Prologue - Tarnished Gold
“You appear to be in distress,” said the thing that looked like a man, but wasn’t even human. “May I help?”
Despite my fear, I forced myself to say, “It’s very kind of you to offer.”
If there’s one rule about dealing with Them There that comes close to being universally true, it’s Be Polite. They hate rudeness.
“But no, thank you,” I added.
“What’s your trouble?”
“Really, thank you, but it’s not -”
“Are you looking for something?” He glanced over my shoulder, through the gate I’d been kicking.
“My car’s in there . . . My, um, carriage.”
His eyes narrowed. “I know what a car is.”
“You were crying. What is so important that it makes you weep?”
He just wasn’t taking No for an answer. I shouldn’t be having this conversation — but I couldn’t refuse to talk. So I said, reluctantly, “It got locked up by mistake. If I don’t get it back this evening . . .” I clenched my jaw. “There’s something inside it that I need back, tonight, or a friend of mine will be in terrible trouble.”
“Then let me retrieve the thing for you.”
“I’m not asking for help.”
“But I am offering.”
I bit my lip. This was awful. I didn’t want to even start negotiating with this creature. But if I didn’t, a man could die. Really die. They didn’t mess around, that sort. And it’d be my fault.
What choice did I have?
“You’d want something in exchange, I suppose?” I asked.
“Of course. But nothing you’d be unwilling to give.”
What was this I was getting myself into, I wondered — some sort of messed up version of The Princess and the Frog? Was he going to fetch my golden ball from the bottom of the well in exchange for my promise to marry him? As if in sympathy, my voice came out croaky.
“Eight warm inches of your flesh, my sweet. Wrapped around eight inches of mine.”
Not exactly marriage then. But consummation, anyway.
“You look perturbed. Is it an offence to desire such beauty as yours? I promise you will enjoy it, and that I will not hurt you ... unless that is your pleasure too.”
“Let’s get this straight. One fuck, yes?”
I was wrong though. This story wasn’t The Princess and the Frog. In that story the proud princess calls the shots and it’s the frog who endures all the humiliation and pain. I didn’t know it then, but this was an altogether different tale.
If only I’d realised.
That’s what the men saw when they burst through the orchard gate: the three of us stark naked, trapped and bound and despoiled. Gail was stretched out on her back, her tits barely visible between the coils wrapped around her chest, her pussy impaled by something resembling an anaconda. I didn’t even get that much dignity. My ass was in the air, my legs wide apart, and I was suffering a full-on double penetration. Vince was held with his toes off the floor, like a chrome hood ornament, his spine bent like a bow and a tentacle rummaging around in his back passage. I don’t know if he’d ever taken it up the rear before, but his eyes were wide and there were little explosive grunts bursting out of his throat — uh-uh-uh-uh. His cock stuck out from his torso at full erection, a whip-thin tendril wrapped tight around it, stroking and milking it with rhythmic squeezes.
I reckon that was the sight that stopped the men of the Bour Tree coming any closer.
To be honest, I barely registered that we had an audience, I was so busy wrestling with my orgasm. I came first, of course. I was already fired up before the ravishing started, and I screamed as I climaxed, half in release and half in terror. But from the sounds Gail was making, she was on her way too. I tossed my head, my hair flailing in my eyes. As I blinked myself back into lucidity my gaze fell on the puffball I’d kicked through the grass. Its empty sockets stared up at me.
It wasn’t a fungus at all. It was a skull. Human. The implications fought their way through my mind even as the relentless plunging between my legs caused my body to gather toward another orgasm.
“Awwwwahhhhh . . . !” cried Vince, and I looked up in time to see him ejaculate heavily, white spurts arcing from his cock and splashing onto the writhing grey ropes.
Would it be quick or slow? I wondered. Would they hold us here, fucking us, until we died of exhaustion? Or kill us swiftly, and feed off our bodies just as eagerly?
A tentacle coiled up around Vince’s straining throat.
Quick, I thought, dazed.
“Tansy!” he yelled, his voice already strangled. “Do something!”
I had no idea what to do. I’d never heard of any Good Neighbour like this. But as a slick tongue of living tendril lapped at my face, searching out any orifice to penetrate, my blurred gaze finally registered the blobs of white flowers on the elder scrub.
And I remembered that somebody owed me.
“Bour Tree!” I screamed. “Elder Lady! You gave me a wish! Save us! Save-”
Then the tentacle spilled in over my lips and silenced me. I couldn’t stop cumming even then. That thick member filled my throat like a cock, and though it cut off my airway its touch was pure bliss. I was still cumming as I blacked out.
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