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Dolly had a brown coloured soft leather collar around her neck with a length of ordinary rope attached which Grey Eyes handed to me. I almost felt sorry for her; she appeared so pathetic but if she expected me to fuck her, or something, the moment she got in the car she was either relieved or disappointed, I simply bade her sit in the front then tied her leash onto the handle above the door in the same way I’d have tied Annette’s.

Her legs were like matchsticks I discovered when I pulled the ragged resemblance of a skirt up above her knees, plus her feet were dirty and her knees very bony.

What have I let myself in for I wondered, thinking about Annette in a strange house less than a mile away. Would she already be enjoying herself I wondered as I looked at poor Dolly sideways.

“You may speak if you want to” I said after a long mile of silence and Dolly, still shivering turned and addressed me.

“I will do whatever you want me to do……” she said in a low voice.

“I know you will!” I said.

The problem was what. As skinny and as dirty as she was I really did not fancy her. Not to begin with anyway but as I drove and Dolly waited I began to formulate some ideas.

Maybe I’d keep her tied and gagged for the entire weekend, in the garage perhaps, with her leash attached somewhere low down on the floor. Maybe I would have her, eventually, roughly and one sidedly, at least so I imagined. One thing was certain, I would not be screwing her in my bed, probably not in any bed, possibly not even anywhere inside my house. Dolly, with her bony body and dirty feet was fit only for shagging outside in the garden.

I drove for some time while I considered these things, not going anywhere in particular and in no particular hurry to do anything while Dolly sat still and said nothing with the hem of her ragged bit of skirt rumpled up above her knees where I’d left it.

Her blouse was the thinnest garment I’d seen anyone wearing, the washed out cotton, barely there at all in places with hardly substance enough to cover any part of her and with no tits worth mentioning, as I knew from the photograph she’d have no need for a bra beneath it.

That both skirt and blouse had been made that way deliberately I had no doubt, their intention being to add and enhance Dolly’s already waif like appearance. Dirty feet and long straight hair went with the look as did, no doubt, a doleful and I supposed sorrowful demeanour.

Just drive, I said to myself, drive and something will come up. I looked at her properly when we stopped at the lights, noted how far her thin thighs were apart and wondered if, even with them clamped tightly together it would still be possible to fuck her. Thoughtfully I drove off when the lights turned green again.

Maybe I should take her dogging, I thought to myself, surprise the blokes in the lorry park who’d be expecting to see Annette in my car. Or maybe I should take her to meet Toby……

We drove out of town soon after that, away from houses, other cars and other people. It was a fine day and I could do what I liked with her and presently I had some ideas and told her to undress.

Well that took less time to do than it had for me to say it, she was out of the skirt and blouse before I had time to undress.

I made her put the seat back another notch and make the back of it recline. Her leash was just long enough to allow her to lie back and there was plenty of room for her to spread her slim little legs.

She’d a blue stone and a sort of looped chain in her navel and the tiniest of silver rings nestling secretly in her crotch. I slowed for a bend, drove down a lane into some woodlands and suddenly began to feel a lot better about the whole situation.

………………

There were several places I could have stopped along the side of the lane but I kept going slowly, into the trees, taking my waif further and further away from civilisation.

And there was the spot, exactly as I knew it would be, with Beech trees and pines and leaves underfoot.

Dolly shivered when I stopped the car, her nipples already erect, hard and dark brown like raisins surrounded by circles of only marginally lighter dark pink on a background of skin so pale that her ribcage was practically visible through it. Trying not to stare at her I untied her leash then unclipped it from her collar entirely. She was on trust to me now, clearly.

“I want you to walk over there and stand by that tree” I told her.

“Ok……”

Perhaps her buttocks were red from sitting on my car seat or maybe they were that colour for another reason. Whichever, she gave me an interesting glimpse of them as she got out.

Hotbitch must have caned her, I realised suddenly, and by the look of it not very long before she was handed over to me.

To say that Dolly was thin would be no exaggeration; she was like a skeleton in a tight pink bag and the diagonal stripes across her backside were, so far as I could see, the only bright thing about her. She did have a couple of piercings though, which, I supposed, was better than nothing.

She sort of straggled across the twelve feet or so of leafmould between the car and the tree, like an absurd insect, like a twig or a branch of the tree itself when she finally stood there.

Even then I am not sure she was there in her entirety, her form might have been a memory, a ghost or a memory of someone or some thing long passed. Had there been any sunlight I am certain she would not have cast any shadow, her very thinness ruled the idea out anyway and in the shadows that there were, from the boles and the branches, she became something more or less sylvan in both shape and form suddenly.

I had to concentrate, to blink, gulp and hold onto the steering wheel to be steady. Had she pointed ears and slanted eyes and if so why had I only at that moment noticed?

“Stand still!” I commanded loudly yet her shape still shimmered. Unbidden the word pixie came into my head. Did she……was she……had she……

Brian Froud drew caricatures like this, in moments of illumination……but then so did Mad Dadd in moments of madness, and she……

There was a pattern of leaves across her belly when I looked for her again. A trail of green pawprints, speckled, dotted like an Aboriginal drawing and, like a man in his own special dreamtime I slipped limply out of the car.

Her hair hid her from my gaze, not partially, not even mostly but entirely. Foliage flattened her, smoothing her bones into something less than contours, more into shades, skin tones and soft whispers.

Her nipples were buds, her belly a bulge in the bark of a tree when the sound of her voice gave her position away to me.

“Why have we come here?” she murmured lightly “how did you know……?”

I knew then that I had become enchanted, bewitched if you want another word. Pixie led, or so I learned later and both dazzled and blinded when she knelt at my feet.

The top of her head bore a double whorl of hair when I looked down at it wonderingly. I wanted to ask what it was I didn’t know but no words came. I knew there were a great many things yet none of them were that important. A great many things but……

Her collarbone lay like a peeled twig, off-white, cream coloured yet her neck bore bark and vestigial branches……

“Where are you, what are you?” I wanted to ask while she crouched, a sinuous and supple sapling with swirls of leaves.

“Be sensible!” I said to myself “Be……she……”

She was greenness and greyness and growing life, rooted and rootless, her branchlets reaching until I stood rooted before her, my role reversed.

Somehow my hand found the softness of her collar, fumbled for the ring to which I realised I should have kept her leash attached. There was an emptiness to it, a slackness as if it encircled little more than a column of bones……or a bundle of twigs wrapped around with string.

“Did you know?” a sylvan sequence of sounds asked me.

Did I know what, I wondered disjointedly not really knowing anything at all.

A cascade of hair brushed my legs, her breath in a breeze both cooled me and fired me at the same time and if she, as a woman, had been naked when she got out of my car so did I find myself just as naked now, while she……

……while she, now clothed in the raiment of the greenwood began, in her own way to make love to me.

Even now as I write it I cannot say with any certainty exactly what actually happened. Intercourse took place I imagine, with me as a participant, though I could neither recall the act nor any part of it clearly. There was both coldness and warmth, heat and chill, our bodies, mine at least, as opposed to the earth, darkness and lightness and the smells of the soil, sharp and gravely, the acrid bleeding of broken leaves……and her……bones, were they? Bones or branches? Roots perhaps.

She’d a taste, like……like fruit! Now I remember! At least I remember what she allowed me to.

No, fruit, soft fruit, ripe pears, golden apples……

……and milk perhaps. Running milk, yes……

Running, copious, turning to cream……



I knew then why her feet were dirty, knew then why mine were too. It was the earth we walked and ran on, the soil we rolled and played in to win our dirty bodies and messed up, entangled, leaf locked hair.

………………

She gazed at me scornfully when she got back into the car.

“What was that supposed to be?” she asked.

“I……I thought we’d made love!” I said lamely.

There were more questions, many more, more than I’d ever know but her answers were not forthcoming. I bore an ache and a sadness, both familiar and both well known to me but along with them came an additional sadness and another ache, newly formed and carrying still raw nerve endings for in all the years Annette and I had been together my time with Dolly was truly the first time I had ever properly strayed, and yet, and yet, I could not remember one single detail of it.

I thought she’d remain by the tree, in the shadow of it, and await my command but, well true to tell I had no command to give, no idea in fact what to do with her save for some half hearted plan to degrade or belittle.

I thought she’d be compliant, submissive, downcast even, instead she became the woodland and the earth, became nature herself and in doing so for a time entirely consumed me.

More questions, should I dare, when with emboldened eyes she gazed at me steadily. Even my wristwatch was gone I saw with a little start, its leather strap unbuckled and……

“We will go again when you are recovered” Dolly announced boldly her skin as translucent as newly washed parchment. I suppose her body had grown a little, filled out, fattened….. she’d garnered substance from somewhere, from somewhere clearly……

“In here?” I asked “in the car I mean?”

“Not at all!” she argued “On the earth!”

“There are rugs……”

“No!” her voice was shrill and unequivocal. “We will do it on the earth!”

For some reason I had not the strength to argue with the girl. If I’d had my way I’d have smacked her hard, reddened her arse just as her master must have done, then taken her home and shagged her silly in the spare room bed.

If I’d had my way that is.

She was green eyed, I discovered suddenly. Why had I not noticed this before, I wondered, and the collar around her neck was something like plaited or woven.

Her halo has slipped, I thought to myself. Or maybe it is her crown……

“Do you?” she asked “Like trees, like woodlands, like leaves and mosses on the earth?”

It might have been lines of poetry she was quoting or the words of a spell or charm.

I nodded quickly knowing she awaited my response.

“Bark and branches?”

Again I nodded and she smiled.

“Is that why you brought me here?”

“I……I brought you here because I wanted to fuck……” I told her and could see immediately she knew it was a lie.

“There is no need to pretend” she said. “You prefer your wife or a someone plumper than I perhaps?”

Keenly her eyes surveyed me.

“Maybe a boy?”

I did not try to shake my head for fear of beginning another lie. She’d see through any answer I gave, I knew somehow.

“Maybe……” was all I could manage.

“Yes maybe!” Dolly agreed.

And that was only the beginning of it.

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