Red Wytch and Bare Barbarian

The Adventures of Chelestria the Red Wytch and the Bare Barbarian

Chapter 2: the Blood Bramble

Chelestria was mid-step when the river-bottom disappeared below her. One foot was in the mud, the other foot was flailing in open water. The current grabbed her and swept her off her feet and her head dunked underwater.

Water flooded her mouth and nose. She couldn't speak or cast spells through this mask, but she could still drown through it. Chelestria nearly panicked before she could get her mouth and nose above water.

Screaming silently against the intense cold it was hard to find the strength to swim. She was moving fast, and had already lost sight of the barbarian and the orcs. If she had her magick she could walk across the river, but now she was just a normal person, and swimming was hard!

The current spun Chelestria back and forth, and she saw a dark shape splashing toward her. It entangled her. It was warm and strong around her waist and her legs. It was the Bare Barbarian.

He lifted Chelestria, getting her head above water. She was still thrashing and fighting, but her head was clear of the water line. The barbarian gathered her up in his arms and held her close to his chest like a groom carrying his bride to bed, letting the water pull them.

It was deep and wide here, and there was no rocks or debris blocking their path. The head of the penis bounced against Chelestria's butt in the water like a fish nibbling her bum.

The barbarian kicked his legs to keep them afloat. Through the cold and the current he was able to keep them in control.

Chelestria peed. She couldn't help it. She was weak from the cold and had been clenching so hard, she couldn't hold any more. Being a normal person really sucked.

Swimming them to the other side, the Bare Barbarian caught a dangling branch with one hand, still tightly gripping Chelestria with the other. They slowed as it went taught, and snapped them to a stop, dangling in the current.

Chelestria thought for a moment the barbarian would lose his grip on her, but he didn't let go. They dangled in the stream for a moment before he started pulling them to shore.

Chelestria scrambled out of the water as soon as she could touch the bottom, and heaved herself up the bank to stable ground. She doubled over and fell, splashing down in the muck at the edge of the stream. She shivered and rubbed her arms. Tears streamed from her eyes but her crying was silent through the magick mask.

The Bare Barbarian knelt beside her and tried to help warm Chelestria. She pointed desperately at the mask, but he didn't seem to understand. He rubbed her arms and thighs and her back, squeezing water from her hair.

Chelestria took his hand and brought it to the mask, but he pulled away. What didn't he understand? She needed help! If the spell worked as she expected, nothing Chelestria could do herself could ever get the mask off her lips, but any other person could remove it with no resistance.

Chelestria's body temperature eventually normalized enough that she could sit up with her knees pulled to her chest. The barbarian knelt beside her, concern in his eyes. He could still be useful. While they were known as savage, bloodthirsty killers with no quarter on the battlefield, one thing they were not known for is forcing themselves on a woman. His enormous, raging erection gave her some worry, but Chelestria was keeping herself at arms length.

BORUGUND: We can't stay here, the orcs will find a way to cross.

His language was foreign for this area, but Chelestria had lived with a Bare Barbarian tribe a long time ago. They were called Al Sigal. They lived far south from here where the air was hot and their style of dress was far accepted.

His penis was something out of the ordinary. She had never seen a human penis this large, and he had not lost his erection during the entire run, swim, and now sitting on the bank. He didn't even acknowledge it except that it reached nearly to his chin while he was kneeling here. It was proportionately thick as well, not skinny, like it had been stretched. Without some kind of magick, it must be difficult to find a woman it can fit inside.

Chelestria fixed her loose bra cup and gave one more attempt, pointing at the mask with desperation in her eyes. The embankment was not as steep on this side of the river, and they crawled out of the mud up to high ground and hid behind some brush to rest.

BORUGUND: My name is Borugund.

He said it like she should recognize it. Was he Al Sigal? Had he been in the tribe at the same time? She had not left amicably. The Al Sigal treated her like a lesser person, and she robbed them wickedly when she fled in the night.

Chelestria put up her hands in confusion. The Bare Barbarian sighed and refused to look. Chelestria always tried to take advantage of every opportunity. She got up and ran away as fast as she could.

Only a little light filtered through the canopy and it was dark between the trees. Chelestria ran as fast as she could, but without her magick, that wasn't very fast. Thankfully her magick panties protected her feet, otherwise Chelestria would have been cut to pieces by the rough terrain.

Despite all her dodges and feints the Bare Barbarian was still very close behind her, like he knew exactly where she would turn. Chelestria was small enough to slip through spots where the barbarian struggled, under longs and between tangles of branches. That is all that kept her out of his reach.

Ahead was a bright spot, where the forest seemed thinner. Maybe a home, or someone that could protect Chelestria from her rescuer. The light grew brighter until she could see she was approaching a clearing. Tall grass filled the area with one gray tree in the center.

Despite the obstacles, the Bare Barbarian was keeping pace with Chelestria much better than the orcs could have hoped. She could hear him crashing through branches and brush not far behind, shouting for her to stop.

Chelestria had no idea where to go or how to get away from him. Bare Barbarians lived completely exposed. Only on occasion did they even sleep in tents. Anything the tribe kept had to be carried by a person or on a horse, so they carried very little. They didn't even use weapons unless it was something they picked up in a fight and discarded as soon as the battle was over. They weren't very much different than orcs.

Chelestria had not been out of Triangle in a long time, and she always used roads. She could not hope to compete with him out here unless she got her magick back.

Chelestria crashed through the last of the underbrush. It gave way to dead, yellow grass that stood past her waist. She could see now the clearing was a wide, swampy area, mostly overgrown with last year's grass. In the center was an ugly wart of a tree standing only about twelve or fifteen feet tall, with short, stubby branches. All the rest of the trees in the forest had started sprouting spring foliage, but this ugly thing remained bare.

The barbarian tackled Chelestria from behind and she splashed face-first onto the swampy ground. The barbarian landed on top of her, pinning her in the water. Chelestria could see nothing else but the sky as she struggled to slip out of the barbarian's grasp.

He was impossibly strong, but Chelestria was wet and slippery. The cold water sapped her strength. She was not used to falling prey to these kind of disadvantages. Her arms and legs grew entangled in the bed of vines and roots under the surface of the water.

It was not the barbarian that was grabbing her arms and legs. He was pulling at the vines and roots that were ensnaring and entangling her. The skin of the plant was wet and clammy, and the vines tensed like the muscles of a fish, impossibly strong. By the time she realized what was happening, Chelestria was hardly able to move.

BORUGUND: Keep fighting! It's a Blood Bramble.

Chelestria couldn't fight though. Both arms were entirely wrapped, and her legs were bound together from ankle to knee. The vines wrapped around her waist and torso contracted and Chelestria was wrenched out of the barbarian's grasp. The vines pulled Chelestria across the swampy ground, and soon she could see the huge wart of a tree that rose at the center of the clearing with sickly gray bark branches that ended in hair-like vines that hung down as a canopy.

The vines were so strong Chelestria could barely fight against them. They dragged her toward the Blood Bramble. Her bra came off entirely and sunk in the marsh. The Bare Barbarian jumped on her, pushing her down into the swampy ground, but even with his great weight as an anchor, the Blood Bramble was dragging both of them. The barbarian pulled and broke what he could, but more vines were collecting around Chelestria while he removed them.

If the barbarian would take off her mask, she could burn the whole plant in the blink of an eye, but without her magick she was helpless.

Chelestria struggled the best she could, but the vines had control of her arms and legs. She was completely at the mercy of the tree. The plant was not interested in the Bare Barbarian. Little vines would curl around him, but they were not reinforced and eventually were pulled away.

All around the base of the Blood Bramble was a thick tangle of bones. Most were animal, but some were distinctly human. The vines lifted Chelestria off the ground. The barbarian did his best to hold her down, but the branches were too strong. He clung to her for a moment, but Chelestria was wet and slippery. The barbarian lost his grip and fell, pulling Chelestria's panties to her knees as he tumbled. Her underwear caught on the vines around her knees, and the barbarian splashed down into the water.

The Bare Barbarian looked all around at the base of the tree, and he found an old sword in the shredded remains of some clothes. With weapon in hand, the Bare Barbarian climbed up into the branches of the Blood Bramble until he reached the branch that Chelestria was suspended from. He hacked at the vines, but they were quickly replaced.

Luckily, his weight was too much for the branch to hold. The Bare Barbarian fell off at the first crack, but Chelestria was still hung suspended a moment longer until the entire branch broke free. She splashed into a pile of brittle bones only barely covered by the standing water. The bones shattered around her. The broken bones cut apart the vines that restrained Chelestria, but her skin was still protected by the magick panties, even with them pulled down to her knees. Chelestria struggled to get out as more vines moved in to secure the prey.

The Bare Barbarian recovered and got to his feet. He chopped and hacked at the vines that still held Chelestria until she was able to get away from them. Chelestria pointed to her mask, but the Bare Barbarian ignored her, pulling and cutting at the thick, woody vines that still refused to give up even after she was free.

Already new tendrils were creeping toward them. Chelestria could see a wide network weaved out around the tree through the grass and all of them were worming toward her. Gross green leaves had begun to grow all over the tree and pink flowers that stank of rot were opening at all the branch tips.

Chelestria dodged and sidestepped as the first vines reached her. The barbarian stomped and chopped, but the vines were coming in from all sides. Chelestria grabbed him and desperately pointed to her mask.

With a 'POP' the stamens of the flowers burst, shooting at Chelestria and the barbarian. Two bounced off Chelestria without sticking. Another flower struck the Bare Barbarian in the abdomen and wrapped around his penis. He screamed in pain and collapsed back into the swampy ground.

The vines were already reaching for them. Chelestria knelt beside the barbarian and tried to peel the flower back from his dick, but the sticky leaves were wrapped tight around the shaft. He writhed in the muck as they squeezed and dug in with their tiny teeth. The vines had finally taken notice of him, and were slithering in to secure.

Chelestria needed two hands to completely encircle the barbarian's dick and with all her strength she pulled up, rolling the flower petals up and pulling the teeth out of the skin. The barbarian screamed in agony, gripping his injured penis in both hands. Chelestria threw the flower as far as she could. More vines were creeping forward like snakes to attack.

The Bare Barbarian already recovered and grabbed her by the wrist. He threw away the sword and they ran. The Bare Barbarian dipped and scooped up Chelestria's bra. Once in the cover of the forest, and out of range of the blood bramble, he handed it back to her.

BORUGUND: You need to stay with me. I am the only one in this forest not trying to harm you.

Chelestria pointed again to her mask.

BORUGUND: I know what you can do with your voice, Red Wytch. If you cannot take off that mask with your own hands, I am not going to do it for you.