The Demoness of Aokigahara Forest

The Demoness of Aokigahara Forest
By
Susan Waterflower Bell
Sequel to “Joyeux Noel”

Susan took a deep breath as she peered around her, the litter on the forest floor was the only sign of any human life. Old plastic water bottles stuffed with rotten leaves and long since turned to yellow lay hidden under rocks and old rotten tree branch’s. A old plastic bag bearing the logo of a local hit and run lay at her foot, the bag gave off a rotten smell, and a few bones from a long discarded chicken meal a few inch’s from the bag.

“Bloody Hell..” She said kneeing down and peering toward the bag, part of her wanted to pick it up and toss it away once she was back in town. Though the stomach turning smell that seemed to hover from the bag made her chance her mind the minute she was close enough to pick it up. Susan you see was the great grand daughter of a Shinto Shrine Maiden. And even though she was a generation removed from the in touch with nature way of thinking of her forebears the sight of the trash upon the forest floor irked her a little.

“Bloody hell..” She said quickly shielding her mouth with her hand once she was no more than a breath away from the bag. The bag it seemed would be staying for she just did not have the stomach to pick it up. And with that being said the lone traveler once more made her way down the weather beaten trail she was following. But if she had been beveling her surrounding a little better she would now know she was being trailed by something or some one or something.

For this something or someone had been watching her now for a good bit of time. At first glance one would think the  humanoid hourglass finger as being a well toned female or a goddess in human form. For not a ounce of fat could be seen upon her curving form and her clothing of choice was one befitting a goddess. Starting from top to bottom one would first notice her hair, bright red almost the same shade of red befitting a ruby.

The second thing one would then notice is that her hair was divided evenly down the center with each section both left and right having been styled in even pigtails. Next came shirt that covered her body, the appeared to a short sleeved tee shirt of some kind. The garment must have been tailed for fit very closely as every bending curve of her upper body could be seen bending and flowing with her movements. This tightness also serviced to give a extra boost to her well developed chest area.

And last but not least the third and final thing one will notice that she wore pants tight midnight black pants that seemed better fit for a clubbing or concert going than stroll through the woods, and finally a nice clean pair of sneakers covered her feet guarding them from the thorns and nettles. Completely average save for the peach colored tail that seemed to swing back and forth in the manner a cats tail swing back and forth when she has a mouse or a bird firmly fixed within her sight.

“Hmm strange, there something about this girl that strikes my fancy. Maybe I should follow her, after all she is trespassing but then again maybe she has a reason for coming into my home away from home.” She said lifting her hand up and gently rubbing her chin as ideas and thoughts of how to deal with this trespasser filled her head.

And so without speaking another word the demon closed her eyes and melted away into the tree line. She was a huntress and there was no greater thrill for a person of her level than to follow a would be invalided and deal sweet swift justice to them once she felt the time was right and the chance presented itself.



A good fourteen or fifteen minutes passed before Susan felt the faint presents of something following her, she had been gifted since birth with the gift of seeing and feeling spirits and elements of Kami and on those rare occasions catching a glimpse into the word of the unknown.  But there was something strange about this spirit or piece of spiritual energy. Strange in the way that she could not really put her finger upon its extant origins, though it was a toss up between a forest spirit or a demonic one.. Though if it was demonic in nature it did not feel like the demon she once met that time in the old hospital.

“I’m not here to harm you, or to harm your forest.” She said calling toward the trees. Quickly a rash of Goosebumps started to form upon her arms, she had always taken this feeling as a sure fired sign that a spirit or many spirits where gathering around her. Though the only draw back to this was she did feel a bit silly afterward.

The Demoness blinked and raised a eyebrow  toward the girl. There was something very strange about, this girl something very strange indeed. For one why would she talk to the trees and address them as if they where living breathing people. People often talked to the trees though, she seen it before most of them where old men dressed in strange garments.  These old men often walked around the forest floor chanting in a tongue long forgotten by men and long since silenced. They often swung a vessel of some kind that gave of strange colored smoke that was heavily scented with a unknown smell.

“There a powerful aurora about her mistress, though nothing really to be worried about. She a simple minded girl and she poses no threat.  Though she might provide a little fun for you.” Said a voice from behind her. The voice belonged to a male one could easily tell.

Slowly the Demoness closed her eyes and felt a little smile form upon her lips. “Robert my dear, I’m so very thankful you have showed up just now. Because I would like you to follow me and help me deal with this little lass who’s dared ventured into my land.” She commanded in a soft gentle tone of voice that commanded respect.

Robert nodded his head and slowly drew in a deep breath as he closed his eyes and quickly snapped the heel of his shoes together and raised his hand to the tip of his eye brown in a saluting fashion. “As you command Mistress.” He said as dropped his saluted.

“Very good, very good indeed.” She said before once more vanishing into the shadows the trees cast upon the ground.

***

The many narrow rays of light that broke through the thick forest canopy formed rough rings of light upon the ground and added a sense of mysticism to the sight that greeted Susan for there in a clearing not to far ahead lay the overgrown remains of the shrine she was seeking.

“Its amazing.” Said Susan peering toward the broken stone walkway snaked its way over the forest floor. The large square stones where broken in places with some being completely hidden by dirt and thick vines that covered the forest floor.  The holy Torii post was too overgrown with thick fines and its once fine coat of red paint was nothing more than a pale shade of pink. Countless years of rain and neglect had taken its troll upon it.

A dozen or so stone Toro lanterns some broken into a million and one pieces other overgrown with vines and there broad  onion like tops covered in moss lined the walkway. The presents of these aged stone Lanterns a sense of mysticism and decay to the whole scene. Beyond the walk way there could be seen the remains of the main structure the place, this place was the main hall of worship the place where the Kami had been enshrined.




The young women quickly drew in a deep breath and with nimble fingers reached down and quickly unzipped  her midnight black backpack and reached into it. Quickly she pulled out small zipper bag filled to the brim with home-made chocolate chip cookies. She moved the cookies into her one hand and then reached back into the bag to pull out a few other items. Soon two greenish sticks of incense join the list of items.

Then drawing in a deep breath she started down the broken path. A few seconds passed before she came to a old weather beaten door. Slowly she eased the door open a sudden chill running down her spine as the aged wood groaned in protests  at being moved from its age old rest.  Slowly though the door gave way till the inner room where the alter and other objects where housed was revealed and the bright rays of the evening sun pierced the thick fog of the room as fresh air flooded in.

With a beating heart Susan stepped into the room and started toward the old alter that sat toward the very back of the room. Slowly she drew in a deep breath as she looked around her once more checking out her surroundings. Once she felt herself safe she unzipped the bag of cookies and placed them upon table. Then she stuck the long incense sticks into there proper.  Once that had been done she stepped back and reached into her pocket and pulled out a packet of matches. Quickly she struck the red and white head of the match upon the rough surface  strip found at the back of the package.

And soon a flaming ball of orange and red flickering flame infolded the thin little match stick and so with a steady hand she lowered the flame toward the very tip of the sick and as soon as the burning source of heat came into contact with the tip a sweet smell of apples and mints filled the air, this smell was increased two found once the second stick had been lite.

Slowly she took a step back and offered a little bow to alter before she once more reached into her bag and fiddled around. After a few long minutes of fishing she finally felt her fingers run across the cold clay surface of her pale blue ocarina. Quickly she lifted the instrument from her bag and fitted her mouth around the mouth piece. Then once her head was clear and all was silent she slowly started to blow air into its chambers and with skilled hand a seasoned fingers she started to play a melody.

Mina knew the time was right when she say the girl enter into the shrine, there was no possible way of escaping now. So with time on her side she started quickly down the broken walkway and soon she was standing in front of the door.  But then she stopped as she caught sight of the girl, standing there in front of the old alter.

For you see dear readers a soft yellow gold ring of light now hovered above her head.  And her being as a whole now seemed surrounded in soft glowing light. There was a almost angelic flare about her as she kept up the tempo of her melody now almost completely lost in its haunting tempo.

“I told you there was something special about that girl, mistress.  Take a good close look at the light floating above her head. That does mark her as one of the special ones right. One of the few.. Though I doubt she knows about it. Possible the only way we can see it is because of are eyes.” Said Robert appearing behind Mina. He smirked a little as he gently raised his arm and started to stroke his chin as in deep thought.

“If she is what we think she is, maybe we should help her along a little.” He said finally after a good thirty second pause. “I mean there could be no harm in helping her discover her true self, you do have a way with reaching souls long thought to be lost and long strayed from the straight and narrow my dear if I might be so bold as to make that statement.” He said dropping his arms by his side and turning his head a little.

“Yes I do agree with you, though lets let her finish her little offering first.” She said peering into the darkness with her cat green eyes. Her tail was now switching back and forth much like a tail of a cat peering toward a cornered mouse that was well within her sight.


Susan signed a little as she lowered the mouth piece from the tip of her tongue. The low haunting melody still echoed around her. Slowly she drew in a deep breath to ease the feeling of tension in the center of her chest.  It was over now she had finished her offering now she could relax and slowly make her way toward the main trail, from there it was only a short two mile hike to the collection of cabins, camp store and small scale Childs playground and pool area that formed the center of the camp site she and her classmates where staying at.

***

“You play nice,” Said the Demoness appearing in the door way that connected the main hall with the outside.  The sharp points of her fangs gleamed in the twilight of the day. Her peach colored tail switched back and forth making a evil hissing sound as it divided the air as it passed through it.

Quickly Susan spun around and peered toward the slim humanoid finger that shadowed the doorway. In the dim twilight of the room she could see the sheen of her long flaming red hair tied back in two twin pigtails. She spoke with a commanding flare about her and she held herself with the same stance as a queen or princess would when addressing a crowed of her peers.

“There something special about you, you are a special person. You know that don’t you?” She called out folding her arms across her chest and peering her jade green eyes toward Susan. She was pretty much sizing her up. Yes despite the massive amount of power she held within her hand she was little or nothing when compared to the other foes she had classed swords with.

Susan took a deep breath and peered toward the women standing in the doorway. A sudden chill ran down the spine of her back as she felt the powerful gaze of the women peering toward her. A feeling of coldness spread over her.. It was like somebody had taken a sharpen icicle and had thrust it into the center of her chest.

 “Now,  please do tell me in your own words, why you thought it would be a good idea to wonder into my forest. You must by now know what happens to little lost souls that trespass into the layer of a demon or demoness.” She said strolling toward with firm measured steps. With each steps he took her bottom swayed back and forth and the air surrounding her become darker and darker.

Quickly Susan flipped a mental coin.. Head’s she makes a break for it and runs like a bat out of hell… or tails and she stands and face this demoness.  Slowly the invisible coin came to rest and curse her luck the face of her dear old grandmother could be seen engraved upon the surface silver disk. This was a clear sign that the coin was tales since the face of her father had been imprinted upon the face of her own make believe coin.

“Don’t even think about it little fly.” She said purring as she caught the look that darkened Susan’s face. She knew that look for she had seen it many of times sketched upon the faces of her countless victims and other poor souls to have the misfortune to cross her path in her many years of haunting and stalking the forest. “Now you have two choices to make, you can summit to me or you can force me to use my powers to make you summit to me.” She said in the same purring tone of voice that brought to mind a happy kitty full of warm milk and seafood flavored dry food.

“I’m not a little fly!” She cried as she balled up her first and stomped her foot upon the ground. Susan had a streak of pride that was about a mile wide and sixteen miles long. Any short of insult or question directed toward her cowage and honor was one sure fire way to get the little teen fired up like a steam locomotive.  Quickly her round sapphire pink eyes locked eyes with cat green eyes of the women.

“Yes you are, you became a little fly the minute you walked into my forest.” She said smirking a little as she raised her hand and then quickly brought it down toward her, a wave of ruby red energy flowed over her exceeded arm and slowly in low measured breaths she started to whisper a charm.

Susan took a deep breath and then she felt her eyes go wide like two saucer plates.  A sudden heavy feeling took hold of her and complete and total feeling of being paralyzed took hold of her whole being. A total feeling of being at the mercy of this demoness flooded over her like a title wave.

 “Now where was I, Oh yes.” She said drawing close and close to her. “Oh yes I remember now, its not fitting my dear for a little angle like yourself to be all along in such dark woodland.” She said in a scolding tone of voice as she walked behind Susan and reached down and unbutton the back button of her navy blue pleated school skirt. Once the button was out of its loop the skirt was removed from her person and carefully folded along its creases.

“What are you going to do with me?” Staggered Susan as she felt the evil presents of the demoness surrounding her being.  She quickly started to wiggle around in the manner that brought to mind a dying worm set snuggly upon a fishing hook.

“Well for starters, I’m going to take your skirt and panties for my service. You can call it my fee for the service of correcting you and setting you on the path of becoming a perfect little angle.” She said using that word again and this time placing heavy emphases upon it . And with she reached up and quickly pulling down Susan’s pink hello kitty panties.

Susan blinked and felt her eyes become wide as saucer plates as she took in the demoness’s words, so was she not only at her complete and utter mercy but now she was going to have her skirt and panties taken from her as some form of twisted payment. Hell if she required payment she could just take her wallet that held a good two thousand yen.

“Now, we move onto the second stage of payment.” She said smirking a little as she forming a wall of energy around Susan. “I think a little angle needs to be taught a good lesson about what happens when somebody trespass’s into somebody else’s property. And with that being said she drew in a deep breath and started toward the doorway that connected the outside of the hallway to the bright twilight.

Only soft whimpers and groans could be heard as Susan felt herself being tugged along, her daggling feet light kicking up the collective dust that covered the old wooden floorboards of the room. And soon in the blink of a eye one could say she was leaving the musty air worship hall and being forced into the bright yellow and orange skyline of twilight bathed courtyard.

“Come now my little angle we can have none of that.” She said as she scanned the flat rolling square piece of ground and soon her cat green eyes found what she was looking for a old tree stump toward the very end of the yard would provide the perfect seat she would need to carry her plan into action.

Susan slowly opened her mouth to protested but no words could she form. Slowly she closed her mouth and lowered her gaze toward the ground there seemed little in the way of charms or magic she could summoned to come to her defense.  Though to speak the truth she had little in the way of learning to support such defense even if she could summon such forces to her aid.

“Oh trying to summon a charm or spell do your defense?” Cooed the demoness as she peered toward Susan with cat like eyes.  “Fetch me my a good willow switch my pretties, for this young one needs a lesson in manners and a bit of schooling in being trim and proper young lady might be a good measure to add.” She said addressing the air above her and then in a blinding flash a little pixie appeared.

There was something odd about the Pixie. For unlike the fairies in fairytales and folk stories and even popular Kwaidens this one was a strange lava red color. A sinister air appeared around the creature as it flew toward the long draping branch’s of a low hanging willow tree.

Once within a arm’s length of the low hanging limb the evil minded thing turned around and flashed a wide grin toward Susan as it snapped her fingers and cut the base of the switch with a powerful  beam of invisible energy. And  with a sinister giggle she ferried the  switch over to her waiting mistress.
A long string of curse words where whispered in Susan’s mind as her pale pink eyes followed the fly like movements of the fairy. And in due time the little bug delivered the requested switch into her mistress’s palm. And with her task completed she turned over her shoulder and gave the young girl a once more gleefully   And with the fairy vanished from sight in a brief blinding flash of white light.

Susan could only swallow hard as she looked on with a look of horror and total humiliation sketched clearly upon her face.  There was no turning the clock back now, she was in for it, and somewhere deep within her mind a tiny voice was yelling its little lung’s out at  the once more foolish actions of Susan. Whom by a odd twist of fate had once more walked into the layer of a demon a female demon this time. Kind of a nice change of pace.

“Just like that time in old Sakura..” She whispered under her breath as she mentally traveled back to the charred ruins of the once grand village.

“Now let me tell you little angle. What you did was wrong and I’m sure you know it. I’m positive you know it. Did not your mother ever teach you its wrong to trespass into some else’s ground. I’m sure you don’t go around poking in your sisters room.” She said bringing the switch into the air and letting it hang it there for a few minutes before she quickly brought it down upon the round rump.

The switch made a evil hissing sound as it sailed through the air and landed smartly upon round bottom. A sudden and powerful shockwave of sting rolled into the bottom and after a second or two a bright long red mark appeared, the mark ran the length of the bottom.  And like the whip cream squirted upon the final scoop of ice cream sundae a cute little shrill of pain escaped Susan’s lips.

The demoness smiled as her sharp pointed ears soaked in the sharp shrills of pain escaping from Susan’s lips. Such lovely screams made her blood run cold with excitement caused a wave of shivers to flow over her body.

“And now its time, for the grand last act.” She said raising the switch high into the air and quickly bringing it down again.  Over and over again the tip of the switch came down upon her bottom, sending waves of sting and pain rolling into her bottom. Minute by minute rolled by and soon the creamy colored bottom was being crises cross by long thin red lines of welts.

Susan felt herself being broken down, each incoming crack that was laid upon her bottom sent a sparkle of pain to her heart. And soon she could do no more than wallow in the deep mire of pain and humiliation that came with being given a semipublic switching.  Though deep within her mind she prayed that the white flag of mercy would be shown to her and she would soon be set free.
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Though Sue’s prayers might have been answered if she was in the presents of a kindred spirit her feverish requested might have been heard and granted but the cold and bitter truth of the matter was she was in the presents of a demon one born of pure hate and witchery, and not the white form of it but the oil black side of the craft the ones that feed the powers of voodoo and other evil learned ways of the humans to channel and call upon the powers of darkness to feed there own twisted dreams and to advance there  owner darken fantasies.

Quickly the switch increased its tempo and flare as the lash’s expanded there reach and started to cross each other. Soon the little whip started making its way down her legs claiming new tracks of virgin skin as it rolled on like a steam roller. There was only one objective of the demoness, to switch the young girl so hard she’ll be bed ridden for the next few days.

And finally it happen, like somebody breaking a twig, Susan felt her spirits crack and the last hold out of her mental strength came crashing down. The switch had broken her, and yet it kept coming. The seconds rolled on and the number of blows kept climbing, and soon her bottom was nothing more than a large collection of red stripes.  A newly plowed field would be a good comparison. For each line brought to mind a newly plowed row.
“There, your done.. Your finished little angle.” Said the demoness rolling the little girl off her lap and onto the ground.  Then she rose to her feet. “Never let me catch you in my forest again. And well I think you still owe me once piece of clothing.. I require your bra as payment for breaking the hex I’ve placed upon you.” She said in a commanding tone of voice. And with that she broke the spell. Though she still kept her eyes glued to the shivering frame of the girl in front of her.

Susan drew in a deep breath and quickly reached up and removed her sailor fuku shirt… she was a broken girl and the only thing she wanted to do was follow this instructions to the letter. After all that was the only possible way home it seemed. So with that though set firmly in her mind she reached up and unhooked her bra and as tears of shame rolled down her face she handed it toward the demoness.

The demoness snatched the bra from the quivering girls hands and smiled as she tossed it over her shoulder where her skirt and panties laid. With that she pointed quickly toward the exit of the shrine. And to add a bit of weight to her pointing she gave her a look that would chill the blood of any man. “Go now little angle. Go and rejoin your classmates and never again darken ye spirit by walking the paths where demon’s dwell.” She commanded.

Susan quickly nodded her head and with that she once more slipped the shirt over her quivering frame and once more she started down the broken cobblestone pave. Shaken and defeated these where the two words best suited to conjure up how she felt taking that long walk of shame.