Into The Woods 24

(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)

The Police Chief from my home town spoke on the phone, trying to use a calm, gentle voice. The kind they always use when delivering bad news. When I heard that tone of voice, I immediately sat down. And in moments, as I heard her news, I knew sitting had been the right thing to do.

"Robin... there's... no... easy way to say this, except that I'm very sorry. This evening, we had a bad storm and the roads were slick. Your parents were driving home and got caught in it." She paused. "Well, they lost control and crashed. I'm sorry to say the crash resulted in a double fatality. Again, I'm truly sorry for your loss."

Just like that, Mom and Dad were gone! When the full reaction set in, my heart ached and I sobbed and sobbed. I felt bereft, and wished I'd visited them more often. At this point I was in my early thirties. I'd been living in another state and had only been back for special occasions and Christmas over the years, and I regretted not making more of an effort. Now I had to take time off from my work and travel home to make the funeral arrangements. Luckily, my parents had pre-planned it all pretty thoroughly, so I just had to sign a few papers, and pick some music and flowers.

After the funeral, I went back to my parent's house, the place that I truly felt was 'home' for me. It was a mixed blessing. It felt good to be surrounded by that familiar environment, but being there also reminded me of Mom and Dad over and over, and I used up plenty of handkerchiefs, soaking them with my tears. Since I was an only child, it was no surprise that when their wills were read, other then a few bequests for some good charities, the rest of their estate went to me, including the house. Fortunately, I was able to switch my job and move back into what I'd always considered my home.

After a while, being in the house now helped me feel closer to them, and the memories that were beginning to surface as I lived there gave me joy more often than sorrow. Some of that might be due to the aroma of Mom's favorite patchouli which was stronger in her closet and her chest of drawers. The smell of wood shavings in the basement made me think more about Dad when he was being the handyman of the house. When straightening things up a bit, I found some old picture albums in a cabinet, and leafing through them helped me reflect on my life. I'd been very fortunate to have such loving, supportive parents, and I thanked them in my heart.

One picture made me pause. My Dad was lifting a sapling tree along with its root ball off the roof of his car as I watched. "Oooo... I remember that day so clearly! Dad was so helpful and encouraging!" Seeing that image brought back a flood of memories, so I sat back on the sofa, and thought about all those years ago. My parents had moved to this house in a quiet, peaceful neighborhood. As a young girl, I loved the woods all around the area. In those days, I'd explore the woods, pretending I was being chased, sometimes by pirates, sometimes by wild animals. I had a vivid imagination, and it resulted in good exercise. One day I thought it would be nice to plant a tree in a clearing so that from that day forward, it would be known as my tree -- my special tree.

I had my allowance back then, but, being impatient, I also took babysitting jobs, mowed lawns and things, and saved up my money. When I had enough, my Dad drove me to buy a tree. The tree nursery had many saplings, and I strolled around until one seemed to call out to me. I bought that sapling, and watched as Dad strapped it carefully onto our car. Then we drove home. This picture was taken by my Mom as Dad was getting my sapling off the roof of his car.

Dad asked, "Do you want me to help you plant your sapling, Robin?"

I answered, "I'd really like this to just be my project, Dad." I lifted the sapling. "See? I can carry it," I assured him.

Smiling he stated, "OK. But if you decide you need my help, just let me know." With that, he and Mom went back into the house.

First I carried the sapling to a pretty meadow I'd chosen, then I went back to get a shovel. Digging the hole was harder than I thought, but finally it was deep enough. I carefully lowered the root ball into it, and covered it with the dirt from the hole. I had to lug a few pails of water to wet the roots, and give it a healthy start until the rains could take over. Over the next several years it drew straight and tall. I love visiting the meadow and seeing my tree -- this was my secret place. But as will happen, as I grew up, I found less and less time to visit my tree. And when I got my job, I had to move to another state for it. And I seldom thought of my special tree after that. Until now. Closing the photo album, I looked out at my back yard and wondered about my tree. I hadn't seen it in years, and was curious about what had happened to it. Was it even still alive?

I had to look. I started toward the back forest and realized just how much things had changed. Now, everything looked so much bigger and different from when I was younger. The trees were taller and thicker and the forest floor was covered in leaves and branches. Inhaling the scent of green growing things mixed with the earthy perfumes of nearby wildflowers, I strolled ahead.

As I walked, though, I discovered a sort of path among the trees. "It's somewhat overgrown, but this has to be the secret path I made to my tree in the clearing," I said to myself. Picking my way along, I managed to follow it. Suddenly I found my tree in the clearing. "Funny," I mused. "It seemed so far into the woods when I was younger, but its really not that far at all." But I was happy I'd found it again. It was just closer to the house than I remembered.

But the ground near it was littered with branches, so my first order of business was to clear them away so I could get a better look at it. That took a little time, but finally I felt I'd cleared enough space, so now I could turn my full attention to my tree. Standing back and staring up, I realized my little sapling was now a full grown tree! It's trunk was at least 12 inches thick and it stood there, tall and healthy looking, which made me proud.

But as I drew nearer and began circling it, I noticed a metal ring about three feet from the ground, I touched it and learned that it was secured into the trunk and by the looks of it hadn't been there very long. Angrily, I thought "Why has someone done this to my tree?" But what I found next really had me shocked. As I looked more closely at my tree, I slowly circled its base. "What the hell?" I thought, really shocked to find that on the other side, a low branch coming out had been unnaturally changed! Someone had gone to great length to modify that branch. It was about two inches in diameter and maybe eight inches long with an upward bend.

But what was even more shocking was the fact that it'd been carved to look like a real penis! It even had a crown and it's bark was removed and its surface sanded smooth. To prevent it from rotting, it appeared that it'd been coated with some clear substance like varnish or shellac! I was in total shock but I also had to admit that I was fascinated. Making sure I was alone by looking around and listening carefully for the sight or sound of anyone nearby, I moved closer. Shyly, I reached out and my hand felt the branch.

It was warm, perhaps from the sunshine or warm breezes. My fingers moved over the crown and I gasped as I found that its tip even had a little opening at the end. Such realism was amazing. Overall, it was a nice size. As my cheeks flushed red at the way in which I was instinctively fondling it, a perverse, kinky thought occurred to me. "I wonder what it would feel like inside me?" I whispered to myself.

Looking around again, and seeing and hearing no one but a few twittering birds up above, plus the gentle breeze making the leaves rustle softly, I decided to strip off for this adventure. I dropped my shorts and removed my top. I didn't wear any panties or bra since I lived alone and lacking undergarments was my little secret when I went out shopping or into town. Feeling very naughty at being fully naked outdoors, I rubbed my pussy a bit to moisten it. I tried to mount the tree branch but it was just a bit too high for me. Frustrated, I looked around. Nearby, I noticed a stone not far from the base of the tree. Dislodging it released a wonderful earthy smell of the loam. It took me less than a minute to move the stone into position near the branch.

I stood on the stone and lifted myself up, cautiously adjusting the position of my hips until I felt the branch tip touching my pussy lips. I wriggled a bit until I blindly managed to get the tip of the branch to part my pussy lips and nudge my intimate hole. Taking a deep calming breath, I slowly lowered myself onto the branch and hugged my tree. My hands wrapped around the tree trunk and grabbed the ring on the other side of it for support. I felt the branch slide deep in me, which felt good, but it wasn't quite deep enough. Impulsively, I pushed the stone sideways far enough to let my feet dangle freely. The branch slid deeper inside me, fitting me nicely. It was almost as if this extension of my tree had magically grown to be a wonderful toy to perfectly penetrate, stretch and fill me.

I began humping the branch, using my hands and arms to grip the tree trunk and raise and lower my torso as best I could. I was thoroughly enjoying my perverse little adventure, but realized that the sun was now much lower in the sky. The air was cooling down and chilling me as it evaporated the sweat from my skin, so I decided to return home. Much to my horror, with the stone moved out from under my feet, I couldn't raise myself off the pussy invader. Try as I might, I was trapped, helpless and naked outside here in the forest, pinned to my tree.

Using my very tiptoes, I worked and worked to try to grip the stone with them and drag it closer. Straining, I was gripping the tree's trunk tightly, my breasts pressed against its smooth bark. The effort also caused me to move up and down on the branch as I grunted and moaned, my muscles contracting and relaxing throughout my body and especially my extremities. Almost like an electric shock generated by my humiliating predicament and frantic squirming, I suddenly experienced the strongest orgasm I'd ever had! Involuntarily, my hands slipped down the trunk, sliding around it to hug the tree even tighter. On its other side, my hands found and grabbed the ring as I almost fainted from the sensory overload. Almost subconsciously, I held the ring even tighter.

Mentally, I was lost in my own world of a foggy sort of bliss that radiated from my contacts with the tree. After what was probably a few minutes, my orgasmic aftershocks ebbed, and the actual world slowly came back into focus. I was still hugging the tree and holding the ring for support. That now made me wonder if that was the reason for the placement of the ring. "Is someone else using my tree like this?" I asked myself in my head. "After all, someone had to have shaped this branch like this."

With the stone finally in place, I leveraged my pussy up enough to free myself. I got down, staggering a bit on wobbly legs, dressed as quickly as my quivering body would allow, and headed back to my house. For the next two days I thought about the tree and what had happened. "Someone had put that ring there, but was that the reason why?" I mumbled. "And who had shaped that branch in that manner? It was such a perverse and kinky thing to do! I'm not too sure I'm happy that my tree was altered in such a depraved manner by some stranger."

I became more focused on thoughts about my tree. I would find myself looking out my back window at the woods in the direction of that meadow a lot more often, wondering if anyone was out there. One day I thought I caught a glimpse of someone out back, moving in the woods. Curious, I tried to follow at a distance, moving as quietly as I could until I neared my tree. Carefully looking around, I found no one there. All was quiet except for the wind through the leaves of the trees, as if they were softly sighing.

I walked to my tree and placed my hand on its special branch. This carefully shaped branch was now the item of my fantasy. I explored this wondrous fuck toy, feeling its length and smoothness. I couldn't hold back. "What the heck," I thought, as once again I stripped off my clothes and carefully mounted my new toy. "Ohhh, fantastic... you feel so big and deep," I softly moaned. Closing my eyes to focus on my pussy, I went into my lewd, sensual world, in gratitude hugging my new lover tight.

I'd cautiously left the stone in a better location. After a bit of time, I was standing on my toes, slowly moving my hips up and down, fucking myself on my lovely toy. Suddenly, I either heard a sound or felt a disturbance of the air against my skin. I opened my eyes to see an Asian woman looking at me from not more than a foot away. I was immediately captivated by the fact that she was very beautiful and exotic.

"So you're the one who's been using my personal toy!" she stated softly, sounding somewhat amused. Smiling, she moved even closer. Because I was close to orgasm I wasn't fully aware that she'd grabbed my hand. My pussy demanded my attention at that point as I rushed toward a lovely climax. As if in a hazy dream, I felt the handcuff close on my wrist but didn't realize what it was. The other wrist soon received the same treatment, and now my mind demanded that I pay attention to my hands!

I instinctively tried to pull my hands back, but the cuffs were placed through the ring on the other side of the tree! I was truly trapped. My arms were pulled down at an angle and I could no longer grip the tree trunk. This left me very little slack to move my body. The woman moved close behind me, grabbed my breasts and rolled my nipples sensuously until I was humming deep in my throat and getting very excited at feeling a stranger's hands playing with my tits.

She leaned close to my ear and whispered, "How pretty you are. I can imagine how much fun we're going to have." Her long nails raked gently across my breasts, adding a unique thrill to her contact, which made me finally cum, vocalizing my release. I was shaking hard as she pressed me against the tree bark.

Since I was completely distracted by my cumming, she was able to release one of my wrists, pull my arms behind me, and quickly handcuff them behind my back. My legs were still quivering weakly as I tried to lift myself free from the branch, unable now to use my hands. The woman wrapped one of her arms around my torso as her other hand grasped one of my butt cheeks. With apparently only a little effort, she lifted me up off the branch and back away from the tree itself. Setting me on my unsteady feet, she grabbed my hair.

My hair acted as a sort of leash, forcing me to follow her. She started to walk us through the woods, leaving my clothes behind. I was scared but also excited. Being grabbed like this fed one of my best secret fantasies... that of being a helpless damsel. I realized she was taking me to the house a little way down the road. We entered the back of that house by a cellar door. It was dark in there and a little spooky. The woman opened a second door, leading me into a second room that was at least dimly lit by some grimy windows. There was a wooden chair in the room. It looked ancient, reminding me of an old style school chair with arms and a sturdy back.

Forcing me to sit on it, she secured my ankles to its front legs, and my knees to the upright parts of the arm supports. Next came a rope noose around my neck, tied off to the back of the chair. Then she reached between my back and the chair and removed the handcuffs. But before I could react, she tied my right arm to the chair arm. At that point there wasn't much I could do, so I didn't resist as she tied my left arm to its chair arm. I was really secured, very vulnerable, and completely helpless. Even though this was sort of like one of my fantasies come true, I have to admit I was scared by this point, tied up in some stranger's cellar. My heart was beating fast, butterflies were fluttering in my tummy, and I even think I could smell my fear.

This strange, lovely woman then knelt in front of the chair and played with my breasts and nipples. In no time at all, my nipples grew hard as I was moaning loudly and inhaling the scent of my pussy as it rapidly got wet. Strangely, she then measured my nipples with a ruler. She seemed to be determining their length and diameter. Leaving me tied in the chair, she began to leave the room but stepped back quickly. Smiling, she told me, "Just for the record, girl, you have very nice nipples." Then she actually left. I sat there, looking down at my naked chest, and hoped she wasn't going to do something nasty to my breasts. I'd never before experienced aroused fear -- it was a weird feeling.

In a short while, she came back with a small tray on which there were two metal caps and a little tube of something. The metal caps looked a little like thimbles, but without the holes. She worked one of my nipples again to make certain it was fully engorged. Moments later, she slipped a metal cap over it. The metal cap was snug and fit perfectly, covering the nipple completely. So I now knew why she'd measured them so carefully. She placed the tip of the small tube at the top edge of the metal cap where my nipple went into it and squeezed gently. I was looking down at this process, watching as I felt the liquid run around the base of my nipple between it and the edge of the cap. It also felt like some of the liquid had flowed into the cap, between it and the flesh of my nipple. Then she distracted my attention by playing with my other nipple. But once it was fully engorged, it also received a metal cap and a tiny squirt of the liquid. Now both of my nipples were standing out and had metal tips covering them.

She smiled and finally broke the silence in the room. "Those caps are now glued on. The glue is pretty powerful, so it will take a long time before they can come off."

At first I was shocked, at least that was my first reaction. But as I looked at the gleaming metal tips at the front of my breasts I found the look to be kinky and sexy. I actually looked her in her eyes and blurted out, "Thank you." I admit it was a bit weird to be thanking someone that had dragged me by my hair, naked, through the woods and into this cellar, then tied me to this chair and taken such liberties with my body. But the scent and flow of the fluids from my pussy signaled how arousing I'd found this treatment to be. She hadn't harmed my breasts, so much of my fear was fading.

She left me there, stating as she went out of the room, "I want to make sure that the glue has time to dry completely. Be a good girl and hold still as much as you can. Especially try to keep your tits from wobbling. I'll be back soon." I suspected that she may have used something like crazy glue since it seemed to bond well with my skin. After she was gone there wasn't much I could do while tied so firmly to that wooden chair. All I could do was look around the dim room, and also look down at the silvery caps that were making my nipples stand out. My heart sped up as the thought occurred to me that a curious neighbor could possibly peer in through the grimy windows and see me tied naked to this chair! I blushed, imagining it, and felt my pussy muscles churning as if voting 'yes' about me being seen in this humiliating situation!

When the oriental woman came back, I could tell she'd retrieved my clothes from near my tree. She set the clothes on a nearby table. "Now I want you to look here, girl," she stated. She showed me that she had pictures of me naked and fucking myself on that tree branch! There was no mistaking it was me, and I was obviously lewdly enjoying my kinky actions. One picture caught a moment when I was in the throes of orgasm, and my pussy was wetting the base of the 'cock' tree branch. "Now, girl... don't make a fuss about anything or these pictures will be made public. I even have more from a hidden trail camera near the tree. It not only told me you were there today, it also captured images of you undressing and voluntarily climbing onto that naughty branch," she informed me.