Tease you! (The most terrifying experience of your life!)

You feel something push lightly against your shoulder. You turn your head around and come face to face with that same toothless bald granny you'd accidentally molested. Startled you flinch back with a gasp.

Then you realised that the old Vulture hag hadn't moved an inch from it's initial position, instead it had extended it's nek by several feet.

The long and thin blotched wrinkled neck with the frail looking bald granny skull made for a nightmare worthy sight and you shrank against the tree branches you lay on with a meek wale of fear. Suddenly realising what all those folds of skin around their necks were for.

This provokes another screeching chorus of cackling.

"Kekeke! Pretty boy is shy!" On of the Harpies shout.

You fumble for your shield, and for a moment you're afraid that the Vultures had taken it from you while you were ignorantly snoozing. But then you feel where it has lodged itself between two branches.

You pull it up and curl behind it.

"Kekeke! Pretty boy is hiding!" Another Vulture Harpy cackles.

"Kekeke! But we kan still see pretty boy!"They all chorus together seamlessly.

"Don't be afraid pretty boy! Kekek!" Coaxes one of the hags, very indelicately, immediately devolving into its screechy laughter. Ine after another the Vultures begin to try to comfort you, but it sound more like jeers to you ears.

"Kekeke! We won't hurt pretty boy!"

"We just want a taste of pretty boy! Kekeke!"

"Kekeke!We'll play nice~"

"You curl tighter underneath your leather shield as the Vulture Harpies shuffle closer. The whistling of large feather beats down on you oppressively as some of them unfurl their great black wings for balance.

You begin to feel the razor sharp talons edge against your sides and your heartbeat speeds up a notch, but you can't curl any tighter, your muscle's are already cramping for the effort off keeping your limbs tightly tucked against your body.

You feel a growing pressure bare down on your shield, but you pay it no mind, finding it instead comforting.

However, you are suddenly startled by the strangely drum sounding pop.

Light reaches you from where you are beneath the shield and with horror you release that one of the Culture's taloned feet had punctured your shield!

Like cutting through paper the dangerous black claws slice though the reinforced leather of your shield converging on your arm strapped to it.

Between the gashes, you can see the skeletal grin and the staring beady eyes of one of the younger Vulture Harpies.

You can't help but mewl in terror afraid that those talons would shred your arms just like they had the shield. Fortunately they don't. The powerful talon closes around your forearm in a firm grib and pulls it away form you.

The great bird hops on one leg and flaps it's great wing as you are once again revealed to the light. Instantly more vicious looking talons crowed around you tugging at your limbs and claws clicking in a spine chilling manner against your armour.

The young Vulture Harpy that had taken your shield arm captive suddenly dropped it and flapped away to a higher branch. But before you could retrieve it, another talon gripps your inner forearm and shackles it to one of the branches. It's claws puncturing right though the shield again and you could even see bits of bark and wood shavings fall down to the marshy water below from where the claws gouged into the sturdy wood.

Before you could dwell on the growing sense of dread as your limbs are gradually, one after the other stretched out and shackled to the branches of the tree beneath scaled raptor feet, a talon covers your face.

You stop breathing. You feel those razor sharp claws you'd seen shred your shield only moments before, placed delicately underneath your jaw. The cold seeps of them send sharp tingles to your brain and down your entire body. Although you feel no pain. You may as well have due to the intensity of the sensation.

with the opposing toe on your scalp, tanglied in your hair it has a firm grip on your scull. You realise in terror, that it didn't even need to use it's talons to kill you. The **** of it's grip would probably be enough to crush your head.

It pulls you head back slowly and you try to comply with it's movements as attentively as you can until your head is craned backward and you are treated by an unparalleled close up of the insides of a vulture Harpy's bald, gaping cunt.

You can't help it, you piss yourself.

Once you've started you can't stop and you feel your crotch area turn warm and wet under your leather pants.

You hadn't realised how full your blader was.

One of the Vulture Harpies sees to what you have done. Either because of the growing dark patch on your leather pants as the urine soaks through, or because of the smell.

"Looky here! The the pretty boy peed himself! Kekekeke! Laughs the vulture.

This quickly catches the attention of the other Harpies as they shift their attention away. Including the one with it's foot on your face as it places it down on your collarbone instead.

This allows you to look away from the sagging cunt see the unnerving sight of countless unnaturally extended necks all vying for a better view of your crotch.

"KEKEKEKEKE!!!! Pretty boy peed himself! KEKEKEKEKE!!!!" They scream and cackle in unison for the entire CessPond to hear.

You let your head fall back, your face burning in embarrassment and bewilderment. You had never wanted to as badly sink into the ground to join the leeches in their mindless existence.

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