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The Woods Ch. 01

By: Toons



As she walked alone back to her own home one block away from her grandfather's where she was moments before, a presence was felt. She had just finished chatting with her boyfriend on Yahoo Messenger and was always horny after wards. She was on her way home to take care of that problem alone since her boyfriend lived in another state. Although barely a three minute walk, a lot could and would happen in that time. 

The presence could smell the aroma of sweat, lust filled pheromones and building fear comprised the liquid as she hurried her pace. Ah, nothing to worry about, after all she was eighteen and girls her age don't get kidnapped or assaulted, she thought. She had reached the end of the drive way leading to her home. Just as she breathed a sigh of relief she felt a bump then a sudden rush from behind her. Dazed from the hit, she was stunned to realize her arms were immobilized and she was rising off the earth. 


She began to regain sense and tried to scream. Upon her first exhale she was squeezed tighter pushing the air from her lungs and leaving her barely enough room to breathe let alone muster a scream. She rushed quickly skyward as she saw the earth below her get smaller. Southward toward the peak of the mountain she was carried as her mind now wondered, buy what or whom was she being carried. She wanted to turn her head but fear paralyzed the muscles in her neck. 

Suddenly she felt her stomach move upwards as she and her capture now plummeted towards the mountain peak below. As her feet were nearly at the ground she was let go but felt her shirt and bra beneath being ripped from her as the being ascended towards the heavens and left her to hit the ground and roll from the impact.

Scared, clad now only in a pleated jean skirt, she tried to get up and run. Once up she ran blindly thru the dark forest lit only by a sliver of a waning moon. Although released form its grasp she was not yet free of this being. As she ran she looked up in front of her and saw an abnormally large figure rise up from a crouching position, then another and another slowly rose and turn towards her. 

She felt a rush of wind behind her and felt her skirt tear and then felt the searing pain of a sharp object slice her skin below. Instinctively she tuned to see were this pain was coming from. Then another rush of air and a cut on her opposite thigh was produced thru her skirt in a similar manner. She turned quick enough to see a dark clothed figure fly up thru the trees and out of site. Standing back in the direction she started in , the forgotten figures ahead of her began moving. 

Their heads raised skywards and she could see they had muzzles which were now sniffing the moist summer air. She had seen enough shows on animal planet to know she was upwind of them and what scent had caught their attention. She stood there not wanting to run but hoping the winds would change and draw her bleeding scent away from the creatures. It was of no use one of the creatures flanking the largest in the center dropped his head and turned it directly at her. 

The little light produced by the crescent moon gleamed off its demonic yellow eyes as she knew it saw her. Time to run again. She turned very quickly and ran as fast as she could now leaving a blood trail behind her and pieces of denim material from the tears in her only scrap of modesty left, a tattered jean skirt.

The seven foot tall creatures resumed their dog like stances and began their pursuit. Running was of little use as quickly the beasts were upon her. One swipe of a clawed paw hit her on her left hip. The sharp talons tore her skin and came out but were caught on her skirt as she was thrown sideways to the ground. She hit the ground face first but was quickly pulled over on her back by her left arm. 

As she lay on her back her arms were clasped in a vice like grip and raised above her head and held together. During the same time her arms were being secured her ankles were now pulled apart and held close to the ground. The largest and clear leader of the beasts now hovered over her as it walked man like around its quarry. She tried to struggle but the snarling creature held her still. The leader degenerated his stance to an animalistic quadruped stance and began to inspect his catch with his nose. Warm drewl dripped over her naked breasts and stomach as he began to smell her. As he reached her panty-clad crotch it had just dawned on her she was scared beyond all belief but was still as sexually excited as she was when she left for her home. The beast also was quick to scent her arousal. His snout nudged her shivering pussy thru her moistened thong as she felt a tongue begin to cover her mound. Dissatisfied at the taste of silk the creature tore away the flimsy fabric with his glistening white teeth. Again his tongue probed her. 

How could she be feeling this as she knew her life was so clearly ear its end. Surely she can not be aroused. Again and again the lycanthratrope licked at a steadily increasing pace. Soon she could not help but raise her hips upwards to meet his licks. The powerful beast grasped her small waist and gained more leverage for its oral onslaught of her drenched pussy. The lycan holding her hands above her head released them and descended upon her breasts from the right side. this allowed her to reach down with her left hand and run it thru the beast's fur that was attending to her swelling clitoris. 

Her left hand reached over and stroked the back of the second wolf to join in the erotic scene. Although it looked course the fur she felt was finer than angora or even alpaca. Even though her pussy was being gently licked she felt the contrasting ruff handling of her upper body and fell deeper into a passion filled trance. Through her fear and anxiety she felt a familiar feeling begin to well up from with in the pit of her stomach. She tried to fight it but was powerless and the monster on her chest began to scratch and dig his claws into her breasts. 

It would lick then take an entire breast in its teeth, draw his head back until just the apex of her boob, a hard nipple was left in his mouth. "OOOOOOOWWE" she yelped as its teeth dug deeply into her nipple allowing blood to spill out in a small trickle. The upper most beast then made his way up to her neck and clamped down with his muzzle completely covering her throat and subduing the scream that yearned to come out. That was too much and her body began to convulse and her nether regions spasmed even more as her restrained orgasm reached the surface.

A muzzle now covered in human female cum lifted from between her legs and moved off to the side. The third creature holding her feet the whole time released one and roughly flipped her onto her stomach by the other. She looked up at the leader and noticed he had two large mounds on his chests. These were no mounds and he was a she-wolf. She had just been orally satisfied by a female creature and now this creature got down on all fours as the creature that had paid so much attention to Tara's breast moved in behind the she-wolf. 

The lady beast yelped as the male creature quickly plunged his rod deep within her. All of a sudden she felt her waist grasped and was pulled back and slightly upward by the third wolf. She then realized the she wolf would not be the only creature in the forest to be fucked tonight. 

From behind she felt him trying to line his huge shaft up with her small, even by human standards, vaginal opening. It took him little time and soon Tara felt the huge mass fill her insides. Her head flew back and her back arched as she was penetrated by this huge inhuman object. With no fore warning it began its preternaturally powerful thrusts into her small but now over-filled pussy. She tried to prop herself up on her arms but was quickly pushed to the ground by this tall creature's long arm. She felt two claw filled hands holding her upper body to the ground as the beast punished her wanton insides. 

Its right hand reached center ward and grasped her neck as his left paw drug itself down her back and rested on her left hip. She could feel blood oozing from the trail of four claw marks running the length of her back. Her lower back and abdominal muscles became the sole support of this massive 300 pound creature as it unbelievably pounded harder into her womb. Its weight now rested on the back of her neck as her face and chest were pusshed into the soil below. 

Again she felt an orgasm boiling from her deep insides. She managed to turn her head to see the she wolf clearly in a state of extreme bliss as she too was being brought to a dog fucked orgasm. The lycan fucking the petite human girl suddenly gave a few harder thrusts and began to spew its unholy seed deep inside her dripping pussy. This was more than the human girl could handle and felt her own orgasm breaking the surface of reality when suddenly the creature pulled out and the two next to her ran off in opposite directions. Out of breath and nearly exhausted she looked up. 

Through the mist she saw the three creatures reunite and gather near another figure. It was the dark figure that was responsible for her being here and for the wounds on her thighs and for the entire evening's events. She felt his voice resonate with an inhuman tone and depth. "Good job my pets; you have done well once again. I would like to let you continue but it is now my turn." 

Scared again for the first time since her body was seduced she wanted to get up and just run." You may rise but you will not be running my dear Tara." How did he know her name? His body seemed to turn to mist as it rapidly approached her. Now just inches from her she for the first time got a clear look at her six foot abductor as the mist in front of her began to solidify.

Stay tuned...

The Woods Ch. 01



This story begins when I was 18 years old. That wasn't very long ago, but so much has happened to me since then that I feel much older. I have gone through experiences that set me apart from everyone else I know. In truth, I feel set apart from everyone else on the planet. I can no longer take reality for granted.

When I was 18, I was a fairly normal teenage boy except in maybe one respect. I was a deeply committed Christian. This wasn't because I came from a religious family; my parents are not religious and neither is my sister. I discovered my faith when I was 13 in a religious studies class at school. I read the Gospels and I was profoundly affected by them. It struck me as the most astonishing fact in human history that God loved the world so much that He sent His own Son to die and be redeemed, that we all might have eternal life. I don't know why I was so susceptible to this idea, but I was. I embraced it completely.

Discovering that I believed in the resurrection of Jesus Christ and accepted God's love was like what I think falling in love must be like for other people. I remember the sheer bliss of knowing that I was saved. I revelled in the knowledge that I would have eternal life and it pained me that my family and friends didn't seem to want to know -- that, in fact, they thought I was strange and preferred me not to talk to them about the need to embrace the love of God.

It got more difficult as I tried to persuade my schoolmates that the word of God was real and that Jesus wanted them to accept Him. More than once, I suffered at the hands of boys in school (and some girls) who thought I was a religious nut, or a moralistic prig, and who wanted to take me down a peg or two. I was beaten up a couple of times. I was also humiliated. Once, in a swimming class, three girls ganged up on me and pulled my swimming trunks off me while I was in the pool. The teacher had to intervene while I stood up to my neck in the water, vainly trying to cover myself with my hands while the other kids laughed at me. Another time, the school had a sponsored custard pie fight for charity and I took part in it, because, well, it was for charity -- and to my shame and embarrassment, all the other kids who were taking part selected me as their victim. I later found out that when they discovered that I was going to be taking part, it didn't take them long to agree that I would be the only one who got hit with a pie. That's how much they disliked me. I was trapped against a wall and deluged with custard pies until I was so plastered in goo and shaving foam that, again, a teacher had to intervene. I actually had to take a shower and borrow some clothes, my own were so filthy.

What really galled my classmates was that I accepted this kind of thing on the grounds that a good Christian turns the other cheek , and martyrdom was an honourable thing for a true believer. When my classmates were made to apologise to me, I even forgave them, although I still felt the shame of being humiliated in such a messy and embarrassing way. Behaviour like this did not earn me a lot of new friends, although I still had some friends from before I had become a Christian. With my close friends, I eventually made an agreement that we just wouldn't talk about my faith because they didn't want to hear about it.

This hurt me, but I accepted it. Like anyone, I didn't want to be entirely alone. I remembered my friends in my prayers, and my tormentors too. The bullying I sometimes received wasn't as bad as some kids suffered, and I always tried to bear that in mind. I was just made to look like a fool from time to time, but some kids were really hurt, and in the end I wasn't the most satisfying victim for the bullies because they realised that whatever they tried to do to me couldn't really hurt me.

Nevertheless, I grew up feeling lonely. I tried going to churches, but I was never very comfortable with the kind of people who went to churches. It seemed to be more of a social club for them, and a lot of them had political and social opinions that I thought were wrong and offensive. I also didn't like the terrible songs and the relentless cheerfulness of the places I went to. Eventually I stopped going. My faith increasingly became a matter between God and myself.

Needless to say, I didn't have a girlfriend. My attitude to sex was that I should save myself for when I had found love and had got married. I knew some kids in school who were quietly gay and lesbian and I thought what they did was wrong, but on the other hand I knew that it was very difficult to form a strong argument about it based on what the Bible says, because the Bible says so many different things about so many subjects and it doesn't always agree with itself. So I kept my opinions to myself, but I also kept away from the kids who were doing things that I regarded as being sinful.

I found that the best way to feel close to God was to be on my own. I loved being outside and in touch with God's creation, and I took to taking long walks by myself at the weekends. As I got older, and my friends began to form relationships and have flirtations, all of my feelings about love and happiness were sublimated in my love for the divine creation, my appreciation of the natural world that God had created. I could take a walk in the fields near my house and it would fill me with love for humanity, just being close to the earth and growing things.

It was my love of nature that eventually led me to discover the woods, and it was in the woods that the thing first happened to me that would turn my world upside-down, and utterly change the way I existed and what I believed.

Was I totally ignorant of sex? Pretty much. I knew about masturbation and on two occasions, when I was fourteen, I did it, but I was so consumed with shame about it that I wept afterwards. I knew it was wrong, but it had felt good -- and yet I knew that that was merely the lust of the flesh. Because I deliberately refrained from masturbating, I was prone to having wet dreams and these disturbed me greatly, because it was as if I could sin in my sleep. As far as possible, I tried to be unaware of the urgings of my body. My body was merely the vessel of my immortal soul and I knew that my soul could be polluted by my body if I gave into the flesh. I even showered and bathed with my briefs on, so that I wouldn't see myself in the flesh; afterwards, I would cover myself with a towel, take off the wet briefs, throw them in the laundry, dry myself and dress beneath the towel. After a while I grew used to always having clothes on. It made it much easier to ignore my body.

I suppose I'm not bad-looking. I am average height, with short dark hair and on the slight side. I have never been much of an eater, because that too is giving into the flesh. My features are fairly regular. When new girls came to the school, they would sometimes take an interest in me until they found out that I was a Christian, and then they would generally avoid me.

So, through having no physical contact with girls or even with myself, I became pretty good at fighting off the desire of my body. That's why what happened to me was so devastating.

It happened the day after my eighteenth birthday. It was a warm Saturday afternoon and I had decided to go for a walk. I packed up a rucksack with water, some fruit, a map, a compass and my Bible and I set out from the house. I was wearing my favourite summer walking clothes, a t-shirt, a pair of shorts and trainers. I liked the feeling of the sun on my bare limbs. I didn't think that it was a fleshly indulgence because I had long since been able to experience it as God's light shining on me.

The woods were about five miles from our house, and they covered a steep hill. They were largely untouched by man, being the remnant of an old forest. There was a nature trail in them and a couple of clearings with picnic tables, but most of them were fairly inaccessible, unless you knew what you were doing. I did some orienteering and was good at reading maps and making my way through undergrowth.

By the time I got to the woods, it was hot and I was sweating. I was glad of the shade as I made my way up the hill. At first I followed the nature trail, really just a dirt path through the less thick part of the woods, but half way up I decided that I'd like to leave the trail and really see what the woods had to offer.

That was my fatal mistake. I had no idea, then, what the woods had to offer, and had I known, I would never, ever have gone in there. I would have remained in my innocence -- maybe just a bit longer, maybe for the rest of my life. I could have died as an old man in the serene knowledge that I would wake up in heaven. Well, that's not how it worked out.

I stepped off the trail and made my way through the trees. At first, the trees were quite sparse but the undergrowth soon got thicker, and after a while I was having to tread carefully. But I liked the exercise. I drank water as I went, to stay hydrated, and I ate fruit to keep my electrolytes balanced. Sometimes I had to make my careful way through thorn bushes, and I smiled to myself as I thought of the biblical significance of thorns -- these were obstacles I had to pass to reach salvation.

I don't know why I kept walking, but I went on for a long time without turning back. I should have circled around at some point, and got back on the trail, but I didn't.

As I went deeper into the woods, the atmosphere became more and more close and thick. I was sweating freely and I often had to run a hand over my forehead to wipe perspiration away. But my limbs were singing and my heart was full. I breathed deeply, smelling the rich forest scent.

On and on I went, inhaling the smell of the trees and flowers and earth. It was almost intoxicating. I felt wonderful as I made my way through thick ferns and hanging vines and pushed deeper and deeper into the enclosing trees.

At last I stopped, in a small glade with an opening high above in the tree canopy, that left a little light shining on the forest floor. I looked around, eager to take a break. The ground was covered with creepers, and here and there were large purple flowers, hugging the ground, with succulent leaves and a rich scent. I didn't recognise them straight away but they were so beautiful that I sat down to take a look at them, and to rest my weary legs for a moment.

Ten minutes here, I thought to myself, and then I'd better start think about heading back.

I lay on my belly on the ground and examined one of the purple flowers. There was a low hum in the air, as if bees were around, but I couldn't see any. I touched the petals with my fingers. The flowers were crown-shaped, about six inches across, with purple petals that became a pinkish-gold towards the centre of the flower. The stamens were large, among the largest I'd ever seen -- long, rather thick and with a bulbous tip, lightly dusted with a waxy-looking pollen. As I examined the stamens, turning them over with my fingers, I had the strangest impression that they seemed to get bigger from me touching them. But it had to be a trick of the light. Still, they were at least three inches long.

There were multiple carpels in the centre of the flower, with what appeared to be pistils. I touched one of them with my finger and it sprang open, revealing an unusually large and deep ovary -- there was a heady burst of scent as it happened, so strong it made me feel slightly dizzy. The interior of the ovary was a deep purple and glistened slightly.

I don't know how long I lay there, staring at the flower, inhaling its scent. I only know that it was too long.

Abruptly, I rolled over and sat up, only to find that my ankles had somehow become entangled in the creepers on the forest floor. The creepers were wrapped right around my ankles and hopelessly tangled up. I was surprised, and leaned forward to undo them, but the creepers weren't dried out and brittle, as I'd thought, but surprisingly lush and thick. Each of them was about a centimetre thick and they were slightly elastic. Just tugging at them didn't break them. I reached down to my pocket to get out my penknife to cut them. If I couldn't cut them, it would be a while before I could free my ankles and stand up.

As my hand touched the pocket of my shorts, I felt something whip around my wrist and I looked down.

A creeper was actually snaking around my wrist. I could see it moving, wrapping around my forearm, holding my arm in place, stopping me from reaching my pocket.

I felt a shock of fear in my gut.

I reached with my other arm to free my right wrist, but even as I did so another creeper came out of nowhere and lashed itself around my right wrist, dragging my hand back to the ground beside me.

Now, I was held to the ground by creepers around my ankles and wrists.

I thought that there must be somebody doing this, and I looked around, scared. 'Hello?' I said aloud. 'Stop this! Let me go! Hello? Who's there? What do you want?'

There was no answer. But then I saw more creepers, snaking along the ground, coming towards me, rearing up and sliding onto my bare legs, pushing slowly but inexorably up towards my torso.

'What's going on?' I said in alarm, truly scared now. I didn't know what in the world was happening. Plants did not do this. Was this some strange plant-animal hybrid? Was I its prey? I struggled to pull my ankles and wrists free, but the creepers simply tightened, not squeezing me painfully but not letting me go either.

One creeper was pushing up my chest, it's blunt tip waving gently as it snaked up towards my face, and I leaned my head back, scared, in case it was going to attack me or sting me in some way -- but it simply went past my right ear and then I felt it slowly starting to encircle my head, going under my jaw and then up over the top of my head. I panicked. I thrashed desperately, trying to get free, but the creepers had me in a firm grip.

'Stop!' I cried. 'Please! Don't do this! I don't know what you want, but leave me alone! Stop!' On some level I thought that the creepers could be reasoned with, that there must be some intelligence controlling them, but they seemed to ignore me completely. I pulled desperately with my arms and legs, but it was useless.

And then the creepers on my torso started to snake up inside my shirt, relentless, wrapping themselves around my chest, holding me down.

'Oh God!' I cried out, and then felt bad for this careless use of Our Lord's name. 'Oh God, save me!' I cried again. 'Lord, please, deliver me! Help me!'

Another creeper came up the front of my shirt and went inside the collar, then seemed to hook around the collar itself and pulled down, slowly but forcefully. The back of the collar dug into the back of my neck and I gasped with pain, but then my t-shirt started to rip down the front, and then the creeper yanked it and the fabric tore completely, the two halves falling away, exposing my bare chest. I struggled frantically. 'Please!' I begged. 'Leave me! Please don't do this! What are you doing!'

And then, with a surge of horror, I suddenly had an inkling of what the creepers were doing, because one of them snaked up inside the right leg of my shorts and hooked itself over the waist band, and began to pull down. At the same time, I felt my trainers being hauled off my feet by more creepers wrapping themselves around them.

That's when I realised that the plant, whatever it was, was trying to strip me.

'Oh please NO!' I screamed, hearing my voice sounding weak and shaky, and feeling disgusted with myself for how pathetic I sounded. But I was so horrified at the nameless sin that seemed to be about to visited upon me that I was shaking uncontrollably. The creeper pulling on the waist band of my shorts was pulling so hard that the front button popped, and all of a sudden my shorts were loose enough that they started to slide down my hips.

'NO!' I screamed again. 'NO! PLEASE!', and I squirmed and writhed in the grip of the creepers, but it was useless. My shorts were slowly tugged down my hips, revealing just my tight white briefs, and as the shorts were pulled off me more creepers tugged on them until they split completely and fell away in rags. This was terrifying to me, the thought of being exposed, the thought of having my clothes slowly and relentlessly plucked from my body in the open air, in a place where after all anyone could see me -- where, after all, I could see myself. I was deeply afraid of being undressed among other people and I always covered myself with a towel when I had been in the changing rooms at school, but now my clothes were not only being taken off me but destroyed in the process. There would be no way back, no way for me to cover myself after the final indignity, I would be supremely vulnerable and exposed, I would be naked, a naked boy, alone in the middle of a forest - anyone would be able to see me.

And then it was happening, oh God, what I most feared above all, the humiliation I was most terrified of -- the creepers slowly slid inside my briefs and hooked themselves onto the fabric and were, pulling, pulling, so that the thin white briefs were ever so slowly but unstoppably pulled down my writhing, bucking hips, and gradually, bit by bit, I was forced to look at myself being uncovered, first my bottom as the seat of the pants was dragged downwards.

'Oh NO!' I screamed, closing my eyes and averting my gaze, but the creeper around my head forced my head to face down my body, and delicate but strong tendrils opened my eyelids, so that I had to watch what was happening to me. I was gasping with shame and weeping helplessly as the fabric of the pants was stretched and torn to breaking point, until abruptly my penis and balls were uncovered, and then the poor tortured material tore and the rags of my briefs were torn off me and flung outside.

'Oh Jesus Christ our lord!' I wept. 'Please, no! Please, deliver me!' Finally it had happened, what I most feared above all: I was stripped, in the grip of the demonic creepers, a writhing, naked teenage boy suffering an inexplicable and shaming assault. I was made to take in the sight of my agonised, naked body, my limbs tugging and flexing as I squirmed helplessly in the grip of the creepers. 'PLEASE!' I sobbed. 'PLEASE don't do this to me!' But there was nobody around to hear. I had not seen myself naked for years and for it to happen like this was unbearably degrading. I remembered a picture I had seen in an art book at school, of a man and two boys being attacked by some kind of serpent. The sight of the naked man and his sons writhing desperately in the grip of the serpent had made me feel scared and excited. Now, it was me who it was happening to. I was the one who was naked and helpless, my young bare limbs and torso straining against the powerful creepers that were snaking around my body, curling up around my armpits and crotch as I writhed and moaned in horror.

And then, as if being held down and stripped naked and helpless was not enough, the tips of the creepers began to exude a clear, aromatic oil, brushing it all over my naked body, anointing me, basting me, so that little by little I was completely coated in it. I felt it flowing over my eyes and face and I shut my eyes and moaned 'Oh NO! NO! What are you doing! Please don't! Please, whatever you're doing, don't do it to me! Oh pleeease!' It was no use. The oil was in my hair, dripping off my chest, and the creepers were leaking it over my genitals. It was making my skin tingle, intensifying the feeling of the creepers clutching my body, so that every contact I had with the ground or with the plant seemed to be magnified into a piercingly overwhelming flood of sensation.

I kept my eyes shut and sobbed 'Oh no, please, oh PLEASE, no, no, no...please, let me go...' but it kept happening. And then I felt myself being turned over, gradually, so that I went from sitting up, to writhing and kicking on my side, to finally squirming in impotent rage and terror on my belly, on the forest floor.




The Woods Ch. 01



'Oh nooo...' I wept as I felt the oil trickling down into the tight cleft between my bare buttocks. The creepers around my head wound further, lifting my head up, and my arms were lashed together behind my back so that I could barely move at all -- and then my head was forced around so that I was facing back over my shoulder. It was painful and I opened my eyes, blinking the sticky-sweet oil out of them. My body was trembling with the overwhelming horror of what was happening to me.

I looked over my shoulder, down at my naked back and bottom, and the very sight of it flooded me with shame, that I should be in such an undignified and humiliating posture -- but then, the creepers were pulling my legs apart, and then, to my appalled horror, I saw the stamen of one of the purple flowers rising up between my naked thighs and swelling, visibly, before my eyes, into a thick, fleshy appendage, at least two feet long and an inch thick, and then it was bending, the tip of it lowering until it pointed downwards, and the shaft rose up behind it like a snake and pushed the waxy, bulbous anther of the flower towards my...

'Oh NO! NO! PLEASE, GOD, NO! NOT THAT! PLEASE! PLEASE!' I screamed, and I writhed and gagged with fear and disgust as the thick purple anther lowered itself to the cleft of my bottom and then began, terrifyingly, to push into the cleft, parting my naked buttocks, preparing me for the final humiliation, the unspeakable vileness and degradation that the plant wanted to visit on me. Innocent as I was of the ways in which people have sex, I had some kind of primal animal sense of what it was about to do to me and I bucked and thrashed frantically, trying to evade what was so clearly my destiny, but the smooth, slippery, cool bulb of the anther had little difficulty in pushing the tight, fleshy globes of my buttocks apart and pressing up against the clenched muscle of my anus. It was slightly soft and pliant but the pressure of it between my buttocks felt like it had immense strength behind it.

That's when I knew, clear as day, that the plant wanted to do to me what gay men sometimes did to each other. What men sometimes did to women. I knew that unless a miracle happened, unless my prayers were answered, I was about to be subjected to that. I sobbed with self-pity and managed to gabble out the opening of the Lord's Prayer:

'Ohhh...our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be they name, thy k-kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven...give us this day our daily bread and oh please our Father deliver us from evil, deliver us from evil, please...'

Beneath me, my cock was stiff and that brought tears of shame to my eyes, because I knew that I should not be aroused by the rape that was happening to me. The creepers suddenly yanked me bodily to the left, about six inches, and I felt my cock dragged across the forest floor before coming to rest in a cool, moist, tight fold -- the ovary of one of the purple flowers.

The cool tightness of the flower closed voluptuously around the shaft of my penis, and it seemed to pull on me.

'AAUUUHHHH!' I screamed, my eyes tight shut, horrified, because I was finally realising that it was going to happen and that I could do nothing -- I was going to be raped by the forest, and my own desires in the matter meant nothing at all.

The moist opening beneath me seemed to part once again, and my penis was engulfed by tight, warm moisture, and I strained to look over my shoulder in wide-eyed terror as I saw the shaft of the stamen flex and push down, and then I felt the anther of the flower pressing ruthlessly against my tightly clenched anus. I looked away, shutting my eyes tight and screaming in pain, and then I forced myself to look again, pleading 'PLEASE! PLEASE! Please don't go in my bottom, oh please!'

I strained against it, but it was agony as the thick, muscular bulb of the anther pushed against my tight bottom-hole and at last, oh God, it forced me open, pushing into my anus, violating me, sodomising me.

'OOOOOOH!' I screamed. 'Oh PLEASE no! PLEASE don't rape me! Please don't rape me! Oh please! Oh Lord Jesus deliver me! Oh lord God, SAVE ME! Oh PLEASE!' Then I felt it pushing further in. The pain was terrible. I had had no idea that it hurt so much to be anally penetrated. What made it worse was that the plant had no conscience whatever -- it was simply using me for its own purpose, fucking me up my bottom because it was in its nature to do so.

I was still writhing and screaming, although now my screams were mere wordless howls of pain and humiliation, and the stamen pushed further up into my rectum, piercing me and sodomising me harder. I stopped struggling for a moment and the pain subsided a little, and I felt the shaft sliding even deeper into my rectum, which made me give a guttural grunt of surprise and shock: 'UuuuUUNNHHH!' The shaft slid a little further in, and once again I moaned 'UUNNHHH! Oh PLEASE...!'

It was useless. There was nothing I could do. I was simply being raped, and nothing was answering my cries. No miracle had happened. I was the abandoned victim of an assault so total and so horrifying that I could never have conceived of it. I let myself cry helplessly, and I no longer had the strength to try and resist. I lay there and sobbed as it urgently pumped into and out of my arse, the flower beneath me alternately squeezing and relaxing around the shaft of my penis.

I was a prone naked boy, trussed with creepers and helplessly being raped by the plants in the forest, and almost as soon as I stopped trying to resist, my utter submission to what was happening to me seemed to give the plants some sort of confidence, because I felt another stamen pushing at my lips. Inwardly, I burned with shame but I accepted that this was my destiny, to be raped in my mouth as well. Whimpering, I parted my lips and accepted the stamen in my mouth. Now I was being raped at both ends and I gave in to it, moaning as the fleshy plant organs pumped into my helpless naked body and sought to milk me of my own seed. I felt more creepers swarming over me, faster now, slithering all over my lithe, nude body, feeling me, caressing me, invading every part of me, and they wrapped themselves in a thick weave around my eyes, blindfolding me so that I was reduced even further to a weakly squirming piece of meat, a boy-whore for this rapacious plant that wanted only to plant its seed in my boyish pussy.

Pussy -- that was the word for the hole where the plant was raping me, I realised dimly. It was technically my anus, my arse, whatever you wanted to call it, but in truth it was my pussy, my cunt, and I was nothing but a flesh puppet for the spirit of nature to use as its seed carrier. The feeling of being fucked like a girl made me moan thickly with horror and arousal. Yes, that was what I was, nothing but a girl - a cute young thing with a tight bum and a willing mouth who was ready to let herself be fucked in any and every orifice. I heard my own moans and whimpers rising in pitch and it made my cock more stiff. I pushed my hips back and forth, more than giving in, offering myself, offering my girlish body to this plant, letting it take me, urging it to use me any way it wanted to.

You have fallen, said a voice in my head.

Yes, I confessed.

You are no longer fighting. You have given in.

I am not strong enough to fight this, I said. The thick anther was filling my mouth with that intoxicating scent. I licked and tongued it deliriously.

You have yielded your mouth, your cock, your boy-cunt, said the voice. You have let this happen to you.

I had no choice, I thought, weeping quietly even as I sucked on the stamen in my mouth.

You are no girl, the voice said. Women have more self-respect. You are just a mouth. A penis. A cunt.

The vision of myself, trussed, naked, blindfold, squirming and moaning as the plant mouth-fucked me and buggered me, was flashed across my retina and I could no longer hold it in. I felt myself cumming helplessly, my stiff cock pumping what felt like years of accumulated semen into the ovary of the plant beneath me. I screamed through my mouthful of plant stamen, a wet, choked, bubbling howl of arousal and release. The orgasm tore through my body in a tidal wave of pleasure and sensation.

And then it ebbed. I was limp and gasping. The plant had not stopped raping me. The stamen that was buggering me was sending waves of pain and arousal through me. My virgin anus hurt like nothing I'd ever felt. As I came down from my orgasm, I came back to myself and whimpered pathetically.

The stamen in my mouth was throbbing and suddenly it exploded with fluid -- sweet-smelling and faintly vegetable-tasting. I choked and gasped as the stamen came out of my mouth and pumped more of the thick fluid over my face. The creepers unwrapped from my eyes and more of the sticky fluid was pumped into them, drenching my face in sticky opaque sap, blinding me. Then, oh God, at last, the stamen that was violating me anally came into me, pumping its juice deep into my bowels, impregnating me with its sap, viciously pistoning in and out of my poor, abused bottom. The fluid filled my rectum and burst out, leaking over my bum. The stamen withdrew from me, causing me to yelp with pain. I could feel the creepers unwinding themselves from around my trembling, filthy, raped, naked body.

Then there was just a faint slithering as the creepers withdrew, before I was lying face down, a bruised, naked, violated boy in a pool of the plant's thick purple semen.

I must have passed out for about five minutes because when I woke up, I was not freezing cold and the liquid on my face and body was still lukewarm. I immediately started weeping again, but I made myself sit up -- wincing with agony from the pain -- and wiped the thick fluid from my face.

I was naked and degraded and beaten and filthy. My clothes were in torn rags. Somehow I would have to make my way back home like this.

As I sat and looked through tear-filled eyes at the rags of my clothes, I felt the first drop of rain.

It was warm and I didn't feel cold, but I was still trembling with shock. I sat with my knees drawn up to my chest and hugged myself, weeping quietly.

Then I heard them call my name.

I looked up, and hanging in the light rain before me were three forms. They were translucent and humanoid and seemed to be wearing clothes, although how the clothes stayed on, I couldn't tell -- they were more like tendrils of cloth that clung onto their bodies. Their faces were identical, but their bodies were not. The one on the left was male, the one on the right female, and the one in the middle seemed to shift from one gender to the other. They looked young, about my age, but also somehow ageless. Their skin was a faint, shimmering, golden-violet colour. Their eyes were slightly slanted. They were beautiful. They looked down at me impassively.

I shuddered with fear and hugged myself tighter.

Sandy, they said again, and I realised that theirs was the voice I had heard in my head.

'Wh-who are you?' I gasped.

It was us who brought you here, they said. Do not be afraid.

'Who are you?' I asked them again. 'Why did you do this to me?'

Do you have to ask? they said. We are nature.

'You are the devil,' I said bitterly, feeling the tears pricking my eyes. 'You're the devil, and you want to corrupt me. But I will not let you.'

You are corrupt, they said, but not because of us. You were corrupted when you came here. Now you are on the way to becoming free.

'I am a good Christian!' I cried, and I rose to my feet, my legs shaking, not caring that I was now exposed to them. 'I have faith! You are Satan, and you are trying to seduce me! But it won't work!'

They smiled.

We already seduced you, they said. You gave in. You fell. You let your nature triumph over what you call your faith. You submitted to nature.

'Never!' I cried, through tears of rage. 'How dare you! You...you RAPED me! You took me and stripped me and you raped me! You may have violated my body but I am strong in faith! I will be redeemed!'

Your god did not answer you, they said implacably. You were not saved. Nature took you because your god is not there to help you.

'That's a lie!' I sobbed.

Your god, said the one that seemed female, is a cruel invention of men. A sadistic game-player who tricks men and women into denying nature.

'Jesus died for me!' I said, clinging onto my faith, the only thing that would save me in this sickening world where nature could casually take a teenage boy and rob him of innocence and use him like a piece of meat. The forest seemed to be spinning around me. Only the three forms floating before me were a fixed point. I felt dizzy and sick.

A man died for his beliefs two thousand years ago, and what is that to you?

'He was the Son of God!' I insisted. 'The Son of Man! He died so that I could be redeemed!'

Son of God? said the male one. Son of Man? Which is it? Sandy, your god did not help you. You have no choice. You must accept nature.

'NEVER!' I screamed, and I turned and ran, blindly.

I did not hear them call me. I just ran, plunging through the undergrowth, not caring that I was naked, as the rain began to fall harder and turn colder. Soon it was a downpour and I could barely see from the water streaming down my face -- rain mingled with my tears. It was washing the sticky secretions and oil and semen off my body. My feet were scratched and cut from the twigs and thorns. I ran, weeping, and then I plunged through some ferns and I felt my foot catch on a root.

I flew through the air and landed in soft mud. I managed to keep my face out of it, but as soon as I moved to get up, my legs were sinking.

And, oh God, that's when I knew I was in quicksand.

I did not have the presence of mind to stop moving, to stay calm and work out a way out. I thrashed and screamed for help, but with every movement my legs sank further into the lukewarm mud until I was in it up to the tops of my hips. I looked around wildly for a root or creeper to hang onto but there was nothing. I was sinking further. It was enveloping my naked hips and then I was in up to my waist. Immobilised, I looked around some more, babbling to myself in fear, but the soft mud was drawing me downwards and I could feel it oozing about my naked body as I sank up to my chest.

'HELP!' I screamed. There was no answer. There was nothing.

'Lord Jesus! Save me!' I cried out. I sank further, the mud now oozing around my chest. I tried moving to loosen myself, but I simply sank further in. Now it was up to my nipples and armpits. Finally, I stopped struggling and looked up to the skies, feeling myself sliding, sliding downwards, inexorably...

'Lord God,' I whispered, 'please, I have tried to be a good boy, I have done your bidding, I have loved you with all my heart, I have believed in the redemption of your Son, all I want is to be a good Christian boy -- please, please, Lord, if you can hear me, please, all I ask is that I be saved to do your work...'

It was up to my chin. I tilted my face upwards, feeling it ooze around my ears and the back of my cropped scalp. My arms were above the surface. I held them up to the skies.

'Please, Lord,' I gasped, 'please, save this poor sinner...'

I felt it, coming up around my face, folding up into my ears, the thick black mud on my cheeks, folding about the crown of my head, and then I could see it out of the corners of my eyes as I sank, down, deeper, and I could hear nothing from the mud in my ears, and now it was coming together, folding over my mouth, and I spat it out and let out a last, hoarse 'PLEEEEASE! OH GOD! SOMEONE HELP MEEE!', but then the mud oozed up around my nose and I shut my eyes and felt myself sink into the pit of black mud, and it covered my eyes and folded over my forehead and then I had vanished beneath the surface, my lungs bursting, just my bare forearms above the surface, and then even as my lungs were about to explode and my legs frantically kicked as I tried to touch some bottom of the pit with my toes, but felt nothing, I could feel the mud oozing and forcing itself around my hips, curling about my penis, a thick shaft of it solidifying and pushing between my straining buttocks and I realised with hopeless despair that even here I was not safe, even drowning in thick mud I could be raped once again, and that this was the afterlife for me, to be hanging there, naked, being buggered and violated in the thick black mud forever...

Strong fingers curled about my wrists and I was lifted effortlessly. The mud turned to liquid, parting to release me, and as I felt myself emerging into the air I opened my mouth and hauled in a huge breath of air.

I was saved.

I was let down on solid ground and I simply crouched there, shaking, breathing heavily, my entire body caked in filthy black mud. The rain was still falling but it was lighter again, and warmer. I felt myself being cleansed. It was as if the rain was washing me with gentle hands, making me clean and whole once again.

I quietly thanked God, and opened my eyes.

There they were. The three forms, looking down at me tenderly but also with a faint trace of contempt.

Looking up at them, my chest heaving, as I crouched naked, wet and exhausted on the blessedly hard ground, I understood.

'It wasn't God that saved me,' I said.

It was not.

'You only saved me when I asked for help from somebody. Not from God.'

Their expressions softened slightly.

You saved yourself. You did the human thing.

I hung my head in shame.

In the uttermost despair, when I was quite literally sinking into the pit, when I was entirely alone and helpless, I had stopped asking for help from God and I had cried out for someone else, some person, to rescue me.

My faith had failed.

I looked up at them again, wracked with shame and grief, and they were looking down at me with compassion.

You are not weak. You are not a sinner. You did the right thing.

'But you saved me,' I sobbed.

You saved yourself, they said, and pointed to the ground. There beside me was a thick rope of vine. My hands were raw and stung from the force with which I had grasped it to pull myself out. But hadn't I been taken out? I couldn't remember. And I couldn't remember seeing the vine, or touching it, let alone pulling myself out with it. Already it also seemed so vague, a hazy blur of terror and pain.

Follow us, they said in a kindly tone, and they began to float back through the woods.

I dragged myself to my feet and forced myself to walk after them, retracing my steps back to the glade with the creepers and purple flowers. The rain fell on me, soothing my aching body, washing away the filth and dirt.

I re-entered the glade, and as I did so the rain stopped and the sun shone down. There in a patch of sunlight was my rucksack.

Look inside, they said. I walked over to it and knelt, stiffly, wincing as I did so. Inside it was a clean pair of shorts, some tight briefs and a t-shirt. I had clothes, after all. I was not going to be forced to walk naked out of the woods and seek help from some stranger and have to explain what had happened to me.

I looked up at the three figures, who regarded me benevolently. The warm sun played on my bare body as I knelt in the glade.

You may go, they said. But you will return. You have much to learn. Your nature must unfold, free of the lies and stories that you have been feeding yourself. The next time, when you come back, it will be of your own accord. And you will see and feel much more, and differently, than you did this time. You must learn to become your body. It has much to teach you. In the meantime, be healed, boy. Go home and rest.




The Woods Ch. 01



They floated towards me. Wonderingly, I stood up. They encircled me and I felt their arms around me, their bodies touching me, like the ghosts of flesh, and as the sun poured down on me I shut my eyes and gasped as I felt their lips and hands and bodies on mine, and the pain dulled, and energy flooded into me. I moaned softly as they touched me all over, letting them caress every part of me, their healing fingers easing the ache in my bottom and my raw hands and my wracked limbs.

'Ooooh...' I sighed quietly.

I felt lips kissing mine, and I didn't care which of them it was. Then there was a breath of a cool breeze, and they were gone.

I opened my eyes. The glade was filled with later afternoon sun. I put my clothes on slowly and retrieved my trainers and socks. My torn clothes were still there but they looked as if they had been lying in the forest for centuries; they were ancient, brittle and shreds of themselves.

What was left was the memory of it -- the shame, the humiliation, the physical pleasure of the orgasm, the bliss of submitting to nature, the tears caused by the demolition of my pride. The violation of my body...who or what had violated me? How could I ever explain this?

I put my rucksack on my back, had a much-needed drink of water and began to walk back to the track.



The Woods Ch. 02



In the last chapter I had a shocking encounter with plant life -- this time it's something partway between animal and human...

*

After my return home, I had to struggle hard to conceal what had happened to me. I took a long, hot shower, and for the first time in years I took it in the nude. There seemed to be no point, now, in covering myself up. I had been put back in contact with my body and now I was unable to prevent myself from feeling the sensuality that I had denied myself all through my adolescence. I was a boy, a young man, on the verge of adulthood -- legally, of course, I was at 18 an adult, although I didn't feel like one -- and for too long I had denied myself the knowledge of my own appetites.

It goes without saying that I didn't tell anyone about what had happened to me. Nobody would have believed me and in any case it was too bizarre, too ridiculous to believe. Not to mention too shameful. And I wasn't even sure that, on some level, it hadn't been some kind of hysterical episode, a hallucination brought on by my long habit of self-denial. The one thing I did know was that, as the following days and weeks went by, my urge to return to the woods grew stronger and stronger. I had no idea what would await me there but I knew that one of the reasons it had been so painful and shaming was that I had resisted it with every fibre of being. All of it until the end, when I gave in to the mysterious figures and let them heal me.

So it was that, three weeks later, I returned to the woods, this time with a sense of foreboding and fear but also readiness. I had to see what would happen if I came back of my own accord.

It was a quite different Saturday the second time around. Before, it had been a warm day. This time it was overcast, close and muggy and it threatened to rain. My mother had warned me that it was bad weather for going walking in, but I disregarded her.

I was careful to leave the track at the exact same spot I had left it last time. I was wearing similar clothes as before -- an old t-shirt, shorts and trainers, but I had taken the precaution of taking a spare set in my rucksack. I couldn't be sure that the same strange miracle would happen as happened before.

I went deeper and deeper into the forest and I must have made a mistake in my navigation, because although I walked for a good hour, I never came near anything that resembled the glade with the creepers and the purple flowers. Instead, the topography of the ground seemed quite different. Before, the woods had been flat with thick undergrowth but now they sloped downwards and was riven with gullies and fallen trunks that I had to scramble over.

The air was thick with midges and they irritated me as I walked. But soon I heard the sound of running water and there was light up ahead. I pushed on through the trees and presently I came to a ravine.

There was a river running through the forest. It was about fifteen feet wide and the water was dark and clear. It broadened into an oval-shaped pool with muddy edges. Some sunlight filtered down through the treetops, but basically it was a very secluded spot. The pool tapered at the end where the river entered and at the other end there was a sort of dam made of branches, leaves, twigs and mud which prevented the water from flowing out. I viewed the pool with uncertainty but also with some interest.

I was hot, and tired from walking, and the pool looked inviting. There were no signs of any human trails and no sounds of human activity, just the wind in the trees, the trickle of the water and the fluttering of dragonflies and the occasional bird.

I am not a very good swimmer but I enjoy it. It didn't take me long to make up my mind. I half-climbed, half-slid down the steep sides of the ravine. At the foot of the steep slope, there was a large patch of green grass which sloped down to the muddy edge of the pool.

There was a huge, flat, neatly-sawn tree stump down there, the only sign that humans had ever been this way. I looked around, reassuring myself that there was nobody about.

There was no sign of anyone.

I took off my trainers and socks and left them on the stump. Then I pulled my t-shirt over my head and folded it neatly, leaving it on top, and finally I took off my shorts and placed them on top of my folded clothes as well.

I was wearing only my tight white briefs. I viewed the still, dark surface of the pool. If I got them wet, they would be uncomfortable to put on. And a little sun was falling on the grass. I reasoned that it made no sense to leave my briefs on.

I slid them down my bare hips and left them with the rest of my clothes.

And so, naked, I carefully walked down the slope and gingerly stepped into the water.

It was cool but not cold. I walked further in, feeling it rise up my calves. The shore of the pool sloped away steeply, the further in I went. When I was only nine or ten feet from the edge, it was already up to the tops of my thighs.

I turned and looked back, and then, summoning my courage, I faced front and dived forward with a whoop. The water of the pool closed briefly over my body as I splashed in.

I surfaced and gasped with shock as the water received me. It was colder than I'd thought, but I wasn't chilled. It felt wonderful. I trod water, reflecting that this was the first time I had ever skinny-dipped. I smiled to myself. The water on my naked body felt great. I swam up and down, practising my crawl, exulting in the feeling of being naked in the water in such a secluded and private place.

I don't know exactly how long it was I had been swimming before I began to get the uncomfortable feeling that there was something else in the pool as well as myself.

At first I thought it was a fish. I was swimming underwater, my eyes open, and although the water was clear enough, it was dark towards the bottom of the pool in a way that made me suspect that the pool was a lot deeper than it looked. I fancied that I glimpsed something moving in the depths.

I surfaced and looked at the water, blinking it out of my eyes, slightly nervous. Even in this small pool I was out of my depth and that put me on my guard.

I ducked under again and swam downwards, to reassure myself and see if it was some kind of pike or large fish. But all I could make out was a vague shape of something darting away from me before my lungs could take no more and I had to surface again.

I swam up and down some more, a little uneasily, but I couldn't see anything else, and so after half an hour or so, I was tired enough that I struck for the shore.

And that's when I felt it touch me. Something brushed against my bare leg, something large and slippery and too warm to be a fish. I jerked my leg away and turned in the water, looking back, scared.

The water seemed to have become murkier and I could just about it see it circling me at a distance beneath the surface, something much bigger than a fish, something maybe as big as me, if not bigger. Now, I was genuinely frightened and I turned again and broke into a crawl. The shore got closer and closer.

Then I felt the hand grasping my ankle.

'Ahhh!' I cried, and tugged on my ankle to free myself, but the hand -- smooth, strong and with long fingers -- had a strong grip. I turned in the water, trying to shake it off, and I managed to free my ankle just as I felt my bum touching the bottom of the pool.

I turned around and scrambled out, splashing as I clumsily exited, and I turned, standing on the muddy shore, feeling suddenly a kind of shame, that made me cover my genitals and bum with my hands. I looked at the tree stump.

My belongings had disappeared. My clothes were gone.

Terrified, I turned back and looked at the surface of the pool, backing away from the water, still trying to cover my nudity with my hands.

The surface rippled and then, slowly, it parted, as a form began to emerge from the pool.

It was upright, like a man. It had a large, broad head rather like that of a frog, but also something like a fish, with a crest. First the top of the head came out, then the eyes, which were bulbous and pale, then the broad reptilian mouth. The creature's skin was dark, glistening, brownish-green, shiny with some kind of transparent slime and rubbery-looking. It had a body like a man's, with broad shoulders and long muscular arms. Its torso was muscled and smooth and its fingers were very long and half-webbed. It was looking straight at me and its broad froglike mouth seemed to be leering at me. It was walking out of the water, straight towards me. Its stomach was hard and as its hips emerged from the water I could see that while its legs were jointed almost like an animal's, it seemed to have human genitalia. Hanging between its legs was a long, thick, dark, glistening, ribbed penis, and behind it I glimpsed the creature's testicles. It had flaps of rubbery skin down the sides of legs and it walked out of the water towards me with a loping gait. It reached out its long arms towards me...

I had been almost frozen with horror, but as soon as the creature was no longer in the water and I could see its broad, splayed, webbed feet, I managed to turn and break into a run for the slope.

I had only got a few steps when I heard a grunt behind me and, to my shock and horror, the creature vaulted over me, turning in mid-air, and landed standing up and facing me, blocking my exit. Its inhuman face was staring right at me, its broad mouth upturned at the corners.

'Please,' I whispered to the woods at large, not hoping that anyone would hear me, 'no...'

I dodged to one side and the creature dodged too, blocking my route to the slope that would lead me out of the ravine. It took a step towards me and I backed away, frantically trying to cover myself with my hands. I was acutely conscious of the fact that I was naked and vulnerable with this inhuman creature. My guts were clenched and I was sweating with fear.

It licked its lips with a long, narrow, pink tongue, revealing rows of rounded, froglike teeth. I was sure that it wanted to attack me. As I backed further away, I felt cold rock touching my shoulders and realised that it had backed me against the side of the ravine. There was no escape.

I looked at it, trembling with fear, this nightmare creature advancing on me, ready to wreak who knew what kind of horror on me, its trembling naked prey, and I sank down to the ground and curled up, staring up at it, sobbing in abject fear.

It stopped, and looked at me and blinked its green eyes. Then it opened its mouth.

What's wrong? it said in a low, gargling, rattling voice.

I shuddered as I realised that it was intelligent, that it could speak, that it was something like me.

'Please...' I sobbed, staring up at it through tear-filled eyes, 'don't hurt me...'

What makes you think I want to hurt you?

Its face was as leering and inscrutable as ever, but there was something in its voice that made me wonder. It was standing six feet away from me, looking down, not venturing any further.

'What do you want with me?' I asked, hugging my naked body to myself and shivering.

The creature licked its lips again and jerked its head in a strange, sideways motion, then looked at me for a long moment.

Why are you scared? it said at last.

Tense, I hugged myself harder, trying to protect myself. I wiped a tear from my eye.

'Shouldn't I be?' I asked.

What do you think I want with you?

I was silent for a moment. Of all the things I thought could happen, this was not one of them -- engaging in questions and answers with this inhuman frog-person.

'I thought,' I said slowly, 'that you wanted to...to kill me. Or something.'

The creature made a squawk. It took me a moment to recognise it as a short laugh. Then it made the jerking sideways motion of its head once more, and then its legs folded in a direction that would be impossible for a human, and it was sitting opposite me, several feet away, looking at me, grinning through its mouthful of teeth.

Why would I want to kill you? it said. You're too big to eat, and what good would it do? Anyway, I don't eat humans.

I don't know why I believed the creature but I did, and a huge wave of relief flooded through me. I felt tears prick to my eyes again but wiped them quickly.

'Oh, thank god,' I muttered.

Don't thank god, said the creature in a sardonic tone, thank me.

I couldn't help it, but I smiled. The creature was already smiling, but its smile grew broader.

My name, it said, is A'nef. This is the closest I can get to reproducing the strange gargling sound that it made.

'Mine is Sandy,' I said.

I know, it said. There are not many secrets in these woods.

I blushed. If A'nef knew my name then it -- then he, the creature was evidently male, then he knew something or everything of what had happened to me.

'Why did you grab my foot in the pool?' I asked.

I wanted to get your attention.

'You frightened me.'

I know, said A'nef and kept on grinning. You're cute when you're scared.

I blushed again. I was not used to being paid compliments, even from such a bizarre creature as this. And then I suddenly laughed, at the sheer incongruity of sitting naked by the side of a pool in the woods, and being paid a compliment by a half-man, half-frog...

You were thinking it's strange to sit here with me and talk like this, said A'nef.

'Yes,' I admitted.

Strange indeed. But no stranger than nature. You came here of your own accord, didn't you?

'Yes, I did,' I said. I relaxed my grip on my knees slightly. The more I got used to A'nef's appearance, that of a human-sized water-demon from a fairytale, the easier it was to talk to him.

You wished to see what would happen if you did that. And now you know. You met me.

The air was still. It was warm. I was no longer shivering with the cold and the fear. My heart was beating fast, but my adrenalin had eased off. There was a faint scent in the air, something cool and herbal and slightly salty. I leaned back against the rock and uncurled one leg, sticking it out straight ahead of me. This exposed me to A'nef but for some reason that didn't bother me. He was so far from being human that it felt like being naked around a fish, or a lizard.

'Well...' I said, and swallowed, 'it's nice to meet you.'

You too. You are very beautiful, Sandy.

I blushed again and smiled. It was ridiculous, in a way, accepting a compliment from this glistening, reptilian figure but it flattered me oddly. And the more I looked at A'nef, the more I could see that there was a sense of coiled power and strength in his body, his muscular torso and long, sinewy arms. He was beautiful the way a strong animal is beautiful, like a big cat.

'I don't know how to take a compliment from you,' I said, smiling at him.

How do you take a compliment from other people?

'I don't know. I've never had many compliments.'

That's a shame.

'What about me is beautiful?' I asked softly.

You are a human. I like the way humans look. Your pink skin. The hair on your head. Your eyes. Your bare arms and legs. Your torso. I like your body, you are slim.

A'nef placed his hands on the ground and moved himself a little closer to me. I watched him approach, curious, slightly apprehensive, but also feeling open and interested to see what he would do next.

Your stomach, he said, and as he approached me the cool, herbal smell grew stronger. It seemed to fill my lungs with a sensation of freshness and warmth.

Your hips, he said, and he moved a little closer and lifted one hand off the ground. I watched him do it, curious, watchful, unafraid.

Your sex, he said. He had raised his left hand up and was holding it, palm-out, before me.

I got onto my knees and sat back on my legs, looking at him. What were we doing? Where was this going?

You wanted to see what would happen if you came her of your own accord, said A'nef.

'I'm still here,' I said softly.

What would you do? What would you enter into, willingly?

'I am open to suggestions,' I said. A'nef's pale green eyes stared into mine. He lowered the middle finger of his left hand.

The tip of it was slightly swollen, and glistening with moisture.

What bonds would you make? What relations would you form? What configurations would you put yourself in?

'I am open,' I whispered, 'to anything.'

A'nef watched me with amusement. I leaned forward, holding his gaze, and took the tip of his middle finger in my mouth.

Immediately I felt it start to swell a little, and he gently pushed it in and out, lightly pumping, as my lips closed about it. I could taste it -- it was secreting a warm, herbal-tasting fluid that heated my mouth like wine. I held his gaze as he tentatively pumped his finger in between my lips. I felt very fresh, very young, very virginal and very adventurous.

He pushed the finger further into my mouth and I leaned forward. The tips of his index and ring fingers came up to my eyes and I shut my eyes, and felt him press them closed, while his thumb and little finger grasped the sides of my face.

Now A'nef's hand was clamped over my face, his middle finger fucking my mouth, and I made a little moan of desire. I knelt up, and I heard and felt him moving closer. And then, oh god, I could feel him touch me, his slimy naked body pressing against mine, his strong arm curling about my shoulders. It was my first ever contact with another real, naked body and I shuddered. Then I smelt his salty breath and felt his long tongue licking my face and head all over, and I whimpered. His long, muscular fingers caressed my back, leaving a coating of slippery mucus on me wherever he touched me, and his other hand pushed my face back so that my head was tilted blindly upwards, my mouth sucking on his phallic 'finger', as he licked my neck and chest and pressed me to him.

I put my arms around him and pulled him into me, wanting us to be as close together as possible, and with an electric thrill I felt our genitals touching. He felt incredibly strong, like steel cabling covered in rubber. He undulated his chest against mine and I whimpered again as I yielded my mouth to him utterly and felt him pumping into my face. I didn't know what kind of inhuman seed he might ejaculate into me and I didn't care. I only knew that this was my first ever consensual sexual encounter and I had to give in to it and let it go wherever it was going.

M'lah, he gargled deep in his throat, oh my Sandy, you are beautiful...

I could only go 'MMMMM!' in reply, a stifled moan of desire. His fingers pressing on my eyelids were oozing some scented liquid over them and it was making my face tingle with arousal. The fact that I could not see, that I was experiencing all of this through touch and smell and taste, was heightening my senses. I had no idea if this was how A'nef had intercourse or if there was something else, something more overwhelming, more invasive, that he had in mind for me but I knew that whatever it was, I would helplessly submit to it.

He was laying me down on my back, his hand still pressed over my face, and I parted my legs and let him lay between them. His slick, slippery skin felt like it was lubricating my entire body. I urged him with my mouth to use me, take me however he wanted, and then I heard him make a low gargling sound and then my mouth was filling up with warm, salty fluid. I swallowed some but then I opened my mouth and let it spill out of me, running down my neck. And then I felt his other fingers spurting the liquid too, it was filling my eyes and pouring over my cheeks and covering my face completely so that I moaned in submission 'OOOOooh god...ohh please...mmblll...'




The Woods Ch. 02



The fluid was sticky and I tried to open my eyes, but couldn't. I felt his tongue licking my face and head and it made me wriggle with arousal.

Sandy, he growled in my ear, I would couple with you.

'Do it!' I gasped. 'Oh please...'

Get on all fours, he said, getting off me.

Blindly, I turned around so that I was on all fours, facing away from him, and I felt his slippery fingers caress my back and hips and slide in between the globes of my naked buttocks. Oh god, here I was, a naked teenage boy-whore, willingly giving myself up to some kind of water-demon -- what was I doing, how could this be happening, what was he doing to me...

Are you ready to be my wife? he said.

'Yes!' I gasped, squirming, feeling his sticky cum thickly coated on my face, jamming my eyes closed, his tongue flicking around my head, covering me with his saliva.

You must beg me, A'nef growled.

'Oh please,' I gasped, 'please, A'nef, make me your wife, take me, take your wife in her cunt, pleeease...'

You submit to me, he said in a thick voice. From this time on you are no man but my wife and chattel, until I release you. Now, accept me.

'Yes,' I whispered, 'oh yes, please, fuck me, oh please...'

And then I felt his long, thick, ribbed penis pushing between my exposed buttocks and pressing against my slippery anus, and the feel of his hands stroking my back and my vulnerable position and my helpless submission to him made it easy for me to push my naked hips backwards and feel his penis pierce my arse.

It stung. He was big. I gasped with the pain. But then I felt myself stretching and him filling me up, and my mouth hung open in an O and I just moaned as he slid up into me, his ribbed penis sending shafts of pain and pleasure through my bowels.   

'OooUUNHHHHH!!!' I squealed, as the frog-demon penetrated me and slowly began to sodomise me, as I knelt on all fours naked before him, my cock stiff and dripping pre-cum beneath me.

Oohhhh, A'nef moaned as he entered me, and I heard the exquisite pleasure in his voice as he took me, dominating me, treating me like his girl, his human plaything. This was it, this was the first time I had ever consented to sex with another living creature -- and I was on my hands and knees, moaning, as a dark, inhuman frog-creature knelt behind me and was anally fucking me. And even that was not the final domination.

I managed to force my eyes open and looked through the film of sticky semen on my face, just in time to look up, and see A'nef's tall body craning over me, and his wide mouth opening hugely, and descending, and for a brief moment I was seized with terror and screamed briefly before his mouth descended over my head and closed, his lips around my neck, so that he was crouched behind me, his penis pumping into my rectum and his entire mouth closed over my head.

I felt like the prey of an animal. His tongue inside his mouth, wrapping itself and curling itself about my head, was slowly licking off the semen and I was helpless to do anything -- if I tried to get away, he could bite my head off at the neck. I had submitted myself to this and I could not stop it from happening.

A'nef's penis was thrust deep into my rectum and I felt it touch my prostate. I was cumming helplessly, screaming uselessly and ecstatically into the cavern of the creature's mouth as he fucked me urgently on the grass by the deep pool. My cum was spurting over the grass and his hand was jerking on my penis, milking me. The tip of his tongue pushed between my lips and he fucked my mouth briefly with his prehensile tongue while I gave stifled moans of nameless emotion, something between outrage and ecstasy that he could use me in this way.

I am going to make you into my wife, Sandy, he growled, his voice filling my ears. His tongue left my mouth.

'Ohhh please...' I moaned, 'do it, do anything you want to me, make me your wife...'

His hands were caressing my naked chest and hips, and suddenly I felt my penis, which was already slack, shrinking, while my nipples became incredibly sensitive. I undulated beneath him, moaning in shock, and I could feel that what he had said was not a metaphor -- it was becoming literally true. His right hand was massaging my penis and it was becoming smaller and smaller, while my chest was swelling under his left hand, and with amazement and horror I could feel that, oh god, it was true, I was growing breasts...

'What are you doing?!' I whimpered.

It is necessary, came his voice in my ears, and I was squirming, weakly trying to evade it, but his penis was still thrust up my rear end and his right hand had massaged my own penis to the point where I could feel it shrinking to nothing, and then, oh god, inverting, becoming a hollow, a cavity between my thighs, which his fingers were hollowing out. He was changing my very anatomy, literally turning me into...

Turning me into a girl.

His left hand was stroking and kneading my swelling breasts, and the long fingers of his right hand were thrust inside my now moist and tingling vagina, and now I was no longer a boy but a naked girl beneath him, being fucked in my anus, and a second organ, something thick and slippery, was pushing into my vagina, and the ghost of my penis was flooded with sensation because he had made me completely feminine. I screamed as I felt my by now heavy breasts being squashed together by his hands, and his dual penis was pumping into both my arse and my pussy, and what was left of me was helplessly moaning in a high, girl's voice 'Ohhhh, fuck me, please, fuck me, take me, do what you want with me, oh yesss, oh please...' before his tongue went in my mouth again and all of my orifices were full of him. I knew, for those moments, what it was like to be a young girl being taken in every available hole. It was overwhelming and my girlish voice was making stifled moans, and my slim girl's body was shaking as he took me.

Then I heard something moving in his thorax and his mouth made gulping noises, and as he grabbed my hips and pulled me back, impaling me on his inhuman cock, making me scream with pain and arousal, I suddenly felt my head and shoulders being drenched with some kind of salty, fishy-smelling liquid and I was cumming again, incredibly, even as I felt him shooting his semen deep into my arse and cunt, filling me, the liquid bursting out of my arsehole and pouring down my thighs and over my perineum onto the grass.

He let go of my head with his mouth and through my shut eyelids I sensed daylight. He pulled out of me and we rolled together, kissing and touching each other in a writhing, sticky, fluid tangle in which I could no longer feel whether I was a boy or a girl. I seemed to have him inside me everywhere. We rolled and fought and struggled, me striving to hold him down, and I felt once more that my vagina had gone -- I once again had a penis and testicles, but I could feel his chest pressing against my slippery, heavy breasts. I could feel his tight, humanoid, sexy buttocks with my hands and more than anything else I wanted to enter him. As we rolled on the ground I managed to wipe some of the fluid off my face and I looked down my body and saw that I had female breasts but male genitals. I looked up at him and his frog-face was leering down at me, grinning inhumanly. I gasped as he held me down and sat astride my chest, and then he was reaching back between my legs, spreading them.

'What are you going to do to me?' I whimpered. It was my own voice, this time.

You are going to take me one more time, he rasped, and I felt his long slippery fingers reaching underneath me, between my buttocks, his long arm jointing at an impossible angle.

'Oh no!' I shrieked as I felt his fingers pushing at my raw, lubricated ass, but he was implacable.

Yes, he said. You are still my wife. I am the master.

'Please!' I begged him, half-wanting it, half not, as his fingers slid inside me down to the knuckle, but he ignored me, and as I lay on my back with my legs spread, he slowly worked his hand inside me. I shut my eyes and rolled my head from side to side, crying 'Oh please! No! Oh God! I can feel you inside me...I can feel your hand...please don't do it...oh god, what are you...oh pleeease! AaaAAUNNH!'

He placed his penis between my breasts and pumped, and the friction of his cock between them made me arch my back and squeal as his hand slithered up inside my arse. It was more overwhelming than I could bear.

'NO!' I screamed, yielding to him, ashamed of what I wanted, but also loving what he was doing to me, how he was using me, how he was violating me. His strong knees forced my breasts to squeeze his cock and then, as I was writhing, impaled on his fist, he taught me that I would not be able to take him, that he was the master, that I was indeed his true wife. His penis between my breasts came in my face and I opened my mouth and tried to gulp down his salty cum, but it was spraying all over my face and head and soon my face was covered in the thick, foamy spray of his white cum, even as my naked body squirmed, his fist shoved up into my rectum up to his wrist and beyond.

'MMBLLL! Mmnllbll...unnhh....unnhhh...oh Christ I can feel your fist in me...oh take me...oh take me...oh take me....ohhhHHHH!!!' I choked and spat as his cum thickly covered my face and filled my mouth, and his fist twirled inside me, brutally taking away the last of my dignity and making my cock spurt one last time -- a helpless, blinded, naked girl-boy being fisted up my arse by this water-demon.

And then, when I came back to myself, I was laying in his arms, my naked body covered in his secretions, still blinded by the congealed, sticky fluid coating my face and neck and chest, my nerves and flesh humming and aching with the extremity of he had done to me. I tentatively touched my body with my hands and I could feel that my breasts had gone. I was a boy again.

I have released you, he said at last. You are no longer my wife. You are a boy once more, and free to do what you will.

'Am I gonna get pregnant?' I asked weakly, smiling, and he chuckled.

Many strange things may happen.

'Strange things have been happening to me for a while now,' I murmured.

Those humans who have coupled with my people are never the same again.

'I can believe it,' I said. I felt him untangling his body from mine and then he was up, with the speed of an animal. I sat up too, vainly trying to wipe the thick, sticky fluid from my face.

Come, he said. I will wash you.

I docilely let him lead me to the pool and then he tenderly but thoroughly washed my body, washing away all the secretions and fluids, until I was once again clean, pink, naked and wet. He stood waist-deep in the water, looking at me.

Goodbye, Sandy.

'Goodbye, A'nef,' I said, my throat tight. 'Will we meet again?'

He shrugged. It depends. It may not be thought right. You are being educated, and I am only a stage in your education.

'It was...' I started, but couldn't finish. He smiled.

Do not try to find the words now, he said. And don't worry. We will meet again in your dreams.

And he took a step back, blinked once, and vanished beneath the surface.

I stood, watching the still surface of the water for a moment. Then I turned and walked out, on shaky legs. It didn't surprise me that my clothes had reappeared on the tree-stump. I got dressed and set off for home, my mind churning with the memories of what we had done.

A'nef was right. To this day, I dream of him -- not every night, but often enough for it to remain vivid. In some part of my mind, that was a place where I was as fulfilled as I have ever been -- naked and helpless on my hands and knees beside a dark pool, while a nightmarish water-creature fucks me anally while holding my head inside his mouth, letting me see what it would be like to be someone else -- something else. I was changed forever.

But I had no idea of what was to come. I had little idea that there were other things in the forest that would not use me as tenderly as A'nef had. And that there were things that would happen to me that would almost take away my sanity -- things that would make me wonder about my deepest urges, that would make me question reality itself.



The Woods Ch. 03



My encounter with A'nef left me with a deep feeling of how right it was that I was going to the woods and having the kinds of strange, scary, overwhelming experiences I was having there. 

A'nef had not been human and in some ways he had been brutal with me, but he had also been tender and affectionate and had made it clear what I was submitting to. And he had brought such intense pleasure to my body and spirit that I craved something like the same experience again. 

Which is why the next time I went to the woods, I felt like I was almost dizzy with arousal the whole way there. It was another overcast, muggy day and the heat and gloom of the forest felt incredibly sensual. I was dressed in a t-shirt and the shortest pair of shorts I owned -- they were actually a pair I had used in school for gym class when I was about fourteen, and although I am not large and hadn't grown all that much in the meantime, on my eighteen-year-old hips they were tight and left little to the imagination, even when (as now) I was wearing briefs under them. The tightness of my shorts made me feel deliciously wanton and as I walked through the woods, I half-hoped that I might attract some attention from actual people...perhaps some girl might see me and invite me over...

But as usual, the woods were empty of people and I was faintly disappointed as I found the spot where I always left the track. I walked on into the woods, leaving civilisation and people behind, and as before, although I couldn't put my finger on exactly why, I had the strangest sensation that I was never in the same woods twice. The first time, the ground had been overgrown and covered in vines and creepers; the second time, it had been sloping and riven with steep hills and ravines, with a river; this time, it was more like a park with a forest. The trees were well-behaved and stood discreet distances apart from each other, and the ground was flat and covered not with vines or stones but grass. 

I walked on, enjoying the sensation of my body moving inside my clothes, looking around at the trees, wondering where, this time, the temptation and the pleasure would come from. Would it be plant? Animal? Would I find it frightening, or would it be something that, this time, I would welcome like a lover? I was determined to keep my self-possession and welcome whatever happened, but also to remain in control. 

This time, I felt aroused before I started. This time, I wanted to be the one in command; I did not want to submit once more, to always be the one being possessed. I felt that there was something shameful in the way that first the plants and then A'nef had treated me like something to be dominated; surely I needed to learn what it was like to be the dominant one.

And as time went by, and nothing happened but I went further and further into the seemingly endless rows of trees, walking across the neat grass, it seemed less and less likely that anything was going to come and get me. Was I supposed to go and find something to take for myself? Was I to be the sexual predator this time? The idea excited me, but I couldn't see anything to prey on.

After a while I stopped, in one of the endless series of glades that punctuated my walk, and I looked around. There were no other creatures anywhere and nothing for anywhere to come from. There were just trees, as far as the eye could see, and the grass.  

I walked up to one of the trees and inspected it. It looked just like a regular pine tree; the bark was rough and ridged and there was nothing unusual about it.

I looked up the tree, to see if anything was concealed in its foliage, but the branches didn't start until about fifteen feet off the ground and I could see nothing up there.

I felt a sense of disappointment. Perhaps this was the true forest, and the others had been dreams, or places on the other side of a gate or gates that no longer existed. Perhaps the true forest was just that -- a lot of trees, somewhere where nothing special happened.

I turned away from the tree, feeling glum -- and then I caught sight of something out of the corner of my eye, disappearing behind the stout trunk of the tree.

I whipped around. There was nothing. I began to circle the tree slowly, feeling the excitement of another encounter, and I heard a faint, muffled giggle. The voice sounded oddly familiar. I quickly ran around the tree and thought I saw something disappearing off between two trees on the other side of the glade.

I ran over there but there was nothing. I heard a twig snap, about twenty feet away, and ran again, just in time to see what looked like a human form disappearing behind another tree. I quickly ran over and, as I got to the tree, doubled back, giving me just enough time to see a hand touching the bark, belonging to someone on the other side. I grabbed the hand by the wrist and there was a laugh, and a voice said 'You got me.'

I froze, the downy hairs on my arms standing on end, as the figure came out from behind the tree. Because the voice that had spoken was my own. And then I saw him. I say 'him'. It's hard for me to find the right words to use, because it was myself who stepped out from behind the tree.

He was me, but subtly different. I was wearing a blue t-shirt and white shorts, he was wearing a tan t-shirt and grey shorts. He had the faintest suggestion of a tan and he moved a little differently from me, more easily, more relaxed, walking from his hips, sauntering a little, whereas I tended to carry myself stiffly and move in an inhibited way. He was smiling at me. I was smiling at me -- the other me, that is. Not me. I was not smiling. 

'Surprised?' he -- I -- said.

'Yes,' I said. The shock of encountering my double was making me tremble. There was something wrong, something uncanny about meeting yourself in the flesh, face to face. It's something that shouldn't happen in the universe.

'Why?' he said. 'This is the inevitable next step in your education, you know.'

'What are you?' I asked, dry-mouthed.

'I'm you, Sandy,' he said, looking at me as if I were stupid. 'I'm your nature. I'm what happens next.'

'Are you real?'

'As real as you are,' he said. 'Which maybe isn't saying much. You mean, am I some sort of metaphor?' He rolled his (my) eyes. 'Well, duh. Yes. Why? What did you think was going to happen?'

'I was wondering what would happen,' I said. He was standing in front of me, a little too close, smiling at me, and instinctively I backed away a little. 'I want this time for me to be in control.'

'You think you're ready for that?' said the other me, tilting his head on one side and looking at me with amused contempt. 'Goodness. What a big boy you are.'

'I'm ready,' I said.

'What is it that you think you're ready for?' said the other me, walking slowly towards me. His bare arms and legs and smiling face were like what I hoped I looked like -- I felt pale and weedy compared to him, but in every other respect we were identical, the same build, the same slightly narrow shoulders and hips.

'If you're me,' I said, feeling young and stupid, 'then you must know already.'

'Of course I know,' said the other me. 'I know that when you were with A'nef, you wanted to fuck him. I know that all you really want is to be with a girl. I know you think you know what to do with yourself. I know you think you know what you need, but believe me, kiddo, you know nothing.'

'I'm ready,' I said defiantly, forcing myself to look in my own smiling face.

'You're really ready?' said the other me, and stopped walking. 

Still holding my gaze, he kicked off his trainers, pulled his t-shirt off his head in one motion, opened his shorts and slid them and his tight briefs down over his hips, stripping himself naked as smoothly and easily as if he were peeling a banana. His body was mine -- slim, smooth, although he had a faintly golden skin colour, except for a paler area around his hips. His cock was swollen and dangling between his legs. My other body posed for me, and then turned his back and pushed his tight round ass at me, smiling flirtily over my shoulder at me. I gulped. 

'You think you're ready for this?' he said. 'Isn't this what you really want? To fuck my ass? To hold me down and bugger me until I'm screaming for mercy? To turn me into your wriggling little naked bitch? That's what you think you're ready for, isn't it?'

I could not take my eyes off the tight, beautiful buttocks that he was presenting me with. Yes, it was all true. That's what I wanted most of all. To take, like I had been taken.

'Oh god, yes,' I whispered.

The other me turned, smiling at me, and walked up to me, and slapped my face so hard that I saw stars.

'Aaahhh!' I gasped in shock and pain, and stared into my insolently smiling face.

'The only way to settle this,' said the other me, 'is with a contest. You really want to fight your nature?'

'What was that for?' I asked, feeling my eyes prick with the humiliation of being slapped by myself.

'Nature,' said the other me, 'is always one step ahead,' and with one movement he pulled my t-shirt up over my head, trapping my arms and blinding me, and he gave me a sharp punch in the stomach.

I gasped and fell over, winded. Immediately, I felt my naked body sitting on my legs and tearing off my trainers and socks. I struggled, gasping for breath, wriggling out of my t-shirt. He made to grab me but we were both equally strong physically, and I managed to shake him off.

I got up, throwing my t-shirt aside. He was naked, I was still in shorts and briefs. I had the advantage. All I had to do was trap him and I could hold him down and have my way with him. But he had landed the first two blows and I had done nothing. My stomach ached and my face still stung, burning red with humiliation. 

I was determined to win, to prove to my nature that I, and not he, was the boss. It helped that I found his body so beautiful that I knew that I would stop at nothing to take my pleasure with him.

We circled each other, me breathing heavily, he grinning ferociously. We had locked gazes and I knew, from the look in his eyes, that this was not a contest that was going to end in any kind of delicious surrender and loving embrace, such as had happened with A'nef. This was a fight for dominance, and it would end in a rape. I knew I had to win. Anything less would be too shameful and bitter to contemplate. I knew I had to force him down and take him against his will, and teach my nature that I was the one in control. And I still had the edge -- I was still clothed. The other me was naked.

We circled closer, and then we flew at each other and locked hands, struggling. He was looking at me with that contemptuous grin, sneering at me. 'You think you can win?' he said. 'You think you can win, boy?'

'Of course I can win,' I gasped. 'You're nothing but a part of me. I'm the real me.'

'You're pathetic,' he grated, and we strained against each other, the muscles in our arms bulging, before he pushed hard with his right arm, shoving my left fist into the side of my head.

I yelped with pain and we overbalanced, he landing on top of me. My vision blurred slightly and my head was throbbing. His naked body on top of mine squirmed until he was sitting astride my stomach and he reached behind me and fumbled with my shorts, opening them.

'NO!' I cried and I lifted myself off the ground with my legs. He swayed, and then kicked me in the sides of my head with his feet. I gave a cry of pain and felt my legs weakening. He turned over, and then I fell to the ground again and he was kneeling astride my head.

I thrashed my legs. He squeezed my head with his bare knees and leaned on me, his cock on my chest, and I could feel him ripping open my shorts and sliding them off me. I put my hands under his armpits and hurled him aside. He landed on the ground and rolled, but I was rolling too and I stood up, dazed, shaking my head to clear it. He was standing, grinning, holding my shorts in one hand.

'One down,' he said. Now I was in just my briefs. I knew I had to take charge. I ran at him and thudded my fists into his chest. He grunted with pain and surprise and fell over. I landed on him, and this time I was the one who managed to sit astride his chest. He stared up at me, his face red, and gasped as I moved back, holding his wrists down, and got myself between his bare legs, pinning him to the grass. I felt a trickle of blood dripping down my face and I looked down at him, parting his legs with my own.

'I'm going to destroy you,' I grated. He looked back at me and licked his lips.

'I dare you,' he sneered. I was lying between his legs, holding him down by the wrists, and I managed to get my thighs under him, pushing his legs up and exposing his most vulnerable place. My cock was stiff. I was ready to take him. All I had to do was get my cock out of my briefs, but to do that I would have to let go of one of his wrists.

The delay, in which I briefly wondered what to do, was fatal. He suddenly clamped his strong legs around my neck and squeezed. My air supply was cut off, and I let go of his wrists, making stifled gasps, trying to part his legs. He reached up, grabbed my own wrists and pulled me down, pushing my face into his groin. My face was buried in his crotch and I went 'MMMMMMFFFF!'

He rolled over, trapping my head in his crotch, his cock pushed into my face, his naked buttocks sitting on my collarbone. I thrashed and squirmed impotently. He pushed his thumbs into my eye sockets and pressed down. It hurt terribly and I gave a muffled scream of 'MMMMMMMMNNNNN!'

He leaned back, thrusting my hips down on the ground, and then flipped over and trapped my head once again between his thighs, sitting on my face. My face was engulfed by his damp, sweaty crotch and buttocks and I screamed with impotent rage, 'MMMMMFFF! MMMFFF!!!'

And now, to my horror, I could feel his hands reaching unhurriedly down to my tight white briefs, and him ever so slowly sliding them off me, sadistically stripping me naked, taking away the last of my covering, exposing my cock and balls, as his thighs gripped my head, squeezing. He lifted his ass off my face and I screamed 'Oh GOD! Oh NO! PLEASE!'

'What's the matter?' he said in a somewhat breathless voice, and he punched me in the ribs. 'AAAAUUHH!' I yelped. 'NO!' I felt the seat of my briefs sliding down over my buttocks and then they were off me, and he had done it, he'd got me naked. I reached up with my hands and scratched his torso. He gave a cry of pain and punched me in the ribs again, hard, then again. My briefs were pulled off my legs and then they had gone, and he began to punch my ribcage and legs. He had stripped me, and now he was slowly and methodically beating me up.

'UNH!' I cried as he landed another punch, and my body was aching with the assault he was inflicting on me. 'AAunnH! Oh god, stop, please! AAAUUNH!'

'You know how this ends,' he sneered. 'Don't kid yourself.'

'Please stop,' I gasped, 'ohh god...' I grabbed his legs and tried to lift him off me, and he grabbed my penis and started to pull on it. With his other hand, he reached between my legs and pushed his fingers up between my naked buttocks, touching my most intimate place, my anus. 'Oh god no PLEASE!' I squealed, 'DON'T do that! Don't touch me there! Oh PLEASE no!'

He rapidly and efficiently jerked me off, his slim but strong naked body pressing me down, and he pushed his genitals into my face to stifle me. 'MMFF!' I howled, uselessly. 'MMMNNFFFFFFF!' His fist on my cock had got me stiff despite myself, and I couldn't help it, his fingers working at my tender asshole were also having their effect, and to my outrage and horror I could feel it rising inside me as he forcibly masturbated me.

'Are you gonna cum, little boy?' he said, sounding delighted. 'Are you gonna cum? Really?' He lifted his crotch off my face to hear my protests once more. I was naked beneath him, squirming uselessly, unable to stop myself from being aroused.

'OH PLEASE NO!' I squealed. 'Ahhh...NO! NO! Oh FUUUCK! Oh my GOD!' 

I felt it happening, his fist pistoning on my cock made the heat rise in my groin and my body flushed as I came underneath him, the warm sticky semen pumping out of me and splashing on my belly and flowing down over his hand.

'Oh GOD!' I moaned as I felt myself cum, feeling the unbearable shame of having been defeated and made to ejaculate, and then he was rubbing my warm cum over my chest and he got off me, leaving me panting on the ground, and he wiped my cum in my eyes and rolled me over. I had enough fight left to get up on all fours and start to scramble away, but he immediately got astride my hips and locked his legs around my thighs, and I crashed face down on my belly in the grass. I lay there, winded, and I turned my head and saw him walk over to his clothes and put them back on. He would be dressed for the final part. That was the ultimate humiliation. He came back, and knelt down on my legs.

'Now,' he said, 'take your fucking punishment, boy.'

My body was aching all over and I writhed to get out from under him, but he grabbed me around the waist.

'NO!' I screamed. 'Pleeeease! Please don't rape me!'

'Shut the fuck up,' he said, and I heard him spit and felt his saliva being rubbed over my asshole. 'OH GOD!' I screamed.

His left arm was around my hips and his right hand directed his cock between my buttocks, and he leaned in.

'PLEEEEEEEEEASE'! I howled. 'NOOOOO!'

It was too late. He roughly shoved his cock hard into the tight star of my anal muscle and I felt it ripping me open. 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUNNHHHHHH!' I screamed. 'AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! AAAAAAAHHHHH!' His thick pole of muscle slid up inside my anus, and that was it. I had lost. He had won. He was raping me.

'OHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDD!' I screamed. 'NOOOOO!' He pushed himself deep inside me and settled into a steady rhythm, deep and hard and not gentle at all, pumping into me, utterly dominating me, using me.

'UUUUNNNHHHHH!' I squealed in a voice barely human, an animal shriek of pain and humiliation. I sprawled naked, face down in the grass as he sodomised me, and he leaned over me and clamped one arm around my neck and hissed into my ear 'How does it feel? Huh? How does it feel to lose to your nature? This is what you are, slut. This is what you are ready for. Take me!'

I was weeping helplessly, tears and snot falling down my bruised face, and I had no fight left in me. I just submitted to it, lying limp and beaten and naked beneath him while he viciously buggered me. 

And even while I wept with defeat, to my horror I could also feel the vengeful satisfaction of his victory over me. I could feel something of the pleasure he was taking in looking down at my defeated, naked body as he raped me up my arse, and I could feel an echo of the visceral delight he took in having his cock up my rear end, my tight pale buttocks pierced by his shaft, my slim boy's body shuddering as he ruthlessly violated me. This faint sense of how much he was enjoying raping me made me whimper with humiliation.

'OOOOH!' I moaned. 'Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oh god! Oh god, I can feel you in me! I can feel you!'

'Tell me what you're feeling,' he said.

'You're...you're fucking me,' I sobbed. 'I can feel your cock up my bum. Oh god, you're butt-fucking me...you fought me and won, and you stripped me and beat me and now you're butt-fucking me...oh god...'

'Do you think I'm enjoying it?' came my voice.

'Yes,' I moaned. 'Ooooh...oh Jesus, it feels like you're splitting me...you're riding me, your cock is in my ass and...oh my god...you're...you're sodomising me...'

'And you didn't give your consent, did you?' said my voice in my ear, mocking me.

'Noooo,' I whimpered, 'ohhhh, ohhh, ohh fuck, you are raping me, you are raping my asshole and there's nothing I can do, nothing I can do, I am helpless, you're gonna cum inside me and you are using me like your bitch and I am naked before you and there's nothing I can do...oh pleeease, no...no...no...oh god...'




The Woods Ch. 03



'So who is the master?' said my voice. 'Is it you, or your nature? Who's the master and who is the bitch?'

'You are the master...' I moaned thickly, feeling him jerking me off once again, 'oh fuck no, oh please, oh please just don't do this...oh god...oh please stop...'

'Can you....ahhh...can you feel me cumming inside you?'

The warmth flooded into my rectum, his semen shooting deep inside me, and I gagged with humiliation and shame.

'Ooooh! OOOOH!' I moaned, 'OHHH GOD! Ohh god you've cum in me! You've cum in my ass! You've raped me and cum up my ass! Oh JESUS! Oh god I can't stand it...'

'Ahhhhhhhhhh...' he sighed, and I felt him sagging on me, and then I felt the unspeakable bliss and relief as he slowly withdrew his cock from my burning ass and let me lie, a limp and beaten naked form, sobbing on the grass, hiding my face.

I lay there for a long time, just weeping helplessly at the utter brutality of his sexual assault of me, and then I felt him pat me on the shoulder.

'What did I just do to you?' he asked matter-of-factly.

'You raped me,' I sobbed.

'That's what happens when you fight your nature,' he said in a pleased tone, and then I heard footsteps diminishing into the distance.

A long while later I looked up, my face streaked with tears. There was no sign of him. I was naked and prone on the grass, my clothes scattered about. My body still ached but to my surprise, I had no bruises. I reached up to the stinging cut on my forehead, but there was no sign of blood. He had raped me. I had raped myself. There was no denying that. But I was not to have any chance of showing anyone what had happened to me. There would be no charges, because there was nobody to charge. I had been taught the most painful and brutal lesson of my life: never again to fight my nature.

As I sat on the grass, hugging my knees to myself, weeping gently, the rain began to fall. Soon it was a downpour. I let it wash over me, and then I lay back and shut my eyes and let myself get drenched, feeling the rain falling softly on my naked, abused body, feeling it wash away the edge of the hurt and the shame. Presently, I stood up on my shaky legs and lifted my face to the sky and raised my arms, feeling the rain like a kind of baptism, cleansing me. At last it slackened off and I opened my eyes. I was wet, naked and cold. I looked around, wiping my face.

About thirty yards away, between some trees, I saw a human form. It was motionless and looking at me.

It was not my other self. It was a girl with dark hair, about my age, motionless, wearing a rain hood. She was too far away for me to see her properly. We looked at each other for what must have been only a couple of seconds, but seemed like an eternity -- she clothed, me naked. 

Then I shivered slightly from the cold and instinctively reached down to cover myself, and in the same instant she started and turned and ran off into the woods.

I had neither the energy to run after her nor the inclination to shout something or to cry out. I put on my wet clothes and set off for home, my body aching, my spirit bruised, my pride shattered.