Black One of Redcrook Forest

Part 2

They locked the car and Mia looked sadly at the town. The trail was quite wide and well visible, but as they went deeper into the forest it was obvious not many people walk these parts. The trail was full of bushes, fallen branches and thorny weeds, they did not walk fast. They all were thrilled they may see something unusual, to meet actual American legend, but in the end it looked like an ordinary hike.

The wood was quite dense and dark, only occasional meadows with yellow grass provided some light. Mike tracked their progress on the GPS and Patricia took some moody photos of autumn trees.

At 16:40 they arrived to a big clearing with ruined walls. "I guess this is the village. Let's look around." Patricia put down her bag and entered the nearest building. The others followed her example and spread around.

The village was ruined, it looked abandoned a long time ago, no roofs or ceilings survived the century and there were no signs of any inhabitants. In one of the better preserved huts they found an old cloth and small pile of cigarette butts so they considered it was probably the making out place of the youngsters.

They pitched their tents in the centre of the village. Mike and Pete went to the forest to get wood for a fire, the girls were still searching the ruins. "Pat? There are still some coals around here. This house was probably burned." Mia dug in the piles of dust and coals in the corner of one of the bigger huts. "Let me see." She quickly looked at nearest ruins. "It seems only some of them were burned and the rest just abandoned." Mia dug a bit deeper into the pile of dust and coals and a small piece of bone rolled out. She frowned and dug a bit deeper. The stick screeched on something solid, so she brushed it with her hand. "Oh god! There is a bone here!" Patricia quickly run to her. Mia was looking at the pile with scared face. There was a big bone in the centre and it looked definitely human. Patricia took a picture and then they both covered it with dirt.

The guys returned laughing. The carried a lots of wood. "Hey, girls! Look what we found. There is a Christmas tree back in the wood. It is full of these things." He handed Patricia a small object made of straw and clay. It resembled a human figurine (with enough imagination) with a pair of breasts and a piece of grass in the groin that was supposed to be a hairy vagina. Patricia took it and inspected it. "Looks strange. I have never seen this style. It does not look to be Indian or any European tradition." She poked the clay breasts and one flaked off. "Mia, look!" She wanted to hand it to Mia, but Mia was too shaken by the grave they found she did not care. "We found a bone. Human probably. Over there in the pile." She pointed at the ruined hut. "Show me the tree. I want to take a picture and maybe collect some samples." Pete laughed. "I already have my souvenir."

The tree was an ordinary tree at the edge of the forest. The figurines and ornaments were hanging on lower branches. All of them were made of straw and all resembled human bodies. Patricia took many photos and then looked for the best looking ones. She tore down a couple of them until she found one she was satisfied with and carefully wrapped it in paper. "I guess Peterson from department of native arts will love this."

It was getting dark and nobody was too eager to go to the other place, so they lit the fire and sat around it. They roased sausages they bought in the town and it all looked like a high school hike. They chatted and Pete opened a bottle of wine. "You know, I prepared quite well for this trip. In case any devil actually snoops around our camp I brought these." He opened his bag and took out two camera traps. "I will set them up and in case something shows up we will have it there." Mia looked quite worried. "Aren't we going to guard? No way we all sleep at the same time, someone needs to watch. This place is spooky." Pete laughed. "So the legends about the witch have gotten into your head? I don't think something would come, but in any case myself and Mike will guard you, girls." Patricia smirked. "We are in 21st century already, guys. I will guard as well."

Pete set one of the traps on the nearest wall to cover the camp and the other one on a tree to cover the widest trail leading to the forest.
Patricia was preparing for the sleep, when she noticed that her breasts are not only tender, but at least a cup size bigger then yesterday. The others were nearby and she was a bit ashamed of inspecting her breasts in front of them, so she just crawled into her sleeping bag and and probed them with her hands. Clearly she felt increased volume. The new flesh was very firm and she was even happy. She only wondered how this could happen and if it was because of her period. So she adjusted her sport bra and took a warm shirt for the night.

Mike was the second one to stand guard. The night was windy and full of noises. The leaves and branches were rustling and the fire was almost off. He had to admit to himself that it was quite unsettling. Once or twice he had the feeling that he is being watched and once he thought he heard more just than a rustling noises of branches in the wind, but he never saw anything.

They checked the traps in the morning, but even thought they had been tripped a couple of times it had been only because of wind.
Even thought the weather seemed to be worsening and the wind brought clouds they all had much better mood than yesterday. They packed their camp in fifteen minutes, had a quick breakfast and prepared for the second day.

When Patricia zipped up her jacket she noticed it is quite snug around her chest. Others seemed to be quite busy, so she turned her back to them and inspected her breasts. They grew at least a cup since yesterday and the nipples were very puffy. She thought about telling the others, but in the end she did not. When she took her bag and walked the trail she felt her nipples brushed much more against tthe material of the bra.

"So lets have a look at that dark place the legend spoke about. I would like to take some pictures. It may be good for the chapter about the environment the legends start in." Patricia smiled. Mia cheered up , but was still a bit uneasy. Pete took the map. "If I may guess the gorge is here between those hills. There are no other places where it may be. No rivers, no other hills." Mia looked at it. "And are we going to make it in a singe day?" "It is not further than six miles, so yes." "Six miles? We need to get to the place and back to the civization today. So let's hurry. I do not want to spend another night here."

They chose a trail heading north and went into the woods. The trees were rustling in the wind and the trail was full of dry branches and overgrown grass. They progressed slower than they expected.

Around noon they came to a crossroad. Pete consulted the map and pointed to a small trail to the north. "It seems we are half way there. We should hurry if we don't want to spend the nigth in the gorge." "Hey! Look!" Patricia pointed at a stake that was hammered in the middle of the thin trail. There were two planks crossing each other nailed to the top in a clear sign. Patricia brushed moss and dust down. "There was something written up here, but it is illegible now. The sign must be ancient, the nail is rusty."

Mia sighed. "Do you think it is a good idea to go there?" The others laughed. "There is nothing to worry about. The bad things happened more than hundred years ago. Have some drink", Mike handed her a small bottle. It was whiskey.

The trail was thin, but surprisingly there were no trees of bushes growing out of it, so they strode quite fast. At 3 PM they finally arrived to two small hills with a steep gorge between them.

The atmosphere was thick and they all went silent. They felt a strange threat hanging in the air and even birds seemed to avoid it. They put down their bags and went into the gorge. All of them went there except for Mia, who insisted on guarding the bags.

The gorge was surprisingly short. They walked around moss covered rocks and then suddenly reached a small clearing. It was a meadow bordered by old crooked trees with nine large rocks in the middle. Patricia took her camera and started taking pictures of the rocks. They seemed to be ancient, covered with strange weathered glyphs and moss. She tried to brush it off to read the writing, but the glyphs were distorted and indistinct, the sandstone was weathered and crumbled under her fingers. She took a couple of pictures and walked to the centre of the clearing. She was attracted by a small crooked tree growing next to a large boulder in the middle of the stone circle. She took picture of the strange menacing tree and noticed something strange. The tree had huge roots grabbing onto the ground like a clawed hand, but the root directed to the centre of the clearing was turned up like a serpent head or, she had to admit, like a huge erect penis. She smiled and knelt next to it. It was quite strange: the appendage was clean of moss and the tip was almost polished. She cautiously touched it with her hand. It was smooth, obviously alive, she even felt a hint of unnatural warmness. She took a couple of pictures of the thing and wanted to look at the other parts of the clearing, but then an idea crawled into her head. She quickly looked around, because she was afraid the others may mock her, but when she saw they are busy with their own investigations, she turned back to the root and grabbed it with her hand. It felt quite good, the shape was so arousing and she even imagined it may throb in her hand. Her single hand was too small to clutch it whole though, so she grabbed it with both hands. It was so wide only her fingertips touched. She slid her hands up and down the shaft and whispered: "You are quite a big man, aren't you." She grinned and took one more picture of the root.

Pete went to the boulder in the middle of the clearing. It was flat, not higher than three feet and the top was smooth as if polished. He sat on it and inspected shallow holes and dents that covered the whole rock. His palms were sliding on the smooth surface and he suddenly noticed there is a strange pattern formed by the holes. Next to him was a large shallow hole in a shape of two large hemispheres with a small ridge in the middle, then two smaller ones that looked almost like a palms with spread fingers in the centre of the boulder and two longer next to the big bowl at the edge. "Hey! Pat, come here. You should take a picture of this."

Patricia quickly looked at him, her face blushing. "What did you find?" she asked with almost trembling voice. "This seems strange almost as if someone actually sat here and left an imprint. Someone with a big ass." Patricia came with a camera and tried to find the best light for the photo. "This looks like an imprint of a knee and these like hands. Almost as if.." She hesitated. "As if someone knelt here."

Mike was inspecting one of the standing rocks and found a small stash of small objects in a tiny niche. "Guys, I found something. Something fresh. Seems someone was here couple of weeks ago."

They all gathered around him. There was a clay figurine, this time sculpted in much better detail, a figurine of a man with couple of notches for eyes, mouth and nipples. He took it and almost yelped. There was a blood dripping from the statuette. He quickly turned it around and found out it was dripping from a small piece of flesh with hair that was glued to the head of the figurine. "Oh god! This is fresh! Someone must have put it here almost yesterday." "That is gross!" Patricia pointed at the pile in the niche. There was also a human ear with remains of skin.

They all quickly stepped back from the niche and Mike dropped the statuette. "I think I have enough. It is getting dark and no way for me to sleep nearby." Pete said resolutely. They all agreed and quickly walked back to Mia. Patricia looked at the root for the last time and thought about the feeling of the firm, juicy wood in her hands.

Mia was scared, but fine. When she asked why all of them are pale and what happened they just quickly told her they found disgusting old things. She did not insist on learning the details, so they quickly grabbed their bags and strode back to the camp site.
It took longer than expected, they lost their way a couple of times and after the sunset they had to use flash lights.
Patricia felt that her breasts stuffed her sport bra to the limit and started overflowing under her arms. She didn't dare to look, but she guessed they had grown to a C cup at least. It felt strange, but she was not concerned at all. He mind was still occupied by the memory of the big wooden cock in her hands. She was imagining what it would feel like to let it penetrate her tight pussy, the horrible size of the thing, the smooth surface. It reminded her that she had not have man for three weeks and started to feel horny.

Both guys walked quickly and to reach at least the ruined village before the night, but had their deal of problems as well. Their chests felt tingly and itchy and they both felt an extra bounce when they walked. They did not discuss it, but they both felt there is something wrong with both of them.
When they reached the crossroads Mia was so happy she almost applauded. She was scared as hell that they would not find the correct path and would get lost in the woods. The flash lights did not provide much light and the shadows they cast were scary. To make everything worse the weather worsened and light drizzle was soaking the forest.