FOREST5.TXT

The Rack -By SwampRat
(c) 1990 The BrotherHood Of Pan
    1991 The Rashathran Society

They placed him on an "H" shaped device, strapping his arms and legs. The bar
pressed against his back. The others watched, shuddering. Ready to strop their
animals to an all out gallop.. They didn't want to see what would come out of
the forest to claim it's latest victim. They only knew that the screams
started soon after they left, and lasted for quite some time. The whispers
told of monsters who nibbled on a victim, starting at the toes, until it had
consumed him. Other said it was demons, torturing the man, until he finally
died in anguish. All they knew was the screams were horrible. And the rack was
empty, sometimes stained with some gory blotch, but no bones. No skin.
Nothing. But only males. Any female put on the rack was found, hours later,
wandering on the outskirts of the woods.. And somebody in the party never made
it out..  Vanished, Stallion and all.

The idea came to the Baron, after listening to the rumors that trickled from
the lower ranks. The peasants talked of a haunted woods, where animals came
out crazy, as did any herder stupid or greedy enough to go in after them. If
they came out at all! A young lad of about 15 summers had been caught
stealing. The Baron was renown for his 'lessons'. That is, he killed any
subject who broke the rules so hideously, that nobody would want to be a
miscreant again. But, puzzle as he might for something suitably terrifying,
nothing came forth.. Then somebody who's mother had kept them in line with
tales of terror involving the woods, suggested the youth spend time in it. The
Baron agreed. They made a day of it. With much steel clashing, and horns
trumpeting they set off. With a local priest, the Only man to have walked
through the woods and stayed anywhere near sane. If the giggling creature who
talked to shadows, and made lewd gestures at the trees could be called sane.
He led them to a semi-clearing, where a contraption hung down from a
weirdly-shaped oak.

A horn hung from a chain near the tree. The Baron shuddered. This was clearly
a place of sacrifice at one time. Pagan rituals to some hideous god.. Perfect!
There was a plaque by the horn. "Place Ye The Male Nekked Upon The Alter. Blow
Ye Horne. The Gods Of Ye Forreste Will Commeth." They stripped the man of
clothing, and tied him down to the much-too-clean-Not-to-have-been-used-
recently structure. Then the Baron blew the horn. It made a guttural sound.
The woods were suddenly silent. The Priest yelled, and spurred his horse out
of the clearing. The men, not so emboldened, did likewise. They felt eyes on
them, even as they urged greater speed of animals who needed no prodding. Even
so, they had no more than got to the edge of the trees, than a soul-wrenching
scream came from behind them. They made good speed back to the relative safety
of the castle. The Baron found he had no need of any other instrument of
torture. Even 'spies' would confess to most anything, as long as they weren't
sent to the Woods. Most ended up there anyway.. The Priest never made it out,
neither did his steed. The Baron thought it a small price to pay. Even if he
did like the animal..

* * *

Not long after the dust had settled, a bear walked out of the woods. It
sniffed the terrified youth, then licked at the sweat that trickled down one
muscular buttock. It tickled.. The tongue rasped at the other cheek. He felt
the warm sponge move up his shuddering back. Paws gripped his thighs, then
moved up to clutch at his shoulders. The man thought to turn his head, but
decided not to, when the tongue slid along the back of an ear.. Then the same
scream that made the Horses gallop a bit faster, shattered the silence. A huge
pole levered his buttocks apart, probing around. Found his anus, and pried it
open. The shock was intense as he tried to stop the thing from going deeper. A
growl told him this might not be the best idea he ever had.. Then another
noise made him jerk his head around. A large gray animal slunk out of the
brush. The wolf stared at him with amber eyes. Then walked up to him, and
nosed his nuts! He squawked, a warm tongue sliding over them. In fact he was
so stunned, he didn't even feel the bear's cock sliding deeper into his guts,
until it was rubbing it's crotch into his butt.

By then it was too late. The wolf stared straight into his eyes, lapping at
his dick, only looking down when it was totally erect, and starting to drip
pre-cum. Then it ducked under his legs, and he felt it's ears twitch against
his thighs. He could only guess by the way the bear grunted, that it was now
lapping on the animal's balls.. An armored snout peeked out of the bushes.
Followed by a dragon's head. The young man struggled, and the bruin slid it's
thick penis halfway out, holding it there. The monster came forward, stuck
it's nose into his crotch, peeling back the encrusted foreskin with it's
fangs. Then he howled, as teeth bit through the skin, revolving, biting it
totally off.. The pain was momentary, as the bear slammed back in to the
roots, one feeling cancelling out the other.. A blast of heat singed the
ragged edges, closing the wound, and burning away years worth of grime.

Now, the mouth moved in earnest, enticing the half-erection back to full-
hardness. The wolf's tongue alternately slapped across his nuts, and the
bear's. The paws shifted from his shoulders to his chest, rough pads pressing
against the sensitive nipples. His body adjusted to the maleness sliding in
him. The dragon's nostrils distended, drinking in the smell of sweaty male. It
slurped, winding it's ribbon-like tongue around the 8 inches of penis. Then
un-wound it, flaying the youth's nervous system. He yodeled.. Teeth tortured
his swelling nuts. Orgasm burned up his spine, radiated from his chest. His
eyes crossed, the tree in his guts vibrating. It spurted slimy stuff deep..
Toes curled, as the reptile scraped it's forked tongue across his cock-head.
The lad made multiple noises, his testicles now in a scaly paw. Balls and
fingers were lapped at by the horny canine under them. Cum poured out of the
piss-slit. Was gulped down as a horned nose ground hair off the jerking man.

Then, as fast as they came, the creatures were gone.. Leaving a sweating mass
of quivering flesh hanging from a tree.. But not for long. A noise made the
boy look up. A Buck sauntered out of the woods, antlers held high. It's nose
twitched.. The brown eyes studied the man. Then it stepped forward, and lapped
at the sill-dripping penis. A scream came afresh, as the deer sank it's teeth
into his cock-head. With a grunt, it swallowed the man-meat, nosing the crotch
wantonly. Warm breath stirred the remaining hairs, Then the animal nibbled on
the root, sucking hungerily. It took longer this time, but the effect was just
as dramatic. The lad squalled, as the voracious animal gulped his semen,
throat muscles pulling at the jerking man-meat. It continued until absolutely
nothing more could be gotten out of the man. Not by tongue or hoof.. He lay as
if dead, feeling very little for most of the night.

The morning brought a unicorn.. And breakfast. The contraption was tilted by
the horny equine, as it lapped on his buttocks. A pony-cock, dribbling
insemenal fluid got the man's attention. Right then, he would have gladly
gnawed on something raw.. Perhaps still moving. His tongue harvested the
nugget, which got a whinny from the animal. It moved closer, shoving it's
erection into his face, nibbling on the overused testicles. He licked on the
tip.. and got it shoved into his mouth! Sucking and chewing, he tried his
damndest to either make the creature ejaculate, or bite the tasty chunk of
flesh off.. The skin was way too tough to be bitten into, and only increased
the stallion's lust. It whinnied, chewed on his ass, spewing thick strong cum
into the eager mouth. The youth nursed on the 'nipple' until a damp head was
pressed against his butt, The unicorn nuzzling it tiredly, horse-nuts drained
completely. It pulled free with a grunt, and trotted off. The rack swung back
up, swaying slightly in the cool morning breeze. The lad waited for whatever
the Forest had to offer next.. Which were squirrels.

And not just a few either. Close to 50 furred bodies ran over him.. The youth
yelled hoarsely. Every orifice and wrinkle had a tiny cock wedged into it.
Tongues lapped over him. Hairy nuts were rubbed on him. Lots of little claws
caressed his cock into life. Then the fun Really began! Like leaves rustling,
the animals chittered around the man. A tongue slid into his piss-slit,
cleaning it of pre-cum. Paws jerked on him.. Back, then down. Another tongue
parted the lips, french-kissing the cock. Then the rodent moved up, to help
coax another clear bubble of insemenal fluid out, so another squirrel could
taste it.. He could only squirm, helpless, as every inch of his skin from just
under his chin to his toes was used as a sexual playground by the horny
creatures. One of then squeaked.. Setting off a chain-reaction. Tiny penis's
spurted cum onto the sweaty flesh, to be rubbed in, and lapped up by others..
Who came themselves. Now the attack on his maleness became earnest. They
jerked harder, faster. Teeth nibbled on the entire underside. Tongues followed
each throbbing vein, making them pulse faster.

His hips flexed, making a dozen creatures squeal, cumming into the slippery
butt-crack, as the flesh squeezed their maleness's.. Ejaculate spurted from
the tortured cock. To fall into open mouths! As his vision blurred the human
could just make out a whole bunch of chipmunks, wood chucks, and just about
every other type of burrowing mammal. There was a very large orgy going on
under his feet.. He snarled, throwing his head back, another blob jetted into
the seething carpet. The animal it hit was engulfed in a sea of tongues. A
third was allowed to escape.. Then the squirrels got their share. The penis
was shoved almost vertical, still spurting. Dozens of paws grabbed at the
slimy nuggets as they passed. What little made it past the animals on the top,
didn't get past the legs. It was like watching a hundred thirsty creatures,
gazing at a rain cloud. Tongues out, hoping to catch a raindrop. Only when
absolutely nothing could be gotten out of the limp being, did they depart. If
the human would have been awake, having passed-out some time before, he would
have felt cleaner than at any time in his life, flesh having been scoured by
the horny little critters.

Afternoon came with a gentle breeze, and a bear. It sniffed the quivering
flesh.. Fed the man on berries, gave him a drink of water from a sack it had
on it's shoulder.. Their tongues slid across each other. The cock remained
limp in the stroking paw, balls totally drained. That didn't stop the animal
from nibbling on it.. Nor from latching claws into the frame, pulling the
man's warm mouth close to it's own sheath. The bruin had smeared some of the
juice on the firm butt. Now, it cleaned the skin off.. A tongue slid across
the leathery cock-holder.. The animal growled, hunching. His cock popped out..
To be swallowed whole. Hind paws dancing, the bruin fucked the warm mouth.
Orgasm pulled his black lips back.. The man gulped it down, wanting every last
drop. The creature finally had to pull free of the suction that threatened to
take his cock off at the roots.. Sheath and all. He gave the limp human a
nuzzling, and another drink. Then disappeared back into the trees.. The man
heard a 'clopping' sound. 

He could just twist around enough to see a robed man leading a horse. The
'Priest' grinned at him, then undid the shackles, catching the sodden heap.
Laying the lad on the back of his horse, who eyes the naked butt with more
than just a passing interest, he led the animal to a hut.. When he had
recovered enough he was placed in a coach and delivered to a castle. There, he
met a dragon, and Many horny animals. He was made welcome in more ways than
one!

The End