2 comments/ 34940 views/ 4 favorites Wood Spirit - 1814 Ch. 01 By: Keelywrites July 30, 1814 We left Missouri on May 1st. I managed to stay by my brother Thomas's side by disguising myself as one of the 140 young lads who had volunteered for the battle further up river. We were alone in the world, the two of us, and though St Louis had been recommended to us by neighbors back east after our parents died, Thom was uncertain what type of life a young woman could have in what amounted to wilderness. Captain Sullivan thought the novelty of having along a lad who furiously recorded each step of our progress in his diary – that lad being myself – would be a grand publication for the colonies back east after this campaign was won, and so – the other sixty day volunteers let me record in my journal each night without their usual good natured jesting at my expense. Now, wandering tired and sore along this river after losing Thom, I had to question my stubbornness at being allowed to accompany him on this fool's mission. The fight with the British was not our fight. We only wished for a patch of land to till and farm. It had been Thom and his wistful imagination to be like our grandfather, who had served during the revolution that led him to his end. We had been attacked along the river by a group of pro-British natives from the Sauk tribe in an area where the river ran wild over rocks and gullies that made me quite sick with the violent upheavals and sudden drops. Begging to be let off on the shore in order to relieve myself, I was given permission to leave the boat with my sack with instructions to hail the next boat further downriver to gather me up once I was finished with my business. It hurt to be separated from Thom, but I feared the jests I would have to suffer through should I lose my hardtack and biscuit morning meal in the boat with the other lads. I had plunged myself headfirst into the thick brush beside the river, just below the narrower passage when I heard the deafening shrieks and battle cries of the natives that lay in wait on the cliffs. The next boat would never come for me, and I watched with horror as Thom and the others in his vessel were cut down by the savages. The river, I remember – ran red with blood. Terrified, I ran in to the darkened forest at my back. Hearing the whoops and musket shots behind me, I retraced my steps and went further north up the river in hopes that Thom survived, that a boat in our group would make it past the skirmish and I would be able to rejoin them. Quietly as possible, I made my way up river, always keeping the raging water within earshot – even as the sky grew dark above. I know not how long I wandered, but I listened so hard to the eerie silence that my ears were ringing by the time night fell. Finally, after stumbling and falling numerous times on the rocks that cropped out and around the river, I went further in to the woods to find a meager shelter for the night. If nothing else, then perhaps by daylight I would be able to find my way further north to the fort to rejoin comrades there – if any survived. For six days I have wandered, eating what berries I could find and hoping that they were not poisonous. It has left me with a terrible griping in my stomach, but at least it is not eating itself from the inside. Knowing that the fort is further inland then where I currently walked, I ventured a little further in to the darker forest, backtracking my steps now and then to be certain I had not passed it or a camp of my comrades which might have escaped the fight on the river. Imagine my surprise at finding a cabin here – a beacon of hope in the otherwise dark of my surroundings. Approaching cautiously, I watched the front door and surrounded area cleared of trees and brambles for some sign of life. I do not know how long I sat there, straining my eyes and ears for the sound of a voice, a person – surprised that I actually longed for some company after being so long away from it. Two more days I sat near there, watching and waiting – leaving only once to bathe my face and arms in a nearby stream before returning. Biting my lip on the third day as the sun crept over the horizon, I took the first tentative steps toward what would prove to be the most foolish thing I had ever done in my life. Though I was certain the cabin was abandoned, it was surprisingly well kept. The wood floor was swept free of dust and debris, the large mattress on the bed against the wall opposite the one lone window full of fresh scented cornhusks. There was one long table in the center of the room, a basket full of what looked to be clothing, and a large iron cook pot hanging placidly over the hearth, waiting for something to fill it. With that thought came a deep rumbling in my stomach, and I pressed a long fingered hand against it to quiet the stirrings in preference for examining my surroundings more fully. A door led to a lean to type pantry attached to the main cabin – and surprisingly, the larder was full of smoked meats, root vegetables and some corn meal. Swallowing the saliva which had risen in my mouth by the sight of honest food, I tentatively plucked one of the smoked strips of meat from the rope of them and took a bite. It exploded on my tongue in flavors, a little more gamey tasting then the jerk Thom and I often made on our parent's farm in Virginia, but pleasant nonetheless. Hoping that the owner of the cabin would not mind sharing their food with another Christian, I could only hope for the best as I loaded some of the dried firewood beside the hearth into it and coaxed a fire to ignite. Approximately an hour later, there was a tentative knock on the cabin door, and frightened, I didn't move to answer it – instead, I stole away inside the pantry, crouching low to put my eye to a knothole as the cabin door swung open. Mentally slapping myself as I spied my sack and hat still on the table where I had left it, an elderly native woman with black hair shot through in silver, clad in a beautiful doeskin dress walked silently in to the cabin. She was followed by an older male, his high forehead gleaming with sweat from the heat outdoors. "Ho?" The woman called softly, peering under the massive frame of the bed as the brave poked curiously at my sack. "Belle?" The old woman called again, now looking around the room in general, pausing to glance in the heavy iron pot that hung outside the fireplace. They exchanged a glance and silent shrug as the woman set a bundle down beside my sack, before quietly striding toward my hiding spot in the pantry. Were these the owners of the cabin? Was I trespassing? I could only imagine what torture awaited me when the woman jerked the pantry door open with a startled gasp to find me crouched down on the earthen floor. Hurriedly, as I gathered air in my lungs to scream – which in hindsight was a ridiculous thought – the woman gestured to herself quickly, saying her name over and over again, then pointing to the brave who stood as startled as I was to say his name. "Kaukesha." I repeated, giving the woman a nod of my head, indicating my understanding before pointing with my head at the cautious brave. "Oconowoc." Smiling, the woman nodded, then pointed at me for my name. "Mercy Wallingham." I said softly, pointing at my chest as the brave came closer to pluck in inquiry at my breeches. He turned to Kaukesha, asking her something in a language I did not understand before Kaukesha, obviously the interpreter, turned to ask me. "Woman?" I nodded. "Breeches?" I nodded again, understanding the exchange even if it was made in stuttering and strangely accented French. She cocked her head at me in inquiry as I sought the word for 'hiding' in French. Not knowing whether these natives were from the same tribe which attacked our company on the river, I did not want to willingly give information that might lead to my demise, but I instinctually trusted the kindness in her dark brown eyes. "Hiding." I said in English, covering my eyes with my hands before quickly pulling it away to ascertain whether or not Kaukesha understood as my belly erupted in another loud protest of being empty for so long. Her mouth slightly opened with a smile as she heard my stomach, and her nod told me she did indeed, understand – and she turned to her brother to translate. A rapid fire discussion took place between the two of them as Oconowoc opened the bundle on the table which Kaukesha had brought, and she reached over my head for some of the vegetables and such. Smiling and nodding at me, Kaukesha gestured for me to sit at one of the long benches beside the table, and began to make what I assumed would be stew. Oconowoc dumped a thick hunk of meat into the stew pot as they spoke, then went to the pantry for the crock of corn meal I spied earlier. "Come." Kaukesha said to me as her brother began to dump flour in to a large wood bowl. She gently took my hand in hers, pausing beside the basket of clothing to pull a length of rough linen from it before leading me out the door and to the small stream I had bathed my face in earlier. She gently pushed me toward the stream, nodding her head at the dusty state of my own, and the smudges of dirt on my face. I had only to give the cool water of the running stream a glance to comprehend her meaning, and quickly divested myself of my clothing. I had just stuck my toe in to the stream to test the temperature's result on my will when Kaukesha pointed at the hair that graced my nether region. She gave a quick nod and smile, then pointing to the hair on my head. "Aye, it's scarlet." I replied, feeling my face heat in a blush before I gathered my courage and plunged into the icy cold stream. Smiling and nodding as I bathed, she pulled a long rope from the water a little further up stream to examine it and pluck the few fish from the mesh of crisscrossed ropes. Crouching down beside the water to pack the fish in wet leaves, she indicated the clay at the side of the stream after this was done, picking it up and rubbing it on her bare arms before rinsing it off, gesturing for me to do the same. Shaking my head at this novelty, I did as she instructed without words, going under the water again and again to rinse the days of sweat and dust from my hair until I emerged much refreshed and my hair a dark gleaming cap of copper. "Ah." Kaukesha sighed, fingering a wet tendril of my hair with one hand as the other handed me the linen shift which she had extracted from the basket beside the bed. "Rouge." Recognizing the word, I nodded again as she picked up the fish she had caught in her net and gestured for me to follow. Once back in the cabin, I had found Oconowoc had made several cakes of the corn meal frying them in a thick hunk of fat from the meat he had brought. Kaukesha paused beside the hearth, stirring the contents of the pot with a critical eye before giving Oconowoc a nod and smile. Moving away from the hearth now, she pushed the rough wood plate of cakes toward me and motioned to Oconowoc. Returning Kaukesha's smile with what I hoped was gratitude, I fell on the corn cakes with delight. "Wait!" I called as they opened the cabin door. "Where are you going?" Kaukesha turned around to face me as Oconowoc left the cabin. She gestured around at the thick log walls, then the bed. "Votre maison." She said simply, giving me a smile. "My home?" I repeated in English, which she quickly mimicked and nodded. "Why?" "Homme." She nodded, misunderstanding my word for the French one that meant 'man'. I frowned harder, pulling my brows together to show my confusion. She sighed, pushing a stray black hair from her eyes as beyond the door, Oconowoc began to clean the fish Kaukesha brought back from the stream. "Epouse. Mari." She said, gathering my hands into her work roughened ones. "Grand Espirit." She whispered, her dark eyes darting around the cabin as if she was afraid of being heard. "Great Spirit?" I echoed, truly confused as I strung together the simple French words. "Wife to the great spirit?" She nodded quickly, as if sensing my understanding, gesturing at herself and Oconowoc, who ignored our exchange as he gutted and cleaned the fish into neat little fillets. Unable to take any more of the exchange, and thinking Kaukesha a bit mad even if she were kind, I nodded and watched as they left, assured by her gestures that they would return tomorrow morning. Wood Spirit - 1814 Ch. 02 From the broken French and gestures Kaukesha and I exchanged, I understood she and Oconowoc – her brother – were keepers of the cabin. For some reason, they believed that the Great Spirit would return from his abandonment of their tribe once his wife was in the cabin once more. Apparently, the great spirit was the one who gifted their tribe with good hunting and crops when he was pleased – took it from them when he was not. The proof, Kaukesha assured me, was in the fights that were taking place further south – at the fort. I was supposedly, prophesied as returning by their shaman – and the proof of my being the Great Spirit's wife was in the color of my hair. Who was I to argue with her? They provided me with a home, land to put to crops for my own personal use if I wished – a wilderness of plenty whereas before Thom and I barely made it day to day. The unchristian thoughts were laced with longing for my brother Thom, sorrow and anger with myself for having passed the fort during my wanderings, and finally – a faint bit of hope that if Thom still lived, we would find each other once more and be able to share in this bounty...together. Not believing in their heathen gods, I was in no way frightened by the thought of sharing this home with their imaginary 'spirit', but I was not about to give back the gift bestowed upon me – and it was with this thought that I drifted off to sleep that night, to dream feverish dreams of bare bodies and couplings which made my heart race and woke me in the middle of the night with the insides of my thighs damp in expectation. I am no stranger to what happened in a marriage bed. Thom and I had discovered the joys of each other's bodies long ago in woods similar to this back in Virginia. I could clearly remember the day that he had tackled me from behind as we walked from our town to the next. Even then – crying out for him to stop as he rucked my skirts up over my hips to expose my bare bottom – I knew I didn't want him to stop. When he bit down on my shoulder after my chemise slithered down over it from his rough thrusts, I found my apex and strived to find it again. It was the beginning of many couplings – always in the woods, always leaving us dazed and shocked by what we had done together. Our desire for each other – though incestuous and against the law of God and man – was pleasurable enough that I followed him west in spite of numerous offers of marriage which would have allowed me to stay in our family's home though our parents were deceased. It was Thom's mad passion for me that finally drove us from our town – we could no longer contain the longings and desired to live out our lives where no one would suspect that I was not his wife. No, I was no stranger to what happened between a man and a woman, loving Thom's quick and tumble way of taking me where-ever and whenever he pleased – a circumstance which needed to be curbed when I was masquerading as a lad. I remember thinking to myself that it had been this long period of not enjoying Thom's cock that made my skin so tight – that it was memories of his hands on my tiny breasts that brought me painfully awake in the dark. But when I focused on the emptiness of the cabin with only the light of the fireplace's embers to assist my vision, I knew something was amiss. My coverings had been kicked down to my feet in the heat of the tiny cabin, and as I watched, the hem of the shift I wore began to slowly creep upward over my legs, then my thighs. "What is happening?" I whispered to myself, in need of a voice to help me believe I was not dreaming. My Wife. My Slave. The voice in my head, a deep bass that made my skin shiver in expectation replied. The hair on my cunny was exposed finally, and a growl echoed along with that voice in my head. "Who are you?" I whispered, feeling skillful fingers part the hair, stroke that sensitive bud of flesh Thom advised me was my 'clitoris'. I am the Great Spirit. You are my wife. My Slave. My chalice. I frowned, squinting into the air above my furry mound where the light shimmered and shifted in the immense outline of a huge shape. You are my wife. This is my cunt to fuck and fill. It was said with such certainty that I tried to focus on the presence I felt between my thighs. Suddenly, I felt a dry heat beneath my body lift me, making me gasp in surprise as the shift was grabbed around the low neck and ripped straight down the center of my body. Immediately, the cool air hit my flesh – puckering my skin and drying the sweat on the pale limbs as I was lifted higher, my arms and legs dropping uselessly toward the bed as the being held me aloft. The inquisitive fingers touched the little nub again, making me cry out and instantly release my pent up passion. A chuckle in my head told me that the being which assaulted me was pleased and suddenly, tiny mouths latched on to my sex, my thighs, my breasts – as if they had been waiting exactly for that moment. You are a good wife. You will feed my children. Your nectar shall sustain them. Watch my wife, see how you're willingness to give nectar pleases them. I lifted my head, heavy with spent pleasure to look down at the pale form of my exposed body. The chemise hung away from my body to drape uselessly on the bed from my arms. Like a cloak, it spread wide to show me the way my breasts were being roughly handled, the way the skin rippled and moved, the deep indentations of invisible fingers around the nipples as they puckered, being pulled and teased by unseen mouths. "Oh yeeessss." I breathed, excited by the sight though my lovers had no forms. Pleased by what was happening, I looked further down, where the top of my nether lips were pushed wide open by a thick finger which vibrated against my clitoris. "It feels so good." The words ended in a gasp as one of the mouths moved and a digit, as thick and long as Thom's cock thrust inside me. Instinctively, I lifted my knees higher, grasping my legs behind the thighs to encourage the digit to go deeper. Yes my wife. My beautiful wife. Good wife. Open your cunt for me. Give my children your nectar. Ease my entry into your cunny. Those words –hot, nasty words that Thom always muttered in my ear as he pumped me – as deep as the ghostly digit did – always made me release. I let go of my thighs and my arms fell wide, letting the phantom digit pump me as hard and as deep as Thom always did – and still, it held me aloft with a dozen or more hands on my bottom, my lower back and now, gripping my thighs to keep my knees bent, my cunny open to the assault. Shuddering and gasping, unable to stop myself from watching – I lifted my head, encouraging with whispers and pleas for the mouths on my breasts to lick, to suckle harder – even as my hips squirmed and begged to be fucked deeper. My wife is one with the pleasures of the Spirit. Her body is unafraid and a willing chalice. The words were spoken in my head were pleased and ended on a soft growl as the finger pumped me harder and the thumb stroking my clitoris was replaced by a tiny, hungry mouth. "Oh! Oh!" I cried, my breasts bouncing in my captor's mouths as the finger pumped harder and harder and harder – and then my body tightened all over, even my scalp as my head came up and I screamed through the best climax I had ever had in my life. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" The finger continued to pump, even as I rode through my climax until it was only minor tremors in my body, shaking my form as it was held aloft. Ah. Sweet nectar. Sweet juices. My children will feed well this night. My chalice, my wife. My cunt. I was gently lowered to the bed as I spasmed through the after shocks of my orgasm, the culmination of it dripping down the crack of my bottom to pool on the sheet beneath me. Thinking that would be all of my ghostly encounter for that evening, I relaxed and began to fall asleep once more when my ankles were grasped in strong, huge hands and lifted wide into the air. "What..?" I gasped, looking down at my ridiculously wide spread legs, the deep dents on my ankles making it feel as if the being would snap the bones. Higher my legs were lifted until my bottom was free of the bed, only my shoulders, neck and head still cushioned by the fragrant corn husks. Wide my wife. Your juicy cunny must be opened wide to receive me. So I may fill you as my chalice. To feed my children. Gasping in surprise and feeling my heart flutter a little in terror at the thought of what was expected of me – it was then that I realized what I had thought was the phantom's cock was not. "Oh God, no. No. No. No." I groaned as I watched the skin inside my thigh dent. The thick length being pressed against it inching slowly toward my cunt, making my heart flutter in fear. "It will never fit! We will not fit!" I practically begged as I saw the glittering trail of pleasure along the line of my thigh. "No! Don't do this thing!" My wife obeys me in all things! My wife welcomes my cock in to her cunt! She begs to be filled with my seed! The being roared in my head, making me dizzy as it pressed the bulbous head of its organ against the opening of my channel. Determined and I suspect a little angry by my outburst and refusal, it pushed the head in roughly, making me scream in surprise at the width that abruptly popped inside my channel. I had no sooner caught my breath then a little more was pushed inward, and I screamed again – a high, piteous sound that ended with a sharp gasp as my nipples were once again assaulted. The massive size of the being's organ made me feel as if I were being filled full. I could feel each inch as it pushed further up inside me, stretching me so wide and making me feel such pleasure that I knew my passions with Thom were only the very beginnings of what I could feel and experience. More of it was pushed inside, thick and unnaturally hot - with steadiness and determination, stretching my cunny and making me groan as the invisible being pulled my legs even wider. Open for me! Open your cunt wife! Accept my cock. Accept my seed into your womb. "I am!" I gasped, trying to relax as Thom had taught me, even as I groaned in pleasure at the pressure the girth of the organ created inside of me as the phantom continued to feed its cock inch by inch to my cunny. "It almost hurts." I swallowed a great gulp of air into my lungs and a low, primal groan started in my chest as mouths fastened on to my nipples again. Eyes opened to the position I was being held in, I fancied my limbs looked like a pale star – captive in the many hands of my invisible lover. I could feel the stroking of many small hands, gentle and insistent on my belly, my thighs, and sides. I could see the places where my skin was pressed in, where invisible fingers kneaded my breasts, coaxing my nipples into hardened nubs – but I could not see the beings performing the lewd acts upon me. Give me your nectar, ease my passage, stop your pain. With these words, I felt a mouth latch onto my clitoris, revealed for inspection because of my legs being spread so far. I gasped and groaned again, letting my brows come together as my body tried to absorb the many sensations – and still it pushed that massive cock in deeper. "Please! Please!" I gasped. My mind was spinning – unable to contain or ride the pleasure. "No more. No more." I begged, even as I tried to lift my hips for more of the torturous pleasure. My cunt! My cunt to fuck and fill! My chalice! The being roared in my head – drowning out all my reservations, pushing away the fear I would not be able to ride the pleasure – leaving me a mindless lump of quivering flesh. Unable to help the heat which started low in my belly from the heavy push of its cock, I felt my body shudder through a release more powerful then any which Thom's cock had given me – and I hadn't even accepted all of this creature's in to my body. "Oooooooo..." I moaned through my release even as I felt the thick head of the phantom's cock push higher, higher. "Oooooohhh." I was beyond words. All I could do was allow my assailant to rape me with its massive cock as I quivered and orgasmed on it. Yesssss my wife. Release your nectar, ease my entrance into your tight cunny. The being was pleased by the ease in which I could find my release, and it began to withdraw while I watched, mesmerized by the glimmer of what slowly appeared between my wide spread legs. In the meager moonlight that sliced through the cabin window, I could make out the slippery coat of my clear juices shimmering in suspension between my legs, but that wasn't what made my heart skip a beat. It was the form of the invisible organ that was coated in my juice, a cylinder almost as thick as my wrist. You will feed my children well. The pleased voice whispered in my head as my eyes were pulled to the sight of the phantom mouths which sucked my nipples, bit and licked along my body while my invisible lover paused, the outline of his heavy cock coated in my fluids glinting at me from between my pale thighs. It bobbed obscenely, the thick head nodding at the lips of my sex only a moment before my invisible rapist plunged it back inside me, making my neck bow in pleasure while I squeezed my eyes shut to envision the length of the creature's cock – now that I had an idea as to the thickness. "Yes, yes, yes." I mewed in pleasure as it began to withdraw again, wanting it to impale me again and again. Wanting hard thrusts meant to make my body accept its cock. "Make it rape. Make it rough." The being laughed in my head, and its hands tightened on my ankles to haul me higher off the bed even as smaller hands lifted my body to suspend me in the air once more. Yes. I will fuck you my wife. I will fuck your tiny cunt and fill you full of my seed. "Yes. God yes – do it." I begged, mindless with need now – never wanting the pleasurable torture to stop. "Fuck me." It growled and forced as much of it's thick length in me while it's invisible children suckled at my breasts, bruised me with tiny bites and gripping hands. I was being rocked in the air, ankles released so it could lift and press strong hands to the insides of my thighs, making my hips scream in pain as it began to thrust in earnest. I didn't know whether it was the pain or the pleasure, the nasty words it whispered in my head, the feel of the mouths on my breasts and nipples, the mouth on my clitoris, or that massive cock it shoved inside of me and pulled out with rough strokes – meant to tame me, to rape me, and finally – as my body tightened in impending orgasm – to fill me. The invisible being exploded inside of me even as I shattered to a million pieces. I climaxed, screaming, swearing, clenching and unclenching my hands. It felt as if I was in a continuous loop of pleasure, and still it fucked me. It fucked me and raped me even as I dripped our mingled juices onto the bed below, even as it's children licked at my cunny, even as I orgasmed again and again – until finally, I could withstand the pleasure no more and I fell in to unconciousness. Wood Spirit - 1814 Ch. 03 I woke sometime the next day to find Kaukesha in the cabin, humming to herself as she prepared some more of the corn cakes. Seeing I was awake, she smiled shyly and gave me a nod of greeting. It was only then that I realized I was naked and uncovered in the bed. Glancing down guiltily, I saw the bruises that marred my skin – tiny round bruises, bites and marks from tiny fingers that decorated my thighs and breasts. I slowly pulled the coverings over me as Kaukesha worked, dipping my hand down to touch the tender inside of my thigh and feeling my hand come away sticky with the being's seed. "It was here last night." I whispered to Kaukesha, uncertain of whether I dreamed – whether I still dreamed. As if understanding my meaning, she nodded, her head still bent over the table as she kneaded the meal into cakes. I glanced around the cabin to find much of it as I had left it the night before, but feeling something in the room was changed and not knowing what. As this thought crossed my mind, I saw the shift I had been wearing the prior night at the other end of the long table, a needle being expertly pulled through it, the rend being delicately repaired by unseen hands. I must have gasped, because Kaukesha looked up at me, then followed my horrified gaze to the other end of the table. "Children." She whispered in French to me with a sharp nod, as if a ghost repairing my chemise was completely natural. Even as she said this, I sensed them – a great group of the spirits, huddled together in the cabin, working side by side with Kaukesha. The broom, being pushed by invisible hands as it swept, the pot being stirred over the fire, the rolled up hide over the lone window being tied up by phantom fingers. I was trying to make sense of all these things in my head when the cabin door blew open so hard on its hinges that they almost came free of their nails. With a gasp, Kaukesha dropped to her knees and all movement in the cabin stopped. Wife. My chalice. The creature whispered the word in my head, making me tremble in memory of the feel of its cock being forced inside of me – even then, still bruised and tender, my cunny ached for it. "Kaukesha?" I whispered as my eyes focused on the immense disturbance in the air before the door, like heat off of a rock on a summer day – but larger and much more solid feeling. Do not cover yourself my wife. Show me my cunny. Open your legs. I have need to fill you. "Kaukesha?" I whispered again, my fingers tightening on the quilt as the air grew thicker, crackling with anger from the unseen creature. My cock needs to fill you. Do not hide from me. Do not ever hide yourself from me. Open your legs, open your cunt to receive me. "Leave me alone." I whispered the plea, my eyes darting to Kaukesha, who was face down on the floor. "Go away. Leave me alone." My wife. My slave. My cunt to fuck and fill! It shouted at me even as the covering was ripped away by my body, making me scream. Thinking of only sparing myself the indignity of being raped in front of Kaukesha, I scrambled from the bed toward the open door – even though I knew I would be running straight in to the wall of the shimmering heat. A laugh, loud and filled with the bass of its desire echoed in my head as I streaked past it, only to have my waist wrapped by a strong, wide limb. It lifted me free of the floor, my feet dangling uselessly as I tried to wiggle free of it. The actions were useless against something this preternatural, something this – strong. I like this game wife. It chuckled in my head, making my skin go tight and my body freeze in expectant fright. "Please." I whispered, feeling tears of shame spring in to my eyes as the being which surrounded me stilled, the air still thick – but quiet now. Hoping it understood, I tentatively stretched my foot toward the floor, touching it with my big toe. The hope bloomed in my chest with the touch of the worn plank floor on my toe, but it was quickly dashed from me as the being roared – within my head and without, making Kaukesha whimper in panic. My wife! My slave! My cunt! "Nnnnooooo!" I screamed as Kaukesha quickly crawled to the door which still stood wide open to the beautiful summer day beyond. Yes! It shouted back at me as it effortlessly lifted me into the air again, stretching my legs out with my arms before it impaled me again with its cock. I was nothing but a common whore in that moment, relishing the feel of being mastered by an invisible rapist, my body a slave to the weapon it wedged inside me, stretching me until its cock was slick enough to begin to pump in earnest. "Oooohhh nooooo!" I groaned, my body responding as I was held captive, helpless – rocking in the air as the invisible hands sawed me back and forth, forcing more and more of its immense organ inside of me, churning my insides with its thrusts. I will fuck you. I will fill you. My cunt. My slave. My wife. It spoke these words in my head even as I gritted my teeth on the orgasm that exploded through me. "Unnnggghh." Give me your nectar! Give it to me! "Ahhhh!" It was a breath of relief as I climaxed, limbs sagging in the creature's hands. What a spectacle I must have been, naked and floating on the air as my cunny lips stretched open, then open wider as the phantom cock raped me, my legs hanging open and flopping uselessly at the knees as I keened and cried through another orgasm, silently begging for more. What did Kaukesha think of the sight she saw from the dooryard? The pale white woman with red hair, held open and captive to the invisible spirit's pleasure as it roared out its climax so loudly the cabin shook. My cunt! It roared at me as the massive cock throbbed and spit inside of me, filling me so full with its seed that I groaned through another climax at the pressure it built inside me. Encouraged by their master's satisfied roar, the smaller creatures latched their mouths on me, making me lift heavily lidded eyes to watch my nipples pucker and lengthen under the skillful invisible mouths. "More." I whispered, feeling that aching throb inside of me, stretching me wide and making me desirous of its fucking again. I didn't care that Kaukesha watched from the early morning sunlight in the yard. I didn't care that I was nude and bruised, my cunny tender and swollen. I wanted more. I wanted the spirit to never stop fucking me. I wanted to see my flesh being pressed and manipulated by the myriad invisible hands, in that moment I wanted nothing more then to be hanging weightlessly in the air, held aloft and open by a massive, invisible spirit - a prisoner to the creature's lust. "Fuck me more." I whispered, my lips barely moving from lack of strength. The being laughed wickedly in my head – and then began to fuck its cock in and out of me again, the big tip of its cock bumping against my womb again and again as it churned my insides once more, our mingled fluids slipping down the crack of my bottom before the tiny mouths of the lesser creatures licked me dry. You are beautiful when my children pull at your nipples, when your skin is marked by their suckling. I let my head roll to the side, taking in Kaukesha's open mouthed wonder as I was fucked again, the hands that borne me up forcing me back and forth with a hard grip on my shoulders and thighs. I closed my eyes for only a moment as a mouth latched onto my clitoris again, wakening the bud and making me whimper through another orgasm as the being fucked me with long strokes – back and forth, back and forth. Stretching me and building the pressure before withdrawing and easing the turmoil within my cunny before doing it again. "Espouse." Kaukesha said, her hand going slowly to her mouth, eyes wide with wonder and awe at the powerful spirit that shimmered in the air and wedged its cock between my legs. Hair spilling down toward the floor like a red banner, I trusted the spirit to hold me aloft – I knew in my heart it would not extract it's cock from me until it filled me up once more – and I lifted my legs, bending my knees so my thighs were wide open. It growled in pleasure as it saw my acquiescence to what it was doing to me. I willingly offered it my cunny to rape, my womb to fill – and I felt something thick and blunt nudge at my mouth. Open wife. Accept my cock in your mouth. Suck so my seed will fill your belly and womb. Uncertain, I opened my mouth a little and choked as a smooth, massive organ was thrust inside, almost down my throat. Unable to do anything but what the creature bid me, I opened my lips wide to accept the plundering organ that assaulted my mouth. Cunny aching from the constant stretching of my channel from the assaulting cock, I swallowed the fluid that dribbled from the big head lodged inside my throat, hearing a growl of pleasure vibrate the air around me. Yesssss wife. Suck my cock while I fuck the other up inside of your tight cunny. Yesssss. Its words crackled and hissed in the air at me as the tiny mouths on my nipples suckled harder, making me mew out in pleasure around the thick length fucking in and out of my throat. Suddenly, the phantom cock in my mouth twitched – once, twice, then began to spill it's liquid down my throat as the being roared in pleasure. I tried to swallow down as much as I could as the cock between my legs began to fuck me harder, making my hipbones ache with the impact of the thick organ inside me. I sucked harder on the spitting cock in my throat, trying to stem my screams of mingled pain and pleasure as I felt my own climax build within my womb. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I thought in my head as the being roared again and roughly impaled me on it's plundering cock, making me scream around the cock in my mouth as I orgasmed. I twitched in the air, long muscles in my thighs spasming as I thrashed and climaxed on its cock. Yes wife, give me your nectar. Feed my children. Milk my seed from my cock with your tiny cunt. Even when the cock was slowly dragged from my mouth to slide along my cheek, leaving a trail of sticky residue on the skin, the one between my legs throbbed and jerked, spewing more of it's seed within my tight channel. Slowly, it dwindled in size – until it was softer and less threatening, and the creature pulled it free of me, releasing a torrent of our mingled fluids before a tiny mouth latched on my tender opening to suck the seed from me. I sighed, every portion of my body heavy with sated passion as the tiny mouth drank its fill, only to be replaced by another and another. My assailant stroked hands over my body, pausing at each of my small breasts to squeeze and pull on the long nipples. You are a good wife. Your juicy cunny feeds my children well. Your obedience will bring gifts to the tribe. It whispered in my ear as I rolled my head toward the door again where Kaukesha still stood watching as I was cleaned. Wood Spirit - 1814 Ch. 04 May 26, 1815 Much has happened since I last recorded in my journal. Among events I have not set down to parchment is the games I learned to play with my phantom jailer – though my body is a willing prisoner. It leaves no opening within my body chaste – using my mouth, my cunny, and at times my bottom to slake its ravenous desire. Each time I am used and spent, its thick seed dripping from me – the creatures it calls its children fall on me like a plague to lick and suck me dry, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from me with their mouth's attentions. The spirit then repeats the performance, again and again until I am left quivering, weak and begging for mercy. I have learned nothing about my captors except how my body responds to their attentions - how my presence of mind is shredded each time it couples with me. I write these words and my face heats in shame at the depths of depravity I have fallen in to, but I cannot help how I crave the rough use and assaults. Last October, frightened by how willingly I gave myself up to these demonic pleasures, I tried to flee. I was able to get as far as the river before the spirit captured me again, its large, formless body forcing me down in to the damp leaves as it ripped my clothes from my body. I was left shivering only a moment before it lifted me high in the air and forced itself inside me as I floated above the bare tree tops, roaring its anger even as its big, heavy cock brought me to mindless pleasure over and over until I fainted away to wake in my bed. I tremble with passion when I remember how it used me roughly again once my eyes opened that morning. I remember vividly how Kaukesha continued to knead and work the corn meal into little cakes for my breakfast as I was fucked and filled up only a few feet from where she worked. I saw her eyes dart to the spectacle of my body being pushed by an invisible force into the corn husk bed as my rapist thrust itself inside me, her form wavering in my vision as tears of shame at my wantonness filled my eyes and I screamed my release. My wife! My slave! My cunt to fuck and fill! I shiver even now with desire as I write those words. Oh! How they stir my body to wakefulness, my cunny even now begins to grow damp and hot at the thought. I know if I think on these things long enough, it will smell me – it will pick me up from the long table and press me in to the corn meal Kaukesha has dusted on the table to fuck me. I think it can smell my desire. It knows I want it even when I protest – and when I do protest, it simply forces a cock down my throat, leaving me to mewl and whimper as it saws me between the cock in my mouth and the massive one lodged deep in my womb. After the first week of my imprisonment, I tentatively dipped a finger in my soggy cunny as the littler creatures sucked my nipples to painful points. I felt the tightness of my sheath even though it has stretched me open time and time again. The only change is how easily the clinging walls now weep, as if crying to have the big cock lodged within it once more. I had thought I would have grown accustomed to its size by now, but each time it wedges the thick head in to me, I am struck anew by how big it is and wonder how I am able to accommodate it. Ah! It smells me. I am too late in hiding my desire. I can feel it gathering strength behind me and I know Kaukesha can sense it as well by how her hands have begun to tremble and her eyes have gone wide in spite of her concentration on the cakes. It is here, and I have to succumb to the impending assault. The spirit is quiet now. It drifted out the opened door, leaving me gasping for breath on the bench where it left me. This time Kaukesha could not help but watch. I had no sooner put my quill down then it had lifted me from the bench, the myriad hands and arms holding me aloft as if I sat in a chair as it stretched my legs open and pulled my shift up to expose my breasts. Typical of its behavior of late, rather then rip the chemise from my body, it merely pulls the opening over my head, making my neck bow down to watch the assault as it takes place. Seeing what Kaukesha sees, I felt my stomach give a pleasurable little flip as my breasts were kneaded, the mounds denting and rippling under skillful hands before those treacherous mouths latched on to the nipples, suckling and making them swollen and stiff. I feel the press of the massive organ against my cunny lips. I can see them opening wide as it strokes the wide length of the member up and down over it until it is slick with my juices – then it thrusts it up inside me, making me yell out in surprise and pleasure. I can see the tender folds opening, stretching to accommodate the girth. It makes my cunny lips pout open, then pull in with each hard thrust which I feel up into my stomach. My cunt to fuck. It says the words with such conviction I can do nothing but whimper as I feel my orgasm begin to build. My cunt to fill. Though I should be immune to the weight and length of the cock my body houses, I am still brought low by my cunny as it clenches through an orgasm that leaves me trembling and screaming. I will fuck you my wife. I will fill you with my seed. You will feed my children. I am being bounced in the air now, feet flopping uselessly above the floor, watching my breasts bob as the mouths follow, sucking harder and harder until I feel another orgasm begin to build. The pressure from the mouths without and the massive cock within are my undoing each time and I manage to roll my eyes up to see the horrified expression on Kaukesha's face as her eyes fix on my tiny cunny, being forced wide open to accept the big, plundering organ of the spirit. Let her watch. Let her see what she and Oconowoc have condemned me to suffer. What they introduced to my treacherous body. Too much. It is too much and I climax against my will – against what my mind tells my body not to do. I look down. I see the shimmer of my fluids again on that invisible raping cock and it excites me to think how much more the spirit has yet to push inside me. "No." I moan, my head bouncing on my neck as I am pushed harder down on the impaling length. "No more. No more." It knows I am lying. I know I am lying. I can see and smell my excitement, though I cannot see my rapist. My cunt! It roars and I know Kaukesha hears it. She trembles beside the hearth, heedless to how close she is to the flame. After I orgasm again, it spins me in the air until I am dropped to the table. It takes me from behind, forcing its other cock into my mouth. My cheeks bulge around the unseen organ, the flesh of my bottom being pressed in and then released as the being forces it's enormous body against mine. All this Kaukesha witnesses, and I do not care. I willingly bounce back and forth, eagerly sucking on one cock as I thrust myself onto the other. I think lewd thoughts, wishing it would introduce the smaller cock into my bottom again, wishing I could feel it's heavy sac slapping my clitoris as Thom's had done in the past. I don't care that Kaukesha sees any more. That she watches me being fucked by the invisible spirit in my mouth and in my cunny. I care about nothing but being filled up so completely that my body feels as if it will explode. It roars and shakes the beams above our heads as it releases its copious seed into my mouth, into my cunny – making me orgasm again. Still it fucks me, my cunny making squishy noises as our juices flow down the insides of my thighs to be greedily lapped up by the lesser spirits. Yessss my wife. Feed my children. Give them our juices. I open my legs wider, ignoring the ache in my hip bones to accommodate more of the invisible heads, feeling them press into my thighs in their eagerness to clean me. Only when the creature slips it's flaccid but still large cock from my cunny do I breathe again, try to calm my racing heart. That is when it is safe – because it has often fucked me with its organ when soft, making it grow hard inside of me. When it does this, I know I will be raped over and over until I faint away from the pleasure. It does not do that this time. I am thankful because I need food. It leaves me gasping on the bench – the thickness of the air lightening as it sweeps from the cabin. I leave my head bowed over the table as the lesser beings clean me free of all their father's seed – and Kaukesha comes tentatively forward to finish making the corn cakes again.