Rationally, I knew the straps that held me to Freydis were strong enough to haul a cow, but that didn’t stop me from cringing with every little slip of the ropes. Rationally, I knew the likelihood of Freydis crashing was slim, but that didn’t stop me from imagining the nosedive. Rationality had little real-estate in my mind when I was staring down at seven-hundred feet of nothing. I tried to hold in the need to piss and vomit as I scoured the tiny features beneath me, hoping beyond hope that a mane of red hair would pop out somewhere. Where the fuck did you go?! Freydis landed on a thick branch high in the canopy, giving me a chance to do the necessities. Even though its diameter was easily twenty feet, its curved surface led me to believe a stiff gust of wind would send me tumbling right off it. Freydis stood confidently while I crawled on my hands and knees, trying to keep my eyes doggystyle fixed on what was right in front of me, and not the thousand-foot drop at my sides. Had I been looking up, I probably would have noticed the arrowhead pointing right at me, but I didn’t. No, I crawled, grumbling and cursing, right into the point of it. “Ow, shit!” I yelled, rubbing the top of my head, looking up, and then groaning. It was a nymph warrior, all five feet of him packed with muscle and weaponry, standing naked save for the straps that held his blades. Freydis spun on her heel, reached for her axe, and then stopped as scores big of arrowheads protruded from the foliage, seeming to filter from the greenery. We were fucked. Freydis was stripped of her axe and bound by the hands and feet. I probably would have been tied in a similar manner, until our captors saw the markings on my flesh. Then, I was tied with every piece of rope they could find, and carried by a pole like a prized pig. I might’ve been worried that they were going to eat me, had I not been so preoccupied with screaming my lungs out in terror. The nymphs decided that the best way to transport Freydis and I, was to toss us from branch to branch, catch us with nets, and then toss us again. I was thrown over the thousand-foot tits drop repeatedly, tossed through the trees for a mile until we got to the colony. The nymph colony of Arbortus was essentially a large tree house, but instead of a house, it was thousands of buildings, and instead of a single tree, it was twenty massive Great Maples. The wood buildings covered the connecting branches like barnacles on a wharf, small seemingly built at random. A closer look would show that each building was precisely engineered to be built where it was, but from a distance, it looked like a shanty town in the skies. Ropes and ladders hung from every branch, spiraling steps wound the circumference of the trunks, and bridges were constructed across thinner spans, allowing for easy transport from tree to tree. The nymphs moved with deft agility and confidence, jumping spans like party they meant nothing, climbing sheer sides as though it were as simple as taking the stairs. I endured ten more minutes of nerve-wracking transport before I was thankfully dropped on a flat floor inside a spacious hall. From my awkward position on the planks, I could see sunbeams shining through rafters, and carved archways supporting a wooden ceiling. Whispers echoed ahead of me, but I couldn’t crane my neck enough to see who was talking. I was suddenly pulled upright, stripped of my binds, and then stripped of my clothing in less than a second. Behind me, I heard Freydis struggling and cursing, and in front of me, sat the eight matriarchs of Arbortus. I could tell they were ancient by their turquois hair, light-green complexions, and the overgrown size of their ram-like horns, but the unknowing eye would see them as women barely past their teen years. As I finished my breakfast, I planned out my day, and knew the first thing I needed to do. “Dunno Mum,” Becky replied, “not sure if I am honest if I even want to mix with the old crowd.” We had to spit apart and some of us had to move. I don't know doggystyle how many strokes it was, perhaps five, big perhaps five hundred. In fact, I don't think you even mentioned Freddy's balls at all.” He invited Jill and me behind the counter to their party office. “And now you’re afraid I will say something to get my brother in trouble, or that I will call you all kinds of whore and bitch and throw you out?” I want this whore full to the brim. I was really pleased when the spotlights went off and Michael came to the front and said, “I was going to say small that it was very nice of you to support them but I know that you like being like you are.” "No I do think you're hot, I think your very beautiful" He gasped at her strength and did nothing to resist. Pushing my cock up into him deeper, he let out another tits moan of ecstasy. As she kissed, Aunt Sheen put her arms around my sides and grabbed my ass. Teresa’s brows raised and her mouth opened, glancing between her cock, the screen, and Vera’s half-lidded eyes. "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU" asked a young black hooker as she checked out Pinkie. I felt a little sorry for daddy having to wait outside the stores for us until I noticed his eyes darting around behind his dark sunglasses.