Roots

By Karl P. dahl

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"ROTVÄLTA", it said in large letters on a sign above the once magnificent tree; she could see the letter from quite far away from the other side of the glade, but had no idea what they meant. She could also see that there was some text below the word, but it was written in too small letters too se from this distance. The sign intrigued her, so she stepped away from the track towards the tree to have a closer look.

Wandering by herself in the forest made Helen feel free and light-headed. Being a typical country girl that had moved to New York, she enjoyed the tumult of the broad streets of the vast city, the never-ending sounds of the sirens and the 24/7-stores, she really did. Somehow, she could never grow tired of that. But deep inside her, she always longed for the serenity of untouched nature, feeling moist soil underneath her shoes. In time since she had moved from her childhood state, she had learned that she could not quite repress that feeling. Thus, she had learned that she had to take care of both sides of herself: the energetic, and the solemn. For a couple of years now, she had used to take trips to her old "neighborhood" up in the Lake district to wander all by herself.

This particular trip was neither long nor short, just a weekend trip to the forests east of Lake Missouri, an area she had never been to. This was one of those things that made this country so great, she thought, it was so vast you would never have to take the same tour twice in your whole life. You could always find a new part of the country to wander in. Some day, Helen thought, she would have to travel somewhere else than these parts of the country. She loved this type of country, with large magnificent woods, so she would miss that. but that was a later problem to solve.

She had wandered a couple of hours along this forest track, carrying only a small backpack with some sandwiches, a thermos full of coffee, a map and a compass before she saw the sign on the tree. She knew she was foolhardy not bringing any extra clothes, but the report had said it would be a warm day, despite the fact that it was already September, and she liked the thrill of exposing her to the forces of nature. There could come a sudden shower of rain, so what? She'd be wet, that's all. And she had never been afraid of thunder. Perhaps it was more stupid not to bring any kind of defense, but she like thinking that people she met were nice in general. Bringing her knife would contradict that, so she had left it at home. Besides, she hadn't met a single person so far, it was more likely she would stumble upon some kind of predator, but what would a knife help, then? Even though it was beginning of autumn, she could walk here wearing only a blouse and thin trousers, and the though as well as the sun warmed her.

She quickly walked across the glade and came up to the upturned tree and the sign, and immediately began reading. It said: "ROTVÄLTA. A Swedish word for an upturned tree with large root system.  In ancient times, walking or crawling through the roots of these was said to give you a happy life and cure you from a number of diseases, physical as well as psychological. Pregnant women often made it a ritual to do it, to grant the coming child a healthy life". There was a small sketch beneath the text, displaying a young woman crawling through the roots of a tree. Helen looked at the tree and its root system. She could see that it once had been a huge spruce, probably more than a hundred years old, and its roots were thick as her legs. What had made it fall, she couldn't guess. A part of it still lived, though, the bottom part of the roots were still in the ground and fed the tree, letting a few small branches on top of it grow needles still. From the center, three large roots had been bent up by some almighty force, and stretched before they reached the ground again. One close to the ground and two just a little bit higher. They still lived too, it seemed.

Helen saw that those tree roots probably made a perfect "root-walta", and there were signs that she was not the first to notice this as well; the ground was packed from footsteps close by, and the trunks showed signs of wear. Happiness and get rid of diseases, Helen thought, well that would be nice. Perhaps she should try it? A silly thought, she knew, but still, it said faith could move mountains. Besides, she wouldn't be the last to do that either.  The area between the roots looked rather narrow for her, and it seemed she would have to bend a little to get through all three, but that only made her more determined; such obstacles were only there for conquering.

Hesitantly, Helen looked around to see if there were anyone around, but she hadn't seen anyone since she left her cabin, so there was no surprise for her to see that she was all alone. For some reason, she didn't want to be seen doing this. It felt a bit silly, she almost felt like a schoolgirl smoking at the back yard once more. Then, without further hesitation, she took of her backpack, let it fall to the ground and went down on her knees in front of the first trunk. She tried to walk on all fours at first, but quickly came to the conclusion that it wouldn't do - she would never get through that way; she had get down crawling. Getting a little dirty wouldn't mind her at all, that was part of the fun.

The gap between the roots seemed even smaller down at this level, but she felt she had to try at least, she could always back out if it was impossible getting through. She started crawling through, and immediately realized that she even would have to turn her head a bit sideways to get it through. But by doing so, there was some margin to the top root, so she never felt uneasy doing so. Next came her bosom, which could mean some problem, but her breasts were soft enough to flattened a bit, so she could continue. She could feel the first, bottom root pressing against her chest and then her now rather mangled breasts. She could feel the tree pressing against against her nipples, through both blouse and bra; not uneasy in any way, just a bit strange.

By now, Helen's head was far enough to get through the last gap. She noticed she would have to turn her head the other way in order to get through that last part, which was really narrow; she knew she would have to press her head through that one. What had she gotten herself into? She thought of backing out the other way, but changed her mind almost directly again. Don't be such a sissy, she said to herself as she began crawling once more.

When she did that, her stomach got pressed towards the bottom root, and she suddenly felt a small twig pressing at her, right at the skin between the front of her blouse. It really hurt, and she yelped of pain. She could almost swear she had felt no such thing earlier when her breasts hade gone the same way, so where had that come from? Never mind, she thought, and went on, with her head still bent awkwardly. But then she could feel that the twig had caught itself on the buttons of her blouse, and when she pressed a little more, it made the button burst loose. Helen cursed, but could nothing else but moving on. By some kind of evil magic, all of her lower buttons on her blouse got caught on that suddenly appearing twig, and were made to burst loose one by one. As the last one fell away, Helen was so angry at this damned tree she would have torched if she had the chance.

Now, Helen's hips were next in turn to get through the first gap. She feared it a little because of the awkwardness of getting her upper body through, but there was no way she would turn back now. Her fears were, it turned out, almost unnecessary. Like her bosom, her bum could be pressed so that it got through quite easy. At the same time, getting her upper body through the last gap turned out to be a little more troublesome, but not much. She almost felt she popped through, making her chest come out on the other sign and her hips stay in the middle of this root system. Helen let out a victorious smile shine on her now dirty and scraped face as she now could use her arms fully to start crawling through. By now, it was war against her and this soon-to-be lump of coal!

But as her hips got to the last gap, she stopped. Her hips pressed against the last root and wouldn't come through. Helen's smile faded, and she looked back. Her bum now seemed to reach a good part above the root, and from her point of view, it now looked almost impossible to get it through. That's silly, she thought, there's no way she could get through her upper body without much problem, and then not her hips - she wasn't that fat down there. But no matter how hard she tried, the root wouldn't bulge. So she stayed where she was, down on the ground, only halfway through this now huge obstacle.

Helen almost cried a little as she realized she was defeated. She would have to crawl backwards out again, if she were to get out ever again. With a sigh, she heaved her arms in front of her and started pushing herself back through. She quickly came to the part were her hips reached the first root and her chest the one in front. She now could feel something poking her in her back, that she could have sworn wasn't there the first time, but it was no use in letting that stop her; with a great push she shoved herself through. That thing poking her was of course another twig. And of course it caught her blouse at the back as she pressed through. She could her the ripping sound as her blouse was torn away from her body, leaving her back naked. It was now lumped against her neck, only fastened by the collar.

Once again, Helen damned her curiosity for getting her into this situation. Her blouse, and currently the only thing she had with her to wear, was now totally ruined. How could she have been so naive to not bring any other clothing? As if a little rain was the only thing that could happen to her on her trips. Stupid!

Nevertheless, she had to get out of there, and therefore started pushing herself back through the gaps. At first, she forgot to turn her head sideways as she had done on her way through, and got  nowhere. But once the remembered that, she could squeeze through, and in the same time press her hips through the first opening. This time, she just made it; it seemed to her the gap was smaller this time, and even worse, it felt as it was closing in on her as she pressed! How could that be, she thought first, but quickly dismissed it as imagination. It must simply feel more narrow from this way, she told herself.

A few small pushes later, and she had gotten herself to the last part. Now, bum and legs were back out, and only her upper body were left to be pushed through. It did feel tighter at the chest this time, there was no point in denying that. But that couldn't stop her now; she had to get out. She let her breath out and started the final crawl. On her way, she felt the bottom root scrape against her stomach and chest, but she didn't care. She could take a lot of bruises now to get out of there. She pushed on.

But as she got to where her torso was to get through, she found the gap amazingly narrow. Her chest was pressed so much it had started to hurt, and her breasts were now almost flattened against the lower root, but still she couldn't get herself through. Panic started to emerge inside her, as she pushed more fervently, and she felt blood rush to her face. Shouting, she pressed her arms against the root in front of her the best she could in this awkward position, but it was no use, she got nowhere nearer freedom.

Helen stopped to rest some, and doing that, she felt warm salty tears ripple down her cheek. How on earth was she going to get out? Despair took its mighty grasp of her for a second, before she managed to accumulate enough energy for another try. But it was no use this time either, she pushed so hard she once more felt her ribs ache, but she couldn't press herself more than that.

But she wasn't the kind of girl that gave up that easy. I have to get out, she shouted as she once more pressed herself forward, trying to get through. Once again, she could get her upper body through, but once again, her chest got completely stuck again. Furiously, she pushed and shoved, until she felt pain once more, this time as the chest contracted too much.

Now, with her ragged torso resting outside of the nest of roots, she finally felt her powers subside; all these tries had made her exhausted, and she slumped down on the ground, crying. She was stuck. In the middle of a silly root. In the middle of the forest. With no-one around for miles and miles, probably. She closed her eyes in a futile attempt to rest, but felt nothing but the tears stinging in her eyes. How could she have been so stupid? With that last thought in her mind, she fell into a slumber.

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She didn't remember how long she really lay there, but after what felt like only a moment, she suddenly heard a voice from nearby her, saying "Err.. Excuse me, miss?"

It was a male voice, with a kind of dry and friendly tone to it, and it came from only a few meters away. Helen still kept her head turned the other way and her eyes closed. I must be dreaming, she thought. There can't be anyone around here, not now.

Then, another voice filled in, "Are you in some kind of trouble, miss?" It, too, was male, but sounded younger.

Suddenly, Helen was wide awake. She turned her head, opened her eyes, and blinked a few times at the sun, now hanging low over the trees. It must be late afternoon. Had she slept that long? Right in front of her she saw two figures standing, staring at her. The were right in front of the sun, so she couldn't see any details, but it didn't matter. Two people, who could get her out of this mess and save her! Tears burst once more from her eyes, and she started to chuckle, couldn't help herself.

Then, when she had gotten used to the light and saw the troubles faces of the two men staring right at her, she silenced; she suddenly remembered what they were looking at, more specifically. A woman, lying asleep, tangled among some roots. With her back shown bare, the rests of the blouse assembled at her neck. How stupid she must look! How on earth was she going to explain this? "Err...", she began, but couldn't find any words at all to start with, there simply weren't she knew of that could justify this.

The older man helped her, though, quite unexpectedly. "Let me guess, you got stuck while trying to crawl through this rout-vealt-aah?"

At first, Helen didn't understand what he was talking about, but it struck her: he used the word for the root system she had seen on that sign, but had pronounced utterly differently, perhaps as it should be. Enlightened by this sudden understanding, she cleared her throat to explain it all. But all that got out was, "Ehm... Yeah".

"Well, don't you worry, miss," the younger man filled in, "You're not the first, and probably not the last. We'll get you out in a jiffy, see?" With that, he stepped up right next to her, and the older one followed. Now, Helen could see them more clearly. They were both sun-burnt and yellow-haired, wearing simply but tough clothing, suitable for a life outside. They must be locals, living in a village nearby, she thought.  Or perhaps just a cabin in the woods, they didn't even look as if they were from the village she had stayed in. And they spoke with a rather funny accent, close, but not nearly like those villagers.

"We'll try to drag you out from the front, if that's okay with you," the older one said and stepped up standing right above her.

"Yeah, whatever," was all Helen could reply to that. She had to get out, she didn't really care how.

"Just shout if you want us to stop," he said, and bent down and grabbed her by her shoulders. He got really close to her, so close that they touched. She could feel his beard against her chin, and the sudden smell of his sweat. Not ill-smelling in any way, just pure sweat from being outside a long time. She inhaled the scent and felt the warming comfort of spread through her body, all of a sudden relaxed by the presence of the helpers.

The younger placed himself behind her. "Hang on!" he said before the other one could start, "This looks kind a narrow, I'd better take of her boots first!"

"Yup, you're right," the older one said, "I'll wait till you're done. Just say when!"

With further a due, the man behind her bent down and swiftly pulled off both her boots, throwing them some meters away. Helen could only stay put, and let it all happen. Bt for some reason, she felt awkward about it, as if she was being stripped. Why would the boots hinder, she asked herself. But right after, she reassured herself; It's only my boots. But the sudden, vivid picture of herself lying naked between the two of them emerged inside her. She tried to fight it, but as she did, she felt very insecure, and - she had to admit to herself - warm inside.

"Done!" the young man shouted, and as he did, Helen felt the old man grab firmly around her and  start pulling. She immediately felt the roots tighten around her ass. It didn't hurt, though -yet. She could also feel the strong arms of his losing their grip, sliding on the rests of her blouse. And as soon as he had begun, he stopped.

"Sorry, miss, I can't get a hold of you while that clothing his hanging around your neck. You won't mind if I take it off, will you? It's not as if it's of any use anymore, is it?"

"Well...," Helen, began, but before she had any time to say anything else, he had grabbed her collar and ripped apart the last button and thrown the now useless piece of clothing to the side. Only her bra covered her upper body now - and a thin one as well, and her imagination of lying naked didn't sound as silly anymore. Luckily, she was lying on her stomach, covering her breasts that way, too. "...okay," was all she could say as he had done it, and once more grabbed hold of her. She felt very stupid, but strangely enough even warmer inside. She could feel was building up tension, there was no denying it. Was it just for being so close to these two?

Once, more, the man in front took hold of her, and started pulling, but this time she didn't move one inch; all she could feel was another small twig, that somehow had managed to get in between her back and her jeans, right at her tummy. Not another one! Helen thought. As the man pulled, she felt straining in her trousers. It hurt along her sides. When the two men realized she didn't come anywhere, the man behind started pushing her, apparently trying to help. Somehow, he had made it possible to reach her butt and pushed her somewhat upwards. But he didn't know that she was stuck, and that this wouldn't help. She tried to say this, but the feel of his hands on her butt confused her. Then, an abrupt popping sound as the button was torn away from her jeans told her that this was going nowhere. As she felt the zipper being ripped apart and, because of this, the jeans loosen a little, she yelled "STOP!"

The two of them stopped right away. "Did we hurt you, miss?" the old man asked her.

"Well, no" she lied, "It's just... I can feel that we're not getting anywhere this way. Perhaps we should try the other. She raised her head to look the fellow in the eyes as she said so, but then felt the skin of her lower breasts touch the ground, without anything between! With a rush, she got down again, and could now feel the her bra had slid up a bit, probably from when she had been pulled at. She blushed, all the way to the neck, and looked down; she was so embarrassed, and had never felt so uncomfortable, ever. She could still cover herself with help from the ground, though. But how should she do when she got up? And, hadn't she caught a glimpse of a smile just before she had let her eyes fall from the old man. Had he caught a glimpse of her situation?

"Right then," the young man said behind her, "Better get started right away", And with that, Helen felt his arms around her legs, and she was abruptly being pulled backwards. She moved fast, and she barely had time to turn her head as she was pulled through the two front roots for the second time this way. As she got through, she felt the bra being pulled all the way over her breasts, and now become tangled at her neck, just like her blouse had been. She could feel her trousers slide a few inches down along her hips as well, apparently they didn't hold along her hips anymore from being opened. She only prayed they would hold all the way through.

"Hey! Careful!", she tried to shout, but the young man didn't hear, or didn't bother - she couldn't tell. Her hips got through with ease from being pulled so strongly, and for the rest of the way, she felt her breasts against the roots. Her nipples reacted from touching the rough material, and stiffened.

When she got to the part where she had been stuck the last time, with her legs all out on the other side, she felt the grip on her legs loosen, but right after felt them slide underneath her hips, instead. "Have to get a better grip," she heard the young man say, now right behind her back.

No, she tried to say, there's no way my jeans... But then he pulled, and by doing so, lifted her somewhat over the ground. She slid a few more inches, but as she once more stopped, she felt her jeans part even more from the strain, and...

...with a large swoosh, her pants were ripped apart, and slid down her legs. By the force of the man's pull, he almost flew backwards, and her jeans went all they way down. Before he had stopped falling, they had been drawn off her left leg, and now only hung uselessly by her right ankle. And, as if that wasn't enough, she felt right away that something had happened to her panties; they had followed the pants down a bit, and now hung halfway down her but. She now was practically naked! The man behind her fell to the ground with a crash.

Helen lay panting on the ground, stunned by shock and from loosing her breath. Distantly, she heard the young man shout a "Ooops!". Is that all he's going to say, she thought. After messing me up like that? For god's sake, I'm naked! The two of them had (with some help from herself, she admitted) managed to rip all her clothes from her, apart from her panties that now hung uselessly down her butt, and her socks. And she had gotten nowhere. What idiots! She felt angry as never before, but frustrated as well; all she could do was lying there. While she heard the two of them get closer, she couldn't help thinking if this really was bad luck, or if they - heaven forbid - had planned this.

Their voices did nothing to contradict her dull thoughts, more the contrary. "Whoa!", the young man said as he rose from the ground (absently pulling her trousers from one of her legs while doing it). "It's not often I get to see such nice curves"

"Pay respect, son", the older man said, "You've offended the young woman by stripping her, you should apologize!"

"Uh, right. Sorry... But she is a beauty, isn't she?"

"You're damn right she is. I'm not the one here who's sorry for these events. In fact, I haven't felt this good for a long, long time."

"Absolutely, dad. I can't wait to put my hands on..."

"STOP IT!", Helen finally shouted, more and more furious for their careless words. They were talking about her as if she was some piece of fine meat, lying on the ground and just waiting to be collected. "I'm here, you know. Stop talking like I'm not here. Just get me out of here! Now!"

The old man only smiled a sly smile back at her; after all, he had all the good cards up his sleeves. "Right, miss, whatever you say. I know just what to do." With that, he went up and leaned down toward her, and in the same time brought up a small flask from his bottle. "Looks to me you're in a situation. Wouldn't want us to go away from you now, would ya?"

He could see the sudden fear in Helen's eyes as he continued. "Luckily, I have just the medicine here.", he said, holding the flask up. "This is oil. We'll smear this onto you, and then you'll glide through like a wet soap. Got it?"

Without waiting, he held some of the flask's contents into the cup of his hand, and then placed it onto her back. "No, please..." Helen quivered as she felt the rough hand glide along her shoulder blades and further down, but she didn't dare stop him. The smell of the oil reached her nostrils, it certainly was no perfume.

"Better get some for this side as well, pa", she heard the young man say from behind, and not long after she felt another pair of oily hands massaging her lower back and butts. She even felt some oil trickling down between her thighs.

The hands moved swiftly over her, and started building up a little warmth. It almost could have been pleasant after a while, if they had stayed at her back. To her horror, the old man suddenly reached around her, and started oiling in her breasts! Her nipples, who already had gotten some treatment today, stiffened directly upon the touch of those wrinkly hands. And before she had even had the chance to get used to that, the other pair of hands went around her, and reached her stomach. They rose her just a tiny bit from the ground and massaged her belly, at one time even reaching her top of her pubic hair. She couldn't help it - she started feeling sensations inside her. Almost right away, that tickling feeling inside her emerged. She had to close her eyes.

But just as she started to get used to the two men's groping, they stopped. "Better move on, dad", the young man said, and with that, he grabbed her by her hips and raised them higher in the air. This wouldn't have been possible, if it wasn't for her now oily skin, but now she glided easily further between the roots. She even got as long as her neck before she was stopped being pulled backwards. She was  somewhat surprised; it was tight for her now, but not that tight. Then, she heard the sound of a zipper and clothing falling down, and immediately understood why he had stopped pulling her.

She barely had the time to think "Oh, no", before she felt a strong grip on her panties, briefly stretching them out and then ripping them off her as if they were made of paper. Then those hands grabbed her by her hips, and she felt something hard pressing against her vagina. With a distinct shove, the young lad's rock-hard penis entered her, and he let out a deep "Unnhhh..." Unconsciously, she answered in a similar way.

To her surprise, she was really wet - he went in almost all the way with his first thrust. Or was it he oil? She wasn't prepared for that, as little as she had thought she was prepared for fucking at all. The whole situation was unbelievable and wouldn't even have been in her deepest fantasies: crawling through some roots, making her lose her clothes one by one, and then finally being roughly fucked by a complete stranger, as she was firmly stuck between two roots. And this while another guy - the younger one's father to be precise - was watching. She could dimly see that he, too had let his pants fall and was now vividly jerking off while watching his sun pump in and out of her swollen cunt. And the strangest part was that she liked it. It felt really good. No, really REALLY good. Had she seen this happen to someone else, she would have called it raping, and called the police. But now, she wasn't so sure. They had tried to get her out hadn't they? And the clothes, wasn't that mostly by accident? She couldn't tell - her mind got more and more dim by the second, and soon all she could think of was that cock pumping inside her - but what she did know was that it all actually had turned her on, even though she hadn't been able to admit that, even to herself.

Her thoughts were gliding from her, finally losing contact with this world, as her clit was being worked on, faster and faster. She was closing in on a climax, she could feel, and unconsciously met the man's thrusts as good as she could from her positions. She let her vaginal muscles do their job, clenching round the cock when it got the chance. Distantly, she heard that there was someone panting and starting to shout behind her, but that didn't matter. All that mattered now was that cock, which now entered a state of frenzy. He was climaxing too -  what a perfect timing. Sweat protruded from all over her body, and she started to scream, not even aware that the grips on her hips were getting firmer and that she inch by inch was being dragged out. The only part of her that told her that something was going on was her nipples, who reacted on being pulled against the ground, intensifying her orgasm. Lost in the foggy clouds of her orgasm, she only distantly felt her head getting loose. But now, her lungs were freed from their prison, and she screamed like she had never screamed before during sex as she reached the top, and her partner spurted his seed into her. Then, the hand on her hips let go, and she slumped to the ground almost unconscious.

But her "rescuers" weren't done with her yet. Still drowsy from one of her best orgasms ever, she felt hands on her legs, and that she was turned around onto her back. She felt the cool, grassy ground slipping along her sweat-covered back as she was dragged a few feet backwards. Then she stopped, and she felt her legs being bent up against her, and the weight of a body pressing against the back of her thighs. Through half-open eyes, she just had the time to see that it was the older guy pressing at her, before she felt his hand on her crotch, guiding his penis inside her.

It slipped right in, there was hardly any resistance at all. Her vagina was wet and swollen from the previous treatment and probably could have taken in just about anything cock-shaped. Another rock-hard penis turned out being just perfect; her crotch reacted instinctively and contracted right away, showing hunger for more. Helen didn't have to control her rhythms at all, her body acted on it's own accord. She felt her legs being pushed further up against her, allowing the cock to get deeper and deeper into her; she felt she was building up to another climax.

As if that wasn't enough, Helen suddenly saw something pass right above her face, and then felt a body pressing down on her. She opened her eyes completely, and glimpsed the younger man, now stark naked, landing on her chest. His legs pressed against her breasts and nipples and she felt her lungs contract a little, but still allowing her to breathe. What got her whole attention almost right away though, was hi once again blood-filled cock, that he now guided towards her mouth. She wanted to stop him - it was years since she had given someone head  - but she didn't have the strength. And besides, she was weakened by the immense feelings from down below. As she felt the waves of her second orgasm riding through her, she swallowed as much as she could of his cock and sucked onto it.

The old man came much more quickly than his son, and for the second time today she felt semen spurt into her. Tired as she was, this gave he a little spark, and she intensified her work with her mouth. Soon, she felt the base of his penis twitching and faced swallowing his cum, but thankfully, he brought it out just before that, letting it spurt right beside her. That image, of the semen dripping in the grass beside her was the last thing she saw before she lost consciousness.

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Helen woke up from feeling chill on her bare skin. She opened her eyes, and saw the grey tones of the grass right in front of her, colored by the evening sky. With a rush, she raised herself up on her elbows. It was late in the evening now, and the sun was now only caught in glimpses behind the trees, only moments before sinking below the horizon. Had she been gone that long? Bewildered, Helen looked around - but saw that she was all alone again. The two men who had 'helped' her out her predicament obviously had left her after finishing their work. She was about to call it dirty work, but the memories of her oh, so sweet orgasms took the edge out of that.

But there was something else that was wrong with her surroundings. Helen looked around once more, but still couldn't fathom what it was. But then it got to her: her clothes and belongings! They were gone! All of them, even the backpack were missing - except for the last remnants of her panties, that lay where they had been thrown a few hours ago. She rose to where they lay, and lifted them in disbelief. Her other hand went to her neck, where her bra had been left hanging. But they had managed to get even that. Those worms had sunken so low as to rob a lonely woman of all her possessions and, as if that wasn't enough, leave her completely naked in the total wilderness. Grabbing her last piece of clothing, Helen sunk down on her knees, sobbing.

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