Disclaimer: Everyone in the story is 18 years old or older at all points. Any resemblance to an actual person, alive or dead, is happenstance.

I was outside, walking in the woods, listening to the birds singing. I could hear the breeze sighing as it blew through the trees.

Leaves covered the trail I was on. They made crunching sounds as I walked on them. Up ahead of me, the path made a gentle curve to the left, taking me deeper into the wood.

I noticed the further I walked, the taller and darker and more foreboding the trees became. At first, I couldn’t pinpoint why the trees made me feel this way, but little things started standing out. Everything looked dead or dying.

Some tree trunks looked riddled with holes that oozed dark red-colored sap. That sap dripped and fell to the ground, forming puddles at their base.

Still, none of this intruded into the well-being I was feeling. I didn’t know how far I had walked before I came to a small stream. Looking around, I could see that the stream acted as a boundary between two very different areas.

Behind me, the sky was bright. Swallowtails played amongst the trees, and squirrels chased each other through the forest canopy. On the other side of the stream, the woods lost their colors. It became dark and gray, almost menacing, and seemed devoid of life.

There were stones in the stream, almost like a walkway, and I had a strong feeling that I was supposed to cross the creek here, but I hesitated. I glanced back on more time at the bright world behind me and then stepped on the first rock.

As I stepped fully on the rock, it seemed to shift a little, and I started to lose my balance. Not wanting to step in the water, I moved to the next rock in the chain. As my back foot left the first rock, I saw it drop below the water.

Glancing into the water by my feet, I noticed eels swimming around the rock I was balancing upon. The eels were long and black, and as I watched, one opened its mouth showing rows of razor-sharp teeth.

The rock I was standing on shifted, and I started sliding towards the eels, so I jumped to the next rock. Like the first rock had, the stone dropped below water as soon as I was off it.

I had caught my balance when the rock I was on started shifting, so I moved to the next. But, as I crossed the stream, the rocks behind me kept dropping below the water, and the time each rock was stable kept getting shorter.

The eels followed me, jumping at my feet when my feet got close to the water. By the time I was halfway across the stream, I was running to keep ahead of the rocks dropping under the churning water. Then, on the last stone, I stumbled, and my back foot went into the water as I fell forward onto the other shore.

Before I could pull my foot out of the water, an eel bit through my shoe into my foot. The pain in my foot was beyond anything I had ever felt, and I screamed, the sound startling loud in the silence that surrounded me.

I fell to the ground, unable to stand as I cried, holding my shoe. I quickly pulled it off and saw many puncture wounds in my foot, each oozing blood.

I sat there holding my foot, resting for a few minutes. Eventually, I put my sock and shoe back on and started walking again.

Glancing back at the water, I could see that the eels continued to swarm around the shore, almost like they were waiting for another taste of me.

The eel bite had given me a limp from the pain in my foot. I could barely move initially, but walking seemed to lessen the pain until it was a dull throb. So I kept walking on the trail I was on, going still deeper into the dark woods.

I had this feeling like I was trying to get somewhere, but I couldn’t remember where. I knew time was getting short, which kept me walking to get there before something terrible happened.

As I walked, I noticed that the trail I was on changed as well, going from a leaf-covered path to one made of hard clay.

It felt like I was being watched as I passed deeper into the forest. I kept looking around and behind me. Sometimes I thought I caught a glimpse of movement, but there wasn’t anything there when I turned fully to look.

Ahead of me, I saw an arch of vines covering the path, forming a crude tunnel. I stopped at the entrance to the tunnel, looking into the darkness. I could not force myself to enter the dark no matter how much I knew that was where I needed to go.

I thought it would be better to have a torch, so I found some dead wood and looked around for something to wrap it with to make a torch. I took off my shirt and wrapped it tightly around the wood I held when I found nothing else.

Looking for a way to light my makeshift torch, I found a lighter in my pocket. It took a couple of tries, but I managed to get the torch lit. The inside of the tunnel looked solid, and I now could see several feet into the darkness.

Dressed now in my bra and shorts, I entered the tunnel walking towards whatever was pulling me onward. After a short while, I stopped and leaned against the tunnel wall. The air had been Hot and humid when I entered the tunnel, but it had turned cold and damp as I walked.

I looked at my torch and noticed it was burning faster than I thought it should. So I decided to go back before I ran out of light. As I headed back, I had only gone a few feet when I felt that the path was getting narrower.

I glanced at the wall and noticed that they were no longer smooth but now had thorns. I went another few feet and saw the tunnel was rapidly narrowing. At this point, I had to turn sideways to continue walking back the way I came.

The thorns were getting closer to my skin as I walked, and after a few more steps, I felt them grazing my skin and my shorts. A little more and one snagged my shorts and would not let me continue. As I tried to get the thorn out of my shorts, I turned and felt several thorns jab me in my left breast through my bra.

The pain was like when the eels bit my foot, and I jerked back the way I had come trying to get away from them. Finally, I was able to move a short distance back towards the open tunnel before the thorns had completely tangled into my bra and shorts. I was starting to panic now I was trapped, and the thorns hurt when they entered my skin.

I managed to get my hand to the clasp on my bra, and after removing it, I was able to pull my upper body out of the tangle back towards the open tunnel. Next, I unbuttoned my shorts and wiggled out of them back into the empty tunnel.

From the relative safety of the open part of the tunnel, I reached to try to get my bra and shorts back. But unfortunately, the thorns closed around them before blocking the path completely.

I was left standing in my panties with multiple cuts and scratches from the thorns holding my makeshift torch, which was getting dimmer.

I decided to keep moving forward even though the torch failed. I heard the thorns closing the path behind me, so I started moving faster.

As I sped up, the sound of them approaching behind got louder. Glancing back at the noise, I saw runners coming towards me from the wall of thorns.

Panicking, I ran.

Up ahead, I could see the tunnel was getting lighter, so I pushed myself harder to make it to the end of the tunnel before it closed in on top of me. I stumbled out of the tunnel as my torch failed into an open space surrounded by tall hedges.

As I moved away from the tunnel, I felt a searing pain on my upper thigh and Ass. I fell forward, rolling away from the tunnel, and looked back. The vines from the tunnel were waving around in the air shredding the panties they had pulled off me.

I looked down and saw four long gashes on the upper part of my right leg. The vines finished with my panties as I scampered backward away from them as they started searching for me.

Getting my feet under me, I started running towards an opening between the tall hedges ahead of me. Before slowing down, I made the entrance ahead of the vines and took a few corners.

I was breathing hard and could not hear the vines coming anymore. Finally, I caught my breath and took stock of myself. Other than my shoes, I was nude with puncture wounds on my breasts and foot, long gouges on my right leg, and many more minor cuts and scratches all over.

To make matters worse, I had no idea where I was, so I started moving forward once more. Maybe when I found what was pulling me on, I would find a way back. After more turns, I knew I was hopelessly lost, but I kept taking turns that felt right until I came to the maze’s center.

In the center of a large clearing, a large dark tree held two nude women. It had wound its branches and roots around their bodies, keeping them in the air, bound tightly in place. I could see another short blonde woman running near the base of the tree, trying to get away.

As I watched, terrified, the tree captured her, pulling her arms wide as it lifted her off the ground. She screamed and struggled to get away as multiple roots exploded from the ground, wrapping around her feet and legs. It then slowly pulled until her body formed an X.

Two thin branches moved slowly downward, stroking her face as they moved down to her large breasts. They quickly wrapped around each breast, squeezing them. I watched as it forced the breasts outward as they moved down each breast until they came to her nipples.

The women and I both watched as the end of the branch rose above each nipple, curving almost like a viper before it suddenly struck. She jerked and screamed as she tried to get Free, but the tree held her fast.

The branches holding her breasts unwound until it gripped only the nipples. Then, as the branch pulled back, it caused her large breasts to stretch away from her body.

While she was distracted by the branches pulling on her breasts, a new branch moved slowly towards her face. It forced itself into her mouth as she screamed, silencing her.

At this point, the tree roots holding her legs began climbing up her body. They caressed her cunt and Ass before several slipping inside her body.

The branch and roots slid in and out of her mouth, cunt, and Ass, picking up speed as the tree fucked her through multiple orgasms. Finally, the woman had stopped fighting the tree and hung limp like the other women hanging around her impaled on the roots of the tree.

A short time later, the tree pulled the roots out of the woman hanging next to the woman it had just captured, causing the other woman to twitch and shake. As the root pulled out of her body, I realized almost two feet had been inside the poor woman. The tree rearranged the woman, so the branch holding her arms also had her feet.

Once she was in position, another root moved up, forced its way into her cunt, and started fucking her. The woman started screaming and crying as the root forced its way into her body. But as she became excited, the screams turned into moans and grunts as the tree continued fucking her.

The tree drove the root deep inside her as the woman climaxed, only pulling it out after she stopped convulsing. Then, as she hung recovering, the tree let her go where she fell to the ground, stunned.

The sound of her body hitting the ground broke the trance I was in, and I turned to run away from the tree back into the maze. Only the way back was gone. I started running along the hedge, looking for a hole to escape through, when I felt my legs get tangled in some of the tree roots.

I fell on the ground, skinning my hands on the rough bark. I pushed myself up. Before I could get my feet under me to run again, the roots warped around my ankles. They started pulling me towards the tree, holding the other women.

I twisted and fought the roots that were pulling, digging my nails and fingers into the ground, trying to get away, but it was no use. I was hanging from the tree in no time as it wrapped my arms and tits in its branches.

I remembered what had happened to the other woman and started fighting harder. I watched in fear as the tree moved a small sharp branch towards my nipples and pushed a little bit into them.

The sharp point entered my nipple, enough to draw a drop of blood before moving to my other nipple and doing the same thing.

The branch moved back to the first nipple and tightly wrapped itself around my nipple like it had the other woman. Then, while I looked on in fear, another branch attached itself to my other nipple.

I opened my mouth to scream, and the tree forced a rounded branch into my mouth and started fucking my throat. Not knowing what to do, I did the only thing that came to mind. I bit as hard as I could. I didn’t know if it would help, but I would not just hang there without fighting back.

The tree ripped the branch out of my mouth with a sound almost like a shriek. It pulled my arms and legs as wide as they would go, pulling very hard on the branches that impaled my nipples. It was so hard and quick I thought the branch would rip my joints out or my nipples off my breast.

The branch I had bit was oozing a brown fluid that burned as it dropped onto my breasts. The tree shuddered and shook for a few minutes before seeming to get over the pain I had inflicted on it.

Before long, I saw a new branch dropping down towards my face. The new branch was thin and had a point almost like the one attached to my nipples.

The tree removed the branches holding my tits in place, leaving them hanging by the thin stem that had wrapped tightly around my nipples. The new branch moved down to my tits and started whipping them.

I screamed and tried to get away from the pain, but as I pulled, my sore nipples were just stretched further, causing me even more pain. The tree continued to whip me with the new branch for what seemed like hours. Every time the branch hit me, it left a welt on my skin.

The whipping moved down my tits to my stomach and then my cunt. I had never felt such pain in my life and thought I would pass out. The branch alternated, whipping me between my Ass and my cunt until everything started going dark.

I awoke with a start, confused about where I was and the feeling of something playing with my clit. I took a few times shaking my head to clear out the cotton that seemed to have grown there while I was out. When my memories flooded back, the pain of my beating came with it.

I moved my head and looked down between my legs to see what was touching me.

I noticed that I was very wet, with cunt juice running down my Ass before falling to the ground. As the tree continued to caress my cunt and clit it pushed a root into my Ass and started fucking me.

I was getting closer to a massive Orgasm when I felt the tree pull my cunt lips open, exposing my clit to the air. Next, the small branches that had been caressing me started rolling over my clit, pushing me closer and closer. Then, just as I was beginning to cum, the tree took the sharp branch it had used to whip me and drove it against my clit.

I screamed and jerked upright in bed, spraying my cum all over my pajamas.

It had been a dream, I thought, as I started to come down from the massive Orgasm I had just had. I ripped the covers and sheets off me and pulled my pajamas off so I could make sure I was OK.

My nipples were fully erect, painfully so, and my clit was distended and visible outside my cunt lips. I looked but couldn’t find any holes or whip marks. I climbed out of bed, put my soggy pajama bottoms and panties in the clothes hamper, and grabbed a fresh pair to put on.

I tried to go back to sleep, but my clit was so sensitive that I ended up pulling off my panties and bottoms so I could fall back to sleep. If I had any more dreams, I didn’t remember them as I slept the rest of the night.

The following day I found that my clit was still super sensitive. Even having panties on drove me crazy, so I opted for a skirt and went commando.

After checking that there were no new videos to watch, I asked Steve and Jen if they wanted to go to the mall with me.

I had to get out for a little while, and after last night I didn’t feel like being around the house. Jen said she didn’t feel well and wanted to stay home, but Steve said he would go with me.

Steve and I had a blast at the mall. I had forgotten how much fun he could be. We posed with the manikins, tried on clothes, and had lunch in the food court. By early afternoon we both were tired, so we left the mall and picked up a pizza for dinner.

After dinner, Steve, mom, and I played cards while Jen lay down, still not feeling well. Mom ended up winning, but we all had a great time. After losing the last hand, I grabbed a bottle of water and went to bed.

I climbed into bed and checked my email to see if the monitor applications had anything new. The only thing interesting was an email Beth received from Hector saying that he had arranged everything for the party on Friday.

After I closed my email, I checked the video capture folder. I found a video made earlier today while I was out with Steve.

Curious, I opened the video.

The door to my bathroom opened and Jen walked into my room, almost woodenly, wearing a sheer robe, looking like she was in a trance. She walked in front of my mirror and opened her robe, letting it drop to the floor.

She was utterly nude without the robe. Jen stood staring at her reflection for a few seconds before she started caressing her breasts and twisting her nipples. As I watched the two camera views, I noticed something weird.

The one camera behind her let me see her reflection in the mirror, and the camera on my desk showed her frontal side view. I could see that her eyes were closed on the front camera as she played with her tits, but the one behind her showed her reflection. Her reflection had her eyes open, licking her lips.

Both Jen’s stepped closer to the mirror as I watched until their breasts almost touched. Then, while my Sister continued twisting her nipples, her reflection pulled her hands off her breasts. She put them against the surface of the mirror.

My Sister leaned into the mirror more until her nipples touched the glass, moving her hands down to cup and lift her breasts. She moved her breasts in small circles on the glass where the mirror Jen’s hands were and started moaning.

Jen leaned in more, forcing her breasts into the mirror hard, flattening her breasts against the mirror, and moving her hands to grab the frame. She used the frame to put more pressure on her tits against the glass. I was shocked as my Sister pushed her tits through the glass into the hands of her mirror self. Her reflection started tugging and twisting the nipples causing Jen to moan.

The twisted uprights on the mirror seemed to unwind, allowing Jen’s hands to slide between the wooden ropes. Once her hands were inside the ropes, they turned solid again, trapping her. I watched the mirror, Jen pulling and stretching Jen’s tits until I thought she would rip Jen’s nipples off her chest.

Jen was still moaning, and I could see that her juices were running down her inner thighs. But then, the background in the mirror changed, becoming more indistinct, almost like a fog was forming behind the reflection of my Sister.

Jen began moving her legs closer to the mirror until her stomach was pressed against the glass as well. Mirror Jen ran a hand down my Sister‘s stomach until her fingers rested on the glass over her cunt.

Jen’s reflection started creasing the glass with her hand. As I watched, she appeared to push her fingers harder on the glass, causing it to deform outwards, following the fingers of the reflection.

The glass protrusions moved steadily towards Jen’s cunt until they touched her. Jen started to moan louder, pushing her pelvis forward as the reflection started fingering Jen’s cunt. She was panting and trying to force more of the glass fingers into herself until she came violently spraying the mirror with her cum.