By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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It was three riders that rode up to the edge of the Orehoyan Swamp that day. There was a strictly defined edge to that swamp, on one side, there was the simple green grass of the meadow, on the other, there was the dark reaches between thick trees overgrown with moss and hanging with evil-looking green vines. There was behind them the sound of thunder, for the force riding after them was large and intent upon their destruction.
The horses balked at that edge, refused to push even their heads into the space between the trees and their branches, their vines, their leaves, their moss, they reared back and nearly threw the youngest of the three, for he was inexperienced with riding.
The eldest and strongest turned his head and looked at the approaching riders. "We'll have to go on on foot!" he declared. "The swamp is not broad at this point, if we will but continue due west, we can win to the other side."
The second man was of a build as the first, but gave way over four inches in height to the eldest. "They say that none dare tread through the Orehoyan Swamp." he shuddered. "Only a desperate man dares set foot inside, and none has stepped out the other side."
"And are we not desperate?" the eldest declared. "We have won our fortune, and you hesitate for an old wives' tale?" He swung a powerful, long leg over the horse and dismounted. "Stand and beg for mercy from those coming, for they will give you none." he indicated the men who were now visible as distinct figures on the next hill over from them. "Walk through this place and into the City of Hogamer and receive your part of the twelve thousand pieces of gold we were promised, that's four thousand each, you know!" And the big man licked his lips in anticipation of that fortune.
The amount was large because their force had originally been of twelve men, but now only the three of them were left alive. Behind them was a dead nobleman and the Duke of Hogamer swore that he'd pay that amount to those who returned from the deed. It had been a terrible ordeal for all of them, but now they were nearly free, only the Orehoyan Swamp still stood between them and their reward.
The other two dismounted as well, and the horses took their opportunity to turn and bolt away from that dark, horrible place. "We'll split up just to be safe." the eldest man said and the three went into the swamp.
The riders that were chasing them stopped short of the swamp. "They've gone inside." one of the men said.
Their leader was a large, brave man, but he did not step through that border between light and dark. "That's an end of them, then." he declared. "Let's get back to our quarters, we can make it before nightfall if we ride hard."
And they turned away, leaving the three riders to the Orehoyan Swamp.
* * * * *
The eldest man was named Strenk, and his hair was black and his beard was black and his heart was black. The swamp to him was nothing that wasn't reflected within his own mind. He had told the others to go their own ways because he hoped they'd become lost in the swamp and he could claim the entire fortune of the Duke of Hogamer alone. He was carrying a sword still stained red with the dead Lord's blood, and he held it before him as he wended his way through the tangle of trees and bushes and wines and hanging moss.
"You don't belong here!" came the voice. It was weak and wavery, but understandable, and it came from everything, from the trees moving in the breeze, from the vines as they swayed, from the moss as it rustled.
"The hell I don't!" Strenk declared.
"This place is mine." the voice insisted. "You do not belong!"
"Go fuck yourself." Strenk told it. "I'm going through here."
"Ehhhhhhhhh!" the voice was disgusted.
The sounds changed soon after. Noises up in the treetops. Strenk kept a careful watch but nothing was visible for nearly an hour. Except that the noises grew louder. And they were all around him.
Strenk stopped to rest for a moment under a large oak tree. As he sat upon the blanket of last year's leaves that coated the forest floor and rested his back against the tree trunk, a huge form dropped out of the tree and stood before him.
What manner of being was this? He marveled at the gigantic, hairy being. It had the seeming of a human, but its proportions were wrong, the arms were long and athletic, the legs were short and bowed. Strenk jumped to his feet and lifted his sword to be able to strike...and a long, hairy arm from above reached down and snatched the blade from his hand! More of the large beings dropped from the trees.
Strenk backed up against the tree trunk and fumbled for his dagger at his waist, he kept it for eating with only, but a small blade was better than none...then the large forms swarmed him.
Strenk was unfamiliar with the large tree apes that lived in the Orehoyan Swamp, but for that, he could not be blamed, for they kept well back from the lands of Men. They were a shy, retiring species...but the swamp had summoned them and they obeyed as did all the beings of the swamp.
Strenk was strong and ferocious, but the tree apes were stronger and even more fearsome. They overbore him in short order and he was left struggling in their powerful grips. He felt their hands all over him as they tore the clothing from his body, removing it when they could and tearing it when they could not, and their claws cut him in several places. Strenk had been wearing in addition to his tunic and trousers (a pair of leggings tied together at his waist) and shoes, a leather breastplate meant to ward him from all danger, but all of these were pulled from him as easily as if they'd been made of frail paper instead of wool and leather. Naked, he was pressed back down into the leaves under the oak tree.
Strenk had not been silent all this time, he'd been cursing these tree apes in language both florid and monotonous, describing their personal habits and ancestry in terms both foul and, to a great degree, accurate. "And if you don't let go of me right now," he concluded, "I'll cut off your balls and stuff them down your ugly throats!"
The biggest of the tree apes stepped up and seized one of his legs from another of the apes, and the ape's hips slammed at Strenk's ass. The big ape was both violent and accurate in its aim, for the big ape-schlong was driven into Strenk, slippery by its own coating of thick fluid from its sheath, Strenk's ass muscles had little resistance to a dong driven by this much raw animal muscle.
"You dirty, shit-eating...ow, ow, OW-OWWWW!" Strenk howled as the prong ripped into his body, screamed as the huge pud drove into his body to the base. The big ape didn't pause even as Strenk convulsed under him, but began to pump at him rapidly, long strokes that pounded at his butt. With the quick coitus of animals, the tree ape was done in less than fifteen seconds, a final series of hard plunges and a roar, the big ape squirted a huge load into Strenk's ass. The salty semen burned like hell, and Strenk howled again.
The big ape pulled out of Strenk's butt, and the withdrawal hurt almost as much as the insertion had. The big ape moved aside and another ape promptly stepped into its place, and another sloppy, hard ape-prong touched his violated ass.
"No, no, not another one, UH-HUNGGGHHH!" And Strenk was again impaled with hard ape-cock. The others swarmed over him and to his humiliation, Strenk found ape cocks slapping at his face, they were trying to stuff their dongs into his mouth. "If you put that in my mouth, I'll bite the fucker off, I will!" Strenk didn't expect the apes to understand him, but they did, and their reaction was simple. One of the apes hauled off and slugged him across the face, hard! Then presented his cock to Strenk again.
Strenk looked up at the ape that had slammed him with that meaty paw. At the other apes that still held him helpless. And his mouth opened and the ape slid its pud down into Strenk's mouth.
An endless time of ape fucking and ape sucking later, the apes were done with Strenk. He was lying immobile by this time, filled to the brim and then some with ape-spunk. He didn't resist as the big ape, the first one who had fucked him, slung his nude body over its shoulder like a man would a sack of flour and ferried him up into the heavy canopy of leaves and vines overhead.
Strenk was never heard from again and never passed out of the Orehoyan Swamp.
* * * * *
The second man was named Voliny. His trek was much like Strenk's, though he found himself in higher grounds and the trees were thinner and the bushes fewer. But the bushes rustled even without wind, and they spoke to him. "You do not belong here."
Voliny didn't say a word, though his teeth chattered in fear.
"This place is mine and you do not belong!" the bushes rustled at him.
"I just want to get through." Voliny gasped out as he shivered.
And again there was the sounds of beings around him and he heard the snarls and whimpers. Wolves. He was surrounded by wolves! He broke into a sweat and broke into a run and around him, the sounds of the yips and snarls of the wolves grew in numbers.
He broke into a small clearing and it was full of wolves. Voliny started to turn back and more wolves were there.
"Please don't hurt me, please!" he begged.
"You must pay!" the bushes told him.
"Please, anything, just don't hurt me. Please, please don't kill me!"
"You must pay!"
"I'll pay, I'll pay!" Voliny whimpered. He'd been a brave man in the sortie that had killed the Lord who was the enemy of his Duke, for the Lord was an evil man who commanded an evil land. He'd felt virtuous and right in all of that, even though his own contribution had been to slit the throats of two of the guards that had warded the Lord's sleep chamber. But here, he felt the gravity of his situation, he'd trespassed upon evil ground and it must be paid.
The bushes told him what to do. As the wolves slavered around him, he shakily removed his clothing, until he was totally nude. Shivering, his hands across his chest as if he were a timid virgin, he listened to the next instructions and got down onto all fours, hands and knees, and lowered his head.
The first wolf mounted him and Voliny quivered as the wolf-pud slid into his ass. The wolf hunched against him closer, and then the wolf-teeth closed on the back of his neck. The teeth pierced his skin but no further, and the wolf held on with its teeth-grip, and hammered his ass with its mating. Done, the wolf remained stuck on his butt for some time while the other wolves gnashed their teeth and grumbled around him, and when the wolf's cock finally released Voliny's ass, the other wolves fought each other for their turn upon him.
Voliny moaned as he was mounted time and again, even though the other wolves never quite pushed into him far enough to remain locked on him as the first one had. This sped up their violation of his body, and he dripped wolf-come constantly by the time the last of the pack had fucked him. The wolves abandoned him and Voliny staggered to his feet and looked around. Where was the direction he'd been going? All directions looked alike to him, and he couldn't see the sun, there were too many clouds. He staggered off to search for the way out of the swamp. If he traveled in the same direction long enough, he ought to be able to make it. But the wolf pack found him again the next day and he was turned around all over again afterward.
Voliny was never heard from again and never passed out of the Orehoyan Swamp.
* * * * *
The youngest of these was named Sepant, and he had gone on the trip solely to tend to the horses, hold them ready while the other nine did the work, and then ride with them back to his home. For this, he'd been promised enough money to help him care for his elderly mother in comfort the rest of her life, and enough left over to let him marry for himself and raise a family.
And he was moving through the swamp now, and the trees grew ever closer and ever thicker, so that his going was slower and slower and the vines were thicker and thicker.
The voices here were clearer and stronger than Strenk or Voliny had heard. "You do not belong here."
"I know that well." Sepant admitted. "But I have been left here and must make my way as best I can. I humbly beg forgiveness for my trespass and will depart your kingdom as quickly as I can."
This honest and gentle response seemed to take the voice aback for it was quiet for a time. "You must pay for your trespass." it said after the pause.
"I have no coins to give, but what I have, I will give to you." Sepant said willingly enough. "All I ask in return is that I be allowed to return to my home on the other side of this swamp."
Again the pause. "You must pay." the voice said again in some decision.
"I shall." Sepant agreed.
"Remove your clothing. All of it." the voice told him.
Sepant obeyed willingly enough. He'd listened to his mother's tales when a child about these evil places, the thing to do was to listen to them and help them through their geis. When done, however disagreeable it might be, they would depart and leave you alone. He pulled off his clothing and stood naked, his young thin body white and pale in the dusky air of the swamp.
The vines were all about him and he wasn't too surprised when they moved of their own accord, for such things were common in the tales of his mother. Even when they caught him by his arms and legs and lifted him into the air, he remained calm.
"I shall take you myself." the voices told him. "And you will be mine."
"I listen and I obey." Sepant told him mildly.
Another vine reached for him, but this vine was more animal-like than plant-like. It had a thicker head on its tip and this head was formed very much like the glans of a man's penis. Given its shape, he wasn't surprised when it dove for his anus.
Sepant grunted when the glans of the swamp-vine touched his anus, then he worked his butt muscles and made way for it to penetrate him. The vine was thick, but he'd had thicker dongs inside of him, working in the stables put him in contact with the many household servants who favored young men, and they'd taken his every cherry some years before. By now, he could handle whatever lust-driven prongs could drive at him. So when the vine-cock punched itself into him, he only grunted in pleasure, and when another came down for his mouth, he opened and proceeded to suck on it lustily.
More vine-cocks added themselves to the fray, Sepant took one in each hand, took two more in his armpits, and let others rub themselves on his body. Spunk-like white fluid gushed from first one and then another, it filled his ass, filled his mouth, spurted onto his arms and his chest and his back and his legs and his face. The vine-cocks weren't satisfied with one mating, though, they roused and spent themselves upon him several times, until he was drenched from one end to the other in white, salty, hot squibs of jizz in thick, pearl-colored clumps.
Done, the vines lowered him to the ground. "That was awesome." Sepant told the voices.
"You appreciated it?" the voice asked him, astonishment in its tone.
"Certainly, and who wouldn't." Sepant said earnestly.
"This cannot be." the voice said. "You were to be punished, not pleased. You were to suffer in endless agony at my instance."
"I'm sorry." Sepant said. "I wish I could be other than I am, but I cannot."
"This cannot be."
Sepant had an idea. "How about this? Let me go on through and I'll tell everyone about just how horrible it is in the swamp and how they should never come in here no matter what? Wouldn't that work just as well as if I'd vanished in this swamp like so many others. Right now, nobody knows why they vanish, you know. A complete mystery. I'll tell them tales that will make the hairs on the backs of their necks curl at the very name of your swamp."
The voice was silen for a time and then said, "Agreed."
And so Sepant passed out of the Orehoyan Swamp. As the only survivor of the mission, he was given all of the monies promised by the Duke and kept his mother well and married and was wealthy the rest of his life.
And true to his word, he told many horrifying stories about the Orehoyan Swamp. So vivid were his tales that, even to this day, though the Swamp is known by another name and is part of another country, nobody yet treads into it confines for any offer of gold or fame.
THE END
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