The Christmas Tree

My body wasn't listening to what I wanted, though.

As the tendril moved in my pyjama bottoms, the crotch pulled downward, relieving the pressure on the base of my toy. My clenched core muscles pushed it out instinctively, and a shot of pleasure sloshed through me as it slid out, sticky and abused.

I moaned into the wood in my mouth as I felt the branch at my slit retreat; the fabric relaxed, and pushed the toy back into me.

My eyes rolled into my head as it happened again, the branch in my pyjamas pulling, then relaxing.

In, out, in, out.

I didn't know whether to cry, or laugh, or moan - it was such a surreal thing. This tree used my dildo to fuck me, slowly but surely, each time the cock slipping out from gravity and then being slipped back in. It wasn't rough, or powerful, but that almost made it worse. The base made a small pap sound each time it hit my clit, matching pace with my whimpers as I tried to keep still.

I couldn't shake the weird, almost curious energy this thing had; it didn't want to hurt me, but it wanted me to stay; it found a foreign object and was clearly experimenting to see what it did. Maybe all I had to do was ride this out. Get fucked nice and slowly, vicariously by a dildo, off a curious sentient tree.

This was fine. Totally manageable. All good.

Then it dragged across my clit - the bumpy, mottled surface of natural wood sliding along my button. My world came undone as I was no longer able to hold it in, and I came - again.

And as I came, I didn't just moan and shiver. No. I fucking convulsed, as shockwaves ripped through me, alongside the confusion and fear and shame of what was happening, plus all the pent up sexual energy of the night. As I moved, of course, the branches tensed up, pinning me in place, squeezing my arms and legs; the one in my mouth tightened as well, pulling my head back as more started to grow around my scalp, as I felt the one at my crotch keep moving, always shifting the dildo just so, while rubbing my clitty in that eprfrect way.

The orgasm felt like a hurricane. It felt like my body was on fire, and I was tied down, unable to resist it. It was hot and kinky and wrong, but there was absolutely no way I could deny it now.

The tendril slid at my opening, and I shook from the mixture of orgasm afterglow and new pleasure. Before long, it found the base of the dildo and, inside my bottoms, started to play. Every movement seemed calculated to gauge my reaction; a tug, a shift, a twist.

Then, the thrusting. The almighty thrusting.

It was heaven. I couldn't think anything else. My slutty brain was melting as this tree toy-fucked me in bondage, speeding up and slowing down at perfectly teasing intervals.

'Puuhhh,' I moaned through the gag, though what I meant was please.

Please, fuck me. Please make me cum again. Please, I'm so desperate and horny. Please, please, please.

But, as it gave a long tug and pulled the toy from my cunt, I thought it was over. I thought it was done with me, either bored or confused about what was happening.

The moment I registered my disappointment, enough so to be ashamed of myself, I felt something else at my slick hole, pushing in as the dildo dropped down my pyjama leg and rolled onto the roots underneath, forgotten.

Tenderly, almost inquisitively, I felt the tip of the branch, rounded and soft, yet unmistakably wood-like, prod at my labia. My folds were slick and, at this point, achingly sensitive, and I could feel each bump and knot of wood ripple through my folds.

I stifled a moan as it played with me, holding me in place while it teased me. It treated me the way I would want from a one-night stand; perfectly pleasurable, with just a hint of sadism, enjoying my writhing body as I begged to be fucked.

The unconscious bucking of my hips agreed, my body twisting, trying to get that exploration to travel a hair upwards, to give me what I needed.

What?! No! I don't want this - it's, it's rape! It's a monster, some sick creature-

My train of thought cut off as I felt the knobbly, thick end of the tentacle thing dip into me. The wet sound my body made as the gape of my pussy was filled betrayed my searing arousal, wet and accepting of the invader.

I moaned into the gag, equal parts distraught and delighted that it was taking this step - whether it was intending to fuck me or eat me or whatever, that didn't matter in that moment. All I could think of, all I could make sense of was the vacancy inside me, and the ribbed, hard thing that slowly filled it.

I bit down on the branch in my mouth, not making a dent, and my arms and legs were held steadfast in place - the tree hadn't released me since my orgasm, clearly having decided that I was better off still.

Regardless, I tugged and pulled hopelessly as the invader entered me, agonisingly slowly, until it was deeper than I expected - deeper than anything I'd taken before. Each nodule along its uneven surface blissfully pressed against my walls, gliding against my g-spot like a taser to my pleasure center.

It was almost uncomfortable when it bumped against my cervix, applying a little pleasure before retreating, equally slowly. Whimpering on every knotch, I was struggling to keep my mind clear - everything was falling away to these unnatural, impossible sensations.

It's fucking me, I thought, as it impaled me again, this time minutely faster, until it bumped against my cervix and pulled out.

I had never been what I understand is called a 'size queen' - the guys I've been with have all been pretty average, with one exception who, frankly, I had struggled to take (that was a width thing more than length though), and all of my toys were reasonable; I had enjoyed porn of BBC guys fucking women with pillars of meat, but it always seemed like something only enjoyed in porn, like in real life it would be more of a nuisance, even painful, rather than the mind-blowing fuck it was always portrayed to be.

But, as I was stretched to the cervix by a monster, I was starting to get it. I felt full, like every part of me was being opened up and used, some for the first time, by a lover who wanted nothing more than to find out what made me squirm.

Eyes closed, hips rolling, cunt stretching, moaning like a bitch in heat, I gave in. Or I accepted what I wanted. Or I stopped being able to deny anything else.

I wanted to cum on this fucking branch.

Little by little, the creature sped up until it was fucking me properly. I could feel the textured thing delve into me, knock at my cervix, and then retreat until just the tip held me open. It was hypnotic, addictive, all-encompasing.

It fucked me as it held me in place, spread eagle with my tits out, slick as I drooled out my liquidated brain. The tentacles as my shoulders encroached further, feeling like a living web of twigs as they found my heaving chest, fondling my sensitive flesh not unlike a curious lover, looking for what I enjoy.

It found it when it brushed my hard nubs, registering my reaction even on top of my moans and grunts from the prime fucking I was taking. The thin tendrils snaked around my nipples, and started to squeeze, tug and push, playing with me as I approached what would be my third orgasm in its grasp.

Suddenly, the brace in my mouth left, and my lustful moans filled the air. I shocked myself in how I sounded, a wanton slut taking a cock and sounding her approval. I sounded like some fantasy, a woman past the point of thinking, only feeling - and all she felt was the building bliss.

'Oh fuck!' I called out, my voice no longer being needed to call for help - I was far past wanting to leave. Now, I was just desperate. 'Fuck yes, oh God!'

My head, suddenly released, drooped down, and I opened my eyes to see, for the first time, what was being done to me.

My torso was webbed in tiny, thin, delicate-looking wooden tentacles, threading over my breasts and up to my neck, with one travelling down my navel. My shirt was alread wide open, but there were two or three twigs on each side pulling it wide, giving them unfettered access to my willing body.

Beneath them, a shifting mass of branches covered my right leg, which had created over my tied pyjama bottoms to delve back under. Over my left leg, the pyjamas looked tight and stretched out as the tendrils beneath worked their way up from the roots below. I could see the fabric around the crotch stretch with each fast, unrelenting pull out, before relaxing as the thing delved into me, twice a second, pummeling me like I had never been before.

My moans were load, uncaring of the hour, or of neighbors, or even Sarah - I only cared about the feverish pressure inside me, the overwhelming confusion and fear and bliss that was turning me into an eager fuck hole for a Christmas tree.

The twig at my bellybutton disappeared under my waistband, and I felt the little fucker tickle my mound before finding my clit.

The world went white. I heard a scream that I realised was mine, as my body strained and convulsed against my alien bindings. I kicked my knee out in a way that must have caught on one of the twigs, because I heard a tear, and the next thing I know the creature has torn off my pyjama bottoms in ribbons of fabric.

I whimpered as the orgasm tore through me, the thick branch inside, fucking me like a machine, milking me for pleasure, never stopping. The tendril on my clit tweaked and pulled on me, making me cry out somewhere between pain and bliss, as my body was wrenched through an ordeal of inhuman pleasure.

'Yes! Yes!' I heard myself shouting, begging. 'Fuck me! Oh, oh - AHHHHHHH!!'

Another orgasm, hot on the heels of the first ripped through my frame as it thrusted on, unfaltering in destroying me.

My sanity was slipping, I knew it. I was just watching the alien thing fuck me, watching with eager eyes as a second branch snaked around the first, doubling it in thickness inside me as it hammered my cervix, an easy nine inches fucking me like there was no tomorrow.

Maybe there won't be, I thought. Maybe you'll be fucked here until you die.

That brought a stupid smile to my drooling, moaning lips. If I did nothing but this until I died, I would die happy.

'Andi?! What the fuck is-'

My eyes snapped open, and there she was.

Sarah.

She was still in those obscenely cute pyjamas that made her look like Santa. She even had a bow on her waistband, like a present waiting to be unwrapped, her legs red and with spirals, like candy canes waiting to be licked.

She had a face of horror, confusion, concern. Her best friend and flatmate was being raped by something that looked like - but obviously wasn't - a Christmas tree.

But was it rape? I wasn't sure anymore - it had maybe started that way, but since this had turned into a multi-orgasmic monster fuck that promised to turn me into an unthinking fuck puppet I was struggling to draw the line.

I wanted it.

So, so much.

Maybe she would like it too?

'Sarah?' I choked out, my voice raspy from my moans and screams. The one on my clit did something that made me let out a lustful whimper as I tried to collect myself.

But it was impossible. There was nothing to collect. I was barely a person anymore - I was a stretched pussy, a swollen clit, two tweaked nipples and a moaning set of lips

The rest of me didn't matter. That's why I was tied up, bound like this - it didn't care about the rest of me. The parts that mattered were fully in use.

And it was wonderful.

'Holy shit, Andi, what is happening?!' Sarah cried, her gorgeous green eyes locked on mine. Her lips were open, waiting to be gagged; her pyjamas ready to be torn off; her body ready to be used. She needed to join in, but she wouldn't. She was scared. I could see that.

She needed to come closer.

'Help,' I moaned as my body shook. I wondered if she watched my small tits bounce, or if she was watching my pussy be stretched by two overlapping, furious tentacles. 'Sarah!' I groaned as I came again, my body writhing against the wood that held my limbs in that vice grip.

She stepped forwards, but hesitated. She was scared.

'Help me, Sarah,' I moaned, as I felt another tentacle wrap around my stomach, holding me still as I bounced, each thrust upwards into me pounding my cervix like a jackhammer and making me jolt. It slid around me, snaking between my cheeks, and meeting the group at my abused sex which held me spread and open for the fucking.

As it did, it brushed across my backdoor, and I swear I dropped to a new level of willing.

'Oh please,' I moaned.

Sarah seemed to take this as, 'Please help me', when in fact it was, 'Please fuck my ass', but I wasn't going to correct her. Not as she stepped forwards, getting close enough.

The tree shifted in its entirety; the trunk I was pinned against suddenly leaning forwards. Sarah screeched, and I watched as the branches that had been holding my right arm flexed off, releasing me and snapping out at her. The tree grabbed her by the waist, and yanked her towards me, making her fall face-first onto my bare chest.

The trunk leaned backwards, as branches rearranged themselves. The ones inside me retreated, to my chagrin, and snaked around her arms and legs. Having learned from me, this time, they all went under her pyjamas, trailing along her skin as she panicked, writhing against me as she was rendered almost immobile atop me.

She looked at me with those perfect eyes, fear blinding her from the bliss that was about to take her.

'Andi-mmff!!' Her mouth was plugged by a gag, same as me. Though, not quite the same - hers seemed to split at the middle, opening her mouth from the teeth so she was stuck with her mouth wide, tongue wilding flailing within. She was barely centimetres from me, and I could feel her body pressed into mine as the branches under her clothes made short work of her dignity.

Having learned from me what to do, they quickly went to her breasts and spread her legs wide at the hips, resulting in her almost straddling me. She squeaked as something made contact in her bottoms, and her eyes fell to mine in fear.

I gave the kindest smile I could, as my now free hand went to the small of her back.

'Did you see me, when you came in? I came twice with my eyes on you, Sarah.'

She tried to shake her head as the branches wrapped around her. My hand snaked under her shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her body, trailing along her. She groaned, disbelieving.

'It feels so good, Sarah,' I whispered as my hand went lower, beneath her waistband, touching the swell of her butt. She shifted under me.

'I was thinking of you earlier tonight, touching myself.' A slight lie, but I had done it before million times. No need to split hairs now. 'Thinking of how beautiful you are, how sexy you are.' I grasped her cheek in my hand, squeezing her. She pushed against me, just slightly, and I felt the branches coming up her thighs.

'I was fucking myself when you came in tonight, Sarah... I had a toy inside me when we talked. It was so hot looking at you as I stretched my little pussy, and being soaked wet made being fucked by this tree,' - her eyes widened at my words - 'So much better.'

My hand slipped round her hip, to her front. She wimpered as I played with her curls, not yet delving lower.

'Now it has you, its going to fuck you. You know that?'

She nodded. A strand of hair fell in front of her face, making her look ragged. I wondered how she looked when she cums.

'I just want to make sure you enjoy it, Sarah. I want to get you...' my finger slid against her clit, making her jump. 'Ready.'

I leaned forwards and kissed her nose as I slid my finger inside her. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she pressed against me, he wet slit warming to my touch.

As though the tree understood what I was doing, my left hand was slowly released. I quickly brought it to her pyjama top, pulling it open easily. The buttons popped, and she wimpered again as her skin met mine, our breasts pressing into each other. I noticed that the only tendrils still on me where at my feet, the rest having abandoned me for the tree's new capture.

I'm so not done yet, I thought.

But, my focus was on Sarah, on getting her 'ready'. So, I thanked her breasts, which were bigger than mine, softer too. They hung from her as she pressed against my hand, leaning back to push her hips forwards. I finger-fucked her slowly, feeling her become more and more slick as I kissed her neck and gave, my left hand on her breast.

Soon, though, the creature's patience ran out, and Sarah jerked. My hand was excavated from her by a group of thin twigs, which, from what I could feel, started to investigate her clit and wet folds.

She gave a moan as her pride started to crack, her unwillingness to accept what was happening to her crumbling quickly.

For a while I watched her. Her eyes closed, face twitching in response to sensations that filtered through her, completely alien yet wonderfully familiar.

My hands traced her back, her sides, her breasts, her face; I gave her love while the monster gave her pleasure.

Then, with a sucking of breath through her gaping lips, her eyes opened. Then, a whimper.

It's fucking her, I knew. I could just tell.

She humped against my pelvis as the tentacles invaded her, fucking her into a rhythm of bliss that quickly had her moaning through her gag.

I squeaked as I felt the branch against my pussy again, sliding into me like a boyfriend on a slow Sunday morning - I was already soaked, and as me and Sarah held eye contact and were fucked by the creature, my orgasm was building quickly.

It fucked us alternately, so we rocked against each other, our mounds connected as vines wrapped around my clit as it was hers. We were one beast, moaning incoherently as the monster wrapped around us, our bodies mashed into eachother as our hungry bodies were fucked like slaves, like sluts desperate for pleasure.

Sarah came first, her body going rigid as her to give lolled out through her ring-like gag. I watched in hungry lust as her eyes crossed, looking like something out of a bad manga - her pussy full of alien, her face a dumb ahegao, with nothing but sex between her ears.

Her face like that, obscene and sex-crazed and gorgeous, triggered something in me, and my own orgasm bubbled through me as we were fucked through our bliss together.

Sarah's ragged moans mingled with mine, as I clinger to her body like a liferaft, the tree fucking is with a vigour and stamina it was impossible to keep up with.

Again, it brushed against my puckered anus, slick from mine and Sarah's arousal dripping and trailing downwards, and my orgasm-swimming body flexed against it. I tensed, hoping my winking button would draw attention enough for this alien thing to investigate.

Sarah's orgasm faded, and her head dropped to my shoulder as we were still ravaged, our moans a symphony of unending, unforgiving pleasure.

My hips gyrated against hers, my clit held in a shifting, clever vice that had learned by now how to drag me to orgasm again and again, my inner walls rippling in unending pleasure.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck Sarah it's so good,' I moaned as she incoherently garbled into my shoulder. Her body shook as she came again on me, her legs locking still against me as I felt the branch again press along the cleft between my buttocks.

'Oh shit, Sarah I'm gonna cum again!'

As it fucked me, I felt the tendril exploring my behind, stroking from my hips to my taint, drawing me closer and higher.

I kissed Sarah's forehead as I came again, my body shaking under hers. Again, I felt my buttocks tense around the branch, and my backdoor winking, daring this creature to defile me in one new way.