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Tree Hugger (MMF,  Rape, Torture)
 
    Sipping an ice tea from my cooler as I bask in the victory  of the UFPT 
also known as the United Folk to Preserve Trees.  The  local politicians 
agreeing to halt the deforestation and construction of a huge  complex of 
homes, where now stands a  vast forest of virgin wood.  A  crucial step in this 
preservation, but only a step.  As coordinator  and activist, I feel now 
that we have a chance to slow and hopefully stop the  slow encroachment of 
suburbia into the edges of the state parks.  An  environmental impact study, 
mind you not the first, will have to be made and  submitted to the DEC 
(Department of Environmental Conservation) of NY  State.  That will take a minimum 
of a year. 
   A small RV  trailer, our headquarters for this effort,  Almost a heat 
box with the  two small oscillating fans,unsuccessfully trying to circulate 
some of the warm  humid air of the early evening.  Feeling the dampness of my 
short sleeve  button khaki shirt and Carhartt cargo shorts, sticking to my 
body, as I pull  them from my sweaty body. 
    Tomorrow's march of solidarity, and a mass hike, to show  the natural 
beauty and uses of the forest lands long in the planning should help  with 
media support of our cause.  Logging and construction that would have  been 
work for the area has its own support.  Many unemployed workers  flocked to 
the employment office to seek trade jobs.  The trade off of  preservation or 
employment a very sore spot.
    Walking out of the trailer, feeling the rusty steps  trembling as I 
climbed down to walk around the back to turn off the generator  supplying 
power.  The heat waves emanating from the red hot motor, causing  rivulets of 
sweats to wash down my brow and neck.  Hearing it whine down  and the light 
inside go dark.  Walking to the door and throwing the padlock  on the loose 
hasp.
    Turning around to see two men approaching the  trailer.   They must 
have walked a long ways, as I hadn't heard a car  engine.  Seeing the men, with 
plaid flannel shirts, the sleeves rolled up  from their brawny forearms.  
The worn jeans and the heavy work boots.   Their faces still in the shadow of 
the bill of their baseball caps and the  lowering evening gloom. 
    "Sorry, I am closed down for the day; but we have an  outing tomorrow 
if you want to join our group."    The men  separating as they move closed up 
the path.  Feeling a bit apprehensive as  I wait for a reply or a hello or 
some vocal response.  Both veering off the  path and widening the gap 
between them.  Stepping back, the back of my leg  striking the step behind me.
    Turning and calling, " hey Jack, I'll warm the truck  up."  Hearing one 
man laugh aloud, the other sniggering.  "There is no  one else here but 
you.  Oh, we locked up the gate to the property for  you.  So don't expect 
anymore company.
    My  hand moving to my pocket to pull out my cell phone.  Feeling a 
sharp pain  as my wrist is grabbed by one of the men, jerking my arm behind me 
and  up.    His hand reaching to my shoulder length hair and grabbing  a 
handful and yanking my head back.  The sudden attack having me speechless  for a 
moment.  Then letting loose with a short scream, cut short by the  fist 
striking my face.  My head swiveling with the impact.  The sharp  pain filling 
my mind.  My arm levered higher behind my back as a hard slap  brings my 
head back the other direction.
    The  second man standing in front of me, his face hidden by a Richard 
Nixon  mask.  Feeling spittle coming from the mouth slit, "do not scream or 
even  try to run Tree Hugger."  The left side of my face already feeling  
distorted as it is swelling from the fist.  The right side stinging and  warm.  
"We are out of work because of you and your sissy men and  women.  
Progress, that is what you are trying to  stop." 
    Looking into  his eyes,  watching them moving behind the mask, then 
gasping as I feel the hammerlike fist  dig deep into my stomach.  The pain 
doubling me over and causing my hair  and wrist to be pulled tight as I gasp for 
breath and retch dryly.  Tears  cascading from my eyes as grunt and groan 
loudly, feeling myself pulled upright  again.  My lips dry as dry to breathe 
normal.  My legs weakly holding  me up with the help of the man behind me.
    "You  are one of the leaders of this bunch and so you will be an 
example of what they  an expect trying to prevent honest men from working."  His 
hand this time  pummeling my left breast, then my right.  Then my stomach aga
in.   Gagging and drooling spittle from my mouth as I gasp for air, my lips  
working.  The pain in my body filling my mind as I hang helpless, my arm  
feeling like it has been pulled out of its socket.
    His  hand reaching into my pants pocket and pulling out my phone from 
the back and my  keys and a pocket knife from the front pockets.  "Lets her 
go; but keep and  eye on her."  The man releasing my arm and hair.  My legs 
not able to  support me as I fall to the ground in a fetal position.  Legs 
pulled up to  my stomach, my hands holding my stomach and chest as I moan and 
writhe in pain  on the ground.  Working my mouth to see if the jaw feels 
broken.  Not  so sure about my ribs as I wince in pain with each ragged  breath.
    The  man standing over me, prodding me again and again with his foot.  
Kicking  at my back and legs and front.  Not enough to really hurt me, but 
enough to  keep me covering up my body, trying to protect it.  Hearing the 
other man  in the trailer now, a flashlight's glow illuminating the inside.  
Wondering  what the man is looking to find, there being no money there, just 
records,  research and petitions on one side and tools and equipment on the 
other  side.
    "Here, tie her arms behind her."  Hearing the man  slam the rickety 
door again, as the other man crouches down and savagely pulls  my hands behind 
me, tying one wrist and then the other to it in a crosswise  position.  The 
manila rope burning my wrists as he pulls it extremely  tight.  "Please, 
please let me go."  The words coming out between sobs  of pain and groans.  
Looking into the man's face and seeing another Richard  Nixon mask.
    Almost thankful that I can't see their faces.   Thinking to myself,"I 
can't recognize these men, maybe they will let me  go."   Being pulled to a 
kneeling position and held by my hair.   Feeling my body calmy with fresh 
sweat, the smell filling my nose.  The  smell of my fear, my sweat.  Standing 
waiting for long minutes, though it  seemed much more and the man finally 
leaving the trailer.  Wiping the  padlock as he snaps it closed on the hasp 
again.
    Feeling the coarse manila rope sliding over my head,  biting into my 
neck as he pulls it tight.  Forcing me to my feet as he  jerks on the slipknot 
around my neck.  The small strands of the crude rope  scratching, rubbing 
my neck raw, as he leads me down the path.  The other  man following.  
Wordlessly working deeper into the lowering darkness, as  the woods closes over 
and around us.  The two beams of the flashlights the  only illumination.  
Looking down as best I can, trying not to stumble as  the rope bites deeply into 
my soft neck flesh.    My chest and  stomach aching from the pain of his 
hammer fist.  My cheek swollen blocking  part of my vision.
    Finally, stopping in a glade, recognizing it as one of the  rest stops 
for the proposed hike.  The man pulling on the rope, drawing me  to him and 
then yanking hard, stumbling and falling to the ground in front of  him.  My 
neck raw and burning as I gasp for air in choking breathes.   My panting 
loud in the gathering gloom.  "Go, get my truck and bring it  here, I will 
watch Lady Tree Hugger."
    The  second man tromping away down the path to towards the gate,  
Hearing a  distant roar, as the engine catches.  Watching the man working a cell  
phone, texting from the look of it.  "I just told Alana, that you will be  
late and catch up to them at the first rest stop.  I will send that  
tomorrow in the morning."
    "Now, my dear Lady Hugger, it is time to make an example  of you for 
all to see what happens if you try to stop progress."  The man  leaning down 
and looking into my face.  The beam of light blinding me  from seeing 
anything around me.  Hearing the truck pull up behind me, the  light illuminating 
the glade. 
    Feeling fear filling my imagination as I kneel on the  ground, hearing 
a truck door shut and then rattling as someone is looking  through a 
toolbox.  Then hearing the other man come up behind me.   "Now, it is time for some 
fun."  The man pulling me back to my feet, his  hand grabbing at my button 
work shirt and yanking, pulling it from my shorts and  ripping a couple of 
buttons.  Then another yank and my shirt parting,  exposing my thin bra, the 
small cups of my breasts, standing forth from my  exposed chest.  The second 
man grabbing my hair again, pulling my head back  as he his other hand 
snakes around and cups my left breast.  This thick  fingers mauling the tender 
flesh.  Pinching hard on the semihard  nipples.  Then slapping at the flimsy 
material of my bra.  A harsh  pull and the material parting and my breasts 
now exposed in the truck  headllights. 
    My  mind trying on to think on what is going to  happen.  Just trying 
to  control my breathing, my scream scared deep in my throat at the thought 
of his  fist and my face.  As one man mauls my chest, the second is undoing 
my  shorts and pullling them down over my hips,  Sliding them down my legs 
and  ankles and then pullling at my panties and then half ripping them from my 
 body.  As the man kneels to slide them off my legs, I lash out and catch  
him in the chest with my foot.  My hiking boot, catching him off guard and  
driving him to the ground.  Struggling to pull free of the other man and  
then being jerked and pulled off my feet as he pulls on my hair.  Grunting  
and then screaming as I feel a boot strike me in the back of my leg and then  
hard in my hip. 
    Feeling a prick and then the wet warmth of blood on my  neck as the man 
shows me a hunting knife.  "Do that again bitch and you  will not see your 
friends in the morning."  Sobbing as I kneel and feel the  one man holding 
my head and the other unzipping his pants and forcing his hard  cock into my 
mouth.  Peeling my lips back, as the piss and sweaty smelling  cock jams 
into my mouth.  The man using my hair to fuck my head on his  cock.  The thick 
meaty head, filling my mouth and cheeks.  The acrid  scent of his body 
making me gag on his cock as much as my blocked airways  were.  My neck raw, as 
the cock is forced deeper into my throat, the man  now humping my mouth and 
finally after long minutes, shooting a thick wad of man  creme onto the back 
of my throat.  Gagging and swallowing the thick wad, as  he pinches my nose 
shut.  Hot tearing burning down my cheeks as I choke and  gasp as he pulls 
his cock out of my mouth. 
    Taking a quick gulp of air and another, my throat and neck  burning and 
raw, as I feel the next cock taking my mouth with a quick  plunge.  His 
cock not lasting as long, as he soon fills my mouth with  his spunk.  Laying 
gasping on the warm grass as I hear the men walking back  and forth from the 
truck.  Carrying unseen equipment to the far end of the  glade.  One man 
coming back and stooping to pick up my panties from the  ground, stuffing them 
into his pocket.  Gathering my clothing a wadding it  in a plastic bag and 
throwing the bag in the back of the  truck.
    "I  found just the spot, bring her here."  His flashlight waving as the 
second  man grabs my neck lead and pulls me to the other man.  "This will 
be  perfect."  His laughter filing my ears and echoing in the darkness.   
Dragging me to a stately oak tree and wrapping my neck rope around the four 
foot  bole.  Then undoing my arms and pulling one wrist around and tying the  
other so I am grasping the tree.  The rough bark biting into my bruised  
breasts.  Another rope being tied to my ankles and pulling them to the  sides 
and tying them to the back of the ancient  tree. 
    Feeling the aches of my body and  the after taste of cum in my dry 
mouth as I wait on the  men.  Hoping they will leave soon.   Then hearing  
clinking and movement behind me, not able to see anything as I finally feel one  
of the man approaching me from behind.  "Are you comfortably hugging that  
tree?  Do you think you can save it?"  Feeling a cock being pressed  between 
my legs, the head finding my partially spread pussy,  Hearing the  man 
spitting and then his wet cock pushing this time against my cunt lips.   The hard 
cock being guided and then forced into my pussy.  His grunting and  moans 
filling my ear as he pumps into my dry cunt.  His strokes forcing my  body 
into the rough bark of the tree.  The wood cutting and scratching and  
bruising my whole body.  Then feeling him press hard into my ass cheeks,  knowing 
he is emptying his seed into my cunt.  Feeling the moisture  trickling from 
my labia as the cream oozed from inside of me.  Then feeling  the next man 
behind me.  Hearing him spitting and feeling his cock rubbing  at my cunt lips 
and shoving in my semi wet pussy.  His strokes long and  leisurely and 
hard.  The tree abraiding the whole front of my  body. 
    In  spite of myself, feeling my pussy leaking juices as the man works 
my cunt long  and hard.  Moaning as he pulls back and moaning again as he 
shoves it deep  into me.  "You like that slut, don't you......you want me sap 
to fill  you....."  laughing insanely at his own joke.
"Well, it will fill you, you  stuipid cunt....."  His cock pulling out of 
my cunt, then feeling it  jamming it against my asshole.  His hard cock 
poking and probbing and  finally finding a painfully dry entrance into my ass.  
His spittle helpling  to lube his cock as he takes my ass hard.  His grunts 
loud as his flesh  slaps hard against my ass cheeks.  My cunt being driven 
into the tree  trunk, as he pounds my ass mercilessly.  Then feeling his cock 
head swell  in my tight ass.  Knowing he is filling my bowels with his  
jism.......wiping his cum and my soil on my ass cheeks as he pulls  out.
    Feeling my hair pulled tight, swiveling my head as my  abuser looks 
into my eyes.  The rope on my neck pulling tight as he turns  my neck.  Choking 
weakly my throat raw inside and out as the coarse manila  rope rubs on my 
neck.  "We are just starting sweetie."  Trying to move  my head and thick dry 
lips to protest.  His laugh loud in my ear, as his  hands grip my waist and 
pull my hips side to side.  The rough bark digging  deeply into the bruised 
flesh, tearing more skin.  My mouth moving; but  only weak screams 
escaping.  "Yes tree lady, scream all you want, no one  will hear you."
    "Give me the marker."  Smelling the odor of the magic  marker, before 
feeling it pressing on my stretched back.  Not knowing what  he is writing; 
but knowing that it would be some crude observations.   Feeling him jabbing 
the marker into my flesh hard as he continues to  write. 
    "Tree Slut, Sap Lover, Tree Fucker...........Tap and Make  your 
deposits here" (arrows pointing at my ass and then between my legs to my  pussy).  
Holding one cheek to the tree, writing on my swollen left  cheek.  "For 
night deposits."(arrow pointing to my  mouth).
    Wadding my panties into a ball and shoving them in my  mouth, then 
tying them in place with my ruined bra.  Hearing wood being  chopped behind me, 
as I wait wondering why they have finally gagged me.   Hoping it means they 
are leaving and don't want me screaming all night and  morning.
    Seeing a flash of light and a pop of air, hearing a butane  torch being 
lit behind me.  "Heat it up in that pan of water."  Not  able to see behind 
me at what the men are doing.  "Perfect."  then  feeling the man probing 
between my legs as my bruise labia.  His fingers  pushing into my cunt, then 
pulling out and feeling a warm stickiness on my lips  and then something 
being forced into my opening.  Grunting as I feel the  rough, uneven surface 
being fucked into my cunt.  My head jerking and  pulling at the rope on my 
neck, as I try to wiggle my body to escape the  ruthless jabs of the insertion.  
The long thick object cruelly digging into  the sensitve flesh of my 
vagina.  The sharp pain telling me that skin is  being broken and pierced as he 
continues to work the crude dildo in my  cunt.  My whole body pressed against 
the tree to escape the  penetration.  Sweat pouring down my body as I shake 
with  terror. 
    Smelling maple syrup and the cooling goo, oozing down my  body, mixing 
with drops  of blood.  My lower body still writhing as  the ersatz cock is 
stuck in my cunt.  My rubbing only making the pain  worse, the the knotted 
branch being glued by the coagulating syrup.   Gurgling behind my gag of 
sweaty underwear.  "You like that you stupid  cunt?"  Feeling more syrup being 
squeezed between me and the tree  trunk.  The liquid hotter and burning as it 
splatters against my  body.  The pain of the scalded flesh spreading like 
hot dripped wax,  coating my front and seeking into the ridges of the bark.
    Then  feeling an itch in my cunt, and then the lips itching intensely 
as I feel them  irritated and burning, not from heat, but from some other 
source.  Pushing  with my body against the tree, trying to rub my cunt lips on 
the bark to ease  the itch.  Tears running unabated down my cheeks as my 
head shakes.   "You like hot pepper?  I knew a hot whore like you would love 
the feel of  your cunt burning."  My mind close to shutting down with the pain 
and the  shock physically and mentally.
    Then  feeling my ass and thighs being beat with a leafed branch of some 
sort.   The small limbs and twigs, biting into the flesh, tearing the skin, 
scratching  long welts on my flesh.  Then feeling my head pulled by the 
hair and then  hearing the snipping as the man savages my hair with a rough 
shears.  Not  shaving it from my head, but indiscriminately cutting clumps of 
hair from my  head.  "We are almost done bitch.  Hearing the sizzling of the 
torch  again.  Expecting more hot syrup, But jerking as I feel the warm 
touch  again my ass rim.  Then the squirting ot the syrup into my ass, then  
feeling a branch being inserted and fucked into my ass.  My mind screaming  
with the intense pain as the hot syrup lubes the knotty branch and rips at my  
tender inner tissue. 
    Waking up from a faint, the branch shoved deep in my  bowels, feeling 
warm moisture running  down the backs of my thighs.   Knowing that is more of 
my blood.  Feeling more syrup being poured over my  back and legs.  Vaguely 
remembering flashes of light in my dazed  state.  Then feeling leaves and 
dirt being place on my body, being speckled  as the leaves attach to the warm 
syrup. 
    Then  feeling chains being wrapped around my body, being pulled tight, 
as the links  wrap spaced from my ankles to my neck.  Feeling it being 
pulled tight as  both men take the slack out of it.  Pressing my chest and body 
to the bole  of the tree, then hearing a padlock being fastened to two links 
to hold the  chain tight.  Finding it hard to breathe as the thick links dig 
into my  body.  Breathing in slow labored gasps through my nose.  Then 
feeling  the sparks hitting my body from behind as the men run a machine to weld 
material  into the padlock so it can't be opened with a key.  The sparks 
burning my  ass cheeks and back and legs, as the hot padlock is settle in the 
small of my  back.
    More  flashes of light and hearing the men putting stuff into their 
truck.   Hanging eyes closed, my whole body aching with pain and itching as  I 
Iay against the tree chained  and stuck to it with the processed sap  of the 
syrup.
    The  man standing beside me, "we have some very nice pictures that will 
be  posted to some very interesting web sites and all the addresses in your 
phone  and your laptop.  But not tonight lady tree whore, tomorrow about 
the time  they find you.  You might be the next UTube sensation."  The  man 
opening a bottle of water, and drinking noisly as my fat tongue longs  for a 
taste.  Then feeling the water wetting my face as he spit it out at  me.
    The  men driving away into the night, their pickup a distance sound and 
then just the  normal sounds of the night woods. 
    The  long night of sleepless and then unconsciousness alternating as 
the pain recedes  and then starts again.  My body itching as I rub my peppered 
cunt against  the tree trunk.  The as morning appraches or so it seems, 
feeling the new  torture as bugs find the sweet syrup.  Feeling them crawling 
all over my  body, spitting some from my mouth and trying to blow them out of 
my nose.   The swelling of my body tightening the already binding  chain.
    The  sun rising and the overnight temperature of 70 or so, climbing as 
the sun moves  up in the sky.  The sun creeping across the meadow and then 
striking my  partially covered, partially exposed body.  Sweating as I feel 
the syrup  loosening again with the heat.  My body not able to even function 
other  then the warm piss running down my thighs and pools around my feet.  
The  mosquitos alternating with the flys and ants in taking bites and 
stinging any  uncovered flesh.
    Waking to the sound of voices in the distance, the sun hot  on my 
fevered skin.  Trying to pull myself from the fog of unconsciousness  that is my 
only respite from the pain and torment.  Knowing that they will  find me 
like this, hoping they will find me, and not miss me as they rest in the  glade.
    Hearing them come into the open field and then hearing a  scream and 
then more, lifting my head weakly as I look at Alana and a man.   Seeing the 
horror in her eyes.  More people moving closer, seeing that the  camoflauge 
of my dirt and leaves hide the body of a middle aged naked  woman.
    As  some in the crowd take pictures, others are trying to figure how to 
free me from  the tree.  911 has been called.  Shirts are drapped around me 
 haphazardly and my panties and bra are pulled from my mouth.  My thick 
lips  and tongue and cheek, causing the water that is slowly poured to dribble 
all  over with little wetting my thirst.
    As  the first calls for emergency vehicles goes over the radios, a man 
listening to  the calls, pushes buttons on the cell phone and the laptop to 
send pictures to  all  in my address book.  Link already worked up and send 
to a number  of eco sites and BDSM sites and chatrooms.  A flood of pictures 
showing the  article from last week's paper, about the "Wood Nymph" who is 
saving the  environment.  The article nailed above an oak tree, in a woods 
on the edge  of a glade.  The wood nymph herself now part of the oak tree, as 
she is  chained securely with boughs and leaves spring from her body and 
orifices.   Pictures showing the wording on her back, then the foliage 
sprouting from her  body..........the sign.  above her head with the newspaper  
article.......       Wood Nymph, whore of the  woods, beware Tree Huggers, you 
may really end up fucked by a  tree...........
    
   
       
   
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