Nearly There

AN: Sorry for the lack of updates. Been kind of busy. Okay so things have kind of turned towards the strange. Don’t know how it will blow over with you, but I like it. Please tell me what you think.
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I am the way into the Doleful City
I am the way into eternal grief,
I am the way to at forsaken race.
Justice it was that move my great creator;
Divine omnipotence created me,
And Highest wisdom joined with primal love.
Before me nothing but eternal things
Were made, and I shall last eternally
Abandon all hope, all you who enter.


Enshrouded in darkness the girl raced on. Too frightened to risk looking back she pushed herself ever deeper into the forest. “Hey little girl why don’t you stop so we can play.” The voice came from somewhere behind her. A deep rumbling voice that was on the verge of a growl.

“Yeah you might even have some fun.” This second voice was even deeper, barely intelligible as though his teeth were getting in the way of his speech. These steady taunts urged the girl to move faster. Other than the few sparse patches of moonlight visible through the canopy the girl was essentially blind.

The branches from the trees pulled and tugged at her clothing and hair. The claw-like appendages forced her to fight for every foot in her escape. She could hear the steady footsteps of her assailants moving as though the forest posed no problem for them. They were on the hunt and were sure of their prey.

Side splitting and heart racing the girl stumbled into a clearing. She was too tired to go on. In the middle of the moonlighted region was an ancient-looking tree. Using what little energy she had left she raced the remaining thirty feet to the tree. To the girls dismay all the branches where just out of her reach. Oddly every time she jumped to reach one they seemed to move just slightly higher.

Thinking that all was lost the girl started to leave the clearing when she noticed a crack in the tree that she could have sworn wasn’t there before. Out of options she squeezed through the crack to find herself in the slimy interior of the tree. The tree was basically hollow, but for the sides which were coated in a yellow-green mucus. At around four feet in diameter the girl had little trouble keeping to the center of the tree.

“Little girl, where could you have gone?” Came the first voice she heard earlier. “We don’t hear you anymore.”

“We may not hear, but we can smell and I know you’re by that tree. So, why don’t you come down or from behind it before I have to come and get you.” Called the second voice. The girl still had no idea who her pursuers were. They stood just outside of the ring of moonlight. They knew she was near the tree, but whether or not they knew that she was in the tree she didn’t know. So she dared not make a sound.

“Come on my precious we promise not to hurt you. You’re scared and confused we’re here to help you, “ the first voice took on a note of sympathy. Almost comforting. Almost. He was right she was scared and confused. She wasn’t sure how she ended up in the woods. Even so, whatever spell the first voice tried to weave on her wasn’t quite effective. Something about the voice kept ringing untrustworthy. So focused in the direction of the first voice she didn’t notice that shadow creeping towards the tree.

“I see,” growled the second voice that was now right next to the tree. Frantically the girl pushed herself as far away for the opening without touching the questionable walls of the tree. “You’re not up and you’re not around… then little girl… you must be in!” With the last word a hideous face appeared before the opening in the trunk. It was the face of a massive lion.

He was actually humanoid. His eyes where the yellow-gold of real lions. His mouth was like a humans except it contained two inch fangs that where two big for the shape his mouth, lending to his speech impediment. “Don’t you want to pet the kitty?” The girl couldn’t help it she screamed. The lion man threw back his head with a mighty roar that caused his great mane of hair to rattle. His eyes promised a terrible violence.

The beast man was huge. Too large to squeeze his way through the crack, but he tried. Truly terrified the girl pushed herself right into wall of goo. Just as fast as she touched the stuff she found that she was stuck fast to the wall. The lion-man through with words and impatient to get to the girl stopped his futile attempts of squeezing through the crack.

Thinking that perhaps the lion-man had given up she worked to free herself. Not long she realized that she was not moving from that wall.

“No! I will not let you have another one,” came the lions voice. With out warning a huge claw burst through the trunk of the tree around the girls neck, then another around her waist. Stuck to the tree and now shackled by the claws all the girls hopes of escape were gone. There was little that the girl could do so she prayed. Raising her face skyward with eyes closed she prayed or at least attempted to. In no more then a instant the lion man gave a mighty tug. With claws at neck and waist the girl felt the life squeezing out of her.

As if just remembering that the girl could easily be killed the lion-man eased his grip. Using this brief respite the girl gagged and gulped for air, while doing so she opened her eyes to a scene that terrified her anew. In the rising depths of the tree where bodies. Dozens of them. All female as far as she could tell. Plastered in seeming random order along the walls of the tree. Each incased in the gooey substance. Skinless, eyeless and some even fleshless they were the epitome of morbid. Some with grim terror forever plastered to there face and others with silent resolve they all seem to stare at the girl with those eyeless sockets. Showing what her future was to hold.

Topping everything off where the maggot larvae swarming the bodies. They were the size of leeches and they were singing. The girl didn’t hear the singing with ears, but in her head. Over and over they sang the song.

Don’t you ever laugh as a hearse goes by
Or you may be the next to die
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
From your head down to your feet

They put you in a big black box
And cover you up in dirt and rocks
All goes well for about a week
Then you your coffin begins to leak

The worms crawl in
The worms crawl out
The worms play pinnacle
In your snout

They eat your eyes
They eat your nose
They eat the jelly between
Your toes

Then a big green worm
With rolling eyes
Crawls in your stomach
And out your eyes

Your stomach turns a slimy green
Then puss pours out like whipping cream
You spread it on a slice of bread
And that’s what you eat when your dead.

Tearing her eyes from the sickening view she noticed that the goop was spreading. It covered over half the lions mans claw. The whole ordeal seem to be taking too long. Unbeknownst to the girl time was moving much faster in the tree. So what should have been seconds translated to minutes.

The goop was almost to her nose. Her mouth had been covered long ago. Time seemed almost up for her when she felt a second pair of strong claws break through the tree. This second pair unlike the first didn’t try to grab onto her directly instead it worked at tearing an outline of her body around the tree. To her the process was agonizingly slow. With nothing else to do and only able to move her eyes which were covered in the goo, but unaffected she glanced back up the tree.

The once singing maggots were now in a frenzy swarming together they created what looked like a giant hand. The hand reared back before it began racing down the tree. The hand would reach the girl, before the claws could finish it didn’t work faster. The hand made it to the girl first. The rancid smell of rotting flesh engulfed the girl. With no other choice, but to breath in the stench she felt the bile rise with no where to go. If she didn’t get fresh air soon she would choke on her rising stomach content.

Like a spider on it web the hand was unaffected by the it’s goop. Reaching around the mucus that covered the girls body it grabbed hold of her legs. The feel of the hand on the girl skin was the worst. Millions of leech sized maggots worked to pull her from the lions mans claws that were still around her neck and waist. Each tug from the massive hand caused dozens of the maggots to dislodge and have to reform. They were slimy and sticky to the touch. Thousands of suction cup mouth latched to the girls legs threatened to shred her skin.

Time was running out, for the girl’s nose was covered by the substance. Unable to breath she went back to her original plan and prayed. Death would come to her in one of three ways. Strangled, shredded, or suffocated either way she was dead. Her vision was fading in and out and as far as she could tell, the hand didn’t seem to be having any luck freeing her. The claws around her neck and waist tightened once again. And, once again crushing the life from her. She didn’t have the strength or even the will to pray anymore. Things were at a stand still.

Fresh air, pure and sweet enveloped her. Quickly she sat up and breathed. Each deep breath sweeter then the last. She was alive. Her prays had been heard. The joy she felt left as quickly as it came when she met her saviors. Before her stood the lion man she had seen before in all his terrifying glory. Standing nearly nine feet tall he was giant. Beside him was the owner of the second pair of claws. Another anthropomorphic creature. Standing nearly eight feet tall he was essentially a leopard man. Spots covered his lightly furred yellow-gold skin. Fangs that were an inch long and whiskers graced he face. The overall affect gave the sense of his beautiful deadly grace.

The lion man looked piss and impatient, while the leopard man only looked amused and calculating. Again the girl was trapped. With these deadly giants in front of her there was no where for her to go. The hunt was over and they had caught their prey.

“Well now, you caused quite a bit of trouble for us tonight. Can’t say it hasn’t made the chase more interesting,” of the two it was clear the leopard man was the leader of the two. “You should feel very fortunate young lady, because you’re the first female to ever escape the clutches of that tree.” Upon mentioning the tree the girl looked around to find it. A little ways off she saw it. There was a gapping hole where she had been torn from it, that was already closing. On the outside it didn’t nearly look as big as it did on the inside.

“I should just go ahead and rip your throat out from all the trouble you’ve caused me,” growled the lion man.

“Come now Camlach, be at peace. If you kill her know then all your efforts would have been in vain.” Camlach seemed to settle a bit, but he was still upset.

“Now my lady, this here is my friend Camlach and myself Azzalle and you are our prisoner. You know it’s not often that we get to play with a human. Often your kind get caught by that tree back there, but lucky for you our friend Camlach here has taken quite a fancy to you and so took it upon his self to rescue you at great danger to himself,” explained Azzalle, “just know that if you survive your experience with us you are free to go. But just so you know as far as I can remember their has yet to be a survivor. Due to Camlachs little tendency to get a bit carried away.”

Without further preliminaries the two beast men where on her. Either she was still a bit disoriented or they moved faster than she could follow. Hot rough tongues played across her neck and chest that was now shirtless. The girl also noticed that Azzalle and Camlach no longer had on pants. She couldn’t help it. Call it girlish curiosity, but she looked. No surprise the two male were more than just well endowed. Camlach was easily fifteen inches, while Azzalle though significantly shorter was wider nearly four inches. If they impaled the girl she would be split apart. No wonder no one caught by them had survived.

Left to little else the girl screamed. A blood piercing scream that echoed through the forest and actually caused her two molesters to pause. But just for a moment. Then they went back to business. Camlach may have initially been impatient, but now he was trying to savior the moment. He worked from her belly button on up. His long rough tough working a line up her body between her breast. He began working on the her left breast first. First using long sure licks then short quick one. Circle the areola. Switching to the right he did the same thing. In no time her breast were almost painfully erect largely against her will. Camlach delicately took the nipple in his deadly fangs and nibbled on it. Switching back and forth between the two. The deadliness of the situation made her even more aroused. If he were to add anymore pressure he could cause her some serious damage. Apparently this idea excited him too, because he grew even larger. As much as the girl wanted to fight back she was helpless. Sickly aversion and terror turned to pleasure and desire. She slowed her struggling against the claw that had her wrist planted to the ground and her screams turned to moans.

“Tisk tisk little lady your not suppose to be enjoying yourself. If you’re not scared it’s no fun,” this statement from Azzalle who she nearly forgot brought her back to her senses. She was being raped by a lion and a leopard. “Now that better.” Sensing the fear returning it was Azzalle’s turn to act. Working from the belly button down he used his sharp fangs to rip away the delicate material of her dress and panties. The adrenaline caused by the girls terror went into over drive. She thrashed to no avail. The two beast men held her firmly in place. Azzalle gave a deep chuckle before he inspected the newly unclothed area.

Putting his nose between her thighs he breathed in deeply. “Ahhh…seems to me that the fear is a turn on for you too.” His long whiskers brushed against the girls thighs causing her breath to catch. With the tip of his tongue he set about the task of lapping up the juices that were flowing from the girl. Deep within her nether lips he licked and cleaned. Each movement of his head causing his whiskers to brush her inner thigh. The sensation of the whiskers were infuriating to her. There was nothing she could do for the tickling so she screamed again. The frustration evident in her scream. To bring her back to where she was Azzalle ranked one of his fangs across her delicate nub. Once again the horror of what might happen to her if he wasn’t careful heightened the girls fear and pleasure.

“What do we have here?” this new voice caught everyone of guard. A look of pure terror flashed across the eyes of both Azzalle and Camlach. “I hope I’m not seeing what I think I’m seeing.” The rage plain and thick. To top it off the voice was female. A deep contra alto with a touch of growl.

“Oh um… Eisande…it’s not what you think,” began Azzalle, “this girl here…um was walking through our woods and got caught by the tree. Because she was sucha pretty little thing Camlach took a fancy to her and -”

“Save it!” Eisande roared. This Eisande was still out of sight. The girl had no clue who this new intruder was. “I have told you and Camlach countless times that if I ever catch either one of you fucking with another human girl then I would kill you both!”

“But Eisande,” chirped Camlach, “ we haven’t fucked her yet.”

“Yes, and that’s why I’m not going to kill you.” Out of the shadows stepped Eisande. Like the others she was she was a humanoid. A big black she-wolf and fearsome was she. Standing well over seven feet tall she had jet black fur and ruby red eyes. Her mouth had more teeth then seemed possible for a human mouth to hold. Her raged steamed off of her in a blue waves. Creating a flame-like aurora. The girl was frightened stiff. Lucky for her the she-wolf hadn’t really noticed her yet. Eisande took a step forward and Azzalle and Camlach took one back. Every muscle was tensed in the males ready to run. The situation was heated. The girl chance of escape was now, but she knew not how to escape without bringing Eisande’s attention to her.

“This way.” The girl tired of new voices that usually meant danger looked around for this one. Unlike all the others this one had no hint of growl or teeth too large for a human to hold. “This way,” the voice said again. There was no malice nor anger only a patient warmth that the girl didn’t quite trust. She seemed to be the only one who could here the voice. Like the singing the bugs it was in her head. Looking around she noticed a patch of light. Not moonlight, but sunlight back towards the forest. Since it was night she took it as the direction the voice was indicated and with pains taking slowness attempted to edge her way towards the light.

“Where do you think your going.” All that building fury was directed to girl. Eisande’s attention had found a new victim. “Oh no honey, if I can’t kill these two shit heads, then I’m sure as hell going to kill somebody.” The girl forgetting caution hurled herself into the direction of the light. She only had a fifty foot head start on Eisande that would diminish in a matter of seconds. The girl made it to the shining spot.

“This way,” said the voice again. Looking into the woods the girl saw a trail of spots that seemed to just meander through the woods. “Stick to the path,” warned the mysterious voice. Without further hesitation the girl followed the path of light. All the while the she-wolf practically breathed down her neck. Only the girl could see the light. As long as she stuck to where she was suppose to go Eisande lost ground.

Already tired from her previous ordeal the girl was about out of energy. “ A little further,” the peaceful voice came again. The girl burst through the forest to the mouth of an enormous cave. “Go in.” Following the directives she stepped into the cave. “You’re safe here.” Not sure whether to believe the voice the girls went a little further into the cave and hid behind a rock. Looking out the opening she saw Eisande burst through woods. In complete animal form Eisande took the form a deadly black wolf.

“Gahh…you little bitch. You think you’re safe. I can smell you. I know you’re in the cave. Just know that if you come out I’ll kill you faster than you can blink.” Her wolf snout had trouble forming the words, but her promise didn’t loose any affect on the girl. Then Eisande was gone. Gone back to take care of Azzalle and Camlach who she couldn’t kill, but still meant punish non the less.

Finally safe from pursuers the girl broke down in tears. “Don’t stay here. Keep Moving.” The voice came again. The voice had yet to steer her wrong so she continued to follow it. Moving deeper into the cave it was evident that only the entrance was big. As she moved further the tunnel narrowed and narrowed until she had to struggle to keep going. More than once did she scrape her flesh on the rocks.

After what seemed like hours she came to a pool of what appeared to be water. “Stop here. Rest and see.” Needing no further instructions the girl collapsed to her knees near the pool and drank heartily. The water cooled her immensely. The girl hadn’t noticed before, but the temperature in the cave was sweltering. Nearly too hot for comfort. Sitting at the edge of the pool she waited for the next directions. The voice did not speak. She’d stopped at the pool. She was resting, but she knew not what to see.

She did not have to wait long for the pool began to turn mercury silver. Fearing to touch the liquid she scooted just a little ways back. She stared at the pool. Her own reflection turned to an image. Then the image turned to multiple images like a movie. Like an old silent movie with color. What she saw shocked her.

In the scene there was a boy some sixteen years of age. Dirty blond hair, murky gray eyes, and more pimples on his face then tolerable. He was simply put ugly. He didn’t seem to be alone. He was talking to someone that the girl couldn’t see. His greasy face was well animated with the conversation he was having with the unseen person. Several times a hand reached out to touch his face, but nothing could be discerned about the person. The hand and arm were fully gloved. A thick black glove that distorted the size and shape of the persons hand. To the girl it seemed as though the boy were talking to her. As though he were looking at her back through the pool.

Apparently the other person told the boy to lay down, because he was reclining on mattress it what looked like a cellar. Albeit a well lighted cellar. The girl didn’t recognize it. The boy was no longer in her line of sight. The girl was now looking down at a table strewn with assorted foods. It wasn’t a lot but more than enough for one person. And hidden between the food were cutting utensils. A wicked looking butcher knife, a switch blade, and razor. The gloved hand reached down for some grapes and the switch blade.

Suddenly it dawned on the girl. She was about to witness a murder through the killers eyes. Grapes and knife in hand the would be killer turned back towards the boy that now was nude. The boy was impressive. Momentarily dropping the knife the mystery person went to their knees by the boy’s phallus. Crushing half of the grapes to a pulp the gloved hand went about messaging the juices on his straining prick. Not neglecting the balls the grape pulp was added between the hanging flesh. The gloved hand then began to work the pulp around the boy anus. Knowing what was to come next the girl wanted to look away, but like a really bad car accident there was not turning away. Plucking one of the remaining grapes from the stem the other person went about carefully working the grape into the boy’s anus. Working slowly and deliberately so as not to squash the grape one was worked in. At look of utter pleasure spread across the boy’s face.

The unseen person gave the boy another order, because he promptly went about showing a flexibility that was not common in overweight people. The boy sitting with this legs sticking straight out bent so that his head now rested in his lap. He was sucking his self off. No more. This the girl couldn’t take so she did look away. Waiting a few moments before turning back to the scene she saw that the boy was now lying once more on his back. The gloved hand was back to putting grapes in his anus. Judging by the glistening in that region quite a few of the grapes were squished.

Ecstasy pure and simple was all the boy projected. His labored breathing indicated that he was about to climax again. Obviously sensing that he was on the verge the hidden figure picked up the switch blade. The boy didn’t notice when the would be killer placed the end of the knife to his neck. The next few instances happened so fast that the girl didn’t know how to react. The boy climax and at that critical moment the blade of the knife shot straight into the boy’s neck. The nine inch steel went cleanly through his neck. Running it sharply across his trachea the boy was dead. All but decapitated a look of joy was his last expression.

Not done yet the killer grabbed their other utensils and went to work. To the girl the world was spinning. The air in the cave was too hot. Gasping for breath she turned back to the image in the pool and destroyed it. However not before she witnessed the killer running the razor blade down the middle of the boy’s gut. The water that was once fresh and cool was now just as hot as the cave. And the combinations of the heat made her feverish. “Go to sleep it’s okay.” The voice that had been silent till now was back. Her body over heated the girl passed out.