The Scorn Tree

A woman walked through the woods, a song from her lilting voice drifting softly over ferns sulking in the shade and branches heavy laden with summer fruits. The warm air caressed her long golden tresses. Such a beautiful day made her burden seem light, a basket full of various fruits and plants from the forest. Some would say that she shouldn't be out gathering these things alone but she'd never had any trouble to this day. She knew these trees like the back of her hand and came here often. That's why it surprised her to see one she definitely did not recognize only a short way off the path.

She walked from the way she normally went to get a closer look. Thick vines hung down from the branches. A huge twisted thing, it's heart-shaped leaves were the bright green of a new apple and flowers of the deepest purple she had ever seen. There was an intoxicating smell coming from this beautiful plant. Setting down her heavy basket she approached and sniffed deeply from one huge trumpet-shaped blossom. The scent was sweet and heady like a rose but underneath there was a rancid tone like rotten meat. She leaned forward and placed a hand on the smooth bark of the trunk but pulled back immediately, startled. It felt warm. She shook her head, that couldn't be right. But when she reached out again she found it was warm and slightly slick as well. Her hand tingled where she had touched it. Walking around the tree to get a better view her body suddenly felt heavy. She needed to sit down and rest for just a moment. It was easy to slide down that smooth surface and sit down, cradled between two roots. The bark was warm and comforting on her back and the vines above swayed soothingly above as her eyes fluttered shut. That's funny, I don't remember the wind blowing that hard... Her last thought before a deep, dark sleep swallowed her whole.

When she finally drifted back to consciousness her eyes wouldn't open right away and her body felt strange. She tried to remember where she was but everything felt heavy and blurry like she'd been wrapped in a hundred blankets and then buried. Fingers and toes were free to wriggle but she quickly realized when she tried to move her arms and legs it was impossible. Opening both eyes seemed almost an impossibility but one eye was manageable. As soon as she looked out she could see something was very wrong. She wasn't horizontal, but vertical and not only that but the sun wasn't where it had been just a moment ago, or she thought it had only been a moment ago. Her heart started to beat faster as she roused more and realized the reason she couldn't move was something thick and unforgiving wrapped around her wrists and ankles. Instinctively, she started yelling for help again and again, pulling feebly against whatever was binding her. A strange tingling on her back reminded her of something but she couldn't quite place it.

She stopped screaming the moment a cool breeze touched her and tickled over her bare skin. It felt as if she was naked, somehow the simple dress she'd been wearing was gone. Looking down she saw it half shredded on the ground. Looking up, she realized she was tied to the tree. That would explain the tingling on her backside, just like her hand earlier. Skin exposed to the tree was extremely sensitive like an itch that couldn't be scratched. Oh gods, someone did this, what if they hear my screams and come back? What kind of person would do this?

As if in response she felt something move over her belly like a snake. Twitching to try and swat it away, she was shocked when her limbs were pulled as taught as her body would allow. Just on the edge of pain. She stopped moving and her limbs were relaxed slightly. The thing moved again and as she looked down horror and fascination. If she didn't know any better she'd say it was a vine. Watching closely as it slithered over her stomach, towards her right breast.

Meanwhile, a tall, slim figure had walked upon this pathetic scene in the middle of the dendroid assault. Covered and masked from head to toe in furs, a horned helmet sat over a shadowed face, giving it an almost comic appearance. The helmet tilted to one side as the figure enjoyed watching the woman writhing in the tree's embrace, her breasts heaving with every labored breath. This could be interesting. The masked person stayed a safe distance away from the flowers and looked on as the blonde woman endured release after screaming release until she was choked by the vine invading her mouth. She seemed to stop struggling after awhile and the only noises that escaped were muffled whimpers. After the movements stopped the mystery person grew restless. The show had been erotic and mesmerizing. She's succumbing to the poison faster than most, dying right now most likely. This won't do at all.

Taking strides on long legs and covering the mouth of the helmet with a cloth, the figure cautiously approached and unsheathed a gleaming broadsword, hacking away at the vines that held the woman to the tree's trunk. As the lifeless woman flopped to the ground they had bigger problems to deal with. The tree was enraged at having its snack taken away and lashed out with vines, reaching blindly for its attacker trying to grasp any limb it could find. The warrior cut and sliced, dragging the unconscious woman along until finally they were out of the monstrosity's reach.

The woman blinked open bright green eyes to look up at her rescuer and find only a metal covering. She didn't have long to wonder who it was. When the helmet was removed she was shocked at the tumble of dark hair that fell around a long feminine face with porcelain skin. It might have been the drugs from the tree's excretions still pumping through her veins but it seemed this was the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen, even with those hard black eyes glaring out.

"You saved me...from that thing?" The blonde woman asked weakly.

"The Scorn Tree. Yes. It only blooms once every ten years. It uses those pretty purple flowers to lure its victim in and then feeds off their energy... well a specific type of energy and then falls dormant again after the, well, after the victim has been sucked dry." She paused and after a brief silence continued. "I'm Brianna."

"Thank you for saving me Brianna," She looked up at her rescuer with starry eyes, "I'm Rhiannon."

She's sweet. Brianna's face softened a bit as she stared down at the naked young woman with her cute golden curls. The moment was interrupted as a frantic movement drew her attention downwards. Rhiannon, as she called herself, was absentmindedly rubbing her crotch, hard. Gods damn that tree. Brianna sighed and put the other woman down for a moment to grab rope from her bag and tie the smaller woman's arms.

"What are you doing?" She asked Brianna frantically.

"Side effects. If I don't tie you until the poison wears off, you'll hurt yourself. Here take this," she said, draping the fur coat to cover Rhiannon's nakedness while she whined at having her arms tied again.

"Oh gods, take it off, it's so much worse!" She screamed. Every fiber pressed into her over sensitized skin until it felt like it was on fire. OK, we'll just have to do this quickly. Brianna thought and hauled up the naked woman off the ground, helping to support her weight.

"Come on, I know a place we can go until this wears off. It's not too far."

As they trudged forward, the warrior thought herself very lucky to have come across this young lady in the woods and smiled like a feral cat. Who knew, maybe once the poison wore off this could even go somewhere. She did look very sexy with her arms all tied up like that.