“What did they do?”
“What would you do?” Marsha replied, gazing deep into the fire. “The mother lost her fucking mind. She was in such a state. She was given over to the village clergyman, but he had to have her confined to the church basement for her own safety. Her husband, a village woodcutter, led a small party of brave men into the forest, but they never returned. The next morning the grieving mother was also dead. She had gouged her own eyes out with ragged fingernails, then gnawed at her own wrists.”
“Jesus,” Benny breathed, an image of tooth-marked wrists seared into his head. Marsha started talking again, her voice almost lullaby-like in the silence.
“Things started to happen quickly after that. First the children started to disappear, then the women, until only the men folk remained. They were angry, frightened and confused. It seemed whatever entity haunted the forest wanted nothing to do with the menfolk of the village. Soon after the men started to hear their children weeping in the forest, and the voices of their wives calling to them through the darkness. A few foolish ones entered the forest to chase after the phantom voices, but none ever returned. Ever since then this forest has had a reputation among the locals for strange occurrences. Not that you would ever know it. The summer tourists flock here in their droves, knowing nothing of its terrible history.”
Another branch snapped loudly, interrupting Marsha, but this time the sound came from off to Benny’s left. He leapt up with a curse. He had a sense that something was watching them, stalking them, circling the camp as if trying to catch them unawares.
“Jesus,” Marsha said, pulling him back down. “Will you relax? It’s probably just a badger, grubbing for some worms.”
“Pretty big fucking badger,” Benny said, snapping nervous glances over his shoulder.
“Here,” Marsha said, going to her knees before him and fumbling at his jeans. “Let me take your mind off it.” Before Benny could reply she had his cock in her hand, working it up and down before slipping it into her mouth with delicious slowness, engulfing him in the wet warmness of her mouth. It was soon stiff, the forest noises momentarily forgotten as Benny enjoyed the blowjob.
“Shit,” Benny groaned, running his fingers through her silken, blonde hair as she cradled his balls with her free hand.
“Still afraid?” she taunted, coming up for air.
“Hell yes,” Benny said. “Afraid I’ll cum too soon.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” she said, giving him a last lick before rising to her feet. “I think I may have something you want to see, Benny, perhaps even two things.” She laughed as she pulled her heavy coat over her head, blouse and all, before Benny’s face. She deftly unhooked her bra, releasing her ample breasts. He nearly fainted as her nipples grew hard in the chilly air.
“They’re perfect,” he said, wiping at his mouth and tottering to his feet. “I mean, you’re perfect.”
“You haven’t seen the best part yet,” she said, running her finger seductively under the lip of her jeans. “But if you want it,” she laughed, running past him, her breasts bouncing deliciously as she scooped up a nearby lantern, “You’re going to have to catch me first! Come on, Benny,” she said, disappearing into the tree line. “Let’s see if there’s really anything to be afraid of in this forest.”
“Oh, there is,” Benny laughed, scooping up his own lantern as he chased after her. “And it’s right here in my pants.”
“Come on then,” she called over her shoulder, disappearing behind a large spruce. “Catch me, and I’ll let you fuck me right here on the forest floor.”
“Shit,” Benny cursed, slipping on a pile of damp leaves. He was insanely horny now. Quickly he righted himself. She was pulling further ahead now, her lantern bobbing as it cast eerie shadows on the trees. “Wait up,” Benny yelled. “Hey Marsha, wait up! You don’t want to get lost out here.”
“Bennnnyyy,” her voice floated back to him. “Come find me, Bennnyyy.”
“Fuck,” he cursed again, pushing through a clinging privet and scratching the Hell out of his jeans on a thorny scrub. It was like chasing a goddamn jack rabbit. “Marsha,” he called again, starting to get a little pissed with her silly games. His hands still ached to touch her, to run his fingers all over that glorious body, so he kept going. Her light was almost completely gone now. He picked up his pace, mindful of low hanging branches.
He was gaining on her now, cutting the distance between them. Breathing hard he pushed his way through a couple of low-hanging branches, their wet leaves slapping at his face. That was when he noticed her lantern had stopped its insane bobbing. She was close now, hiding behind the trunk of a large oak, waiting for him, perhaps naked and brazen on the forest floor.
“Gotcha,” he laughed, quickly rounding the tree. She wasn’t there, only her glowing lantern remained. From behind him came the sound of heavy footfalls and the snapping of twigs. Benny whirled, his lantern held high. A woman stood before him, but it didn’t look like Marsha. She was naked, tall and impossibly thin. She leapt forward, hissing through blackened teeth. Her teeth gnashed as she pulled him in, locking her mouth over his. Benny tasted her terrible breath as she forced her tongue down his throat, spilling a bitter tasting liquid into his mouth, before casting him away. He fell to his knees, clawing at his constricting throat, retching and heaving, unable to breathe. He tried to climb to his feet, but black blooms filled his eyes. His vision was turning red. He was falling, floating, and her terrible laughter followed him down into darkness.
When he awoke he was being dragged into some kind of clearing, his head lolling to and fro. There were people here, hundreds of them, dressed in black robes. Their flickering torches filled the air
