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Lost in Eros, The Forest: Part 2

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Strange Vegetation: Don & the girls are taken by surprise.

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Chapter 4

Don slowly woke up from his very deep sleep. He felt a warm,

soft feminine body pressed against his own. He didn't have to compare these
sensations with those from the first time he'd awoken in the Manor to know that
Toshia was in his arms. Somehow he just knew it was her. He smiled to himself,
and only then started to remember the night before, with the rite, Toshia's
sexual offering to the guardian of the portal, and his own deliriously erotic
and ultimately painful encounter with the crone.

While he reviewed these
events, Don became aware, without looking around or even opening his eyes, that
he was on the pillows in the witches' tent, and that quite a few other bodies
were slumbering around him.

Toshia shifted her weight a little in his arms, and he

kissed the top of her head. She squeezed his arm, and pushed back against him a
bit. Smiling, he hugged her, and kissed her tousled hair again. They lay spooned
together like this for several moments, before she wriggled around in his arms
to face him. They shared a sleepy smile, and then she buried her face in his
chest. Don gently ran his hand over her hair, knowing that he was now wide
awake, but not wanting to disturb her if she needed more sleep.

After several minutes, though, Toshia looked up at him and

asked, "What did you find out last night?"

"Not an awful lot," Don answered quietly.

"She said we're looking for 'the Sage of the Tower.' We're supposed to go
down into the valley and follow the river there to its source, where we'll find
the Tower."

"Hmm," Toshia murmured thoughtfully with a frown

and her eyes still closed.

"Are you alright?" Don asked.

"Hm?" She looked at him and saw the concern in his

eyes, and said, "Yes, I'm alright. I feel like I got fucked enough for a
year, but I'm definitely alright. I didn't know I could have that many
orgasms."

"Did the guardian come?"

Toshia paused for a moment, then said, "That was

amazing! Very strange, but amazing. It felt like he was coming all through my
body. It kind of hurt, but maybe that's just because it was so intense. I think
that's when I finally passed out. Then I woke up here with you. Why did you ask
about that?"

"Something the crone said," Don shrugged.

"And how was that?"

Don told her all about the encounter with the strange woman.

"So, a weird night all around, eh?" she smiled.

"Well, I don't know if you noticed, but everyone was

else was busy having an orgy while we were distracted."

"I thought something like that was going on, but yeah,

I was distracted."

"I have to admit, it was extremely erotic watching you

on that altar."

"Oh really?" she smirked mischievously at him.

"Maybe next time a dark demon needs sexing up I'll watch you."

Don chuckled and said, "Fair enough."

"You know, now that I'm thinking about it, it seems

pretty rude that they had an orgy without us."

"I thought you said you got fucked enough to last a

year," Don said wryly.

"Well, I was probably exaggerating a little, but it's

the principle of the thing, you know? How about you? It sounds like the crone
pretty much drained you."

"Yeah," he admitted, "but here -- well,

obviously, I'm not exactly out of commission."

"Yes, I had noticed that," Toshia smiled, giving

his erection a squeeze and a pull. For the past several minutes she had been
idly toying with him while they talked.

Don leaned in and kissed her. Soon, they were slowly making

love amongst the sleeping witches and the three girls from the Manor. Though
they were quiet, and not at all energetic, several drowsy people noticed what
they were up to, and before long wakeful friskiness was spreading through the
big tent and a lazy orgy had broken out.

Only hours later, after the sex had finally run its course,

again, did the company get around to washing up and eating. Then, after
Cassandra had given them each a large flask of water and a pouch of fruit, both
of which could be slung over their shoulders, the five travelers from the Manor
finally left the clearing at the top of the hill. Following the path into the
valley that Cassandra pointed out, they began to work their way downhill.

Eventually, they came to the foot of the hill, and Amy was

the one who said, "Well, there's no river here."

"Well, maybe this is one big valley," Don offered.

"I don't understand," Shelonda admitted.

"Maybe all these hills all gradually descend to a

river, and then on the other side they climb back up."

"So, this could take a while, eh?" Amy frowned.

"All the more reason to keep going," Toshia smiled

and led the way up the next hill.

As they went, they tried to keep moving in the same general

direction. Don insisted that he usually had a very good sense of direction, but
pointed out that when all else failed they just needed to keep going for the
lowest point, and that ought to work.

It had been about noon when they had left the witches, and,

perhaps sated by all the fun of the morning and the night before, it was late
in the afternoon before anyone mentioned sex. And then the subject came up in a
fairly indirect manner, considering how comfortable they were all with each
other.

They had come into a stand of trees on a gentle slope. The

trees were wide spaced, so that there was a nice clearing underneath the green
canopy of leaves. The trees were hung with thick green vines of some sort that
ran down and through the thick mat of soft leaves that covered the forest
floor. The woods seemed particularly hushed and still here, Don thought.

Then Nicole giggled, "That looks like a dildo."

"What?" Amy asked with interest, and then, after

Nicole pointed, she said, "Hey, you're right. And there's another
one."

Shelonda had stopped and was looking with the other girls at

a kind of outgrowth on the sides of one of the vines. Taking a closer look, Don
had to admit that they were right; the vines did seem to have what looked like
natural dildos of different sizes and slightly different shapes growing out of
them at intervals.

"That's pretty weird," Toshia admitted. She had

been in the lead, but had come back to see what all the fuss was about.

"Still, I'd prefer the real thing," Amy grinned.

Pulling her tank top up over her head, exposing her full breasts, she sauntered
over to Don and said, "What do you say, Professor? Can you help a girl
out?"

Don chuckled but looked to Toshia. He knew they were trying

to make time toward the river, and didn't want to slow things down if the
others weren't ready for a break. However, Toshia was merely watching with a
smile, as Amy dropped to her knees in front of Don and reached up under his
kilt for his organ, which was already thick in anticipation.

"Sex break!" Nicole shouted, laughing, as she tore

off her own top and then grabbed for Shelonda. Don watched as the two
dark-skinned girls fell into the leaves while they stripped each other's
clothes off.

In front of him, Amy had pushed his kilt up and was already

working her warm, wet mouth up and down on his shaft, which was responding by
quickly hardening for her. Don dropped his staff, water flask and pouch on the
ground and pulled his t-shirt off, and then undid his kilt, letting both items
fall on the leaves. Now naked, he concentrated on the wonderful sensations of
Amy's tongue and lips on his cock. He held her head in his hands as he fucked
slowly in and out of her mouth.

Looking up momentarily, Don saw that Nicole and Shelonda had

already gotten themselves into a 69, and that Toshia was standing over them
watching, with her left hand up under her skirt and her right clutching at
right breast. He looked back down, then, to watch Amy's pretty face as she
sucked enthusiastically on him. She looked up at him with unmistakable pleasure
glittering in her eyes.

Out of the corner of his eye, Don noticed that Toshia was

undressing and had knelt down next to the other two girls, though she was now
watching Don and Amy.

Remembering some of the other things Toshia had enjoyed

watching, he bent down and said to Amy, "Get on your hands and knees for
me."

"Fun!" Amy said with a grin as she let go of his

cock and turned around in the leaves. She bent over and presented her behind.
Kneeling, Don grinned over at Toshia, and pushed Amy's skirt out of the way.
Without any preliminaries, he took the fat head of his cock, wet with Amy's
saliva, and pushed it into her very hot and willing pussy. Taking Amy's waist
in his hands, he immediately set to fucking in and out of her vigorously.

Amy grunted happily and shoved back against his thrusts.

Toshia watched for a few moments with a smile on her face and her hand busy
between her legs, but then finally bent down to run her hand over Nicole's
back. Soon, she was laying with the other two girls in a happy confusion of
legs and arms, pussies and tits, laughing, wet mouths and playful fingers.

With a happy grin on his face, Don concentrated on giving Amy

a proper fucking. He admired the view of her upturned backside and his thick
cock-shaft sliding in and out of her, as well as her strong back and her
strawberry blonde hair all messed up. He felt her fingers reaching back to play
with herself as he fucked her, and it wasn't long before she was gasping out in
a long, loud orgasm.

Don thought he must still be depleted after his night with

the crone, and from the single orgasm he'd had earlier with Toshia, because he
could tell he was nowhere near ready to come. He leaned over Amy's back, kissed
her shoulder, and said, "Why don't we go over and join the others?"

"Good idea, Professor," she breathed.

The other three welcomed them cheerfully, and it wasn't long

before Don was looking down into Nicole's face as he slowly but firmly screwed
her, while Toshia was in the middle of a little daisy chain -- hungrily going
down on Amy, while Shelonda pleasured Toshia with her own lips and tongue.
Aside from the rustling of leaves that they were all causing, they were all
making enthusiastic sounds of pleasure and carnal joy. As a result, nobody
noticed the additional rustling as a number of things moved slowly through the
leaves toward and around them.

Don was holding Nicole's wrists up over her head (which he

had learned really turned her on) and felt some of the vines under the leaves
brushing against his knuckles. He was also dimly aware that something had
gotten wrapped around his ankles, but he paid it no mind. Don was too intent on
fucking Nicole's sweet, tight pussy to worry about getting tangled in the
undergrowth. Only when he felt something gripping his ankles tightly and
pulling did he look around and say, "What the fuck?"

As if on signal, he was hauled back, out of Nicole's

delicious embrace, and up into the air, where he dangled, swinging back and
forth. At the same time, there were shrieks from the girls. Don twisted around
and craned his neck. It seemed that they had all been ensnared by vines and
hauled up into the air. Off to his right, Don could see Shelonda who was also
hanging upside down. By struggling, he could see that Amy was hanging from her
wrists, as was Nicole. Toshia had somehow been caught by both wrists and one
ankle.

"Is everyone OK?" Don asked. A chorus of alarmed

voices assured him that they were. He couldn't see what the others were doing,
but he and Shelonda both tried to bend themselves up to get at the vines
wrapped around their ankles. This was easier for the younger, lighter and more
flexible Shelonda; Don made an abortive effort at loosening the vines before
falling back down. He watched as Shelonda struggled to no avail. As she worked,
new vines came down from the branches overhead and wrapped around her wrists.
In another moment, she was hoisted upward, so that her head was again above her
feet, though she was now spread-eagled, face down, high over the ground.

At a loss for any other options, Don bent his knees in turn,

so that he began to swing a bit from side to side. Once he started moving, he
bent to the side to add momentum. The branches overhead creaked as Don and the
vines that bound him moved through the leaves. He was dimly aware that other
vines were descending toward himself and his friends, but he concentrated on
increasing his arc of motion. Unfortunately, a thick strong vine caught him
around the waist and brought him to an abrupt halt. Then, he was pulled upward,
so that he was in a more or less upright position. The blood ran out of his
head and he felt suddenly dizzy, but as soon as he could Don began to struggle
against the vines that held him. He couldn't budge the vine that was wrapped
around his midsection, though.

Looking around at his companions, Don saw that more vines

were moving along their naked limbs. He noted that the vegetative dildos they
had noticed earlier seemed to be leading the way. In alarmed fascination, he
watched as a thick green phallus pushed itself between Toshia's legs and into
her vagina. Though she struggled against the invasion, the bizarre penis was
soon up inside her, and then it began to move in and out of her slowly. At the
same time, it was apparently expanding and contracting, pulsing visibly as it
fucked her.

Don saw that similar dildo-tipped vines were now violating

Amy and Nicole. Looking to his side, Don could see that Shelonda not only had a
vine penetrating her pussy, but that a thinner stalk seemed to have worked its
way into her butt. It wasn't long before all the women had stopped struggling
against their bounds but were moaning and whimpering in pleasure at what the
vines were doing to them. Only Don was so far unmolested by the strange plants,
but he couldn't do anything against the strong fibrous tendril wrapped around
him.

He watched and listened in a weird mixture of horror and

excitement as the women began to come under the ministrations of the vines.
Helpless to do anything else, Don saw Toshia twisting and trembling as the vine
inside her pulsed and moved inside her until she was crying out in orgasmic
delirium. Nicole came hard too, followed by Amy. When Shelonda finally climaxed
she let out a scream that echoed in the forest, and Don could see that tears
ran down her cheeks.

The vines did not stop, though, but continued to fuck the

women steadily. Before long, Don was witness to another round of loud orgasms.
After that, the next set came quicker, and Shelonda wasn't the only one crying.
After what seemed to be six or more orgasms, without the vines giving any sign
of stopping, all the women were raggedly gasping for mercy. Don pounded on the
thick vine that held him in impotent fury. Then, Toshia cried out incoherently.
Don could see that the dildo-protuberance inside her was now at its thickest -
about four times as thick as it had been when it had entered her. There seemed
to be some sort of spasm in the plant's fibers, and then Toshia shouted out.
Don watched as a thick, syrupy substance leaked out of Toshia and down her
legs. There seemed to be a great deal of the viscous substance, and it kept
spilling out of Toshia until it was spilling down onto the leaves below.

The other women were now experiencing the same thing, as one

by one the viney pricks came up inside them copiously. Gallons of the sappy
jizz were shot into his companions and spilled on the forest floor.

Don watched as the odd green cocks slowly withdrew from his

companions. Each of the women hung from their restraining vines limply, wrung
out from their exertions. Slowly, almost gently, the entire party was lowered
to the ground, which was now sticky with vine-cum. As soon as he was released,
Don sprang over to Toshia.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

"No," she breathed. "I'm definitely not OK.

Let's get the hell out of here!"

All of the women had trouble walking, but only Nicole needed

to be carried. With the tiny young woman in his arms, Don led the others downhill
away from the clearing under the trees. They didn't stop until they found a
stream, where the women proceeded to wash each other diligently. Even the
usually adventurous and cheerful Amy said that she had not had a good time.

Sitting on a rock by the side of the stream, Toshia said,

"Being forced to come like that, so many times..."

"Not fun," Amy scowled.

"And that felt like a fire hose inside me," Nicole

said, "when it came."

Don was acutely aware of the fact that he had neither

suffered nor helped, so he kept his mouth shut. He wanted to talk about how
weird it was that such a plant would even exist, but could tell that no one
else was in any mood to discuss botany at the moment.

"We'll have to be careful where we take our breaks from

now on," Shelonda observed.

"You can say that again," Toshia agreed, glaring

at the trees around them.

Chapter 5

Midnight Interlude

Toshia sagged against the X-shaped cross, sleeping fitfully

and uncomfortably. She was apparently forgotten by her captors, who had
obviously feasted and fucked themselves to unconsciousness. Worn out by her
struggles, and having given up on the possibility of freeing herself, Toshia
had resigned herself to trying to get as much rest as she could in her current
situation. Still, all she was able to get were little cat-naps, frustratingly
brief. She would be in the middle of a pleasant dream – and any dream that
didn't have her tied up in this old ruin of a castle was a pleasant dream –
when she would wake up, painfully reminded of the discomfort in her limbs and
particularly her shoulders.

In one of these waking moments, she thought there was

someone there with her in the dark. A motion or a soft footfall betrayed
someone nearby.

"Hello?" Toshia tried. Her voice came out as a dry

croak. She tried to clear her throat, but that only made her cough.

Quiet little slaps, the sound of bare feet on the stone

floor, hurried away in the dark. Cursing silently to herself, Toshia scowled at
the shadows around her. She was sure she could hear someone, somewhere in the
castle, moaning in sexual pleasure. Toshia was acutely aware of how terribly
horny she was, in spite of her predicament. Since coming to Eros, but before
being captured by the warrior women, Toshia hadn't gone more than a few hours
without sex. The XYZ made sure she and everyone else was perpetually in the
mood. Now, though, denied release, Toshia's libido was on a slow boil. She
wondered if...

The bare feet, or another pair, were coming back! Toshia

could make out a small figure moving from shadow to shadow approaching her. In
the pale moonlight that came through the few windows in the hall, she could see
that a naked petite, brunette girl was carrying a bucket over to the cross.

"Shhh," the girl hissed when she stopped in front

of Toshia. She put the bucket down, and then raised a ladle up, tipping
delicious cool water into Toshia's mouth.

Toshia drank it down eagerly, and then all of the second

ladle-full. She whispered, "Thank you!"

"I brought some food, too," the girl said. Bending

over to undo a small bundle she had brought and laid on the ground, she then
brought an apple up and held it so Toshia could take a bite of it. While Toshia
chewed, she said, "They say you were with the goats."

"Goats? You mean the satyrs?"

"I guess so," the girl said, giving Toshia another

bite of apple. "The ones with horns, goat legs and big dicks."

Toshia chuckled a little, swallowed and said, "Yeah,

those are the ones."

"They say all they think about is fucking women,"

the girl said as she continued to feed Toshia.

"Yeah," Toshia said around the mouthful of apple,

"that's about it."

"Can you tell me about them?"

"I don't suppose you could untie me first?" Toshia

suggested.

"Oh, no, I couldn't!" the girl gasped. "The

sisters would beat me terribly!"

"The 'sisters'?"

"You know the women who tied you up," the girl

explained. "They call themselves the Sisterhood."

Calling the warrior women who ran this castle sisters made

them sound like Catholic nuns, and that thought made Toshia chuckle.

"I'm only supposed to clean you up, but I brought food

and water," she reminded Toshia.

"Fine," Toshia nodded. "Keep feeding me that

apple and I'll tell you what you want to know."

Over the course of that hand-fed supper of what became two

apples, Toshia told the girl about her first encounter with the satyrs, and how
they chased her, caught her and had their way with her. As the girl pressed her
for details, Toshia obliged, and admitted that she had made the most of what
was at best a bad situation and at worst rape. Toshia had to admit to herself
that, as rough as her treatment by the satyrs was, it was much better than the
incident with the trees had been, and that she had found herself having fun, up
to a point. The girl, though, wasn't interested in hearing about Toshia's
emotional reactions or any ethical considerations. Instead she wanted details
about how the satyrs had fucked her, particularly about the times when Toshia
had serviced more than one of them at a time.

"The first night, there was a lot of that," Toshia

admitted. On being pressed, she said, "Yes, in my pussy, my ass and my
mouth." Then, "Well, I didn't do much of it before, but I was getting
used to it." And, "Usually on my hands and knees, or sitting on one
of them."

"It sounds like alot of fun!" the girl

enthused. She had finished feeding Toshia, had given her another ladleful of
water, and was now getting the cloth she had carried the apples in wet in the
bucket.

"Oh, it wasn't that bad, I guess," Toshia said, as

the girl stood on tip-toes to wipe down her bound right arm. The rough, wet
cloth felt very good on Toshia's skin. After pausing a moment, Toshia went on,
saying, "They never wanted to hurt me really, just fuck me, whether or not
I wanted to. I made it better on myself by wanting to, at least once they caught
me and for the first few hours."

The girl rinsed the cloth and began to wash Toshia's left

arm. "I would love to be fucked for hours!"

"Well, after that it started to get old," Toshia

admitted. She was enjoying the caress of the cloth, and was more than a little
turned on by the horny little brunette. "They let me sleep finally. They
were kind of sweet about it, for them anyway. The next morning, though, after
breakfast, it was more fucking. They just kept at it all day long, with only
short breaks."

"All at the same time?" the girl asked as she

moved the cloth over Toshia's forehead and cheeks. She stood very close as she
wiped down Toshia's neck.

"Um, not so much," Toshia said. "By then it

was mostly one after the other. It was exhausting, and started to get
monotonous."

"Monotonous?" The girl was lingering over Toshia's

breasts.

"Uh, boring," Toshia shuddered as the rough cloth

moved over her erect and straining nipples.

"We don't get to fuck cocks," the girl said as she

moved her washcloth down over Toshia's abdomen. She was breathing on Toshia's
skin. "The men are just for the sisters. We serving girls have each other
and the sisters when they want us. I can't imagine being bored with
fucking."

As the girl rinsed and rung out the cloth, Toshia said,

"Well, let me put it this way, the satyrs weren't exactly good lovers.
They were good fucks, sure – amazing stamina and energy! But they weren't ever
trying to make sure I was having a good time. Sex is so much better when you're
with someone who is interested in your pleasure as much as his or her
own."

The girl was on her knees now, moving the washcloth over

Toshia's legs. She said, "I guess I understand that."

"Besides, cocks can be a lot of fun, but after a while,

I like to have a woman's touch, if you know what I mean."

"Like this?" the girl asked as she ran her

fingertips up along the inside of Toshia's thigh and then very lightly over her
pussy lips.

Toshia shivered, and said, "God yes!"

"Shhh!" the girl hissed. "I'm only supposed

to clean you up. If we wake someone up, we'll both be in trouble." Then
she leaned in and kissed Toshia's exposed pussy. "Tell me what happened
then."

"Oh, uh, well, they kept me busy, fucking me that day.

I was in no shape to try to escape, and I never got a chance anyway. Yes, that
feels so good! Don't stop!"

The girl stopped licking Toshia's pussy and clit, looked up

at her with a face shiny with Toshia's nectar, and said, with a playful grin,
"Keep telling me the story then."

"Yes, OK." Knowing what the girl wanted to hear, Toshia

said, "We all fell asleep for a while, and then, I woke up when I felt one
of them fingering me... Yes, like that, only not so nicely." Toshia wished
she could hold the girl's head in place, keep her mouth on her, but all she
could do to that end was to keep telling her story. "Even though we'd been
fucking all day, my pussy was wet, and I wanted to fuck some more. I got up on
my knees and he pushed his cock in me and started to fuck me. We weren't trying
to be quiet so we were grunting there, and that woke up the other two. They
started to play with my tits, which felt very good. Then the one who was
fucking me, pulled me up and back, so I was lying back against his chest. God,
that feels so good, don't stop! Uh, then one of the others got in front of
me... He took his cock and pushed it into my pussy... right in my pussy with
the other cock... It felt amazing! They fucked me like that – me between the
two hairy goat-men, two cocks inside my pussy... I came so hard... Oh, god! Oh
god! Yes, yes!"

Toshia clenched her teeth to keep from shouting out. She

pulled against her restraints and the cross creaked as she tensed every muscle
in her body. Then the orgasm exploded through her body. She twisted and writhed
against the wooden frame, as the little girl's tongue and lips pulled her on
and on into a flood of fiery release. The girl kept at it, and Toshia came
again and again, until she collapsed against the cross, spent.

After a few moments, Toshia felt the washcloth wiping up the

insides of her thighs, cleaning up her own juices. When she was done, the girl
stood up in front of Toshia and asked, "What happened then?"

Toshia sighed, "The rest of the night was more of the

same, fucking and more fucking. We finally all fell asleep. When I woke up,
they were gone. I have no idea what happened, but they were gone. The next
thing I knew, before I could even get up off the ground, I was surrounded by
the sisters and men who brought me here."

"Why don't you do what they ask?" the girl asked.

"Well, partly because they didn't ask,"

Toshia smiled.

"You said the satyrs didn't ask."

"Yes, but they weren't mean."

"I think I understand," the girl nodded.

"I'm Toshia, by the way."

"I'm Nina."

"Thank you, Nina. For everything."

"You're welcome," Nina smiled. "I hope they

untie you soon."

"Me too!"

Nina then took her bucket, washcloth, ladle and two apple

cores, and disappeared into the shadows. Toshia tried to get some more sleep.

Atop the Cliffs

Chapter 6

The whole group was quiet and not at all cheerful when they

resumed their hike toward what they hoped was the river at the bottom of the
valley. The women were all pained from their experience with the sex-vines, and
very far from thinking the forest through which they were moving was a nice
place for a stroll and the occasional frolic. Don had not been violated in the
same manner, but he was acutely aware of their physical and emotional
discomfort. Moreover, though he had truly been unable to help in any way, his
impotence during the attack (he could think of no better word for it) left him
in a dark mood.

 When he had convinced Toshia that he was up to leaving

the Manor in search of a way home, he had only considered the danger to
himself, and then, when the subject came up, to Shelonda and Amy, who were only
coming along out of friendly helpfulness and a lust for kicks, respectively. He
had not taken seriously the extent to which this course of action might put
Toshia herself in danger.

Of course, Toshia was her own person, and she was determined

to find a way home. Nothing Don could do or say would deter her from that
course of action. Neither would he try to do so. He had no right to forbid her
anything of the sort. That wasn't what was bothering him. What worried him was
the very thought that something bad might happen to her here, and that he
wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Sure, everyday life was full of
random risks and dangers, but somehow you forgot about the possibility that
someone you loved might get hit by a drunk driver while walking home from the
store. Here, in this strange little adventure, it was now impossible for Don to
put the dangers out of his mind. He didn't know if he could handle it if
something actually terrible happened to Toshia. He had loved her for years, and
even more so now.

These thoughts and the mood of the women, kept Don in a

subdued, remarkably un-horny mood. When they bedded down for the night – after
making sure the area was free of dildo-shaped vegetation of any kind – they set
a watch, and nobody started any mischief. It was the first night since arriving
in the Manor that Don went to sleep without having sex just beforehand. It
helped a bit that he took the first watch, and didn't have to try to fall
asleep with still wakeful beautiful women lying next to him.

Only after noon on the next day did a spirit of friskiness

return. Naturally enough, it was Amy who got things going, spanking Shelonda
hard on the ass and then fleeing just long enough to make the other girl exert
herself. By the time the others caught up to them, they were making out on the
grassy hillside. Nicole joined in the fun, while Don and Toshia looked on, both
amused and aroused. That night, things were back to normal, if a bit less
boisterous than usual. Don fell asleep with Toshia's head on his chest, while
Shelonda took the first watch.

The next day, they found themselves descending a steady,

rocky slope to a sudden drop. They came to a halt at the top of a cliff face at
least 20 meters high, at the bottom of which was a fast flowing, broad river.

"Think that's the river we're looking for?" Nicole

asked.

"Hard to say," Don shrugged.

"Well, we can't climb down that," Toshia said.

Amy suggested, "We could jump."

"That's crazy," Toshia responded a bit sharply.

"We'd just hit the water," Amy pointed out.

"Yeah, but you could hurt yourself hitting the water,

and we don't have any idea how deep the river is," Toshia explained with a
genuine smile, apparently regretting her crankiness of a moment ago. "You
could break every bone in your pretty body."

"Why would we want to get down there anyway?"

Shelonda asked.

"Exactly," Don nodded. "We need to either go

that way, up-river, to find the source, or the other way, to see if this river
joins up with another, bigger river. Either way, we don't need to risk breaking
our necks climbing or jumping."

"Well, which way should we go, then?" Nicole

asked.

"I think we should go downriver a ways and see if we

come to another river, or someone who can give us some more information,"
Don said. Nobody had any objection to this plan. Neither did they object when
he said, "But first let's take a break."

In another few minutes they were all naked and Amy was

sitting on a big moss covered rock, while Toshia knelt between her legs, licking
and sucking at Amy's clit and pussy. Shelonda and Nicole clambered up on the
rock on either side of Amy and were taking turns kissing her, each other or
Amy's tits. Don stood back for a moment, hard cock in hand, admiring the scene.
In front of him, was Toshia's upturned butt and ready pussy, ready for him if
he wanted either or both of them. Above that were Toshia's thin, muscular back,
Amy's strong legs and abs, and then a confusion of wonderful breasts and sexy,
beautiful faces. Don could join in anywhere and be happily welcome. All around
them were rocky outcroppings, trees and green underbrush – a beautiful natural
garden of sorts – almost Eden-like. Off to the side, only a dozen meters away
was the cliff edge. In the other direction, back the way they had come, the
hillside was broken at intervals into sloping shelves. On an outcropping
upstream and away from the river, so doubly uphill, but with a clear view of
the spot where the women were already having so much fun, were two figures
wearing black robes with hoods covering their heads. Don saw them first out of
the corner of his eye, and then confirmed their presence without looking at
them directly.

Thinking quickly, Don reached down to caress Toshia's ass.

He ran his hand down between her cheeks and trailed his fingers over her dewy
outer lips. He bent down over her back as he pushed two fingers gently up
inside Toshia's very wet pussy. He whispered to her, "Don't stop what
you're doing. There are a couple of Watchers watching us. I'm going to take
Shelonda and try to sneak up on them. Keep up the show."

"Uh-hum!" Toshia managed and nodded a little.

Don stood up and moved around to Shelonda, who was on the

side of the rock furthest from the Watchers. Trying not to be conspicuous, he
leaned over and kissed one of the girl's beautiful breasts, catching her nipple
in his mouth. While he suckled at her luscious tit, Don parted her legs and
pulled her a bit toward him. Happy to cooperate, Shelonda scooted forward a
bit, allowing Don access to her pussy. Though he could easily fuck her this
way, he wanted to move her further from the group, so that's what he did,
coaxing her away from Amy and Nicole. Soon, Don and Shelonda were fucking
against the side of the rock, away from the Watchers.

Shelonda had her arms around Don's neck and her beautiful,

full breasts against his chest as he screwed her vigorously. While he did this,
he also whispered to her what he had in mind. When the two of them dropped to
the ground next to the rock, they thought it must seem to the Watchers that
they were merely continuing their fucking, but unfortunately out of sight.

Don was pleasantly surprised that Shelonda immediately

dropped out of horny sex kitten mode and stealthily followed his lead. Don had
left his staff, along with his other things, on the wrong side of the rock,
near where Toshia was still going down on Amy, but Shelonda was able to pick
hers up off the ground near where they had dropped out of sight. Don lead the
way, first toward the river, and then up hill, staying screened behind
shrubbery as they moved quickly and quietly, hunched over.

When Don was sure they were well out of the view of

Watchers, Don risked a dash across an open area and a quick clamber up a steep
rise to put them behind and above the position where he had seen the Watchers.
He slowed down and crept forward, hoping to catch the black-robed voyeurs
unawares. They could hear the sound of Amy coming loudly, as well as some sound
from Nicole. Don suspected Toshia had found a way to encourage them to ham it
up a bit.

Unfortunately, though, when he peered around the trunk of

tree to the place where the Watchers had been, they were nowhere to be seen.

"Damn!" Don hissed. He looked around carefully

through the trees and undergrowth, but couldn't see any sign of the black
robes.

"Do you think they heard or saw us?" Shelonda

asked as they stood up and walked out to the little clearing where the Watchers
had been standing.

"They must have," Don shrugged frowning. "I

thought we did a good job, though."

"I smell shampoo," Shelonda said.

"Huh, yeah, so do I," Don nodded, "and that

looks like a shoe print there in the dirt."

Just then, though, a loud shout made Don and Shelonda look

toward the rock where they'd left their friends. Apparently, while Don and Shelonda
had been sneaking up on the Watchers, a bunch of men had been sneaking up on
Toshia, Nicole and Amy. One of the men had come up behind Toshia, caught her
from around the waist and pulled her up and away from between Amy's legs.
Toshia, who was the one who had given the initial shout, was kicking and
struggling in the grasp of the man who held her, while a second man tried to
close in on her from the front. Yet another man had already managed to get
between Amy's legs and was shoving them roughly apart. Another man was rudely
pulling Nicole from off the rock, where she had been kneeling over Amy's face.
Two other men were on the rock, either helping with Nicole, or trying to hold
Amy down – it wasn't clear from where Don and Shelonda were. All of these
observations were made in the second it took for Don to spring into action,
jumping down from the rocky shelf, and running down toward the women and the
men. Shelonda followed close on his heels.

While he pelted down the slope, Don noticed that all of the

men had long, unkempt hair and seemed to be quite dirty in general. They seem
to have brought crude clubs with them, but most of them had dropped them to the
ground when they had jumped on the women. The one trying to get close to Toshia
seemed to be wielding some kind of a knife, which made him a priority. Unless
there were more men in hiding, there were only six of them. This meant that,
while they outnumbered the women they had seen by the rock two-to-one, they had
brought too few guys to actually pull off this gang rape or abduction.

Shelonda, who was on that side of Don anyway, made for the

guys on and next to the rock, leaving Don with Amy's would be rapist and the
two after Toshia. Intent on enjoying the fruit of their surprise attack, the
men didn't notice as Shelonda and Don closed in on them. The guy between Amy's
legs glanced to the side just in time to see the flat of Don's hand coming in
fast and hard. Don had never hit someone with full, multiple-board-breaking
force before, but he wasn't surprised to see the man's head snapping around
with savage force. As the man slumped to the side, Don realized that he might
have killed him, but was frankly past caring.

In the moment that he took to scoop up the staff he had left

on the grass earlier, Don saw that Shelonda was effectively delivering a
beating to the men who had been closest to her on the rock. Nicole was now able
to more effectively fight back against the one guy who continued to wrestle
with her. Now that Amy was free, she would be able to join in the fight. With
one-to-one odds and Shelonda and her staff involved in the fight by and on the
rock, Don was confident he could focus his attention on Toshia and her two
attackers.

In her struggle to free herself and to keep the second man

from getting close to her, Toshia had forced the group of three back until they
were perilously close to the cliff top. She had her right hand up over her
shoulder with a tight grip on a handful of hair of the man behind her. With her
left arm she was alternately elbowing that man in the ribs, and fending off his
right arm – the one that wasn't locked around her waist. Any time the guy in
front of her with the knife got too close, she would kick out violently with
her bare feet. Don knew she was in grave danger of getting badly cut, if she
didn't back herself off the cliff first.

Don was directly behind the guy with the knife and prepared

to bring him down with a single, decisive staff blow. Unfortunately, the man
behind Toshia saw Don and yelled, "Behind you, Burt!"

Burt twisted around and managed to avoid the slicing blow

that would have split his head open. The staff in Don's hands spun around and
came down again at whip-crack speed, and again Burt was able to just barely get
out of the way. This time, though, Don brought the end of the staff sharply to
the side, hitting Burt hard in the cheek and mouth. Don was satisfied to note
blood running down Burt's cheek and chin. Pressing the advantage, Don snapped
the other end of the staff around to smack into Burt's gut, which caused Burt
to exhale sharply and nearly double over.

Don was close enough to get hold of Burt's knife arm, and

was about to finish the guy off, when, at that very moment, he saw that Toshia
had managed to twist herself free of her attacker's clasp. Unfortunately, doing
so cost her balance at the lip of the cliff. Her arms flailed a bit, she
managed to call, "Don!" and then she fell.

Don would have followed her over without any hesitation, if

Burt hadn't chosen that instant to bring his knee up into Don's groin. As Don
gritted his teeth against the explosion of pain, he saw Burt's knife arcing
down toward his chest. Everything seemed to be moving in a kind of slow motion;
adrenaline and years of martial arts training served to ramp up Don's perception
and reaction time. Ignoring the pain in his crotch, Don let go of his staff,
caught hold of Burt's wrist and, calmly stepping out of the way, he let Burt's
arm continue down and then pulled it around, slipping his own arm under Burt's
bicep and behind his back. One good jerk upward, accompanied by a particularly
nasty, wet pop, served to dislocate Burt's arm at the shoulder. Don was vaguely
aware that Burt was crying out in pain, but he was already focused on the fact
that Burt's friend, who had managed to avoid falling over the edge of the
cliff, was charging at him.

There was a flurry of motion as Don twisted to the side and

Burt's friend crashed past him, only to fall to his knees. The hilt of Burt's
knife was sticking out of the left side of the man's ribcage, blood welling up
around it. Don ignored the critically wounded man, and took a second to check
on the others. One of the men was lying sprawled against the big rock, probably
unconscious, and the other two were running away as fast as they could. Nicole
had turned to look in Don's direction and saw one collapsed man, another with a
knife sticking out of his chest, and the third sobbing on the ground at Don's
feet while clutching at his shoulder.

"My god, Don!" she managed.

As if he agreed with Nicole's surprise, Burt cried out,

"We were only trying to have some fun!"

"With a knife?" Don scowled, and then added,

"I don't have time for this." He kicked out hard and fast with his
heel, snapping Burt's head to the side with stark finality. Without looking
down, or back at the girls, Don hurried over to the cliff edge and looked down,
searching for any sign of Toshia.

He heard the others come up and join him. They all agreed

they couldn't see Toshia, either clinging to the cliff face anywhere or in the
river.

Don scowled, his mind strangely calm and clear. "Get

your things and Toshia's, quickly. We have to find a way down there fast."

In another minute, the four of them were hurrying along the

cliff top, moving downriver, looking for a way down.

Chapter 7

The Easy Way; Toshia is thrown to the men.

It was late in the morning when a pair of serving girls and

four sisters came into the hall of castle where Toshia hung from the big X.

"Get her down from there," one of the sisters

commanded. The two girls hurried to comply. Toshia was pretty sure the small
brunette was Nina, but the little girl avoided making any eye contact with her.
They undid her ankles first, and Toshia breathed a ragged sigh of relief as she
supported her weight on the ground for the first time in almost 24 hours.
Pushing up, she relieved some of the strain on her shoulders. While the two
girls worked to untie Toshia's wrists, the warriors moved a bit closer and
seemed tensed in case Toshia should make an escape attempt. She realized how ridiculous
their concern was when her right wrist was released and her arm fell to her
side, a numb, useless appendage. Toshia cried out as her shoulder complained
against suddenly moving after so long in the same position. When the other
wrist was freed, Toshia's whole body followed the downward motion of her arm,
collapsing in a pile on the stone floor.

"Get her some food and water," the same woman

ordered, and then walked away, leaving the other three guards to watch over
Toshia and the serving girls.

One of the girls ran off, while the one who was almost

certainly Nina caressed Toshia's forehead with a moist cloth. Toshia groaned a
bit as she worked to move her arms. Already, her hands were alive with a
million pinpricks as the circulation returned to its normal levels.
Probably-Nina began to gently massage Toshia's shoulders and upper arms. Then
the other girl, a somewhat plain blonde girl with pendulous breasts and wide
hips, returned with a flagon of water and three apples. The flagon was tipped
up so Toshia could down several mouthfuls, and then the first apple was held
for her, much as Nina done during the night.

Toshia felt the rejuvenating effects of the water and fruit

almost immediately. She fed herself the second apple, and drank down the rest
of the flagon's contents. Her body seemed to have suffered no real damage from
being tied to that damn cross. Though she could use a good night's sleep on a
horizontal surface, Toshia felt reinvigorated. Naturally, given the XYZ, this
meant that her sex drive was again kicking into gear. However, her feistiness
was, if anything, only encouraged by the treatment she'd received by the
warrior women.

When the blonde offered her the third apple, Toshia smiled

at her and said, "No thanks. You have it. I appreciate the help, both of
you."

The blonde smiled and nodded her head, and Toshia was sure

she felt the briefest kiss on her shoulder from almost certainly Nina.

The girls gathered up the apple cores, the empty flagon and

the wet cloth, and hurried away. As if on cue, a half dozen of the so-called
sisters came into the hall. Leading the way was the haughty Daphne, today
wearing a shear red robe that hung from her strong shoulders, and parted down
the front to show her cleavage, bare abs and the flowing swatch of gold-yellow
fabric that hung from a belt around her waist to cover her privates. Toshia
thought she looked like an adolescent boy's fantasy, something ripped off the
cover of a Conan paperback or something. Too bad she's such a
bitch, Toshia thought.

Behind and to Daphne's right was also the blonde Viking

woman, Brigit. Like the other warriors, Brigit was wearing the patched-together
armor Toshia had seen the day before.

The party of women surrounded Toshia. One of them, a big

brunette with brown hair cut short, said, "Well, she smells better
today." Toshia thought she recognized this woman's voice as that of Wanda,
who liked a good butt fucking, but not from a "goat".

"Yes, but has her attitude improved?" Daphne

wondered. She looked down at Toshia, who was still crouching on the stone
floor, with a raised eyebrow and a cold-disinterested expression. "Well,
pup, are you going to behave yourself and do as you're told?"

Toshia looked around at the armed and armored women,

momentarily wondering which one was most likely to hit her if she got out of
line. Toshia had been expecting something like this sort of question, and had
actually not decided on which response she'd actually give. Finally, she went
with, "That depends; are you going to tell me to go on my merry way?"

Toshia expected to be hit, but wasn't. Perhaps it was the

fact that Daphne actually smiled that kept the others from punishing her.
Still, that particular smile was not one Toshia liked seeing. Daphne's smile
was the sort that went along with a villain saying, "I was hoping you'd
say that."

Daphne shook her head and said, "Have no doubt about

it, pup, you're not going anywhere. Your pale ass belongs to us now. You'll do
whatever we tell you to and you'll do it with a smile on your face and a song
in your heart. If I tell you to lick out Wanda's ass, you'll get in there and
bury your face between her cheeks and say 'Yum!'"

"Why is everyone talking about my ass lately?"

Wanda asked, confirming Toshia's guess about her identity.

Daphne ignored Wanda, though, and continued addressing

Toshia, saying, "The only question is whether you're going to play along
like a good little pet, or make us go to all the trouble of breaking you.
Playing along is the smart thing, and certainly easiest for all of us. Plus,
I'm sure Wanda's ass could use the cleaning. Don't get me wrong, breaking you
will be fun too – for us. And be quite confident that we will break you; we've
got all the time in the world. Honestly, just between you and me, I hope you're
going to keep resisting."

Toshia didn't even pause to consider her options, but said,

"You know, Daphne, I'd really rather lick Wanda's ass than keep listening
to you talk."

This time she was smacked, and hard, by someone on her

right. Catching herself as she slumped to the left, Toshia heard Wanda saying,
"Wait, does that mean she's going to behave?"

By way of reply, Daphne ordered, "Give her to the

men."

Abruptly Toshia was hauled up to her feet, by sisters on

either side of her with firm grasps on her upper arms. They compelled her off
to the side of the hall, where they led her down a short corridor that in turn
led to a small, open courtyard. There was a big section of the courtyard's
floor that was missing, and a number of chairs were arranged around this big
hole. Daphne led the way, circling around the hole and taking a seat on what
looked like the most comfortable chair. Toshia was led to the edge of the hole.
Looking down, she saw a big chamber, the center of which, directly underneath
her, was taken up by what looked like a very large mattress, covered with a
dark red sheet.

Brigit came up next to the sister who held Toshia's right

arm, and said, "Our men have an easy life, really. They do our manual
labor, of course, but there isn't much of that. Now and then we use them as
playthings, but not very often. For one thing, they're men, and for another,
dangling the possibility of sex in front of them, without giving it to them,
serves to keep them well-behaved. So, they're pretty much always in a state of
frustration, and they never ever get to just have their way with a woman."
Brigit paused and smiled at Toshia, with what seemed to be actual friendly
amusement. "Have fun."

Then Toshia was shoved forward out into space.

Fortunately, the mattress was soft enough to absorb her fall

without hurting her. Still, she was left sprawling ungracefully on the red
fabric, while above her the women laughed and clapped. Toshia noticed first
that the sheet beneath her was not unpleasantly rough, and then that the
mattress was thick enough keep her from feeling the hard ground underneath.
These were good things, if she correctly understood what was in store for her.

Looking around, she saw that three sides of the room, which

only extended a small distance from the edges of the mattress, had only bars
for walls. The room was, in effect, a large cage, or cell. There was one gate,
manned by two particularly brawny sisters. On the other side of the bars was a
crowd of naked men, all trying to get a good look at Toshia. The fourth wall
was solid, and covered by an ancient mirror, pockmarked and cracked. Toshia
could see herself in the surface, though not exactly clearly. Looking up,
Toshia saw that Daphne and all her friends were gathered around watching.

Daphne raised her hand, which seemed to command a measure of

silence from the crowd. When everyone was quiet, she called down into the cell,
saying, "Let's start her off with five."

This caused both a round of applause from above and some

commotion below, on the other side of the bars, as the men jostled for
position.

Toshia thought that, as Daphne had indirectly suggested,

there were two ways to go with this, the easy way and the hard way. The hard
way included putting up a fight. Toshia couldn't see any up-side to that
approach. In fact, she thought this was what Daphne expected from her, and it
would amuse the bitch no end to see Toshia gang raped for the entertainment of
the Sisterhood. On the other hand, the easy way would certainly thwart Daphne's
intentions – though it might only piss her off all the more. In addition, it
had now been days since Toshia had been with the satyrs, and she had had only
one orgasm in that time.

The five men were now coming into the room with her. They were

all naked and in good shape. Two of them were particularly muscular, and two
were particularly cute. Their cocks were all semi-hard already, energized by
the XYZ in their systems and the prospect of sex with her. Toshia noticed that
none of them were graced with the kind of monster pricks she'd had with the
Player or Igor, though the biggest guy, a dark-skinned Adonis with a shaved
head, had one that was about the size of the Lord's, if his current state was a
good indicator.

Yes, Toshia thought to herself, the easy way has

much to be said for it.

To be continued.

By BradentonLarry for Literotica

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