I'm not lost.
The tree's are thick in this part of the forest, old. The foliage high above is thick, blotting out the sun in many places, casting a cool canopy of shade across my trail. The trunks are robust, many decorated with climbing ivy. The roots, thick beneath my feet, pay no heed to my path, breaking up the dirt and creating uneven terrain that I need to keep a close eye on.
I'm not lost.
The air is thick, humid. The shade does much to combat the heat, but it doesn't help with the oppressive atmosphere. Sweat glimmers across my arm, catching one of the rare shafts of light, as I reach out to touch a trunk for stability, stepping up and then over one of the roots. My breath is heavy from exertion, everyone made just a bit harder by the pressing humidity.
I... I'm
not
lost.
Thankfully the insects were inactive. Other than the occasional glimpse of something crawling up or down a trunk they've left me alone. Thickening the air more with swarms of gnats or mosquitoes would make it impossible to breathe, or so the less positive side of my mind claimed as it inched closer to the forefront.
I... Fuck... I'm lost....
I pause beside one of the larger trees. I'm no expert on dendrology, but it looked old, very old. Thick around the base, narrowing a bit as it rose and then widening once more where the branches began to split off. The canopy here was so thick that no direct rays could find the forest floor.
I let my backpack drop from my shoulders and take a seat beside it, back pressed into a lattice of vines that criss cross the trunk. They almost make it comfortable. The bed of moss and leaves at the foot of the tree actually
is
rather comfortable, springy and damp beneath my hand as I lower myself to the ground.
I wipe my hand off on my pant leg and then fish around in the back pack. Water bottle and map come out, the former rising to my lips, the latter unfurling across my legs. I gulp down lukewarm water and take a moment to breathe, letting out a little sigh of relief as a faint breeze stirs the air, cool against my bare arms and calves. The breeze carries a faintly sweet scent, and I can't help but smile, imagining there must be a bed of flowers close by.
The map doesn't make sense. I planned my route before coming out here and I followed it. I know I did. In spite of that, trying to retrace my steps along the trails depicted on the map was impossible. The turns don't line up with the ones I took.
Another gulp of water and I lean into the tree, closing my eyes for a bit to just breathe and focus. I have my phone, I know the number of the ranger's cabin. I can call for help at any time. I may be lost, but I'm not in trouble.
I really don't want to call for help though...
.
Another breath of cool air flows past me, carrying more of that sweet scent. I let myself smile and relax. Lost or not, help needed or no, it's a beautiful day and I'm happy to be out. I haven't had the chance to go hiking in years and this trail has been a good workout, even if the map is wrong.
I allow myself to just enjoy my break for a bit. I listen to the soft rustle of the leaves and distant chirping of birds. I feel the faint caress of wind against my skin, tingles and chills spreading across my body. The relaxation seeps in, working its way steadily from my limbs to my core.
I don't know how long I sat there, I might have even drifted off for a minute or two but when I'm conscious of the time again, turning my mind to next steps, I feel warm. The sweet scent has thickened in the air and my head feels a little fuzzy. Tingles race up and down my body and I feel a slow build of pressure in my groin. Heh. Terrible time for an erection.
I shift, reaching to adjust my pants and afford some room for my growing manhood but my hand catches on something. Opening my eyes, I see that a vine has wrapped its way around my wrist. The fibrous length is damp against my skin, rough, but only when I pull my arm against it. I go to grip it with my other hand only to feel a tug against that wrist. Another vine. My breathing intensifies, growing heavy as my mind races. My hands didn't just
slip
into some vines while I dozed. These were too tight, too precise. Someone tied me up.
My eyes rise, searching the forest around me as I call out. "Hello!" I lick my lips, nervous. The warmth in my body grows, seeming to spread outward from my groin and my heart. "I know someone's there! Untie me!"
A rustle of leaves to my left, off behind one of the trees. I stare in that direction and a quiet titter of amusement meets my ears. A breeze blows past me, carrying more sweetness. I can't help but breathe it in and my body grows warmer still, my mind starts to feel heavy.
"Why?" A voice like a babbling brook, soft and gentle flows through the trees to brush against my ears. "Why would I untie you mortal? You seem to be enjoying your predicament." I shiver, a tingle of arousal shooting down from ear to cock as the light pressure intensifies, transforming from a mild sensation to true arousal.
I open my mouth to respond and something slithers across my shoulder. Another vine presses firmly into my mouth, pulling my head back against the cushion between me and the trunk. I try to speak and it emerges as only a muffle.
"That was a rhetorical question, human. There is nothing you could say that would make me release you." I gulp. I feel like panic should be setting in but my body doesn't respond as I expect it to. All of the energy, the intensity, is focused at my pelvis. Everywhere else my body is oddly calm in the face of my unknown captor.
"You see, human... I have a need. Not a want, but a
need
. Do you know the difference?"
I try and fail to speak around the vine. Not an answer to the question, but it only comes out as a muffled, incoherent series of grunts.
"No, I thought not." She titters and I hear the slithering of more vines as the mat behind me shifts, some crawling, others beginning to encircle me. They run across bare skin, dragging and tickling like silken rope, worming their way into my clothes and wrapping me tight. A few graze against my balls as they work their way into my pants, wrapping securely but comfortably around my thighs. The sensation sends a tingle into my cock which pulses and strains against the confinement of my clothes.
One of the vines, flat and broad, works its way across my face covering my eyes and plunging me into darkness.
Finally, they stop. I test my restraints, wiggling and shifting. I can move my fingers and toes, but everything else has only the tiniest trace of wiggle room before the vines nearby go taught.
Another rustle of leaves, steady and repeated, growing louder, closer. The tread of bare feet against the forest floor.
"A
need
, human," the voice whispers, far closer than it was before, "is something your soul yearns for. Something you cannot live without." A touch against my cheek, finger gently caressing the length of my jaw. "I have a
yearning
today, and
you
are going to help me sate it." The finger flicks away from my jaw, nail leaving a twinge of pain as it goes.
I hear her breath as she leans in, feel it, hot and heavy against the side of my face as she presses herself close to my neck and ear. "I swear to you, human," she whispers, barely a puff of sound, "You will leave my forest whole and healthy with memories that will fuel dozens of wondrous dreams... All you need do is submit... Be mine for but a short time...."
The vines around my head loosen but do not unbind me. My head can move. Her breath against my neck sends tingles up and down my body. The fog in my mind reacts to her words, growing denser, blocking out my higher thought. I know what I want. My cock, aching, grows to its full size, begging for attention. It knows what it wants. It twitches, sending a spasm up my body that converges in my mind as a reverberating pleasure. I feel myself nod, moaning into my gag as I do.
"Gooood pet," the voice croons in my ear. "Relax and let my vines take you." I let my arms and legs go limp and the vines wrap just a bit firmer before lifting me from the ground. I feel some new vines snake around as others let go, passing me along from one silken embrace to the next. As I'm carried away the vines work at my clothes, wriggling under and pulling them free of my body. All the while she walks beside me, one hand tracing along my imprisoned arm, keeping her pet in reach.
A few minutes pass and I'm carried further and further from the trail. My arousal begins to wane but the sweetness in the air seems to intensify in response, the scent strongest to my right, where she walks beside me. My body grows hotter and I return to full mast.
"There will be time for rest when we are done pet," she chides. A finger runs along my outer thigh, tracing up and over to my stomach, just above the tip of my cock. Her hand settles there, almost touching. "We are almost there."
I notice our arrival when the forest grows still. The breeze dies, leaving the air still but less oppressive, cooler than it was before. The distant sound of birds fades. Only her foot steps, my breathing and the slither of the vines reach my ears. The scent swells, making me dizzy with arousal and I am lowered to the ground.
The forest floor is soft, no leaves crinkle under my weight, no branches jab at my back. I sink ever so slightly into a bed of grass, each individual blade tickling my bare skin before lying flat beneath me. The vines slither over me, wrapping me anew. They pull at my arms, wrapping them together at the wrist and pulling them above my head. Below, vines at my ankles pull them apart, leaving my cock exposed. More vines wrap around the legs, binding them to the ground. Another at my waist, my chest, a loose one at my neck. The blindfold and gag shift and ripple before tightening ever so slightly. When the vines settle, my arms are left with enough slack that I can pull and wriggle a bit, but the rest of my body is held firm.
I hear her beside me, lowering herself to the ground, the faintest rustle of the grass marking her movement. I feel the heat of her skin as she presses against, arm draping over my chest. Her legs curl over mine. Her hair runs across the skin of my shoulder and chest before her head settles there, just below my chin.
She's warm against me, her breathing heavy but controlled. Her hair smells of wildflowers, strands tickling my chin and nose. Her proximity drives my arousal and I feel my cock, the only part of me free to move as it pleases, bounce and twitch as it seeks attention.
