It deals with demons, demon resurrection and those forces which roam the forests and dark bowers of man's domain. The first few pages warn that these enduring creatures may lie dormant but are never truly dead. The book speaks of a spiritual presence, a thing of evil, that may be recalled to active life through the incantations presented by this book. It is through recitation of these passages that the demons are given license to…possess…the living."

Last night Henrietta tried to…kill me…

I know now that my wife has become host to a K'ndarian demon. I fear that the only way to stop those possessed by the spirits of the book is through the act of bodily dismemberment. I must leave now to avoid this horror but, for myself, I…I have seen the dark shadows moving in the woods and I have no doubt that whatever I have resurrected through this book is sure to come calling…for me…"

Something vast and dark moved beneath the glaring yellow lights of the cabin and glided by each of the streaming windows, growling and murmuring in unison against the piercing beams that fell straight through their invisible and intangible forms. In the ancient days, before the desperate retreat beyond the realms of science and reason, they had rushed nightly before each sunset like a sweeping black gale, unknown to men except for the vague terror that their presence aroused among the flesh-ridden mortals. Each night the moonlit darkness inevitably revealed their true shapes to the cowering beasts who served them at once as worshippers and victims; that, however, was millennia ago.

They looked in upon the bedroom and found the girl sitting beside her bedroom window, brushing her long golden-blonde hair, exactly as they had sensed her in the half-forgotten nightmares of the abyss. This one had just taken a shower and she wore a white bathrobe over her short brown nightshirt, using the loose folds of her sleepwear as a shield just as she used her long pleated skirts and loose blouses during the day. She imagined herself a conservative and responsible woman, but they knew her better than that--they saw past all the pretensions mortals created for themselves and each other, fabrications that human beings imagined would protect them from the dark things Outside.

This woman-child cowered beneath her layers of shapeless cloth, trying stubbornly to conceal the outer curves and inner vitality of her body, even more so from herself than from the four who shared this cabin with her. She had come alone to this forest, with no confidants, and they felt within her power and sensitivity that allowed her alone among all the previous transgressors to understand just what sin she had committed and to know the horror that would soon come of it. The others could never hear their voices until they spoke through mortal flesh, but this one was different; they could speak to her as a chorus of spirits irresistibly calling out to another spirit, one too lonely to resist…

"Join us."

She had come to this cabin with her brother and his lover, his best friend and his friend's lover, and those four had left her alone this night to be with each other. She stared into the darkness outside the window and they stared back into her peering eyes, sensing and relishing the fear and abandonment she felt at being left alone on this night. Her friends felt no reason to feel guilty for their desertion but she understood better than they did; this is what made her so especially vulnerable. She was different from the others who had come with her to these woods or even the two that had first awakened them; this one was an artist, a poet, possessing the wisdom that might have made her a priestess in an earlier epoch. Even so, they knew her modern skepticism would keep her from seeking out her brother's help.

She held the greatest conflict and turmoil of all the intruders, the knowledge of the ancients and the modern disbelief of that knowledge, the trappings of innocence and the desires of womanhood, the beauty of an artist and the loneliness of an infant. They watched her fasten her bathrobe around her waist and walk out of the bedroom, and they glided around the cabin to watch the girl emerge alone from the back door of the cabin, her absence unnoticed by any of her friends. She had been alone like tonight throughout her life, a victim of the new religions which denied the unseen and dismissed those who insisted upon seeing, and they knew that she had never once considered seeking out the others.

They looked back upon her as she stared out into the darkness and listened to the chirping song of her thoughts. They felt within her the horror of human touch that a lifetime of loneliness and isolation had inflicted upon her; they knew all about the endless yearning for physical contact that rose from her instincts and filled her innermost being with tension. They knew well the trembling fear and secret guilt that such tensions brought out within her otherwise rational mind. Most importantly, they knew just how fragile her sanity would become if the paradox of touch without others were resolved and she were to perceive the true mastery of flesh over every belief she mistakenly considered to be her soul.

The others would suffer through fear and convert one another through physical pain and torment; this one would suffer as well--but her suffering would be different from all the others. They would shatter her soul through all the fears of youth and beauty just as they had crushed the old woman through all the fears of age and death. They rejoiced as she walked out into the darkness, for she would be the first…

Cheryl looked into the forest for some hint of the presence that she had imagined outside her bedroom window. She trembled in the frigid night air and almost turned around to retreat into the warmth of the cabin until a sudden dreadful thought rose in the back of her thoughts, one too frightening for her to bear facing or bringing into words. The dancing shadows of the forest twisted across the landscape and she tried to remind herself that this rotted black grove was the same ordinary forest she had seen on the sunlit road to the cabin. Something seemed to lurk within the woods, watching her from among the trees and beckoning to her with its skeletal tree-branch fingers, and she shuddered at the horrible images the feeling brought to her mind. She flushed at the embarrassing fright Scott had invoked with that demon recitation tape he'd found in the basement and, with sudden bravado, she called into the darkness.

"Is anybody out there?"

Vast gray columns seemed to rise out of the rolling mists and a faint ringing silence blanketed the blasted landscape, unrelieved by birdsong or animal rustling. The mist glided over the ground like some living thing, an animal prowling among the dead trees for its victim.

She had not actually expected an answer and none came from the shadowy forms and mast-like trees that rose out of the pale mists. She stepped nervously through the waving shadows and dead fallen leaves that surrounded the cabin and glanced back as the flickering lights of the cabin slowly grew dim behind her. The cabin seemed to drift away from her as though it were floating in an ocean of mist and she reminded herself that she was the one moving into the black woods with each reluctant footstep, that the drifting cabin behind her was actually fixed. Cheryl crossed her arms over the subtle curves of her chest at the icy touch of a chill wind and looked around at the rising tree-branches that surrounded the receding cabin. Nothing breathed in the silent darkness and she idly wondered what had become of the squirrels and other wildlife that normally inhabited overgrown forests like this one; even in the autumn chill of October she had often seen squirrels roaming her hometown in Michigan. Something about the total silence of the dead forest struck her as vaguely foreboding and beneath her curiosity rose a sudden urge to return to the safety and normalcy of her brother and his college friends. The half-formed idea drifted out of her mind as she passed by his car and she rubbed both her arms for warmth while looking deeper into the darkness for whatever she had heard outside her window.

The trees seemed to drift towards her out of the swirling white mists and she vaguely imagined that they were actually moving around her, devouring the trail that alone led back out of the woods. They seemed to surround her, taking up positions like the vast towering spires and monstrous black guards of a prison, and yet still beckoning her deeper into the hidden depths of the forest. She stared curiously into the darkness and began to step quickly over the piles of dried leaves, entranced by the mysterious summons, as she neared the edge of the woods. She held out one hand before her to brush away the hanging branches and stepped past a curtain of bare willow-stems and fallen tree-limbs, barely glancing back as the cabin vanished completely behind her.

The harvest moon glowed orange in the cloud-filled sky and began to fade behind a torrent of gathering storm clouds that swept and covered the stars. A blanket of twisting ethereal bodies that might have been human wrestled across the sky. Moonlight shimmered against the trailing mists that seemed to rise and sink through the countless dead trees littering the forest. The split tree-limbs and cracked hanging branches seemed to beckon like will o' the wisps in the dim orange glow, luring the unwary deeper into the unknown depths of the primordial woods. This forest had stood through countless centuries: long before this girl's ancestors had arrived, the natives knew enough to avoid it--except for those few tribes with the misfortune to live too close to the forest's edge. They had learned to accept the barbarisms of human sacrifice and sent virgin maidens into the forest every autumn when the world of nature began its ritual death. The maiden never returned from the forest alive; if they were lucky, she didn't return at all, and they survived another year in the shadows of the "Forest of the Dead."

The tall grasses along the outside of the woods shook with soft movement and the young woman appeared as a pale apparition against the darkness of the surrounding trees. Her white bathrobe seemed to hover and drift among the grasses, like a mute ghost drifting among the tombstones of its own graveyard, and the cloth darkened behind the shadows of the overhanging branches. The moon struggled to light a path through the darkness overhead while the storms rallied and pressed forward against the moonlight, finally blotting out the full orange disk and eclipsing the night in a faintly crimson darkness. The young coed seemed to vanish within the shadows of the forest and the moon finally gave way to thundering darkness. The grasses rustled for a second longer and grew still as she crossed past their boundary and stepped beneath the hanging boughs of the forest. The trees seemed to pull against their roots and a faint creaking filled the otherwise silent air. A single glimpse of the young woman's bathrobe escaped the darkness before the woods engulfed her fragile form completely.

Cheryl walked quietly through the thick branches and twisting trunks of the forest, stepping down into a small leaf-filled hollow that seemed to have formed over a sinkhole; she imagined for a moment that she smelled sulfur among the scent of wet rotting leaves and bark. She walked further down into the middle of the thick grove, tugging her gown away from the clinging twigs and bushes all around her, and drew back a small bare sapling from her path as she stepped into the leaf-strewn clearing. She could feel something watching her in the forest, something that she had dimly recognized ever since they first arrived at the cabin for school break. She stared out into the forest as she remembered the sketch she had tried to make earlier, even before Scott and Ash had played the old tape-recording. Something out of the forest had called to her then as well, and had forced her to draw something horrible, something that she would only describe as an inhuman face leering out of the abyss. Moments later the trap-door leading into the cellar had nearly beaten itself off its hinges and, despite everyone's assurances, she knew that something horrible lurked in the darkness beneath the cabin. She looked slowly around, her slim body shivering in the chill wind, trying to gather the courage to call into the woods, to confront whatever had been watching her and troubling her ever since she'd first arrived at the cabin.

"I know someone’s out there!"

The woods seemed to stare out of the mists and deep into her soul, the leafless trees and rotted stumps becoming strange living things swimming through the fog. She could almost imagine the vines crawling like snakes through this dead, putrefied forest. The grove had somehow ceased to resemble anything real and instead seemed to assume all the twisting countenance of a primeval wood, where Grendel lurked in the shadows and wicked stepmothers cast spells upon the trees themselves.

"I heard you," she pleaded into the silent forest, "I heard you in the cellar!"

Her face flicked with the shadows of waving tree branches as she stared expectantly into the lonely darkness for some revelation, something to confirm what she had felt and to assure her that she hadn't simply lost her mind. The bare lifeless trees creaked slightly and she pressed her lips together as she began to wonder if perhaps her friends were right about the incantations and log entries simply being a ghost story--if she had walked alone into the forest for no reason. Every direction seemed to stretch away into the endless wood and she felt a rising lump of panic in her throat as she looked around for the same trail that she had almost certainly followed into the forest. Something suddenly cracked the dry branches behind her and, at once forgetting her doubts, she twisted her head to face the intruder.

A few slender trees that had been stripped bare of leaves and bark stood out against the night and the cracking emerged again from a small grove of trees several feet away. She strained her eyes, trying to make out the shifting black shadows that seemed to flicker among the leaning trunks. Cheryl turned back around slowly, her gleaming brown eyes growing wide with speechless terror, as the same unearthly sounds seemed to fill the night air. Winding fog covered the black limbs and she remembered for the first time how a falling tree had crashed through the window during the taped recitation that Scott had played earlier that night, its branches outstretched as though it had been trying to grab her. The white fog swept through the forests, reducing the horizon to a pale vacuum without sound or substance She heard something rising beyond the mists and tearing through the trees and branches. It glided over the ground and roared with an obscene chorus of inhuman voices as it smashed its way through the desiccated tree-trunks and swept aside the maze of gnarled branches that barred it from her.

Cheryl suddenly whirled around, her hand flying to her cheek and a small panicked cry rising from her lips, and she scanned the darkness fearfully for the unseen thing that had ripped its way through the forest toward her before fading into silence . She trembled as she looked through the twisted groves and hollows that filled the landscape and realized for the first time how far she had walked into the forest, how truly alone and separate she was from anyone who could help her if something were to happen out here. The white mists rolled across the forest, seeming to intentionally thwart her attempts to find the path that had led into the heart of these woods and would lead her back into the warmth and company of the cabin. She strained her eyes into the mist, trying to discern anything other than vague black shapes that seemed to move and slide behind the thickening billows, then jolted slightly as something seemed to speak out of the shadows in harsh grating syllables that burnt deep within her heart.

The presence rose above the forest again and tore its way through overgrown trails as it neared the hollow that its prey cowered within. Branches twisted all around it as it carved out a long oval tunnel through the tangled branches and knotted trees of the forest. It rushed forward and tore away the weaker trunks and branches as it glided over the rustling leaves that swept in vortices beneath it. It stretched out around the pit and roared with triumph as it engulfed the young woman within its formless grip. Her wide brown eyes darted from one tree to the next as she heard the muted roars and splitting tree-trunks rising from the whole forest at once, imagining that some monstrous army had closed in upon her and had now surrounded her with all its legions. She gasped lightly with silent terror, trying to stay quite so that the things living in the woods would give up looking for her and return to wherever they'd come from.

Pale dirty mists blew across the landscape and she retreated a few steps into the rolling fog from the reaching shapes in the forests beyond the sunken grove, grateful for once that the night had been so foggy and obscure. Something gigantic seemed to push through the ocean of mists, swimming within it like a titanic kraken sounding the abyssal depths of the ocean, and she imagined the goblin voices speaking again from within the fog, calling to her in distorted but horribly lucid syllables.

"Join us…"

Something moved beneath the thick blanket of rust-colored leaves and a black vine emerged from the loose soil, twisting like a snake through the dead brush. Another tendril ripped itself loose from the ground and crawled forward as a long tapering tree-root undulated through the soil and pushed its way forward. The air seemed to shudder slightly as thick ragged tree-boughs creaked and sailed out of the cold moist night, twisting down through the sky and unfurling their branches and limbs against the darkening clouds. The sunken core of the ancient living forest slowly awoke from its enduring sleep, the monstrous buried polyp stretching its blind wooden tendrils for the first time in eons, reaching vaguely toward the sobbing noise that filled the wood and woke the slumbering branches and trees within it.

Something spread open the bottom flaps of Cheryl's bathrobe, exposing the slim tanned legs that had earned her so many unwanted admirers in school. She groaned slightly as thin brown vines twisted around her legs and knees, then looked down with a panicked scream as she saw the vines crawling all over her bare skin. Small branches leaped around her left arm, twisting over the thick terry-cloth of her bathrobe, while small string-like vines looped tightly around her left wrist. She screamed again at the scraping touch of the things against her, then gagged slightly as a thick vine lashed through the air and whipped tightly around her neck. Thin wormy tendrils flew around her right hand, slipping between her fingers and tightening around her knuckles, and she screamed in terror as an onslaught of tree-boughs and crawling vines twisted forward out of the darkness. They fell on top of her, wrapping all around her arms and legs, and she fell back screaming from the writhing mass of leafless branches.

Stiff vines climbed up through the back of her bathrobe and tugged the cloth back from her body. Cheryl grunted at the sudden force pulling down on her from behind and she stretched forward, gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to find something to hold herself upright with. Her outstretched left hand pulled forward against the tugging vines and she trembled as her fingers flexed vainly for something to grab. She forced herself to reach forward, her breath cut short by the tightening loop around her neck and her limbs straining against the pulling vines and branches gripping them. She stretched her trembling hand out still further, then shrieked in triumph as her fingers closed around the nearby sapling that she'd seen when she first entered the grove. Branches sliced through the darkness and she shuddered in horror and revulsion as the sapling twisted one branch up the left sleeve of her white bathrobe. The branch reached up between the long sleeves of her bathrobe and nightshirt and began ripping its way back down the length her arm, tearing the sleeve in two with its broken tip.

Thick red branches pierced the air with their sailing lengths as they reached down towards the flailing girl in their midst. She suddenly gave a long wavering cry, her head slowly tossing back over her shoulders, as the sharp tip of a tree-limb dragged down the back of her bathrobe. The branch tugged and ripped down from her neck to the firm round curve of her bottom, tearing the robe into two ragged pieces. She tossed her head about her shoulders and looked down in confusion and horror as branches moved beneath the remnants of her bathrobe and ripped the white cloth away from her shoulders. She twisted against the gripping branches as they wove themselves into the thick fabric, tearing apart the seams and yanking the tattered robe completely away from her nightie-clad body. Cheryl groaned and trembled at the feeling of the cold night air against her bare legs as the vines and branches tugged her bathrobe out behind her, stretching the fabric like a cape out between her shoulders and the looming forest behind her. Her slim tanned thighs, wrapped over with thick vines and branches, shook as she tried to hold herself upright; the robe finally fell to the ground and several crawlers dragged it away into the darkness.

One of the thin branches stretched across her back suddenly ripped its sharp tip down the back of her burgundy nightshirt, stripping her shirt open down the back and leaving a thin streak of blood. She screamed, her head tossing back against the twisting vines around her neck, and another stem stripped down her back, ripping into the cloth and leaving a long cut down the middle of her back. She cried out and stretched her left arm back out to the sapling as small vines and tendrils lashed all around her open fingers and twisted tightly across the palm of her outstretched hand. Several long black vines stretched across the ground and wrapped in thick tightening loops around her ankles while she tried to reach her vine-clad hand back to the security of the sapling. She screamed as she felt the vines yanking her feet forward from beneath her; her hand flew away from the sapling as she fell, slamming onto her back as her feet kicked upward to reveal for a moment the delicate curves of her inner thighs.

Cheryl lifted her ringing head off the ground and looked around in dazed confusion as the vines and long slender roots began to wrap all across the front of her nightshirt, tying her to the ground like the million Lilliputian threads she'd read about when she was a little girl. She twisted her arms protectively over her chest and groaned weakly as she wrestled against the gripping branches, vainly pulling at her bound shoulders as the crawling vines and stems tore long ragged slashes down the front of her nightie. Cheryl tossed her head up with small cry as she felt the branches and vines grabbing her legs, twisting and tightening over her calves. A long thick crawler, covered with hairy bark, stretched out of the ground and twisted loosely around her bathroom slipper, moving up beside her right foot and twisting along the top of her right leg. The thin bristles tickled her calves as it stretched beneath them and she kicked her legs slightly against the gripping tendrils as the length moved relentlessly upward, brushing along the inside of her leg and caressing the pit of her knee with its flickering hairs.

The ragged branches gripped her wrists tightly, stretching into the darkness as they tugged her folded arms away from her torn nightshirt, and she tossed against the damp ground as she tried to cover herself with her elbows. The branches suddenly yanked her left arm away from her tensed body and she screamed as the branches and crawling vines flung her wrist onto the ground beside her. Cheryl tugged uselessly at her bound hand while several more crawlers emerged from the ground to twist around her left wrist and forearm. She pressed her right hand flat against her left breast, her palm barely covering her left nipple as the sharp branches tore the rest of her shirt open, and felt a sudden rising panic as one long root caught her breast in its grip and squeezed her once tightly.

"Ohh!!-Oh!"

She gave a light surprised gasp as she felt another rough trailing branch pushing up beneath the palm of her hand and rubbing across the cold-erect tip of her left nipple. Her tensed hand relaxed slightly at the touch and she cried out suddenly as the tugging binds around her wrist slammed her right arm onto the wet ground, exposing her full naked breasts and firm pink nipples to the crawling branches.

She lifted her head up against the tight cord of vines around her neck and gasped as she looked down at the vines that had twisted across her legs. The crawling root wound its way up across her right kneecap and stretched over the top of her right thigh while a second tendril coiled tightly around her left thigh and forced her kicking legs onto the ground. The bark-covered feeler brushed its thin hairs across the inner curve of her right thigh and pushed its rough broken tip past the frilly bottom of her nightshirt.

"Ahh-OHHHHH!!!!!"

Cheryl tossed slightly with a sudden cry as she felt the stiff head moving up between her slightly parted thighs, brushing the damp unpantied space between her parted legs. She twisted her thighs vainly while the tightening tendril around her left thigh also reached its tip up past the shadows of her nightie.

"ohh…ohh…ohh!"

She lifted her head from the ground with a series of trembling gasps, her dark eyes wide and her mouth open in stunned confusion. The two lengths rubbed and scraped against her already-erect clitoris and she realized with mortifying horror that she'd first felt it stiffen when her back was being stripped.

She gasped and shook with disbelief as the steady rubbing along her cunt seemed to blend with the coiled vines tugging the tips of her firm breasts. The taut black binds around her ankles began to drag her slipper-clad feet apart and she groaned as she tried to hold her trembling legs closed.

"AAAAHH!! UHH!! UHHHH!!!"

Cheryl moaned suddenly and shuddered as the tendrils and feelers pressed their tips into the middle of her tight labia and slipped inside her forced-open hips. The vines around her ankles pried opened the shadowy space beneath her nightie and she groaned in humiliated despair as the wet tendrils reached between her opening thighs, scraping their wriggling hairs along her unguarded clitoris while the vines spread her legs out to the waiting forest.

"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIHHH!!!"

She looked up into the silent forest and suddenly gave a terrified shriek as a thick gray tree-limb flew downward from the twisting branches and rammed between her open legs; a long bewildered moan escaped her lips as the wooden member steadily raped her spread-open body.

"Unh…oh! OH!!…OHH!!!"

The rolling yellow mists covered the forest floor, concealing everything but the advancing vines and the girl's uncertain moans. The coarse limb caught against her stiffened clitoris and pushed it inward with each entry, the bark brushing against her firm pink tip again and again as it pounded into her virginal body. Bare scraggly trees reached downward around the hollow and Cheryl lay moaning in the middle of their attentions, her burgundy undershirt clinging to her sweat-covered body while her open legs squirmed awkwardly against the rubbing branches strewn between her trembling knees and glistening thighs.

"…ohhh…ohh-ohhh-ohh!…aa-AHHH!!"

She tossed her face to the right, her eyes lightly closed, and gasped unsteadily through half-open lips as the limb pounded and thrust between her legs. Her head nodded up and down, small dried leaves clinging to her long blonde hair, as thin vines tugged her unfelt nipples and squeezed her swollen breasts.

"UHHH! Aah-aaa-aa!…"

Fog tumbled through the shadowy wood as the demon-haunted trees possessed her lithe body with their ceaseless, endless thrusts past the wet inner walls of her vagina.

"…AA! Aa-aa-AAAHHHhhh!!"

A winding tree-root brushed upward along her lower lip and her white teeth showed between her parted gasping lips with each pounding thrust of the thick tree-limb within her dampening virgin sex.

"Unh!…Unh!...Ohh…"

Her hips shifted and rocked against the countless branches wrapping over and moving within them, pinching her throbbing clitoris as she'd never dare let anyone; her lightly curved bottom rubbed against the ground as the forest raped and molested her with a million bark-covered fingers.

"Ohhh!…Ohhh!-ohh…"

The crumbling bark along the sliding member and its myriad flickering escorts slowly grew wet as they brushed along the spread lips of her cunt. Cheryl whimpered softly as she felt loose wet bark flaking off between her moist thighs, leaving small chips tangled within the downy strands of her pubic hair.

Her pounding wrist suddenly broke the vines holding her left arm down and she awoke from her confused arousal just in time to pull her arm loose. She reached over the twisting vines covering her breasts and nipples, her face contorted with conflicting feelings and sensations as she tried to pull her other arm free. She tugged frantically at the vines, desperate to break free from the assault before the dark spirit wielding the living trees could bring her arousal to its degrading fulfillment. The long twisting vines around her arm strained to hold her wrist down and she tore at the binds with her left hand. They snapped in two and she pulled herself off the ground, ripping the clasped vines away from her chest.

Something stirred in the dead forest and rose like smoke from the roots and branches that it had worn like clothing over its essence. It tore through the hollow trees and ripped out a tunnel through the overgrown forest as it closed in upon its goal. Through the hanging curtain of branches it saw the girl it had lured into the woods, standing erect amid the same lifeless vines and branches that moments ago had mastered her body and perverted her soul with their unnatural coitus. She furiously tore each of the branches away from her glistening half-naked body and threw them to the ground. She stood motionless in the hollow, her legs paralyzed by her fear that the trees would come to life again and finish what they knew she had secretly started with them during that minute upon the leaf-strewn floor of the forest.

She looked up from her vine-covered body and screamed at the sight of it tearing through the trees and racing toward her. She fled through the forest, tearing branches aside as she fled through the woods as had others thousands of years before her. None had ever fully described that thing which now chased her out of the grove and into the deeper forests; upon recollection she would think of a thousand different forms and names for it, each more horrible than the one before. The only constant within all the shifting black forms was that it seemed to wear a hideous parody of her own face, its purple lips opened and its white hair blowing away in a mocking expression of grotesque physical arousal.

Cheryl dashed through the empty forest, screaming in horror and terrified confusion, as the thing crashed through the trees behind her. She felt several small tendrils and stems brushing along her inner thighs as she fled and realized with embarrassment and growing terror that she hadn't pulled all the vines out from her body before the thing had emerged from the forest. Every pounding step she took lodged the broken tips of the inert crawlers still deeper within her hips and scraped their tightly-drawn ragged lengths even harder against her unbearably swollen clitoris.

"OhHhhh!!! OHHH!!!"

She suddenly tripped and collapsed onto the ground as the long-denied orgasm broke out and swelled through her thoughts, stripping away everything but the oblivious pleasure that her senses had mercilessly unleashed upon her abused body. She lifted herself onto her hands and knees after several moments, weakly suspecting amid the disorienting calm that had falling over her that she had merely sleepwalked alone into the empty forest during a nightmarishly bizarre and vivid wet-dream.

The familiar crackling emerged from the dark cluster of trees behind her and she leaped back to her feet, struggling to force her limp muscles to run from the grimacing thing chasing her down. She ran through the groves and underbrush, driven by animal terror. She no longer gave any thought to the vines that had suddenly broken after holding her down for so long; she'd forgotten the vague fear that the trees had somehow impregnated her with their own evil nature. She fled knowing only that she'd fought with it once and had lost everything in the battle--she ran only from the unspeakable horror of all things it would do to her if she fell into its oaken grip a second time…
 

Cheryl sat alone just as she always had, and stared out from the cabin window just as she had before the whole ordeal began. Nobody else seemed to understand what had happened or what would now become of them; she scornfully listened to Shelly and Linda playing guess-the-card games together like giggling children. She'd begun to think of herself as the modern Cassandra. None of them would believe what she told them about the woods, just as they hadn't believed her when she tried to tell them about the cellar-door or when she told them not to play the tape from the fruit cellar. She didn't tell them everything, of course, and she imagined how shocked they would all be if she'd lifted up the front of her nightie and shown to them just what Scotty's "dumb-animal" had done to her.

She'd wanted to flee the cursed mountains and try to forget what had happened to her out in the mist-covered forests, allow time and the procession of mundane days in college to wash away the vivid memories of each brushing movement between her eagle-spread thighs. She now realized that it wasn't going to happen: she had seen for herself the wreckage of the only bridge leading back into civilization, torn asunder by the same trees that had attacked her. The waterlogged boards were shattered long before she and Ash had driven there just ten minutes ago, probably long before she or anyone in the cabin had even known that she would want to leave this place tonight. There could be no escape from these possessed woods now, not for any of them…

"Ace of Spades."

She realized with surprise that the answer had come from her own lips and she started to reach her hand up to her mouth. Something suddenly twisted around her neck and she gave a small inaudible gasp of terror as she realized that she had felt the rough scraping touch before. It tightened even harder, cutting off the slightest noise, and she rolled her eyes downward as long dragging branches seemed to permeate the room and glide all around her unsuspecting friends. Two or three of the vines rose up to her lips and she gagged as they all pressed into her mouth, their blunt tips stretching across her tongue and pushing down the tightening shaft of her throat. Cheryl struggled to breathe as she felt the lengths moving down into her trachea and tears wetted her eyes as they pressed her vocal cords against the sides of her throat, keeping her from uttering even the smallest whimper against their movements.

"Queen of Spades."

She scarcely even noticed that she'd spoken again as the branches ripped open her pale green blouse and tore away the white sports bra she'd donned over her sore breasts. One thin branch curved its scraping length around the rousing tip of her left breast and she gasped with sudden horrified arousal as the rugged length began fondling her breast with all its spider-like fingers. She felt two more of the wooden fingers gripping the firm base of her tightening right breast and she trembled as they brushed across the stiff pink tip of her nipple. Each one began sliding back and forth against her nipple, rubbing the swelling tip between them as if they were trying to ignite her breast, and she felt her pale left breast being twisted and squeezed within the grip of several twining branches…

"Four of Hearts…"

Long crawling vines stretched out of nowhere and twisted around the chair she sat in, yanking open her khaki pants and rubbing intimately into her panties. She tossed her head with a long silent cry as she felt her clitoris tightening between two rubbing crawlers. Cheryl stared back over her shoulders at the upside-down room in baffled horror as all her friends obliviously played cards and listened to that tape recorder while she sat in the midst of them being assaulted by a dozen trees and vines…

"Eight of Spades…"

She could barely make out the room behind all the wrapping, gliding branches, and she trembled softly as they moved between her legs while several taut branches curved up across her naked bottom, pushing it up and down along her back as the vines rubbed still deeper into her body. She twisted about as she felt yet another crawler sliding up against her from behind and she pulled desperately in terror as she felt the thick round tip pressing between her firm buttocks. It suddenly slipped up into her tight anus and she moaned silently as the length wriggled its way into her from behind…

"Two of Spades…"

They seemed to be moving all through her body at once and she nearly choked as the tendrils scraped further down into her throat. The endless vines slipping within her cunt reached all the way into her, pushing upward through her cervix and filling the narrow tubes of her oviducts. A second length ran up the curve of her bottom and her hips thrust forward as it pierced her tightened anus beneath the first, the two thin shafts twining all around each other as their tips pushed deeper behind her. They all moved constantly within her body, not only pushing deeper into her, but writhing about and rubbing her invaded flesh for no reason other than to torture her fragile psyche with their constant visceral presence…

"…Jack of Diamonds…"

The segmented tentacles--now only vaguely resembling the branches they had first taken their forms from--seemed to revolve in a vague whirlpool about the woman. She glanced a ghastly parade of dark flittering shapes beyond the sliding lengths, decrepit skeletal things gliding about on black wings and cackling undead horrors hovering within their black tattered robes, all whirling within a gigantic maelstrom of shadows and pulsing light. She hung nude in the middle of the tempest and tossed back with a slight cry as her swollen breasts and taut nipples shook within the firm grip of three pincer-armed appendages. Her voiceless groan subsided into smaller gasps as a million black phalluses all seemed to penetrate between her legs at once, spreading out through the whole of her inner body…

"…Jack of Clubs!"

She looked down through the swirling funnel and barely made out her own body, still clothed in the blouse and pants that the branches had just stripped away from her, sitting alone in the rotted cabin. The twisting forms moved upward from the vortex, obscuring her view, and she trembled anxiously as something far more horrible than living branches and demon trees possessed the sensual curves of her nubile form and siphoned her vitality through her countless gasping surrenders. She despairingly realized that it had fashioned a vicious circle from her complex-ridden soul in ways that it could never have done with the others, who feared only death. It ingenuously forced the perverse depths of her masochism into sensual awareness so that her shame would drag her still further into miserable arousal…

She cried out soundlessly as a sudden mind-blowing string of physical climaxes overcome all her feeble attempts to outwit the evil things surrounding her, each separate thrust of sensation confirming the depraved submission to which she had unwittingly given herself. She listened weakly to the sound of her own distorted voice talking, uttering words that she no longer understood in tones that she had first heard in the darkness of the primeval woods. She tried to look back over her bare shoulders at the changes the evil wrought upon her now-vacant body, the ghastly transfiguration of living flesh and blood into one of the cackling denizens of this undead realm, one of the many that had known her since this night began….

The whole multitude of decaying things suddenly seemed to penetrate her all at once again and she tossed rhythmically with renewed vigor as they stretched their black tendrils through the most sensual parts of her inner being. Her mind began to devolve into chaos and instinct as she felt her soul slipping away piece by piece, each memory and dream surrendered to her numberless takers as the spirits endlessly dominated and consumed her discarnate soul with ceaseless overpowering climaxes…

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