Chapter 1: Violated by the Evil Trees

Violated by the Evil Trees

 

By Ivaran Kealar

 

1.

 

The wind whistled in this dark and gloomy night. Five Michigan State University students – in their twenties – decided to take a vacation in an isolated cabin in rural Tennessee.

The students found an old tape recorder and an ominous book in the cellar. Unwittingly, the students played this recording, and an incantation from the evil book was read aloud.

Unfortunately, the students awakened a terrible evil within the woods. The ancient evil is restless. It now has free license to possess living beings – especially humans.

 

 

2.

 

The invisible force traversed the exterior of the cabin. It was looking for the perfect prey. The force of evil closely monitored the five humans preparing for bed. It watched Shelly remove her shirt – revealing her breasts. It now had a perverse idea to capture a female.

However, Shelly and Linda had Ash and Scotty protecting them.

The evil force circled the cabin – to find a woman to corrupt.

Soon, the evil force found a suitable candidate – Cheryl Williams.

 

 

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Cheryl was all alone in her bedroom, preparing to go to bed.

Cheryl had her white robe on. She brushed her chestnut hair.

After putting the brush down, Cheryl looked at a weird drawing.

Earlier, her right hand took on a life of its own and drew a mysterious book.  

Cheryl heard a strange voice. She felt she was being watched.

Donning her light brown moccasin slippers, Cheryl left the cabin.

She looked around – the area suddenly seemed a lot foggier.

Cheryl was mesmerized. She had to find the source of that voice.

Ignoring her intuition, Cheryl delved deeper into the woods.

 

 

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Cheryl had underestimated how far she’d walked into the dark woods.

Her moccasin slippers crushed the dead leaves and twigs on the ground.

Unconsciously, Cheryl stopped. Her body told her this was the right spot.

“Hello?” Cheryl called out, expecting someone to answer.

She looked around. All she could see were trees, mist and darkness.

“I know someone’s out there,” she cried, expecting a response.

Once again, nothing happened. Cheryl stood alone in the dark woods.

“I heard you,” she tried again, with urgency, “I heard you in the cellar.”

Again, there was nothing. Cheryl swallowed hard. She was totally alone.

Cheryl jumped up. She heard some weird sounds in the woods.

Cheryl silenced a gasp with her hand. She looked and saw nothing.

There were disturbing moans coming out of the dark.

A number of trees were felled – struck by a powerful invisible force.

Cheryl shrieked. Her heart raced. She looked around and didn't see a thing.

Cheryl felt faint. She couldn’t stop crying. She suddenly had a small pain in her chest.

Cheryl looked back – her eyes widened in disbelief. Something had defied reality.

The way back was blocked – several trees now stood before her.

Cheryl fruitlessly searched for a gap in the trees. It was hopeless. Her frustration bubbled. She couldn’t stop trembling. Her need for escape had increased tenfold. As she looked she saw she was trapped here like a prisoner. Something lured her here on purpose. She found it difficult to breathe properly. Her intrusive thoughts said she was going to die here. Her legs felt weak. Cheryl then saw the identity of her attackers – which had contradicted reality.

Numerous vines and roots now made their way to Cheryl.

Several vines and roots snaked across the forest ground.

Other vines and roots rose in the air towards Cheryl.

Cheryl shrieked. She couldn't run away. She was soon bombarded.

Cheryl batted away the vines and roots as if they were perverted tentacles.

Without warning, a thick root wound around her neck and fastened.

Cheryl coughed. She felt the thick root give her throat a firm squeeze.

She fruitlessly fought back against the onslaught of the vines and roots.

The roots and vines opened Cheryl's robe and ripped it gradually.

Cheryl’s slender legs were exposed and presented to the trees.

Several vines coiled around Cheryl's slender legs – detaining her.

There was no chance for Cheryl to escape. She wept in the darkness.

Cheryl carefully reached out with her left arm and grabbed a tall sapling.

Cheryl watched with horror – the roots and vines tore her bathrobe.

The roots and vines violently tore off Cheryl’s robe quite successfully.

Once Cheryl’s robe was removed, the roots and vines dragged it away.

Numerous vines ripped Cheryl’s burgundy shirt and even scratched her.

With her eyes closed, Cheryl opened her mouth and began to howl.

Several vines ripped off the buttons of Cheryl’s shirt – exposing her breasts.

Cheryl opened her eyes. She was quick to use her free arm to cover herself.

The creepers on Cheryl's legs shifted – they fastened tightly on her ankles.

One root quickly tied around Cheryl's left wrist – it fastened tightly.

Cheryl looked down in horror. She saw the roots grab her blue panties.

The roots wormed their way inside – Cheryl moaned with dismay.

Cheryl squirmed uneasily. She felt her pussy being stroked by the crawlers.

The roots interwove into the panty fabric, and tore it completely to shreds.

Cheryl’s arse and pussy were now exposed and completely vulnerable.

Cheryl tightened her grip on the sapling and clenched her teeth.

The roots on her ankles, and her left wrist, gave the hardest tug possible.

Cheryl let go. She was flung backwards. Her back met the ground. She grunted.

Cheryl sat up straight. She was frantic. She knew she had to get back to the cabin.

Cheryl frantically attempted to detach the root that was tied around her left wrist.

However, when she felt some resistance, she folded her arms over her chest.

She needed to protect her breasts. She even closed her legs, just to be safe.

While Cheryl was distracted, the roots removed her moccasins – uncovering her feet.

Cheryl cried after losing the fight. Her left arm was forced aside and pinned down.

Unfortunately, Cheryl was forced to lie back down again. She fought to no avail.

Cheryl’s legs pulled against the vines on her ankles – but it was useless.

Suddenly, a thick root carefully fastened around her right wrist in triple knots.

Cheryl felt a little resistance. She didn’t want to lose. She needed to protect her breasts.

A vine briefly coiled around Cheryl’s left breast – giving it a firm, yet, gentle squeeze.

Cheryl let out a soft whimper from her parted lips. The gentle breast squeeze relaxed her.

Finally, Cheryl wailed. She watched in horror as her right arm was yanked aside.

The roots firmly pinned down both of her arms – making Cheryl’s escape impossible.

Cheryl wriggled and writhed. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her mouth was dry.

Cheryl lifted her head a little and moaned with dismay as the vines immobilised her.

The roots slowly pulled Cheryl’s legs wide open – until she was spread-eagled.

One stick briefly stroked Cheryl's pussy lips, slowly, focusing on labia and clitoris.

Cheryl whimpered softly. She shook her head. She rejected the reality of the situation.

Her rebellious body responded to the illicit touches she received from the demonic trees.

Numerous roots entered the sleeves of Cheryl’s burgundy shirt and wove into the fabric.

Cheryl stared in horror. She shook her head with alarm. She begged and pleaded.

The roots tore the burgundy shirt to shreds – rendering poor Cheryl completely naked.

Finally, Cheryl cried, “No! No! Stop! Stop! Ashley! Ashley, help! Please, God!”

Cheryl shrieked. Her head was pulled back. Her head hit the ground. She gazed up.

A thick root wrapped around Cheryl’s forehead – keeping her head nice and still.

Tears spilled on Cheryl's cheeks. She cried shrilly. She wriggled frantically.

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Several roots wrapped around Cheryl's shapely thighs, and they squeezed firmly.

Cheryl fought back against the vines, but it was fruitless. Her head raced in her chest. Her fight or flight kicked into overdrive. She knew these perverted trees planned on raping her. Her intrusive thoughts told her that her brother and her friends wouldn’t find her here. Not only was she afraid of the trees raping her. She thought they would rape her to death.

Numerous roots caressed Cheryl – they focused on her nipples and breasts.

Cheryl’s nipples were hardened from the cold, and were sensitive from the touch.

Cheryl shut her eyes tight. She whimpered, “Please! Someone! Anyone! Save me!”

Cheryl felt a familiar tingling sensation in her body – she was becoming aroused.

The trees were going to rape her. Her body responded. It was an absolute nightmare. Cheryl could not do a thing to stop it, though. The trees had her bound to the ground pretty well. She was afraid that they would break her. She didn’t want to submit to the trees.

The trees played with Cheryl's left breast first: They used the tip to start from Cheryl's nipple – it slipped outward, smoothing the chest and using slight pressure.

Cheryl clenched her teeth. She struggled with her restraints. She wept with anguish. She thought, ‘Oh fuck! They’re touching my breasts! I can’t stop them! Help me!’

The tree roots slowly touched the circumference of Cheryl's left chest. Then, the roots lifted Cheryl's breast up a little and massaged Cheryl's left breast like moulding clay.

Gradually, the gnarly roots used gentle massage movements to twist Cheryl’s left breast in a clockwise motion – which caused Cheryl to whimper and moan sensitively.

The gnarly roots alternated between the moulding and torsion of Cheryl's left breast clockwise and counter-clockwise. It cupped the side of Cheryl’s left breast near Cheryl's now erect nipple: it pressed down and out with a firm and gentle massage.

Cheryl released an inhuman grunt from her lungs. Her body reacted to the illicit breast massage. An orgasm gradually built up inside her. She pushed it down as much as she could.

The gnarly roots played with Cheryl's right breast: They avoided Cheryl's nipple – it was sliding outside, smoothing Cheryl's breast and using a slight pressure.

Cheryl's lower lip shook, while she wailed. She snorted out of her nostrils. She whimpered, “Stop! No! Please! Help! Let! Me! Go! Please! Let! Me! Go! Help! Help me!”

She hated the fact that whenever she spoke, her words dripped with unwanted arousal.

The gnarly roots, however, proceeded to caress the circumference of Cheryl's right breast. Then the root carefully lifted Cheryl's breast a bit and massaged it like kneading dough.

The gnarly roots then used soft massage motions to twist Cheryl's right breast in a clockwise direction. They alternated between moulding and twisting Cheryl's left breast clockwise and counter-clockwise. Next, the gnarly roots cupped the side of Cheryl’s right breast near Cheryl's now erect nipple. The roots moved down and out with a firm but gentle massage. After the torturous teasing the roots massaged Cheryl’s firm breasts nonstop.

Cheryl chanted, “Ashley! Scotty! Linda! Shelly! Please! Save me! I’m! Being! Rapes! By! Trees! The! Woods! Are! Raping! Me! This! Isn’t! Real! No! Stop! Jesus! Oh! God! Ah!”

Cheryl thought, ‘Someone save me! Please save me! Stop massaging my breasts! Let me go! Let me go! Ashley! Ashley, help me! Please, Ashley, save me! Ashley! Ashley, help!

‘This isn’t happening! This isn’t real! I’m being raped by the trees! This is a nightmare! I need to wake up! I need to wake up right now! Ashley, please save me! Please, save me now!

‘How are the trees doing this? How are they raping me? Are they going to impregnate me? How the hell is this happening? This can’t be real! Stop! Please! Some save me!’

The tree roots caused Cheryl's breasts to swell and nearly cut off circulation. The roots massaged her breasts nonstop. Other vines tugged and milked her turgid pink nipples.

Cheryl opened her mouth wider. She gasped hard. Her lips quivered. Her hands balled into fists. Her urge to protect her breasts kicked in. She pulled against the restraining roots.

The roots manipulated Cheryl’s breasts and nipples continuously: They alternated between giving her rough squeezes and gentle squeezes. They quickened the nipple play.

Cheryl’s eyes opened wide. She felt a tree root violently enter her tight anus.

Her lips quivered as her mouth opened wide. She released a hoarse cry.

Cheryl closed her eyes again. She grimaced. She failed to close her mouth. She failed to stop the illicit moans that rose from her lungs. She fought harder against the bonds.

The root in her arsehole delved deeper and deeper, and moved to and fro endlessly.

Reluctantly, Cheryl moaned, “Scotty! Linda! Ashley! Anyone! Please! Help...!”

To her horror, Cheryl couldn’t suppress the arousal that now bubbled within her.

Cheryl attempted to get up. She wanted to break free from her bonds. She whined.

Against her will, Cheryl groaned, “Stop! Raping! Me! Please! This! Hurts! Oh! God! Wake! Up! Please! No! More! Please! Help! Uh! Fuck! Please! Ah! Stop! Oh! Ooh!”

Cheryl thought, ‘Please stop! Please stop! Let me go! Please let me go! Help me! Someone save me! The trees are raping me! The trees won’t stop raping me! Why?

‘This is a nightmare! Save me, please! Ashley, where are you? Shelly? Scotty? Linda? God, why the hell did the cabin have to be in the middle of nowhere? I can’t break free!’ 

Reluctantly, Cheryl moaned, “Ah! Oh! Uh! No! Ooh! God! Please! Stop! Please! Have! Mercy! Oh! Fuck! Oh! Jesus! Oh! Lord! Ashley! Help! Shelly! Help! Linda! Help! Ooh!”

Cheryl’s nostrils flared. She was sweating profusely. She was breathing heavier. Her head jerked about. Her lips curled. She went red in the face. She dug her nails into her palms.

Eventually, a strong tremor rocked Cheryl’s body – her hips bucked over and over. Her mouth was wide open. Her eyes were closed. Her uncertain moans deafened the woods.

Cheryl whimpered, “Let! Me! Go! Ugh! God! Help! Please! Ashley? Linda? Scotty? Shelly? Help! Getting! Raped! By! Trees! This! Isn’t! Real! God! Why? Me? Why? Me?

“Oh fuck...! Oh crap...! Oh no...! Oh ship...! Please stop...! Stop...! Please...! No more...! Stop...! Ashley...! Shelly...! Scotty...! Linda...! Save me...! Please...! Please...! Stop...!”

Cheryl’s body abated. She lost her stamina. She panted for air. She cried so hard.

Her face reddened from shame. She realised the trees had got an orgasm out of her.

Cheryl whimpered, “Please... Please... No more... No more... Let me go...!”

Smaller roots carefully bound Cheryl’s feet and toes – they now massaged slowly. They made sure to focus on her heels, the balls beneath her toes, and every joint on her toes.

Cheryl wept and groaned. Her body felt a strong tingling sensation. The illicit foot massage seemed to be relaxing her body – calming it down. She wanted to return home.

A hook-tipped tree root slithered across the ground – taking its sweet time. The tree root slowly penetrated Cheryl’s pussy – making her whine – and soon found its prize.

Cheryl’s eyes suddenly widened with shock. She shrieked. She fought for liberty again. Her G-spot was being manipulated by the hook-tipped tree root. Her eyes shut tight. She clenched her teeth, hoping to restrain her groans, but it served no purpose. Her mouth opened once again. However, to her panic her arousal bubbled within her body – she couldn’t stop it.

The hook-tipped root rubbed and pressed Cheryl’s G-Spot mercilessly. It was no different to someone’s long fingers rubbing Cheryl’s G-Spot in a “come here” motion.

Cheryl's body shuddered unwillingly. She struggled for air. She sweated profusely. Her toes curled. Her shaking hands made fists. She hopelessly pulled against her restraints.

Cheryl’s high-pitched moans escaped, “No! Not there! Please! Not there! It’s too intense! Oh, God! Stop raping me! Please stop raping me! No! Don’t make me squirt! No! Stop!

“No! No! No! Oh! Jesus! Oh! God! Oh! Shit! Oh! Fuck! Ashley! Scotty! Linda! Help! Help me! Please! Please! Don’t make me come! Please don’t make me come! Have mercy! No!

“Trees don’t rape people! This can’t be real! Wake up, Cheryl! Wake up! This is a nightmare! Oh! Ah! No! Oh! Ooh! Ugh! Stop! Please stop! Please stop this! Have mercy!

“Ah! Oh! Uh! Ah! Ugh! Ooh! Wake up! Please! Wake up! Cheryl! Wake up! Please! Fuck! My body! Fuck! These trees! Why? Isn’t anyone saving me? Oh, God! Dear Lord! Stop!

“Oh please! Oh please stop! Stop! Ashley? Scotty? Linda? Shelly! Don’t make me come! Please don’t make me squirt! Oh! It hurts! It hurts like hell! Have mercy! Please! No more!

“Ah! No! Oh! No! Oh crap! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh no! Oh, Christ! This is too much! Please, please stop! Please stop! Why me? Help me! Ashley? Scotty? Linda? Shelly? Oh!”

Cheryl was unable to clench her teeth. The G-Spot abuse was too much to handle. She kept telling herself this was a nightmare she was having. However, the unwanted arousal was far too real. The binding roots were too tough to break. Her body quaked against her will.

Cheryl whimpered, “Don’t rape me all night long! Oh god this feels like torture! Please, stop! No more! Don’t do this! Please stop this! Someone save me! Oh no! Please, no! Stop!

“Oh shit! Oh, God! Oh, Lord! Oh fuck! Oh crap! Shelly! Ashley! Linda! Scotty! Anyone! Oh fuck! Oh no! Save me! Please! Stop this! Oh! Ah! Ugh! Ooh! Uh! I can’t hold on! Ah!

“Oh fuck no! Oh, God, no! I can feel it! I can’t push it down! I feel like I’m gonna come! You’re gonna make me come! Please don’t make me come! Have mercy! Please stop! No!”

Eventually, multiple orgasms slammed into Cheryl hard. Her body shuddered tremendously. Her hips bucked wildly. She had squirted hard. Her love juice gushed out. Cheryl felt lightheaded. She gasped. The world spun around and around. She whimpered.

The hook-tipped root slid out of Cheryl’s pussy – it was coated with Cheryl’s juices.

The inside of Cheryl’s pussy was wet and moist – ready for the main tree root.

Cheryl sobbed. She realised she’d squirted. No one had made her come before. There were so many nights she had wished for someone to make her come. She felt cheap.

Finally, a thick root – the diameter of a garden cucumber – made its way to Cheryl.

The thick root penetrated Cheryl – which made her arch her back and gasp. It delved deeper and bumped into Cheryl’s cervical wall. The root moved to and fro. It mercilessly stretched Cheryl’s inner walls. Each relentless thrust caused the tip to bump the cervical wall.

Cheryl whimpered. She moaned. Her stamina was depleted. She had felt the roots on her ankles slacken a little. She moved her legs back and forth, hoping to break free. She balled her hands into fists again. She fought to be liberated. She couldn’t push her feelings down. Her body had a life of its own. Her defiant hips gyrated to the rhythm of the intrusive root.

Against her will, Cheryl moaned, “Stop raping me! Please stop raping me! Ashley! Ashley, save me! Let me go! I can’t take anymore of this! Please stop! Stop thrusting! Please! No!

“Please stop! Please stop thrusting! Stop thrusting! It hurts! It hurts so much! Uh, God! Uh, God! Uh, God! Help me, Ashley! Help me! I, I can’t hold on! Oh no! Oh fuck! Oh shit!

 “Ashley? Scotty? Linda? Shelly? Help me! Please, save me! Let me go! Let me go! I, I can’t hold on! Please! Please, stop! Stop raping me! This isn’t happening! Please wake up!”

Cheryl knew she couldn’t hold on much longer. She knew that her mind was snapping. Her body responded to what the trees were doing to her. The arousal was far too much for her to handle. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She couldn’t hold back her reluctant moans.

“Ah! Oh! Uh! Ooh! Ugh! Too much! It’s too much! Oh, God! No! Please! Please stop! I! I can’t take it! I! I wanna go home! Please! Let me leave! Ashley? Save me! Anyone! Please!

“Please have mercy! Please let me go! Please release me! I don’t want this! Please, save me, Ashley! I, I can’t break free! I can’t hold on! Help! Help me! Please! No! Oh, God! No!

“Ah! Uh! Ooh! Uh! Oh crap! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh no! Oh, Lord! Oh, Christ! Oh, God! Oh please! No! No! Not again! Please! No more! Stop! Have mercy! Stop this! Please!

“I’m gonna orgasm again...! I’m gonna orgasm again...! Ah! Oh! Uh! Ooh! Ugh! God! Jesus! Mercy! Please! No! More! Please! Stop! Feeling! Lightheaded! Can’t! Resist! Oh!”

Soon, another climax hit Cheryl hard, causing her to spasm and shiver. Her unwanted arousal broke her. She couldn’t stop sweating. She fought for air. It was as though she'd surfaced after diving underwater. She was pretty lightheaded. The evil force had won.

Cheryl’s cervical wall opened up – the thrusting root slammed deeper in her pussy.

Cheryl trembled unbelievably. Her body tingled. She softly gasped, “Oh, Christ...!”

The chunky tree root managed to find an even greater treasure – Cheryl’s A-spot. As it resumed its mercilessly thrusting, its tip bumped into Cheryl’s A-spot – like hitting a doorbell. The tree root moved aggressively – Cheryl’s vaginal halls tightened around it.

Cheryl quaked. She gasped hard. Her head swam around and around. Her eyes rolled into the back of her skull. Her legs moved in a sensual scissoring motion. She was broken.

The root around her forehead had become loose, which allowed her to move her head.

Cheryl had no control over this. Her heart pounded in her chest. The constant breast massage and anal kept her arousal high. The thoughts of wanting to break free dissolved.

Eagerly, Cheryl moaned, “Ah! Oh! Uh! Ooh! Ugh! Ah! Oh! Yes! Oh yes! Dear God! Oh, Jesus! Oh fuck! Oh, Lord! Oh, baby! Oh, honey! Keep going! Give it to me! Please! Please!

“Please don’t stop! Please don’t stop, master! Make me come again! Make me come harder this time! We have all night, master! Keep going! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Give it to me! Give it to me rough, master! This pussy is all yours! Oh, it fucking aches! I can take it! I can take it, master! Give it to me hard! Oh shit! I need it!

“Don’t untie me yet! Please don’t untie me yet! I need it! I love it! I want it! Oh, please give it to me, master! Fuck! This is better than when I used to finger myself! Oh yes! Yes!

“Ruin me! Ruin my pussy! Shoot your entire load in my pussy, master! Please, please don’t hold back! Fuck, your root is so thick! It’s longer than a cock! Fuck me raw, please!”

A quivering smile stretched Cheryl’s face. Rapturous tears poured down her face. Her mouth alternated between opening and closing. Her nostrils flared. Her eyelids twitched. Time seemed meaningless here. She had no idea whether minutes or hours had passed.

The root thrusting in Cheryl’s pussy took its sweet time. The lubrication of Cheryl’s pussy aided its relentless thrusting. It was way thicker than any toy she ever used on herself.

Cheryl fervently whined, “You own me! You own this pussy! Don’t stop! Don’t stop, master! Give it to me! Fuck me raw! Fuck me hard! Fuck me into a coma, baby! Please!

“Do whatever you want with me! Treat me like your whore! Treat me like your sex slave! I’ll be yours! I’ll be yours forever, master! Promise me more of this! Please! I need it, baby!

“I want you to dominate me all night long, master! I want you to fuck me into a coma! I want you to fill my pussy full of your sap! Give it to me, master! Give me all of your sap!

“Oh god that feels so fucking good! Your root is better than my dildo, baby! Don’t hold back! I can take it! I can take it, master! Give it to me good! Oh yes! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!

“Oh shit! Oh yes! Oh fuck! Oh, God! Oh, Jesus! Oh, Lord! Don’t stop! Keep going! Give it to me, baby! Give it to me all night long! Make me come again! Please! Please don’t stop!

“That’s perfect! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop! Give it to me, darling! Oh, baby! Oh, honey! Oh, master! Say my name! Say my name! Fuck me! Fuck me, master! Oh yes! Yes!

“You’re the best, baby! You’re the greatest! This hurts! It feels so fucking amazing! Your root is so thick and long, darling! Fuck me all night long! Make me your whore! Yes! Yes!

“Do whatever you want with me! You own me! I’m all yours! I’m not going anywhere! We have all night to fuck, baby! God, you feel so good inside of me! Oh, Jesus! This is heaven!

“Thank you for this wonderful night! I needed this! I needed to get laid! God, I needed someone to fuck my brains out! Thank you! Thank you so much! Don’t stop! Please!

“My legs are shaking, baby! My heart is pounding! I can’t stop sweating! I’m so fucking wet for you! I’m so wet for you, baby! This feels so fucking amazing! Please! Don’t stop!

“Keep going! Don’t stop! I’m almost there! I’m getting closer, baby! Give it to me rough! I can take it! Don’t hold back! Don’t hold back, baby! Yes! Yes! I’m coming! I’m coming!”

Cheryl’s words were true. Her hips bucked and trembled. She felt herself squirting hard. She felt lightheaded. She was now on cloud nine. Her resolve for leaving had dissolved. This was a million times better compared to her masturbation sessions. She fought to breathe. She couldn't stop grinning. She felt dizzy. It felt like she was falling. Cheryl trembled greatly.

“Oh yes..! Oh crap...! Oh, Christ...! Oh, Lord...! Oh, baby...! Oh, master...! Oh, darling...! Oh, honey...! Oh fuck...! Oh shit...! Oh, doll...! Oh, Christ...! Thank you...! Thank you...!”

Cheryl relaxed. She gasped. She whimpered. Her head rested on the ground. She passed out. Cheryl trembled from the aftershock of her orgasms. Yet, she was out for the count.

Finally, the root stopped thrusting. It shuddered hard and ejaculated its sticky sap.

The root ejaculated so much sap that it flowed out of Cheryl’s abused pussy.

The tree root slowly left Cheryl’s pussy – coated in sap and Cheryl’s juices, too.

Also, the vines soon released Cheryl and left her lying there – naked and abused.

 

The End

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