Melissa was scared. She had entered the woods to play hide and seek with her friends and had hidden nearby but nobody had found her and she had grown tired of waiting.
Standing up and looking around she couldn't remember which way she had come.
"Stacey, Emma, where are you?" The pretty little eight-year-old had called and called but the woods were silent.
When she found this spot to hide, the woods had been cool after the warm sun outside, the birds had sung and squirrels had been jumping from tree to tree but now all seemed dark and frightening.
Trying to look all around her as she started to walk, Melissa felt her thin summer dress snag on a branch. As she pulled, it tore, leaving a rip from the hem to the waist, through which her bare leg peeped.
Starting to cry she decided she must be going in the wrong direction and turned back but soon found herself even more lost as the trees grew closer together and the woods got darker and more frightening.
Through her tears the frightened young girl thought that she saw a shadow move from behind one tree across to another. She quickly turned and ran in the opposite direction. Now she had lost the path and branches and roots seemed to grasp at her pale lithe legs as she ran.
Several times she almost fell but managed to regain her footing, until finally she ran directly into a thorn bush. The bush was taller than her and blocked her path completely. Where she had run into the middle of it the branches behind had sprung back up, cutting off her escape and now she was snagged.
Her light summer dress was caught on dozens of thorns and pulled in all directions. The hem was held up behind her by the branches that had sprung up and the front was pulled away from her body by the thorns that she was trying to back away from.
If anyone had walked past the bush they wouldn't have seen the beautiful picture that nature held captive for them. Her long blonde hair wrapped over one branch, her hands held high to avoid the thorns that pressed against her sides, her naked legs and white panties exposed by the cruel branch that held her skirt high up behind her.
Beginning to cry again, Melissa stood helplessly rooted to the spot. With each sob that shook her body she felt the sharp thorns pierce her skin and looking down she saw several trickles of blood begin to creep down her legs.
For over an hour the little preteen stood, her voice getting weaker and weaker as her cries for help went unheard. As the fear built in her she felt the need to wee becoming more urgent. Not wanting to wet her underwear she slowly lowered one arm, enduring the scratches and pricks from the thorns as she did so. Working it slowly down against her body she reached the very top of the white material just as a very nasty long thorn buried itself into the pale flesh of her arm.
Little Melissa screamed and struggled as the pain from the thorn tore through her young body. Pulling away just broke the thorn off inside her skin and caused another half dozen thorns to tear at the pale flesh of her arms and legs.
The fear caused her bladder to release and a stream of warm piss soaked her underwear and tricked down the young girl's legs causing even more pain as it entered the cuts and scratches on her young body.
Melissa danced from one foot to the other trying to avoid the pain but whichever direction she moved in brought new pain, as if the thorns were trying to punish her.
Punish her! The thought had entered her head as if spoken by the woods and she looked around guiltily as if expecting someone to be there whispering the words in her ear.
Silence closed in on the preteen captive and she stopped her struggling to listen. She could hear something in the silence. It wasn't complete. She struggled to identify the sound as a small noise could be heard in the distance. As the noise grew louder she finally made sense of it. Wasps! There were wasps nearby.
Turning her head tore some golden blonde hair out, as it had snagged on a branch and caused the helpless preteen to shriek in pain. As if attracted by the noise the wasps buzzed around her and Melissa waved the only hand she could, trying to knock them away.
As with wasps the world over, the more she tried to shoo them away the more they angrily buzzed around her body. Maybe they were attracted by the smell of her pee or maybe by the smell of her fear but several wasps angrily flew back and forth around her body.
One landed on the very top of her leg. Melissa froze for a moment in total terror as she looked down to see the yellow and black insect as it raised its back and drove its sting down into her pale flesh.
The pain was like nothing she had ever felt. A burning sensation spread from the wasp outwards, galvanising her into desperate action. Disregarding the pain from the thorn bush she screamed loudly and turned and ran. At least she tried to run.
Golden strands of hair were left attached to the branches as they tore from her scalp but her dress held her captive, attached as it was to the branches. Other wasps angrily buzzed around her and Melissa tore at the thin fabric of her dress. Despite the garment tearing and ripping all over, the part on her shoulders held her captive within the bush. Watching another wasp trying to settle on her naked leg Melissa tore at the buttons on the front of the dress and finally staggered free, as the torn rag that had once been her pretty dress slid from her body, leaving her wearing only her trainers and pee soaked panties.
As she scrambled out of the thorn bush and ran away from the wasps, the scratches on her body made it look as if someone had savagely whipped the young girl. Angry red lines covered her legs, torso and back, some bleeding little trickles of bright red blood down her skin.
She ran wildly from the angry wasps, not caring in what direction and tripping headlong, slid down a bank and into thick mud next to a small stream. Fighting her way to her feet Melissa felt herself sinking into the sticky black mess.
The thick mud reached almost to the trapped girl's knees and she sobbed in frustration as she tried to pull herself free. Screaming out she felt a burning feeling on her back and knew that she had been stung again. Looking around in fright she saw three wasps circling her. Now desperate to escape she pulled on her legs till with a sucking noise they came free leaving her trainers buried a foot down in the mud.
Barefoot she backed away from the wasps and found herself in cold water. Turning she ran across the stream but the flowing weeds seemed to wrap themselves around her ankles and tripped her. As her pretty head broke the surface of the water she gasped for air, coughing and spluttering as she struggled to tear the weed from around her thin legs. Standing up she felt the weight of the water drag her panties down her legs but as she reached for them the wasps were on her once more.
With both hands waving frantically to keep the wasps off her she gave up on her panties and struggling to kick them from around her ankles, made a dash across the sharp stones and up the far bank.
Her fear drove the now naked young girl onwards until she reached a fallen tree that blocked her path. Stepping up onto a branch she raised her other leg and hoisted it over the narrow trunk. Just as she did her wet foot slipped from under her and she fell forward with one leg each side of the trees trunk.
Melissa's scream ended in a choked cry as her naked, hairless, pussy came down hard on the rough bark of the tree. Her body slid down the trunk with her puffy pussy lips wrapped around the tree and her glistening wet pussy and tiny clit scraping down the rough surface.
For long seconds the little preteen hung in the air with one leg either side of the trunk and a look of agony on her face until the sound of angry wasps caused her to try to get off the tree trunk.
Throwing one leg behind her and over the tree she fell in a heap on the forest floor.
Winded, bent double and in pain from her injured pussy Melissa stumbled away from the sound of the buzzing. Climbing a bank she reached the top and stopped, looking down a steep slope.
Trying to back up the injured girl lost her footing and landed painfully on her bottom. She couldn't stop herself as she began to slide down the slope feet first. Ahead she could see that the slope ended in a drop but couldn't see over the edge to see how far down it went.
Melissa tried to stop her slide by digging in her heels but the cuts from the stones hurt too much. She grabbed at the vines that grew on the slope and managed to slow her fall slightly but they kept tearing out by the roots.
Now she was near the edge and the only thing between her and the drop was an old broken tree root. The root was about 10 inches long and nearly an inch across at the top. Weathered to a smooth end that faced her it got thicker further down the root until it disappeared underground.
Frantically Melissa grabbed at the vines and wrapped them around her wrists as her feet disappeared over the edge of the drop. The vines held and the young girl stopped with one leg on each side of the old root, its smooth end just touching the lips of her pussy.
Pulling hard on the vines just made the roots tear from the ground and the helpless preteen girl slid an inch lower towards the edge, causing her to gasp as the root slid between the puffy lips of her sex and stopped just inside her.
With her hands wrapped in vines and her legs dangling over the void Melissa was helpless and could do nothing to raise her body up, so just stayed as still as she could. She could feel the smooth end of the root just inside her young body and shuddered as a feeling of apprehension filled her.
"Punish her," she heard the whisper from the trees as she lay there.
"Please, I didn't mean to," she cried as she felt herself sink an inch lower and felt the root sink deeper inside her now pressing urgently against her virginity. Not only was the root deeper but it was wider and she could feel it beginning to stretch her young flesh apart.
As the vines pulled further from the ground the little preteen struggled to wrap them further around her wrists but now the only things stopping her being further impaled on the root, was her virginity and the thickness of the root itself as it struggled to force her open.
Agonisingly slowly, the weight of the pretty young girl's body, forced her down onto the root until with a high pitched scream she felt it tear through her virginity as she sank another inch lower.
With three inches of the root buried inside her the young girl felt as though she was being torn in two. Bit by bit she could feel the root forcing her open and burying itself deep inside her. A fraction of an inch at a time her own body weight bore her down on the rude invader with only the tightness of her vaginal passage slowing its progress.
"Punish her," she heard the trees whisper again and knew that she was only getting what she deserved for her wickedness.
Her head shot up in pain as she slid further down the root and a rough edge tore across her stretched apart pussy lips. As the tears blurred her vision she could see over the edge of the drop and down onto a nightmarish vision of blackened and burnt forest and remembered back to last week when she and her brother had lit a fire in the woods that spread out of control and destroyed many acres of woodland. At the time they had thrilled to see the many fire engines but now she could see the destruction they had caused.
"Now share the pain," the trees whispered as the root ripped ever deeper inside her, stretching her open as it went.
By the time the searchers found her, the preteen girl was resting on the edge of the cliff with nearly 10 inches of root buried deep inside her pussy, which was stretched nearly four inches wide at the base. They marvelled at the fact that the old tree root had saved the young girl's live by stopping her from falling over the drop onto the burnt out tree stumps below but Melissa knew the truth. The forest had punished her for what she had done!
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