn’t hurt to look under the hood. He grabbed the flashlight out of the glove box. Sighing, he turned it on and stepped out of the car.

Raising the hood of the car, he thought he saw a movement to his left, where the woods were blackly outlined against the moonlit sky.

“Anyone there? If you do, know anything about cars? I could sure use some help!” he yelled out. At least if it was a serial killer, he would know Michael had a decent set of lungs on him.

Nothing but the rustling of the trees in the wind…

OK, so probably just a wild animal, or a sneaky serial killer.

“Let’s see if we can figure this out,” he thought to himself. “A grown man in his prime, with a shiny new MBA from Columbia, surely I can figure out a piece of machinery.”

What was that?

He caught a glimpse of something moving out of the corner of his eye. Surely he did. But when he turned to look at the copse of trees there was nothing.

But. But… wasn’t that nearest tree further back?

Only the rustling of the trees answered his suspicions.

He turned his attention back to the car. No sense in behaving like a silly old biddy; he was in the prime of life.. anyone with anything less than a gun aimed at him would be given a run for his money.

Let’s see now. Hmmm, maybe it was the radiator? Surely there shouldn’t be all that steam escaping from up under the hood, should there?

He had some bottled water in the back seat. Maybe if he let the car cool off a bit and then opened the cap, he could just pour some in the radiator and hopefully limp into town..

“See there,” he thought. “I am a man with a plan. One better than walking into town, or sleeping out here in a car parked in the middle of nowhere.”

What was that?

That tree! It definitely was closer.. And the rustling seemed louder even still.

“Damn, I should have taken a break after graduation,” he thought. “I drive myself too hard. Should have gone down to the Bahamas with Rusty and the girls instead of immediately going on interviews. I’m losing it. No corner office for you, young man! A padded cell will do just fine, thank you!”

He chuckled to himself.

“Yep. Get a six pack tonight if I make it into town… I can do that interview standing on my head tomorrow even with a hangover.”

The trees rustled.. “Yesssss,” they seemed to say.

Dammit that tree WAS closer! He could see it clearly now, even with the moon behind it! Gawd it was creepy as hell, all viney, yet somehow sensual, curvy even…

OK, first some beer, then get a job, then find a girlfriend..

He needed to put the water in the radiator now, and get the fuck out of Dodge here. He didn’t know what was going on but he didn’t want any part of it. He opened the back door to the car and reached in and got the bottle of water.

He turned around and tripped on a tree root and fell down. That tree! It was only a couple of feet away! How could it have…?

The roots were snaking all over him, around his legs, his ankles, and started to drag him toward the tree. He tried to cry out but he was shaking so hard, he couldn’t. The tree started edging back toward the forest, creeping its way back, snaking out roots, then pulling itself forward.

The rustling of the trees in the woods became louder. “Yesssss,” they said. “Isssss gooood.” The tree that had him answered back. “Yesss. Yessss. I waaaant. Isssss goooood.”

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.

“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…

 

Chapter Three

When he woke up he was lying flat on his back still, but the light was … different. Not the moonlight any more. He was … inside, perhaps?

He was in a cave somewhere?

He wasn’t sure.. but the rough dirt walls were glowing green from what looked like phosphorescent rocks scattered about on the floor.

He tried to move, and it felt as though ropes of steel were bound around his body. But his movement set off a bouncing as though he were on a trampoline. He saw filaments of silky rope catch the dim greenish light.

He was on ,,,, a SPIDERWEB???

What??

And then he saw the spider crawling toward him on the web. It was huge, at least three or four feet across.

Oh Lord please no, please please let this be a bad dream.

It scurried up his naked body with its hairy sticky legs until its massive trunk was resting on his chest

He started sobbing.

“Now let’s have none of that,” the spider said in a brisk female British voice.

It was Mary Poppins with eight legs…

“No use crying, when you’re almost a dried husk as it is,” she continued. Those trees are always selling me a pig in a poke, they are! Here I pay for a nice juicy human and what do they deliver? One that they’ve practically drained of everything inside! Why, it’s highway robbery! What is this world coming to I ask you?”

Obviously a rhetorical question because she kept going without pausing.

“Well, there’s nothing to be done about it, I suppose. I’ve got babies hatching out any day now, and they need their nourishment.”

He was hallucinating. That was it.

“Please. Please.” he croaked hoarsely.

“Now, now! I would love to say this isn’t going to hurt a bit, but judging by the way you creatures scream after I start injecting you… Well I do have to speak my mind on that, now, don’t you know… It’s a bit RUDE in my book, screaming and carrying on like that, but at least the babies aren’t hatched out yet, so you won’t scare them, and I can go in the back room and shut the door and watch my stories.”

She started crawling over him, tsk-tsk’ing and muttering to herself, “Now… let’s see.. where should we start?”

Her legs held up his limp member and chuckled. “My my! THAT thing’s useless now isn’t it? Hmmm, I think I will start in the abdomen. There are still some organs in there I can digest… Not too close to the heart, mind you! I want it beating as long as possible while you liquefy inside for the babies!”

And with that, she began injecting her poison into his stomach – a hot liquid enzyme that would turn his internal organs to slush while he was still alive.

He started screaming.

It was a long, long time before he stopped.