SIRENS'
RAPTURE
THE
FOREST
by
Wingman
wingman46@hotmail.com
The silence was the most remarkable thing about the
forest. Donna, Rachel, and Meaghan
threaded their way through the thick flora slowly, picking their way
carefully. The three women had been in
the forest for several hours now. The
small path they had followed when they first entered had vanished quickly. They had retraced their steps, looking for
another path to follow, but there had been no sign of one. So they continued to head deeper into the
forest. Donna hoped they were not going
in circles. They were trying to move in
a straight line, but the lack of any paths, or a clear view of the sky to
orient their direction, was making that difficult. And the forest was absolutely still. There wasn't even the usual sounds of insects, birds, or small creatures
rustling in the brush. Donna had to
admit, if only to herself, that the effect was quite unsettling.
The three women walked a few more yards when Meaghan, a
petite, athletic blonde who was leading them through the forest, halted. She cocked her head to one side.
"Do you guys hear that?" she asked. Donna listened.
"Is that..." she began, then paused, listening
harder.
"Water?" finished Rachel. Meaghan looked back at them, excitement
dancing in her eyes.
"I think so."
She started forward again.
Meaghan picked her way forward with renewed energy, but still moved
carefully. Meaghan, like Donna and
Rachel, was totally naked. They had to
be careful of branches in the dense forest.
The three women were Sirens; agents of a group called the Enclave. The Enclave was dedicated to foiling a group
called the Cult. The Cult was bent on
world domination. The two organizations
waged their battles using tantric magic - a type of magic fueled by sex. A few years ago, the Cult had opened a new
front in the conflict by making an alliance with an extradimensional race of
beings called Pleasure Parasites. The
Parasites fed on pleasure energy, particularly the sexual pleasure of human
females. Donna, Rachel and Meaghan had
been captured by the Parasites during their last sexual battle. Somehow, the Parasites had altered their
bodies, making them sexually hypersensitive.
After the battle, they had been pulled through a dimensional nexus to
the Parasites homeworld. The Sirens had
found themselves on a beach, and were promptly assaulted by a massive purple
Parasite, and several dozen smaller Parasites, who tickled the three Sirens
until they had massive orgasms. They
had passed out, and upon waking, left the beach, and the apparently sleeping
Parasite. The three women now made
their way through a dense forest, looking for water and shelter.
Meaghan pushed through a dense thicket, and saw that the
land sloped gently downhill. The sound
of rushing water was now unmistakable.
The trees began to thin out. Meaghan
could see a hint of a stream in the distance, running down the hill.
"This way!" she shouted to Donna and Rachel. She darted forward. The three quickly reached the bank of a
fast-running stream. Meaghan bent down,
dipping her hands in the water. It was
cool; it felt wonderful! She scooped a
handful to her mouth, and took a long drink.
Donna and Rachel dropped down next to her, sipping the water and
splashing it on their faces. After a
brief rest, Meaghan rose, and followed the stream down the hill. The hill bottomed out into a shallow valley,
hills sloping up on either side. Upon
reaching the bottom, they discovered a small pond formed by several streams
running down the hills. The Sirens
eagerly waded into the water. It was
cool and refreshing. They splashed
around for several minutes, rinsing off the dirt and sweat of their hike
through the forest. Finally, they waded
back to the bank of the pond, sprawling out on a mound of soft grass. The light was fading fast. Although it was cool in the forest, it
wasn't frigid cold. Despite that, they
were soon shivering.
"We're gonna need to start a fire," said Meaghan
through chattering teeth.
"What do we need to d-do?" asked Donna. Meaghan sent Donna and Rachel to collect dry
twigs and grasses. Meanwhile, she found
some dry wood, and set about striking a flame.
After a few minutes, a small but warming fire crackled on a dry patch of
dirt Meaghan found several yards away from the pond.
"Is anyone hungry?" asked Rachel, stifling a
yawn. After the day's exertions, both
on the beach with the Parasite, and in the forest, she was exhausted.
"Not really," Donna replied. Meaghan merely shook her head. Her eyes were drooping.
"We'd better look for something tomorrow,"
Meaghan said sleepily.
"Okay, but right now, I think we need sleep,"
said Donna. Rachel yawned and
stretched, laying herself down by the fire.
"I think we should have a lookout," Meaghan
said. Her head was drooping.
"I'll take the first watch, then," said Donna,
glancing over at Rachel and seeing that she was already asleep.
"If you see any..."
"Go to sleep, Meaghan. I'll be alright."
Meaghan nodded, and gratefully flopped herself down. Within seconds, she was fast asleep.
Donna rose and stretched.
Truth be told, she was tired too, but not nearly as tired as the
others. She walked over to the small
pile of branches they had collected, and tossed a couple onto the fire. It cackled merrily. Donna felt much safer by the fire. She knew it could attract attention, but it's
light and warmth were quite welcome in this strange place. In fact, the three Sirens had long since
attracted some attention. The Parasite
on the beach had been a sentry, a lookout.
After feeding on the Sirens' pleasure, it had sent a message. The message had traveled far and wide, and
had caught the attention of several denizens of the forest the Sirens now
camped in. Donna, and the sleeping
Rachel and Meaghan, were unaware of this.
She stared into the flames, thinking about their situation, and how they
got to this point. It seemed like only
a few hours ago that the three of them were preparing for a standard sexual
encounter with the Pleasure Parasites.
That encounter had been anything but standard. She realized that she didn't really know how long ago that had
been. It could have been hours, it
could have been days. The same could be
said of their ticklish ordeal on the beach.
They had passed out afterwards, but had it been minutes? Hours?
Days? How did time behave here? Idly, she ran her hands down her bare
legs. They were smooth as silk. She ran them back up again. Smooth.
Her brow furrowed. That couldn't
be right. Her legs felt as if she had
just shaved them. She had shaved her
legs just before going to the cave where she encountered the Parasites, but
surely, by now, some growth would be visible.
Donna was considering this when she heard a rustle. Her head shot up. She scanned the trees surrounding them. She couldn't see anything, but she had definitely heard
something. She rose. She circled the fire, looking into the dark
forest. She heard another rustle, this
time above her. She looked up, and the
world went dark.
Rachel stirred. Her
eyes fluttered open. She fancied she
could see the first hint of light. Dawn
must be near, she thought. She tried to
rise, when she realized she couldn't.
All at once, she was wide awake.
She was lying on the ground. Her
arms were bound above her head. They
were bound tight at the wrist and elbow.
Her waist, knees, and ankles were similarly restrained, with her legs
pulled wide apart. During the night,
someone or something had tied her up.
Her head was free though, and she looked around, trying to catch a
glimpse of Donna and Meaghan. There was
no sign of them. She could see that she
was tied down with dozens of tiny strands of what looked like vines. And she saw that she was surrounded by
dozens of tiny figures. The light was
too faint for her too see any of them clearly, but she could see their shadows
all around her. One of the figures
approached her. It stepped into a small
patch of light. It was only about 12
inches tall. It was brown, with large
yellow eyes, large ears, short legs.
The arms were long, and the fingers slender and nimble. Rachel didn't know what it was, but it
reminded her of the pictures she had seen in storybooks of trolls. The troll looked back towards the large
group that was now approaching.
"Are we sure this is the one?" it said in a high
pitched voice. Another troll approached
her.
"This is the one," he said. He?
Rachel wondered. None of them
wore anything resembling clothing, but she couldn't see any sign if the
creatures were male or female.
"There is only one," the first troll
continued. "The sentry said there
were three." Three. Rachel had a feeling they were talking about
her. And Donna and Meaghan. Where were they?
"I think I saw some arboreals carry one off,"
said a third troll.
"And I know a centivine took another," said the
second troll. Rachel couldn't keep
quiet anymore.
"What have you done with my friends?" she
asked. The trolls all turned back to
her.
"They are...elsewhere," said the first
troll. For the first time, Rachel saw
it didn't move its mouth when it spoke.
She heard its voice in her head.
Telepathy, then, Rachel thought.
It explained how she could understand them.
"What do you mean?" she asked, dreading the
answer. They implied something carried
off Donna and Meaghan. Could they be
dead.
"The forest hold many creatures. We were told about you by the sentry. Some of these creatures will want
to...feed," said the little creature, a nasty smile playing across his
face. Somewhere in the distance, she
heard a cry.
"Sentry?" Rachel suppressed a shudder at the next
thought. "Feed?" All the troll did was nod.
"And now," she continued, struggling against the
vines holding her down, and fighting her growing fear, "you're going
to...feed on me?" The troll shook
his head. His wicked smile remained.
"Then wh-what are you gonna do?"
"We are merely the harvesters," the troll
said. Rachel saw the mass of trolls
parting. The light was growing
brighter. Rachel could make out two
more figures moving toward her. They
had no resemblance to the trolls whatsoever.
They looked somewhat like giant jellyfish. They were a translucent, bluish color. They used long, delicate looking tentacles to make their way
forward. They paused at the edge of the
mass of trolls. They settled down,
pulsing slightly, the tips of their limbs flicking in the air every so often.
"They shall feed." The mass of trolls approached her. Rachel pulled mightily against the vines. But it was no use. She was too tightly held.
The trolls swarmed over her, scrambling up on her hips, her legs, her
chest. They all turned to the first
troll, who was right between her ample breasts.
"Begin," he said.
"<GASP!>" Rachel's eyes shot wide
open in surprise. These creatures
weren't trying to hurt her. All at
once, a few of them began using their tiny but nimble hands to massage and
squeeze her nipples. At the same time,
more were stroking the exposed folds of her vagina. Her hypersensitive skin sent ripples of pleasure through
her. She hadn't been prepared for
this! More nimble hands joined in, stroking
her breasts, feeling for her swelling clitoris. It wasn't too hard for them.
Her newfound sexual hypersensitivity meant that sexual arousal was
extremely for her now. She could feel
her clit swelling. Sure enough, she
felt little prickles of sensation on her little bud as the trolls found and
teased her clitoris. She arched her
back, and moaned deeply. Her moans
quickly turned to gasps as the little creatures gently pinched and squeezed,
sending shudders of ecstacy through her groin.
She felt a surge of moisture.
Now, they began reaching inside the folds of her pussy, towards her pink
depths. Rachel felt a buildup of
pressure in her groin. So soon? she
thought through the haze of pleasure clouding her mind. Within seconds, she felt her body tense, her
back arch, and the pressure spike.
"OOOOHHHHH GGGO-O-O-DDDDD!" she moaned as she
orgasmed. The trolls slowed down their
stimulations. But now the rest moved in
for the second phase. Little fingers
began to poke and prod her ribs, her underarms, her feet. Rachel's heaving gasps changed to
giggles. The trolls were tickling
her. The tingling, tickling feeling was
everywhere. Rachel wriggled, surprised
at how much it tickled. She remembered
her ordeal the day before on the beach with the Parasite. That tickling had been intense, a byproduct
of her sensitivity. It was just as bad
now, if not worse. The trolls teased
and stroked her everywhere. Her upper
arms and her underarms. Her ribs, her
belly, her hips, the trembling hollows between her legs and her lower stomach. Her legs, her knees, her feet, the inside of
her thighs.
"NO! NO STOPP HAHAHAHAHA! EEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! NO! NOT
THERE!" she shrieked, as the trolls now turned their tickling fingers to
her breasts. Rachel thrashed
helplessly. The vines held her fast. Rachel had always been extremely
ticklish. The Parasites had made her
infinitely more so. Rachel knew that
after an orgasm, her body was even more sensitive. So now, after her quick but intense climax, she was more ticklish
than ever before.
"PLEEEHEHEHEEASE! STOP! STOP!
STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Now the trolls began to sexually stimulate her again. They squeezed her nipples, her clit. She felt, through the swarm of tickling, the
trolls were parting her swollen, glistening pink labia. The strange jellyfish-like creatures rose,
and approached her. Gingerly, the tips
of their tendrils touched her quivering flesh.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!"
Intense pleasure surged through her.
It was like they were stinging her, but instead of pain, they were
stinging her with pleasure. Pleasure
spikes mixed with tickling strokes.
Rachel writhed, giggling and moaning, shrieking with laughter, and
crying with pleasure. Then the
tentacles eased into her pussy.
"OOHHH! OH MY GOD! OOOHHHHH YESSSS! YESSSSSS!"
Despite the intensity, Rachel's body eagerly welcomed the penetration. Powerful surges of pleasure pulsed up her
passage. She tensed again, this time
her pussy gushed as she rode another climax.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Rachel gasped for air, her chest heaved. The trolls scrambled out of the way of the
jellyfish creatures. They stopped
teasing her erogenous zones. Now the
jellyfish wrapped tendrils around her breasts and nipples. Two thin cords wrapped around her clit. The pleasure sting arced through her like an
electric current. Everywhere the tips
touched her, explosions of ecstacy blossomed inside her. And still, the trolls continued to tickle
her. Rachel was overwhelmed with
sensation. An ordinary woman would have
been overcome. The intensity of the
sexual stimulation would have left the victim with little sense of the
tickling. This was not so with
Rachel. She felt every stroke, every
poke, every squeeze, every sting, with startling clarity. It was as if the feelings were both mixed
together, and isolated. Dimly, she was
aware that her body was beginning to glow.
It was the Rapture. The Rapture
was an intense form of sexual pleasure so powerful, it was actually
visible. Very few women who could
produce it could do so for more than an instant. Rachel could produce it for at least several minutes.
The tendrils in her gushing pussy stroked in and out
steadily, each thrust brought the tip of a pleasure stinger in contact with one
of her g-spots. Each touch brought a
fresh surge of pleasure, and a cry from her lips. She felt the pressure build again, and again her body spurted
with release. Her orgasms were long,
sustained symphonies of pleasure. The
jellyfish finally began to slow their thrusts.
Their tentacles began to withdraw from Rachel's glowing body. The tickling ceased as the trolls all backed
away from her. The jellyfish made one
last stab into her pussy, bringing her to one last climax. As its tendrils withdrew, they drew the
light of the Rapture in. They left
Rachel lying there, gasping and trembling, the last orgasm still echoing in her
body.
The jellyfish reached tendrils out to each other. They joined, and rose up over Rachel's
body. The bluish figures shuddered
themselves, then began to emit golden rays of light. These rays bathed the trolls, who all stood still, drawing this
new light into themselves. For a few
minutes this lasted. Finally, the glow
faded altogether. The jellyfish glided
away, and Rachel could see them make their way to the edge of the pond, and
slip under the water. The trolls began
to move away, disappearing into the grasses and bushes. A few scampered over to where she lay, and
suddenly she felt slack on her restraints.
Before she could gather enough strength to get up, they, too, had
disappeared. Finally, Rachel rolled
into a sitting position, her body still tingling. She didn't move for several minutes. She needed to rest a bit.
Then she would see about finding Donna and Meaghan.
Donna was immobilized.
She hadn't had time to cry out, before something wrapped around her
face. Then, something powerful coiled
around her body, and lifted her into the air.
Her arms were pressed to her sides, her legs bound tight. She had no leverage. She cried out, but they were muffled by
whatever had wrapped around her head.
She had the sensation of moving fast, but lost her sense of direction. Suddenly, she felt an impact. She had landed on something. The coils slackened a bit, but before she
could try to free herself, new coils pulled her arms up above her head. She could feel her ankles seized, and her
legs pulled open, and immobilized. The
thing moved off her face. Donna
gasped. She was staring at a snake.
The serpent stared at her, its forked tongue flicking out,
tasting the air. I wasn't baring fangs,
or hissing. It was the most unusual
serpent she had ever seen. It's head
was wide, and flat, somewhat like a copperhead from Earth, but much
larger. A fluttering ridge of what she
decided were fins ran down both sides of its silver body. She noticed, also, two small arms retracting
into its body. Its tail parted at the
end into two long, sweeping fins that could contract and expand like a
fan. Unbeknownst to Donna, the serpents
were arboreal water snakes; snakes who were designed to live and swim easily in
water, but who could also come onto the land, and, using their retractable
arms, could climb into the trees as easily as a primate. Donna chanced a glance at her wrists. Two other snakes had her restrained, their
long bodies coiled around her wrists and forearms, the end fins slowly waving
in the air. The same was true at her
ankles, with the snakes bodies coiled around her legs up to her knees. She returned her gaze to the serpent
hovering over her. Its body was wrapped
around her hips and waist. The two fins
of its tail were raised over her exposed crotch. Given the strength she could feel in the coils around her, she
knew that at any moment, this thing could easily squeeze her to death. She wondered why it hadn't done so, if it
was going to eat her. Then, she had a
chilling realization.
"Can you understand me?" she asked it.
The serpent's head bobbed up and down.
"What do you want with me?"
In reply, the serpent lowered its head to her breasts. It's forked tongue flicked lightly across
one of her nipples. It tickled
lightly. A small gasp escaped her
lips. She hadn't expected that. The serpent again flicked its tongue, this
time across the other nipple. Again,
Donna gasped lightly. She could see and
feel her nipples hardening in response to the stimulation. A third time, the serpent's tongue flicked
across Donna's hard nipple. Donna
jumped, squealing with surprise. One of
the snakes coiled around her arms had flicked its tail fin lightly across her underarm
at the same time. She hadn't expected
that either. Without warning, two fins
brushed the sensitive soles of her feet.
Donna jerked and tried to pull away in response, but she couldn't even
budge the coils wrapped around her. The
serpent's head rose in front of her face again. It's eyes seemed to gleam hungrily in the feeble light.
"Not again," Donna groaned. Then the snakes struck.
"NOOO-OHHH-HO-HO-HO-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!" She shrieked with sudden laughter as the
snakes flicked fin and tongue across her sensitive flesh. Intense ticklish sensations quickly consumed
her. She pulled mightily, but futilely,
against the serpents' powerful coils.
The snakes' flicks were feather light.
Most women would have barely felt them.
Donna, however, was not a normal woman anymore. And the feather light flicks tickled. Oh, how they tickled!
"EEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEAAH-HAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!"
Slow, gentle, light strokes tickled intensely. The snakes strokes her soles, her underarms,
her nipples. The snake wrapped around
her torso now began to brush its fins against the tender skin of her inner
thighs. Donna shrieked in
response. Her hips swivelled, trying to
escape. But she was held fast. There was no escape.
"NOOO-HO-HO!
NOOO-HO-HO! PLEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEASE!
STOP!"
Donna gasped for air.
Her skin grew flushed and pink.
She could feel a tingle building deep in her loins. She knew through the haze of tickling that
she was growing wet. Her body, always
so close to arousal these days, was now fully aroused. She twisted and wriggled furiously. Her feet wiggled, her toes curled, desperate
to escape the sensations assaulting them.
It was no use. The serpents had
her trapped and helpless. The serpent
curled around her torso continued to flick its tongue lightly across her hard
nipples. They were swollen and throbbing,
and highly sensitive. Its head bobbed
and weaved in response to her thrashing, and it didn't lose contact with her
for a second. Its tail fins brushed her
thighs lightly, working their way toward her glistening labia. Donna's head was thrown back as she shrieked
and squealed with laughter. She didn't
see the snake begin to extend something from between its tail fins. A long, red, phallic organ pushed out. As flexible as the serpent, the phallus
moved down to her groin. Effortlessly,
it eased its tip against the entrance to her passage, and slid inside. Donna's head shot up, her eyes wide with
surprise. A powerful surge of intense
pleasure flooded her body. Her laughter
mixed with a deep gasp. Her back arched
in response, her head falling back. Her
long, curly red hair dangled and swayed from the treetops.
"OOOOHHH! OOOHHHH-HO-HO-HA-HAA-HAAAAHHHHHH!" The serpent began slowly pumping its cock in
and out of her pussy, while the other serpents continued their light tickling
of her body. She tensed as her first
orgasm shook from her.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-AAAHHH-AH-AH-AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
Her pussy clutched at the cock thrusting into her. Fluid gushed out as she squirted with
release. The snake suddenly began
pumping Donna fast and hard. She came
again in seconds. As the climax claimed
her, the tickling grew more intense.
The orgasm mixed with tickling launched her to a new plateau of
pleasure. She came again, harder than
before. Her pussy gushed. Her body began to glow with the light of the
Rapture. The serpent basked in the glow
of her pleasure energy, drawing it into itself. As the orgasm subsided, Donna slumped back, breathing heavily. Her body tingled like mad. The serpents shifted position, sliding and
flowing around her. A new serpent
coiled around her body. The flicking
resumed. Fin and forked tongue lightly
brushed her again. After her orgasms,
she was even more sensitive, more ticklish than before. She wriggled and writhed. Again, a serpent penetrated her. Pleasure flooded her, mounting to a higher
level. Soon, Donna was in the throes of
a toe-curling orgasm. The glow of the
Rapture returned, brighter than before.
For several minutes (or was it hours? she couldn't be sure), the pattern
repeated itself. The serpents tickled
her, one of them thrusting its long, probing cock deep into her. She was driven to powerful orgasms. Her orgasms were like riding tidal waves. The pleasure built to towering heights, then
crashed like thunder through her. Then,
the waves built again. And through it
all, the snakes continued their incessant tickling.
Countless orgasms later, the serpents began to ease
off. They had fed long and deep. Donna was exhausted, and dripping with
sweat. Finally, they uncoiled from
around her body. Two serpents eased her
gently down through the branches.
Finally, they settled her limp body on the ground, a few meters away
from the Sirens' campsite. She took
deep breaths, gathering her strength. A
few minutes, she thought. A few minutes
and I'll get up. And I'll try to find
Rachel and Meaghan. A few feet away, a
spent Rachel was thinking the same thing.
The first thing Meaghan was aware of was the smell. It was like roses, jasmine, and lilacs mixed
with some unusual odor she couldn't identify.
The next thing she was aware of was the unusual color of the light. Her eyes fluttered open. Everything had a green tinge to it. As her eyes focused, she realized she wasn't
looking at the sky. She wasn't looking
at any trees either. It looked like a
large leaf, covering her entire field of vision. Her head began to clear.
She tried to sit up. It was then
that she noticed that she couldn't sit up.
She was lying back on an angle.
Her entire body was wrapped tightly by some kind of vines. She pulled against her bonds, but it was to
no avail. The vines were too thick, and
far too numerous for her to break.
Something about her struggles must have gotten something's attention,
because suddenly, more vines began whipping around her. The giant green leaf in front of her split
down the center and peeled back.
Meaghan could see the sky. It
was still dark, but she could see the first glimmers of daylight. She was still surrounded by a green
glow. She realized it was coming from
the leaves and vines around her.
Meaghan had no way of knowing she was trapped by a centivine. A centivine was a plant rather similar to a
venus flytrap. The centivine was
immense. Its head sat atop a stalk the
size of a tree trunk. The head was
large enough to hold a grown human. But
its name came from the dozens of vines that grew all over the plant. Most were located at various points along
its stalk. Several dozen grew from
inside the mouth, and these were what now held Meaghan fast. The vines began to shift and move. Meaghan had been completely covered, almost
mummified. Now, the vines slid away
from her body, leaving her sensitive skin exposed. The vines pulled her arms above her head, leaving her underarms
exposed. The vines also pulled her legs
up. They were spread, her knees pulled
back toward her chest. Her hips, waist,
feet, legs and thighs, and her womanhood were completely exposed as well. Vines wrapped tightly around her wrists and
elbows, her ankles and knees. Dozens of
vines now approached her. Feather-like
leaves unfurled from several of them.
Meaghan had no way of knowing that the centivine had learned about her
from the Parasite beach sentry. She
didn't know that the sentry had told all creatures within range of its message
about the vulnerabilities of the three Sirens.
But she was about to find out.
All at once, the vines attacked Meaghan. They whipped out to her feet, legs, thighs,
stomach, and underarms. Caught
unprepared for the assault, Meaghan screamed and laughed as the vines tickled
her.
"W-WAIT! NO! NO!
NO-OOOOO-AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!"
It was unlike the encounter at the beach. Then, the Parasite had slowly teased her
body, tickling one spot then another, slowly adding more tentacles, slowly
increasing its speed and intensity. The
centivine had other ideas. Feather-like
leaves teased and brushed her tender skin.
Meaghan squealed and wriggled, but to no avail. The vines were far too strong for her to
break. Tips of soft leaves tickled her
underarms, vines brushed across her hips.
The vines teased her toes, the balls of her feet, and her sensitive
arches. More vines whipped around,
drawing circles down her arms, and across her chest to her breasts. They jiggled as she thrashed and laughed,
her hard nipples providing a tempting target.
Soon, leaves began to stroke her nipples, around her swelling breasts,
down her waist. The centivine left no
part untouched. For a few seconds at a
time, it would slow its teasing, giving Meaghan a brief chance to catch her
breath, but it would quickly resume its merciless torment.
"<SHRIEK>
AHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!"
Meaghan squealed, shrieked, and laughed. She wriggled and writhed desperately, trying
to escape the tickling, tormenting vines.
But her elbows were locked, her legs were tightly restrained. No matter how hard she pulled, she could
barely move an inch. The centivine kept
her restrained and exposed. Meaghan,
like the other Sirens, had been extremely ticklish even before the Pleasure
Parasites had hypersensitized her body.
But she had been the most ticklish of them all. Now, she was excruciatingly ticklish.
The centivine's feather like leaves were easing closer to
Meaghan's glistening pink vagina. She
pulled her hips as hard as she could, but couldn't escape the sensations
skittering up her legs. Just as on the
beach hours ago, Meaghan was overwhelmed with tickling sensations, and she was
growing aroused. Her pussy was
moistening, her nipples and clitoris had hardened. Meaghan had always been turned on by tickling. One of her first encounters with agents of
the Cult had involved her being tied and tickled by several of their
agents. News of her ticklishness, and
her arousal as a result of it, had quickly spread throughout the Cult, and
Meaghan had been the victim of several tickle-attacks. Secretly, she enjoyed them thoroughly. But this was unlike anything she had ever
encountered before. This was torture,
pure and simple. And she couldn't
escape.
"NOOOOO!!! PLEEEHEEHEEHEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!
STOP! STOP!"
Meaghan begged between squeals. If anything, the tickling grew in intensity. She worried in some dim corner of her mind
that she would go mad if this kept up much longer. It was at that moment that the leaves reached the folds of her
vagina. She threw her head back and
shrieked with laughter. Her hips
thrashed and pulled, overwhelmed with the new stimulation. More vines wrapped around her legs, and
coiled around her waist and hips, holding her bucking hips still. The leaves were free to feather across her
pussy. The tip of a vine dangled down,
and began to lightly stroke her swollen, red, throbbing clitoris. Tears ran down her face. Beads of sweat rolled down her body as she
pulled mightily against the immovable bonds.
Meaghan was flushed a bright pink.
The tingle her body always seemed to have now was actually growing more
intense. She could feel every stroke,
every brush. The sensations arced
through her like electric currents. She
could feel them not only on the surface of her quivering flesh, but could feel
them deep inside her body. The tickling
penetrated the very core of her being.
She was aware of little else.
Her body pounded with desire.
Her pussy yearned for a deeper stimulation. Her nipples ached to be squeezed. Her clitoris begged to be stroked. She was desperate for the torture to end, and she was desperate
to feel the orgasm she knew was building in her body. She needed the release.
Meaghan had been tickled many times before, and had even been
tickled during sex. She had even
experienced tickling during orgasms, most recently on the beach, at the hands
of a Pleasure Parasite. But something
new was happening now. The centivine,
like the Pleasure Parasite before it, was expertly teasing her body. It alternated between light strokes and deep
digs. The leaves and vines danced
around her sensitive skin, playing with every available inch of her. At no point had it tried to directly
sexually stimulate her. It hadn't
penetrated her, or stroked her clit hard enough to release the pleasure
building inside her. But Meaghan could
feel the pleasure building. It was like
steam building inside her, demanding release.
The tickling continued. The
vines found every secret spot on her body and tickled them mercilessly. It found the spots just to the sides of her
breasts. It found that small but tender
spot just above the sandy blonde curls of her groin. It tickled her just outside her anus. It even found a new spot, tickling just below her vagina. And Meaghan could feel an orgasm building,
building, building with each brush, each touch, each stroke. With each passing second, the feelings grew
more intense. She was unable to form
coherent words anymore, was barely aware of anything outside of the torturous
tickling.
STOP! she screamed in her mind. STOP!
PLEASE! I'M GOING INSANE! I CAN'T STAND IT! I CAN'T!
Two dark green
tendrils emerged from the depths of the head of the centivine. The tips flexed and opened like
flowers. A clear, slippery substance,
like aloe, began to dibble on Meaghan's thrashing body. The vines and leaves quickly rubbed the
strange lotion onto her body. Meaghan
was beginning to weaken. The tickling
was as intense, more intense, than ever.
But as the aloe-like lotion hit her skin, every nerve fired up with new
sensitivity. She squealed and
screamed. Her body was glowing as the
Rapture began to manifest itself.
Meaghan felt herself dancing on the edge of the most intense climax she
had ever experienced. Small leaves
circled around her swollen clitoris.
Vines slid over hard nipples.
The tickling sped up, intensified.
Meaghan's breath caught. Her
body shuddered, then tensed. Her back
arched, her hands clenched and unclenched unconsciously. Her toes curled. The orgasm that had been building inside her for so long now
spilled out of her like water. Her
honey flowed out of her vagina. The
flow turned into a surge as the orgasm intensified. It was unlike any climax she had ever had.
Meaghan's orgasms usually pulsed through her rapidly, and
frequently. This orgasm was long and
sustained. She shook and writhed in
pure ecstacy, unaware of what her body was doing, unaware of the moans and
squeals she uttered. She knew only the
unbearable pleasure flooding her body.
Through it all, the tickling continued.
The two dark vines that had been coating her with the aloe-like
substance now moved to her groin.
Effortlessly, one eased into her dripping wet pussy, the other slid into
her ass. She gasped, and was launched to
a new orgasmic plateau. The tickling
eased only slightly as the vines began an alternating thrusting rhythm. Within seconds, she came again, and began
the familiar rapid-fire orgasms she usually had. Each climax brought a fresh spurt from her pussy. The light of the Rapture was building in
intensity. The centivine absorbed as
much of the pleasure energy as it could, its bioluminescence growing brighter.
Finally, after long minutes spent in this state of orgasmic
bliss, the centivine ceased its stimulation.
The vines withdrew from her body, the leaves pulling away. Meaghan continued to shudder, overcome by
her ordeal. The now bright-green,
glowing centivine lowered Meaghan down through the thick canopy of branches and
leaves. It eased her gently back onto
the ground, mere feet away from where it had captured her. She was only a few yards from Rachel and
Donna.
Rachel finally managed to get to her feet. She looked around, and spotted Donna also
getting shakily to her feet.
"Donna!" she called out. Donna turned her head.
"You okay?"
Donna called back. Rachel
nodded. Donna was about to ask another
question, when she spied Meaghan still lying on the ground. She gestured for Rachel to follow her. The two made their way over to Meaghan. After a few minutes, Meaghan began to stir.
"Easy, hon," Rachel said as the two Sirens helped
their friend to her feet.
"Water," Meaghan whispered. Wordlessly, the three made their way back to
the pond. The three drank and rinsed
themselves off. Despite their best
efforts to stay awake, the three soon fell into a deep sleep.
They woke during the night. The forest was still.
They shared their experiences with each other. When dawn's light began to creep into the sky, they began to trek
through the forest again. Over the next
few days, they experienced similar sexual assaults by the denizens of the
forest. Sometimes it was the
ever-present centivines. Sometimes, the
trolls that seemed to populate every nook of the forest. Around evening, as the light fled the sky,
the three Sirens finally reached an area where the trees thinned. Off in the distance, they could see a group
of buildings. The exhausted Sirens
camped down at the edge of the forest, intending to make their way toward the
city tomorrow. They fell into a deep
sleep.
While the Sirens slept, a small group of armored men
trudged along the edge of the forest.
Lights flashed across their sleeping forms. The lead figures spotted the sleeping women, and called out to
their comrades. The group turned toward
them. They approached silently,
carefully. When the group surrounded
the Sirens, one of the men turned to another.
"Looks like they came through the forest," he
said to his partner.
"Looks like," the other responded. "Incredible."
"What should we do with them?"
"We take them back to the city. The leader will want to examine
them." He gestured to his
men. They prepared to carry the Sirens
to the city.
THE
END