NOT plunging to your death

You try to stand bravely, ready to try and talk to these strange, incredibly lewd, and numerous bee women. The Psychopomp HAD said you were given special magical protection, right?

As the three who are closest to you approach, with an increasing sense of dread, you feel your throat go dry as you see the wicked stingers they have are almost sword length. You also note, that their very naked bodies a nice to see in increasing detail as well.

You raise your hands in the hopefully universal sign of surrender/nonaggression.

"Excuse me! Chill out! I mean you no harm!" You yell as the women close on you.

The immediately fall on you, grabbing your arms and legs. You offer little resistance and find yourself held in ones lap while the other two hold your arms and rest their stinger tips against your shoulder blades. The other 9 or so women fly with a more casual pace as soon as you are restrained.

They show no sign of hearing you or acknowledging your words as you try to explain that you are not from around here.

As you wait, you feel the flacid cock of the one holding you in her lap, resting under your butt, and you can't help but appreciate the moment, finding the silver lining of the situation.

The others descend onto this now crowded root branch of this massive tree. They say nothing aloud but instead they sign using hand gestures and the biggest one, who is a different shade of orange and her hair is a deep red instead of the dusty brown of the rest, turns to you and gives a polite cough. Her face is scarred and her features rough, which is why you are surprised when a chippy voice spills from her lips when she speaks to you.

"Why do you trespass? Where are you from? What race are you? Answer only truth or we kill." The bright register of her voice jarring with the cold words. She takes another step foreward and her cock hangs in front of your face like a fleshy club.

"If you don't answer, I will fuck you until you die." Jesus, this lady was brutal.