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LEAF
by: Maze Walker
This story is pure fantasy written for a mature audience that likes
this type of story. All characters are not based on anyone that I
know or have ever met in this life-time.
His friends suggested that he try regeneration therapy to
get to the bottom of his continuous nightmares. In addition he
could use the experience to illustrate the influence of
reincarnation in the works of the major authors that he was
writing about for his English dissertation, it might give him a
creative edge. An actual interview and experience with a real
life practitioner of past life experiences led him to this holistic
doctor who looked more austere than someone who dappled in
such a playful new age field, but who was he to judge?
To look at him, a very polite conservatively dressed man,
you would never guess the infernos that enraged inside. He set
his tape recorder on the floor and lay down on a hard cot beside
the regressor. It was explained to him that he would be
hypnotized with auto suggestion, and it was important to relax.
He probably wouldnt go far back into time, on the first try. The
lights were dimmed and.....................
He could smell pine and black oak, soddy mire and
crushed grasses, it drifted by. The room felt cool and lush. He
heard someone call out Leaf. It sounded like a womans
voice. He knew her voice, of course. It was his Mother.
He turned away from her and continued to ride his
chestnut mare deeper into the forest glade. He loved his Mother,
and he was doing it for her as tomorrow was her birthday, and
he wanted to give her a present. He had spotted a silver kit fox
a few days before. He had searched out the fox den and was
coming back with his spear, to kill the fox so his Mother could
have fur gloves to keep her hands warm in the oncoming winter.
As soon as he spotted the fox, he got off of his horse to
stalk it. Deep in concentration on the fox, he never heard the
sound of horses until it was too late. The fox slipped away from
the lone hunter as he became the quarry of a greater hunt. One
of the rough men had already claimed Leafs horse tying it
behind his own.
Leaf was sure they meant to kill him, his breathe was
ragged as he tried to run towards the brush. The trap had been
laid. As he ran towards a hedge two other men stepped out from
their hidden spots, and tripped him. As he stumbled they grabbed
him, and effortlessly twisted his hand until he dropped his spear.
He sensed there were seven or eight of them, and one of
him. He was too far from the village for his screams to be heard.
He closed his eyes so he wouldnt see the death blow. Even in
his short life he knew that death followed at the footsteps behind
each person.
To his surprise he was still standing on his feet. The men
were talking in a tongue he didnt understand. One went over
and pulled off the band that kept his hair tied back. His hair fell
forward, and the man twisted it in his hands examining its
golden color. For a moment he thought that they might scalp
him for his hair. He started to yell until a hand was placed hard
over his mouth.
Another set of hands started to grope him. His shirt was
lifted up and his flat nipples pinched and pressed by hard fingers.
Someone unknotted his pants and they tumbled down to the
forest floor. A man proceeded to cup his balls, massaging them
and pressing his testes between their thumb and forefinger
rolling them back and forth, and then releasing them. The hands
moved upward to his penis which was masterly handled making
his organ hard, and pulsating through his fear.
Meanwhile someone had groped his rear. He felt his
buttock spread out and through the cool air came a sharp pain as
a finger pierced his private hole. He was now being probed in all
directions making his entire body shake. He was old enough to
take a woman, but instead he was being treated as one. His legs
could no longer hold him upright. Only these renegades were not
through with him. They leaned him against one another as they
switched positions, each one taking their time to physically
assess him.
Finally they gagged him with a clothe, tied him up and
threw him on a dirty blanket in the bottom of a cart. He heard a
latch put in place, as he tried to buck, and fight. It was hopeless.
They had secured him too well. Slowly the cart rattled as two
horses pulled it, with him helplessly inside.
He was distrait. How could he escape back to his village?
His mother would be panicked by now. He must have traveled
for over twelve hours or so. Only once did they stop, and
ungaged him to give him water. His clothes were now stained
from his own bodily functions as he was not given time to relieve
himself.
The second night he was fed, and they had him walk
around to use his legs. He was still kept tied up, and as the place
was remote there was no one to call out for help. With nothing
else to do he tried to make sense of their words. The third night
created the pattern for several weeks to come. The terrain was
getting more sparse, and very unfamiliar. They made him ride all
day in the airless wagon to weaken him, at night they gave him
water now mixed with a poor quality wine. If he refused to
cooperate they would punish him by force feeding him and
massaging his throat as they painfully tugged his hair.
After they ate, they played a game with stag bones. The
winner would lead him off to their sleep sac, and spread animal
fat on their cock. Then he would be placed face into the ground
as the man would mount him and thrust into his rectum until
their weapon was spent. Then he would be pulled back to the
fire so a new game could start. They would set him, the prize off
to the side where once in awhile someone would walk over and
caress his hair.
Now that he could see the men clearly, they were
swarthy with muscular builds. Their hair was black, or dark
brown, and they all seemed to have penetrating dark eyes. Most
of them had bristly beards which scratched the small of his back
when they mounted him. He lost track of time with each day as
they shifted southward. Finally, they let him walk beside the cart.
He was starting to realize that he was starting to enjoy the
feeling deep inside of him, when a mans cock penetrated
through his no longer resistant asshole. Now waited almost
anxiously for the nighttime when his own seed was now spilling
forth as he pleasured his captures. He knew that he wasnt going
back to his village, and started to understand the demands of his
new life..
One day they road into a village. No one seemed the
least interested in helping him. These people were strangers, and
they treated his captures with respect. He was little more than a
slave. Several more days brought them to a place that would
have impressed him if he wasnt so disheartened. It was a city
jeweled in whites and exotic flowers.
His captures stopped by an inn to take refreshment, they
bathed and put on rich clothes. He was pulled out of the cart to
a small room with a bath. They took his clothes from him and
burnt them in the fire, his last link with home. He was forced
into the tub of water where he was washed with sweet smelling
soap. His hair was washed and rinsed by them several times.
They squeezed the juice from a potent yellow fruit in his hair
though they laughed and said urine would do the same job but
not smell as sweet. They fanned his hair out to dry, and seemed
pleased with him.
He was led into a large sitting room where several richly
dressed strangers sat drinking a dark substance. He could
understand only a few words, such as sell and buy. From the
way he was inspected there was no doubt that he was the
merchandise. He thought that he also detected blond, and
pretty. There was one word, Lases, they kept repeating and it
meant nothing to him.
His hair was pulled making him arch backward so his
genitals were exposed as he was forced into a bow position.
Some agreement was made, gold coins were exchanged, and his
new masters wrapped a piece of cloth around him and led him
out. His new master was a kindly man, and greeted him as if he
were no longer a slave. He would be a companion to this man
who purchased him for many years. There was just one more
horror which would sometimes come back to him as if it were a
dream. He was given drugged wine, and while he was in a deep
sleep his flesh was cut, and his manseed removed from the sac.
This was thought to make him a docile, and a more valuable
slave. He woke up screaming sometimes as if the memories were
coming back.
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Youre screaming! the regenerator said with great
excitement. You must have had an experience from another life.
Quick tell me what it was!
It was nothing.
Nothing? I can tell when something took place.
Well then, I was a great hunter, a chief of my tribe. I
lived a long and happy life.
Then why were you screaming?
I was warning my son not to go into the woods to kill a
kit fox for his Mother.
Indeed? Now you know why most people do not want to go back
into distant lives.