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Rapedoll

Rapedoll

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The small group entered the ancient temple. The Temple was dark and foreboding, hidden amongst the trees of the dense forest. It was a place where most where afraid to go. But this small group of men had been making this trip once a year as there fathers did before them and there fathers before them.

In the mists of this small group in chains, stripped of everything except for the smallest piece of cloth that that wrapped around her full breasts barely covering them, and another small piece around her hips that did little to hide her sex. But sex was the farthest thing on these men's minds. They didn't like this place it sent shivers down to there bones ..all they wanted to do is prepare the sacrifice and get out of there before darkness fell on the temple.

Cristy was just 16, a virgin living in a small village with her parents when the men came for her. and now they where leading her up to a small alter where they bound her tightly so as she couldn't escape. She called after them begging them not to leave her.

When they closed the door to the temple behind them Cristy was plunged into darkness waiting for what ever fate would come for her.
 
They didn’t care who it was. All they care about is that their new plaything can withstand long periods of fun and to be genuinely scared of it. Their tentacles of trans-dimensional connections to various worlds, time periods, and alternate realities spread over a higher dimension, and are able to observe but only slightly interact with local denizens of a population. Appearing to be magical, demonic, or just plain cursed where they are connected to, often primitive or superstitious cultures react to them. And due to the hunger they have for both fear and sexual energy, ‘sacrifices’ for them was common.

They come in all ways. Those that offer death to ‘please the gods’ are punished indirectly. The exception is if they can somehow save the victim and take her to their dimension. Often the sacrifice just disappears, never to be seen again. Such was the case in one world, where the connection to other dimensions was weak, deep in a forest. Building a temple to house that which they thought was evil, the sacrificial offerings started when they began stealing women for their own.

With the warmth of life entering the temple, a single entity who’s job is to oversee this connection took notice. Fear was best when it grows gradually, with time to settle down and appreciate when it seems to be over. Cristy was left in the pitch dark, while the air got colder (44 F / 7 C). There wasn’t a sound, not a mouse to squeak or a drop to drip. They like these people, as the fear of anticipation of the unknown can grow gradually during the march, and the absolute nothingness can sink in. It drank what fear he could over a few mintues, while trying to read what her current emotional state was in.

Cristy couldn’t tell, but already she was gone from her world. With the taste of fear in her, it wanted to first see if she will appreciate what she had. Going slowly was best, and besides they need to know how their new pet toy will behave. The air started to become more temperate, while sunlight started to shine through the door. The sound of her native birds chirping was mixed with sounds of the wall crumbling very slightly, letting the light, sounds, and smells of her ideal world in. The alter in which she was bound broke, freeing her from it, although the chains that bound her to it was still on her person. It was eager to find out: will she express relief or would even this still keep fear in her?

[Outside is a lush and - for now - peaceful forest. The only living beings are the plants and birds; no humans or other animals. Any thoughts and feelings it can read from her. I already developing an idea for her first ‘nightmare’, and all it would want to know is how she reacts to it. Times of fear and peace will come and go. On the side, have you played Amnesia: The Dark Descent?]
 
The stone alter she was bound to offered little comfort to her during the night.. The temple was so dark and when they closed the door she was thrown into pitch darkness. She was trying to listen to see if she could hear any noise but all she could hear was the sound of her own breathing and her heart pounding in her chest. The minutes ticked away seeming like hours as she waited... Waited for what. She wasn't sure of, but she was fairly certain that this would be her last night alive.

Her body was shaking... her teeth started chattering, The stone alter seemed to be sucking the heat from her body
The thin pieces of cloth they had allowed her to wear offered little in the way of warmth. And as the temperature started to drop during that long night, so too did her body temperature. She found herself drifting in and out of sleep.. sometimes only for a few seconds other times for a few minutes. But each time she was jerked back awake as if from some sort of nightmare, It was so dark sometimes she couldn't even tell if her eyes where open. Each waking moment was filled with fear as she waited for the unknown to appear. She thought perhaps it was best if she was asleep and it took her in her sleep with out her even knowing it.
Her mind was racing. She thought perhaps it already did take her and she was already dead and this is all that there will ever be .. this darkness.

Then through one of those dreams she started hearing birds chirping and her mind snapped back awake. Her eyes opened .. Light .. she saw light ... her eyes where trying to adjust.. just a tiny sliver of light but it was there.. she was alive. "Hello? Is anybody there? Please help me." she called out into the emptiness. And then as if in response to her cry for help there was a loud sound of cracking... more light poured in through cracks in the temple.. She screamed ... her heart leaped with fright " Oh my god it's going to cave in" she thought. Her body recoiled and reacted as if to protect herself from falling debris her hands shot up over her head. .

It took her a moment to realized that the temple wasn't going to cave in.. at least not yet.. she was still shaking .. her heart was pounding out of her chest. And then her eyes looked up, a look of shock and puzzlement came over her face as she brought her hands down in front of her looking at her hands almost as if they where foreign objects.. The chains still held her wrists bound together, but she was no longer bound to the alter.

She took a step back .. staring at the alter in disbelief. Took another small step back and screamed. more out of shock as she almost fell over a fallen rock.. Then she turned and headed to the door.. she could see the warm sunlight streaming in.. the sound of birds chirping. As she pushed open the door the warm light fell over her body fresh air filled her lungs... the grass and trees looked so green and full of life... the sun shone brightly birds singing ... it was a beautiful spring day... a beautiful day to be alive.. the grass felt soft and cooling on her feet as she stepped from the temple. " I'm alive, I'm alive" she thought out loud.
 
It waited patiently, thinking an hour or two ought to be enough. Cristy’s chains started to rust, and it hoped she will have the smarts to try to free herself of them during her reprieve. There was a pond with fresh water further out along with fruit trees, which wasn’t there in her native world. It noted how she acted, fearing a cave in instead of seeing a potential for freedom till she already had it. Possible pessimist, but that might just be due to the stress. Further observation is needed, and her view on the sexual is also required. Nymphomaniacs were highly prized, but they tend to lack fear with sex.

Waiting and observing, noting anything she wants, it started the first part of the first real test he likes to give after the given time, or when Cristy grew bored. A large black bird, almost twice the size of the crows in her world, lands on a branch near her. Tilting its head and looking at her, it lets out a loud caw. A minute later another joins. Letting out occasional caws, the first gave a rapid flutter of its wings like it was excited. Two and then four more join over the next couple of minutes, till finally the area around her was surrounded by a sea of black birds, yelling and flapping at the new visitor below them, as though they all like to verbally cuss and assault her with their constant cawing. Meanwhile, clouds started to move in, the sun going in and coming out of cover as they pass overhead.

Then when a particularly large cloud, gray and not white like the rest, covered the sun, a new sound from the distance was heard. Very loud and very deep, Cristy couldn’t tell if it was a growl or a moan. The crows scattered in all directions, flying away as though it feared the one who made that sound. In the distance Cristy could barely see what looked like a tree collapsing as the deep growl-moan was released again into her ears. She was unable to see what it is that is making that sound.
 
The villagers had always avoided the temple and the surrounding forest, saying it was evil and cursed . As she stepped from the temple trying to get her bearings nothing seemed recognizable, but that could have just been due to the fact she was so frightened when they brought her up here.

"Hello? Is anybody here?" she called out.

She couldn't shake the feeling like somebody was watching her. As she walked towards the grove of trees she couldn't help noticing how green everything was, Almost to green.. the grass was to ... neat. Like it wasn't real, but it felt real as she walked barefooted, and smelt real, like fresh mowed grass. But who would be cutting grass in the middle of a forest. Confused and still disoriented , perhaps it was the same men that had brought her up here.

And then looking down she saw the chains had rusted, perhaps they had always looked like that but she hadn't noticed in the darkness of the temple, or perhaps it was the fresh air that made them rust. When she pulled on the chains they seemed to snap away and break freeing her wrists. Her wrists still had red bruising around where the chains had held her when she was struggling.. surely if they where weak she would have broken them then.

Although she was free and it was a beautiful day she was still nervous. Something wasn't right, but she couldn't put her fingers on it.

Now inside the grove of trees she saw fruit .. huge, big shiny fruit, fruit she had never seen before. but perhaps this part of the forest just had fruit that only grew here and because nobody ever ventured into this area she had never seen it before. She reached up and took one of the fruits and bit into it. It was sweet and juicy. And then she noticed the pond.. she could have sworn it wasn't there a little while ago. Cupping her hands she brought some of the water up to her lips.. it was sweet and fresh. and then she heard the crow, at first startling her. Turning around she was relieved to see it was just a bird. It's beady eyes watching her, Then another bird joined him she didn't start getting alarmed until the 5th bird showed up, and they where making this horrible screeching noise.

"GO! Get!" she yelled at the birds waving her arms.. but they just sat there watching her, not scared off in the least. Well they weren't scared of her, but she was definitely growing scared of them.

A shadow fell over the area, and in the distance Chrisy heard a noise. Startled she turned in that direction .. a loud rustling of wings behind her "Huh?" she whipped her head around to see the birds taking flight. Then snapped back as she heard another noise .. closer .. growling. Her eyes where huge in fright as she heard the crash of a tree being toppled over in the distance... she could see the top of trees moving.. falling.. coming towards her..

She screamed .. frozen in terror .. her blood running cold. Oh my god she thought, What ever was supposed to come for me last night is coming for me now.. she thought. Oh god. Oh god i got to get out of here.. For a moment Christie legs where frozen in fear refusing to move. And then she was running.. the blood pumping in her ears as she ran on blind fright. The sound continuing to grow closer.
 
It allowed her to run, glad things were going to planned. Taking a moment to think, it noted her fear of the flock of birds, a common omen in many cultures. If Cristy didn’t had any fear at all, it would be very, very disappointed. Seeing this now as an opportunity to see how much endurance she had, it waited till she started to feel tired, keeping the sound of the invisible beast behind her close, but not too close.

As she ran, the forest around her seemed to started to die off as she grew more fatigued. The trees started to droop and loose their leaves, then started to rot. The sky turned darker till it was almost like dusk, while a dense and dark fog filled the area. The density of the rotting trees decreased, giving her more space to run while her energy decreased. The beast behind her seemed to be going the same pace as she was, but the sound of his deep, low, moaning growl never ceased as it shrugs off trees like it was not there.

Then when it can tell her legs was going to give up soon, it acted quickly so it can dictate when she collapse and not her. The earth below Cristy seem to shook and then found herself running right into a pool of slippery mud. As she sank like it was shallow quicksand, the earth around her turned into mud also. The little amount of scattered, rotted trees sank with her. While it was not deep and most of her body was still above the surface, she would find it hard to move as the mud seem to grab hold of her and not wanting to let her go. Regardless, the invisible creature behind her did not slow down and was now approaching her, his prize.
 
Chrisy was small, young, and relatively in good shape. So running through the trees and bush wasn't much of a problem, at least not until the nice soft grass started to grow course and hard under her bare feet as the forest around slowly started to die off.

As she dodged in and out of the trees she could still hear the thing right behind her. But even in good shape the fear, stress and physical exhaustion where creeping up on her. She could hear her own blood rushing through her ears as her heart pounded, her lungs started to burn and she was starting to slow down. She would slow for a moment only to hear that thing still coming.. She would get a burst of adrenalin making her momentarily speed up. But that same adrenalin would also prove to be her down fall as each time it would drain more energy from her.

She was no longer sure footed as the fear and fatigue took hold, she started huffing and puffing tripping over fallen branches. After one of those trips regaining her feet .. she found herself running in mud.. it was getting deeper .. seeming to grab at her legs slowing her down till she was no longer able to run. That thing was still behind her .. coming closer and closer .. her eyes where as wide as a frightened deer. She was screaming, dread was pulling a cape around her covering her with fear she had little doubt that her short life was coming to an end.
 
The first thing she felt was the beast grabbing her by the shoulder and turning her around. She saw nothing, as the invisible force gripped her by the chest, lifted her completely up about a foot from the mud and slamming her back down. As the unseen grip release after the slam, so does her top which flew away as the wind started to pick up. The force press down on her again, one grip for each shoulder and another between her stomach and now naked breasts, like it had three fingers spread like a tripod. Her head, arms, and legs was still on the surface, not being consumed by the mud.

The mud seemed to have a mind of its own. Like it was sentient slime, the cold mud started to flow over around from her back and onto her breasts. It started to tingle over her skin and the mud covering her nipples started to squeeze hard. Like it was trying to suckle them. The unseen beast just held her down, breathing calmly. But it seem to always breath in a little more than it was letting out. The sky became completely dark, like a night sky without a moon or any stars.

Finally, after a couple of minutes of constant stimulation on her nipples, the beast let out a horrendous, loud, and over powerful roar. Its hot breath was a stark contrast from the cold mud. And when the roar started to let off, a sudden bright light fell from the sky, as it turned from night to high noon in an instant. The mud over her body dried up instantly, and started to flake off. All the mud and earth around her dried to a crisp, turning into hard rock.

Once she was able to gather her wits that she was free again, she noticed the new sun from above seemed larger and brighter than her world, beating down on her enough heat to make her sweat. The place turned into a barren world, with not plant or animal in sight. It allowed her to rest, just giving her a slight glimpse of what they like to do to their playthings. For now it will leave her alone. Really alone, with nothing but hard rock under her to be with. It gave her fruit and water earlier, and now that she had her first ‘test’, it will wait for hunger and thirst to take over. Then and only then will he be ready for his second test he gives to everyone. Feast to famine to undesired feast again. It won’t force intercourse on her yet. It likes to do one other thing first in preparation for the real thing.

Besides, it wonders if she will at least try to show some measure of control or just whimper and cry alone.
 
She was stunned, staring up at the thing that was holding her down. but there was nothing there. Her legs and arms kicking out as she struggled to get out of its unseen grip. She could feel the mud seeping around her as if it where alive covering her breasts in its slimy mass tugging and pulling on her tender nipples forcing them into stiff little peaks against her will.

Her hands clapped over her ears recoiling in pain at the loud penetrating roar as it echoed in her brain. She was screaming and yelling " Stop!!" To who or what she didn't know .. she was gripped in fear as the unseen force loomed over her.

As suddenly as the attack happened it was over.. the sound dieing out in her ears as it suddenly went quiet. The weight lifting off her tender body. The mud releasing her body.

For a moment she just laid there unmoving... her heart was pounding in her chest. Still in the grip of fear and confusion. What the hell just happened her mind was trying to grasp. The only sound was the sound of her own heavy breathing. " Ouch, Oh" bringing her hand up to her eyes. Bright light glaring down on her. So bright it hurt her eyes as they tried to get accustomed to the blinding brightness. She slowly sat up. She was naked.. her arms going over her chest to cover herself.. but from what .. she was alone. Really alone .. there was nothing. Slowly standing, her body slowly moving in a circle looking around. Nothing! No Trees, No mountains or hills. the land was flat and barren. Where was she? Just her tiny body in a vast of open nothingness as far as the eye could see.

Looking down at the ground she stood on. It was hard and baked .. like hot baked mud .. the ground has cracks like it had been baked for a long period of time under the scorching heat of the sun. The sun? Looking up .. squinting.. the sun was a huge bright orb shinning down on everything. Her body was covered in sweat.

"Hello?" She called out, Her voice broke off barely reaching her ears before dieing out. No sound, No echo, Nothing. She started walking, The ground hot beneath her feet. Hot enough to be uncomfortable on her bare feet, but not not enough to burn. No sense of direction .. she had nothing to go by in this desolate land. She could have been walking in place for all she knew cause nothing changed at all .. still the hot baked ground under her feet and that huge bright sun beating down on her. Every now and then she would turn around trying to see something, anything. but there was nothing at all.
 
It wasn’t too impressed. She acted like the majority, wondering around. So it waited for the hunger and thirst to grow inside of her. Being immortal, it didn’t mind.

(During this wait, it was interrupted by another entity testing its own plaything, a male. Cristy’s entity told the other to shoo, but the other press on as it was having problems with the male: he was more prone to anger than fear. Which is why in general they prefer women. The other thought it’s male needed a longer reprieve than usual, and a female might help. Besides, if they had sex its all the same, it argued. Cristy’s entity gave in, but quickly snapped he was on his second stage of her test, and will have to wait till then.)

Once it knew her thirst and/or hunger has become great enough, it triggered the next event. Hearing a sound in front of her, a lush looking tree started pulling itself from deep inside the ground. Fully out, the tree seemed to bounce and settle its roots inside the earth as the earth itself sealed up. Hanging from the tree were several long, green, cylinder shaped things. As it were, one couldn’t tell if it was a fruit, vegetable, or an animal. But the tips of it was dripping some sort of white, liquid substance. The size of them was just right to be placed inside of her mouth, about 2 to 3 fingers in size.

The entity made sure it will taste like the sweetest, refreshing liquid she has ever had.
 
Chrisy wondered this vast nothingness for what seemed like hours. Stripped of everything she couldn't keep track of time. Even the sun offered no clue as the passage of time as it kept shinning down on her as if she where some lab rat under a microscope. The heat of this unnatural sun was starting to make her feel as baked as the ground she walked on.

Her lips where getting dry and cracked.. even the saliva on her mouth seemed to be drying up. And then the earth started to rumble around her.. at first she thought it was that beast coming back for her... she stopped and looked around but could see nothing but the parched and cracked ground. Then one of the cracks in the ground started to open growing wider. She watched her eyes wide her mouth open as a tree started pushing up out of the ground. The scene it self was very disturbing as she could feel tears building up in her eyes. This was so unnatural, so unreal, where was she? what was happening to her?

She circled around the tree as she stared at it. There was something big and green hanging from it... she was so hungry and thirsty she moved closer till she was right under the tree. She could see something dripping from it. she reached out to pull it from the tree.. but the vine that was holding it was thick and wouldn't release its fruit.

Her hands where small compared to the large fruit. She slid her hands down the length of it.. it felt smooth, almost slippery. when her hands reached the end she let them run over the wetness that was coming out of the tip and brought her wet hands up to her parched lips. It had a creamy white texture, it tasted sweet and cooling .. she closed her eyes almost relishing the feeling as it quenched her dry lips.

Again she tried to pull on the fruit a little more desperate as she wanted that nectar that was inside. but the vine still wouldn't release its treasure. Finally she crouched down practically laying under the vine and fruit. She tried to bite it.. but the skin on the fruit was unyielding. So laying under the fruit she put her tongue on the spot that was leaking the white nectar.. "mmmm" she moaned softly, the sweet juice so wet and refreshing... but it was slow coming out .. kind of teasing her. So she wrapped her lips around the fruit and started suckling the end of the fruit trying to draw the nectar into her mouth. She noticed the more she sucked on it and moved it in and out of her mouth the more of its nectar filled her soon her tongue was lapping at the sweet nectar.
 
As she drank, it flowed down her throat at a reasonable level. But then it snapped off of the tree, seeming to have limbs. Quickly and without warning they flew out and gripped her from the back of her head as it morphed into something more like an animal than a plant. Holding her and unable to get it off of her, this thing started to make thrusting motions in and out of her mouth, while jiggling around as thought it was excited. The taste of the liquid changed [sperm, though she wouldn’t know it] as the flow increased enough that it was not possible for her to swallow it all. Drops turned into streams of white goo then flowed all down her front.

When the entity knew she couldn’t hold it any more longer, he made the thing let go, resulting in the thing falling happily down the slop on her chest and to the ground, taking the last piece of clothing she had covering her privates with it. It ran a bit away, the clothing stuck with some of the slop on one of its hinds. Looking back at her from a safe distance, it lets out a quick meow. (The entity thought this might be cute, and therefore give her some reprieve as it has no idea what this male would be like). The plant-creature then dashed and hit the tree hard, causing it to topple over.

When it did, the branches grew and covered the entire landscape in front of her. It all crumbled and quaked, as though falling down a bottomless pit, leaving her on a cliff side. Then a city started to rise. It seemed as though it belong to this desert like environment, with homes made out of rock and bricks from sand. As it rose, not a sound was made, not a quake was to be felt, as though it was purposely done to keep things quiet and smooth.

For sleeping in sight of her was a caucasian man sleeping. His dress was not anything she has ever seen. [It looks like a cowboy outfit] A stubble of a growing beard was over his face, and a hat was placed between his legs, just below his waist.

[The plant-creature can be a recurring character, if you wish. The man is in a deep sleep, and will be woken only if Cristy honestly tries to. If for whatever reason the hat is removed, the jeans he is wearing has been ripped there, showing his privates for all to see.]
 
When the strange creature let go of her she sprawled back. Its strange cum dripping from the side of her lips.. She was shocked silent as she seemed almost oblivious to the thing running off with the only piece of clothing she had left.

"Hay!" she yelled moving on her hands as if to start to get to her feet. The she froze.. her mouth opened.. her eyes just staring up as the thing hit the tree and the ground crumbled around her. She was on the edge of a clif looking down. a Huge seemingly ancient city sprawled out below her.

She backed away from the edge getting to her feet.. she looked around in wonder... if she didn't know before she defiantly know now she wasn't at home but in some totally new world. In a world where nothing was as it seemed.

Then her gazed turned upon a figure. A figure of a man... Excitement rushed over her. She had thought she was alone .. but now there was a man. "HAY!!! HAYYY! she called at the figure as she ran down the hill.. for the moment totally oblivious that she was completely naked. But before she reached him she realized her state of dress. She looked around for something to cover herself. There wasn't much there but she did see a tiny tree which she was able to brake one of the branches from. .. it didn't hid much but at least it was better then nothing.. and maybe they would have something down in that village she could find. but that would have to wait till later.. right now her thoughts where on that man.. but he wasn't moving. perhaps he was dead.

That thought filled her with even more fear as she thought that what ever might have killed him would also kill her.. not that it could kill her, cause she was sure that what ever was making these things happen surely had the power to kill her when it so chose. As she ran up to him the man still wasn't moving... she slowed down to a quick walk.. "Hayy you! are you alright?" she called, be he still didn't move.. when she got up to him she was releaved to see he was still breathing. "Hay you wake up!" she said.. leaning down she gave him a little shake.. but he didn't seem to be waking. She was getting a little more anxious as she kept shaking him .. not really sure when this world was going to slip away from her and change again. She noticed the strange clothing he wore .. but after everything else she had already seen that hardly affected her. "Come on you have to wake up" she said shaking him much harder now almost in desperation. Then the hat he wore sliped off his lap reveling his torn pants and his cock. " aggg! god" she said as she turned her head embarrassed covered her cheeks. Then she reached down and picked up his hat as she glanced over at the still sleeping man and she used his hat to cover her own exposed bottom half .. now the branch she was holding would be able to cover mostly her breasts.
 
[To any speakers of German, note that these characters are from different worlds and, while I am faking it, even if its wrong, pretend its not. Okay?]

Windell wished he had listened. While exploring the blown out ruins of Ehemalige Frankreich, he caught word of a cavern complex which was named Der Schrecken Gruben. Not knowing why it was called that, he had to check it out and found himself in some place that might as well be a living nightmare. Not knowing how he found these ruins, he gave up on going back home. And after being forced to stay awake for what had to be over 24 hours, when the thing finally stopped sucking his dick dry, he had to get some sleep. His ruby-red balls throbbing, he covered it with his hat and fell into a deep sleep.

While dreaming about being back home in Deutschland talking to some of his treasure seeking buddies, a naked girl with exotic features walked in the room and started pushing him, speaking a language he didn’t understand. The others at the table started laughing as his dream self pushed her away till the girl held his paints and, with a bigger push, ripped his pants.

“Dumme schlampe!”, Cristy heard the sleeping man cry out as he groggily started to regain consciousness, nearly falling over. Groaning and trying to gather his senses, memory of what happened before started to come back. “Verdammt noch mal. Dies war nicht teil des traumes” he mumbled looking around before noticing Cristy near him. Then he changed to become more alert, not wanting more of what happen before. “Wer bist du jetzt?”, Windell yelled at her while his hand went for the gun he no longer had. Cursing, he kept his distance and angry that she apparently has his hat. Some new sukkubus to tease and torture him perhaps like that... that... whatever the hölle that thing was before. “Gib mir meinen hut!”, he demanded. And if she doesn’t and approach him instead, he just might go ahead and hit her to get it back. He even wonder if she is real.

[This is what I PM'ed you about a couple days ago.]
 
Chrisy's joy at seeing the man wake was short lived when he started shouting at him in another language she had never heard.. he seemed angry.
Chrisy had always been a quiet shy girl but when he started yelling at her just made her more timid. She was trying not to look at the hole in the mans pants and then she realized she was holding his hat.. he was glaring at her and yelling.. staring at his hat in her hands. that she was using to cover her naked sex. She really didn't want to give it back to him but he needed it as much as she did.. and well.. it was his hat after all.

She reached out with his hat .. her hands obviously shaking. as she tried to readjust the branch to now cover her firm breasts as well as her smooth womanhood. "I'm sorry, here take it." she said .. her voice as small and shaking as she held out the hat.
 
Windell yanks the hat away from her hand and only now looks her over. If he was not trap in some nightmarish world he might consider himself lucky to see this naked creature. Now he just want to be left alone and figure out how to get out of this hell. “Lass mich in ruhe”, he said in a more calm, even tone, almost wishing he will not say that. Turning around, he goes inside what he guess was a home at one time.

Trying to remember, he fell asleep while watching for new trouble. He had some rations left and a water canteen, his gun was gone, an no spare clothes. His only other equipment was a bed roll and backpack with a rope, flint & tender, and a small knife. His only weapon. The money he has is useless. He walks out, trying to ignore the girl. The whole environment changed again, and seem to be someplace else. Tucking part of his hat into his belt so he will be partially covered, he head out. No reason to stick around. He did glanced back wondering if the girl will follow him.

The two entities watched. The one testing Windell voiced his complaint, that he seemed uninterested in her. Chrisy’s though said to wait. She might be interested in him and, like it said earlier, may need more of a reprieve. It then changed the subject into something more pressing.
 
Chrisy watched as the man walked inside what appeared to be a house. She still wasn't quite sure of the man. In this strange world she found her self thrown into she wasn't sure of anything anymore. She wasn't even sure if she was awake or in some kind of hellish nightmare, or perhaps she was in hell and she was already dead and didn't know it. Was this man part of that nightmare, or was he trapped like she was. But judging by how bewildered the man was she was leaning towards that latter of the two.

She watched him as he came out of the house. She was thinking about perhaps checking out one of the houses herself to try to find something to cover up with, When the man started walking away. She didn't want to lose him after all he was the closes thing she had see to a human since this all began and weather or not he liked it or not she was going to stay with him.. "Hay wait!" she called after him as he continued to walk.
 
Windell stopped, just long enough for her to get about two arms length, then moved forward, ignorant at the fact two beings were debating what to do to him. Windell kept quiet, knowing communicating with her would serve little purpose as they did not know what each was saying. He just moved forward, not noticing how quickly the ground below them changed from sand to various density of dirt. He did move faster if she got too close, while keeping an eye on her. Every time he does, his eyes desire her while his mouth displayed a frown. Wenn ihr weiter, werde ich es tun, he thought to himself.

And it was right after that lustful thought that two things happened. To Windell, the ground gave way and he fell into a tight pit, a little deeper than his height. To Christy, vines sprouted around her feet and grabber her by the legs. They had, while not thorn like, a rough and goo like texture making escape very difficult and slightly painful. Windell started screaming. After the initial shock and realizing he wasn’t being physically harmed, he yelled out what was happening to him. “Insekten! Essen meine kleider!” His tone changed from initial terror to extreme annoyance. All Christy can tell was many somethings were doing something to him. And while Windell was fighting back, it was a loosing fight and was just digging himself in deeper.

Twisting and growling in his temper for uncountable amount of time, he plummeted further down out of her sight. At first Windell sounded like he was suddenly hopeful with the words, “Gut ... jetzt besser …” Only to hear him fall further. Christy couldn’t tell from her point what happened. The earth Windell was facing was smooth, hard rock, while the one behind him was loose and seemed almost climbable. He turned around and that was when he fell further, now facing in her direction. Just what the entities wanted. Now for her.

Thirty to sixty seconds after Windell’s last fall, the earth beneath Christy fell. The vines still kept her in their grips, pulling her more to Windell’s direction. It was as though she was falling through a slopped tunnel of dirt. She landed vertically in front of Windell. He had a small number of beetles crawling over him harmlessly, while he himself was now naked other than tiny chewed bits of clothing. The bugs seem to be cleaning up the scraps from the feast, but otherwise Windell seem more annoyed than in pain or frightened now. More vines continued to work, wrapping around both of them till both of their bodies, facing together, was tightly squeezed into each other, with their chests hugging against each other getting the most sqeeze. The only parts of their body that was still free was their hands and arms up to their elbows. Windell started to have a very uncomfortable and squashed erection and was trying to get it into a more comfortable position.
 
One minute she was running trying to catch up with Wendell, The next minute he was gone swallowed up by the ground.. she could hear his screaming mixed with her own as something grabbed and wrapped around her ankles. She screamed more out of fright then pain.. it all seemed to be happening so quickly... all she could think of if, Oh no not again!

Her heart was pounding, she could hear Wendell shouting from deep with in the hole,, every now and then his voice seemed to get farther away. She was trying to pull the vines from around her ankles as panic was setting in. When suddenly the ground was falling out from under her as well .. the vines dragging her down in the hole.. like a giant slide.. her soft delicate skin dragging over the dirt as it was scratching but not enough to cause any physical damage.

When suddenly she found herself being thrust up against Wendell and much to her horror he was naked!
His body was pressed up against hers .. something was wrapping them together.. OH My God!what was that thing pressing against her!!! " UGGGG, Stop moving!" She shouted to Wendell. Her hands where trying to push him away but the vines wouldn't release there grip.
"Stoppppp! your getting that thing on me."
 
Windell told her to “Halt die klappe”, then yelled it louder when he was trying to move his penis between her legs into a more comfortable position. While it wasn’t in her vagina, it was right below it. He then tried to keep completely still hoping she will do the same.

Meanwhile the entities debated, as more vines tied them together and dirt around them crumbled away. The whole grew to the point they were hanging in a hole, about a foot / 30 cm from them and the outer wall, and about that distance below Windell’s feet. If the vines let go, they will fall that short distance. Windell mostly gave up. The vines were for all purposes alive. The earth was alive. But why they wanted to keep them so close he hasn’t figured out yet.

A single vine moved down below his penis in between her legs and pushed it up, while the others tried to lower Christy just a bit. It was still not inside of her, but it was right up against her vulva region, including her clitoris. The vines letting go of their lower section (keeping them tight for their upper section), one vine for each of Christy’s feet and legs held her in position while four wrapped around Windell and the walls. They moved back and forth forcing him to make thrusting motions. While the entities rather it was inside of her, this will have to do.

Meanwhile two vines lowered down, behind each of them. Moving around the very edge of each anus, they were warning of their intentions. Suddenly both let go of a liquid inside for lubercation. Windill cursed as he realized what was about to happen. When the vines went inside of them, Windill grabbed what he could of Christy as he squirmed. Shortly after the analling started, he ejaculated, his sperm getting all over her between her legs.

Christy’s entity asked for the analing to continue till he had enough data to see how much she likes it, and if she does, let it last longer for her to enjoy what she can.
 
Chrisy was screaming, The fact that she not only had a naked man pressed up against her was terrifying enough but now she could feel his cock rubbing against the soft puffy lips of her vagina. " Stoppp" she screamed as if Wendell had come control over what was happening. The vines was moving him back and forth making his cock slide over the delicate pink flesh and up against her sensitive clit while they held her legs wide apart.

Then she felt something sliding over her firm ass cheeks and sliding between the crack.. She gasped as she felt something moving over her most privet of places, this thing or what ever it was was rubbing around her ass hole. then she felt something wet as it continued to rub. Although Wendell may have known what was going to happen, it came as a painful shock for Chrisy when the thing started pushing past the tight ring of muscles around her ass hole. She screamed at the same time Wendell started to scream. The look of horror on her face at this ultimate invasion. She could feel it pushing deeper moving in and out probing her tight ass hole all the time while Wendell's cock kept rubbing back and forth over her now throbbing clit. Her juices where starting to cover Wendell's cock making it slide easier over her clit. His hands reaching and grabbing anything and everything he could get his hands on.. which unfortunately for her happened to be her firm breasts and now his fingers where gripping and squeezing.

Suddenly Wendel was moaning and warm liquid was running down her creamy white thighs. Still being a virgin the feeling horrified her, having no idea what is was .. and what she thought he was doing totally freaked her out as she continued to yell at him. " STOPPPPPP PEEING ON ME!!
 
Windell's entity was satisfied, though Christy’s one was not. The first argued she is in too much fear to orgasm, and besides it isn’t the best way. Angry at those words, Christy’s complied, though it wanted something more. Like proper intercourse. And who knows when the male will be ready for another. It started to get mad.

The analing stopped and the vines eased up, but not enough to let them go. As the humans rested, water started to fill up from the bottom. Once it got high enough to not injure the two playthings, the vines let go. Windell was glad that was over and whatever was doing this was allowing them to escape. Pushing the girl away, he allow the water to lift him up. He looked to the now darker sky and knew he just had to wait for the water to reach the surface, unless some other blasted surprise happened.

[Does she know how to swim? Also, I not sure which to do, as I tried but not quite got her to loose her virginity, and suffering from “I want to do something but don’t know how to.” Specifically, the two entities blowing up the situation. Wonder then if you would like to give some feedback. Yet another near miss cause her entity to break the rules and do her itself? Force her to loose virginity by some other means tonight (or right now!), ticking off Windell's? Or do you have another idea? Wendell is too ticked off and want to just be alone... though watching her is likely.]
 
Once the water had lifted them out of the pit Cristy sat on the ground crying. She couldn't even look at Wendell she was so embarrassed. Well at least one good thing, she wasn't the only one naked anymore.
 
Glad she was able to swim and didn’t grab his neck and tried to cling on to him, Wendell got some distance between her and him and plopped himself on the ground at a base of a new tree. The place grown some with fruit, but he wasn’t hungry. Then he took note of her crying. If he wasn’t in such of a bad mood, he might take pity. But instead he was too pissed off at everything.

Seeing the two starting their reprieve, and Wendell’s entity thought they had enough to start their report and see who might want either of these two. Cristy’s entity hated Wendell’s. It had to be incompetent. Their job was to test limits, breaking points, and what they like and don’t like. Sex and fear is the food they eat. And she, as for as it is concerned, is still a virgin. So ignoring the general rule of good conscience to give playthings a rest between sessions, it thought it’s subject still was not finished.

A tree near Cristy stretched its branches, grabbing her by the arms and later wrists, pulling her to its trunk. Wendell, now scared of yet another round of this, darted up and waited for his own, realizing no branches were out to get him. A root, similar in size and shape as Wendell’s penis, sprouted from the ground, smooth, wet, and clean of dirt. It started to shove itself in her vagina.

[It won’t last long, and my next post might be lengthy, per my spoiler hint in my PM last night. Not quite sure how it might all happen though....]
 
Chrisy was leaning against the tree trying to pull herself back together after her ordeal. She wouldn't, at that moment, cared of Wendell left or not, to her, he was just another instrument put here to torment her.

Chrisy heard a cracking and rustling noise, and before she could even move to see the source of the noise the limbs of the tree where wrapping around her. She was screaming looking over towards Wendell to see if the same thing was happening to him, but he just stared at her as these things wrapped around her. "Help Me!" she screamed, but Wendell just seemed to be glued in place not move with a look of shock on his face. What Wendell saw coming up between Chrisy's legs she did not from the way it had her pinned against the tree.

And then Chrisy felt something hard pressing against her tight vaginal lips...
"Noooo, Stop it!" she was screaming at Wendell to help her. Then the scream stopped short as terror and pain spread across her face as this thing started pushing inside her slowly, perhaps to slowly, as she felt it moving inside her something broke and warm sticky fluid started dripping down her thighs. As Wendell just stood there in shock watching the whole thing.
 
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