Message-ID: <63650asstr$1450444202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com From: RavensDrkGothic@aol.com Full-name: RavensDrkGothic X-Original-Message-ID: <76cd89.3d103be3.43a4a0d4@aol.com> x-aol-global-disposition: G x-aol-sid: 3039ac1aded0567346d542d6 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 17 Dec 2015 18:35:49 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Tree Hugger (MMF, Rape, Torture) X-Original-Subject: (no subject) Lines: 342 Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2015 08:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2015/63650> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge 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........... <1st attachment begin> <HTML removed pursuant to http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/erotica/assm/faq.html#policy> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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