In the shallow valley to the west of Genkysou village lies the border to the dark green expanse of forest that separates Genkysou from her sister village of Zarful.

Many trade paths and footways criss-cross this nightmarish zone called ‘The Screaming Forest’: So called for the constant echoing wailing and crying of the many careless women being digested alive, that can be heard day and night.

Every day, thousands of brave warriors, scouts, tradeswomen, merchants, huntresses, and bandits traverse the depths of this green hell in order to ply their various trades. Most of them are successful in their daily journeys, arriving safely at Zarful, Genkysou, or one of the many free settlements that dot the perimeter of the forest.

But every day, there are scores of women that fail to finish their journey as they have in the past. Instead, their journeys end painfully in the gullet of some vile woman-eating creature or plant. Their pained cries will join that chorus of perpetual screaming that gives the forest its foreboding name.

The bones of millenia’s worth of their ancestors form the bed on which this forest flourished. From the mulch of excreted bodies grow a variety of strong, hungry plants that feast upon human flesh.

Vampire Vines that dig their sharp spines into any girl careless enough to brush up against them. The prey’s struggles to free themselves stimulates the vine’s feeding reaction. The Vampire Vines will wrap around the doomed girl and embed themselves into her skin and pull her down to the ground, where they begin to exsanguinate her over the course of the next week. When it’s finished with her, all that will be left is a dried up corpse, crumbling into dust and bones.

Pitcher Plants with tendrils that entrap any girl whose path leads her too close to their vibrant red and orange mouth. Once they slip into the craw of this plant, there’s no escape. A heavy leaf will spring shut over the opening, sealing the trap. The poor woman inside the plant’s mouth will have the unenviable experience of being reduced into a sickly sweet nectar that the plant uses to attract other prey. The complex biochemical process converts a girl into her component sugars and fats, caramelizing her into a twitching puddle of amber goo and bones. The conversion into glucose is not a painless one. The weeks-long ordeal results in a syrup that is highly sought after by the confectioners in restaurant lane in Genkysou. Many a syrup hunter has fallen prey to these, and become the very product she hoped to sell.

Squeeze Tubes are a hanging vine that likes to suck up its victims. The long hollow tubes descend when they sense the body heat of prey beneath them. Once their mouth orifice is wrapped around the head of their mark, she can only squirm and kick as she’s swallowed up into the canopy. Her limp body will hang as the vine’s muscle like fibres contract and expand till her bones crack and shatter, and her meat is pulped. Their prey has days of screaming through cracked ribs to look forwards to before their skull finally splits and her brains spill out.

Venus Mantraps catch unwary quarry with their prehensile tongues, and pull them up into their anuses. The acid inside their belly sacs is potent, and will liquefy a girl within a day, before shitting out her crap covered bones into a pile below. The muffled screams and dancing green sac of a freshly sated Venus mantrap are a welcome sight to eagle eyed travellers in the forest. A Mantrap already feasting on a girl will never open up its anus to ingest another girl until after it’s expelled the remains of its current victim, and so are safe to pass underneath.

Pitcher Catchers are snappy green carnivorous plants that slam shut on anything that steps into range of their spikey maws. They impale their food in place to digest it in their clam shaped mouths. Blood drips from wriggling Pitcher Catchers full of unhappy moaning prey.
Usually they are small and not capable of entrapping anything other than a wandering child. Many, a cocky young warrior has lost a limb to these smaller plants by underestimating the danger they pose. Rarely, an adult Pitcher Catcher grows fat enough to consume an entire adult woman. These larger plants are a threat that can easily be overlooked until the jaws snap shut on a girl, and the screaming begins.

Unlike their domesticated cousins, Wild Gourdplants can snatch girls from a fair distance using their vines and suckers. They're still perfectly evolved to encase women in their girl-shaped moulded interior pods. Their acid spraying, orifice sucking tendrils soften up nubile young bodies until the flesh sloughs off the bone and the mess can be slurped up.
In the Gourdplant farms, girl heads are snapped off before death to promote faster growth of their tasty fruits, but in the wild, a girl’s head eventually slips down into the pods once her body has melted enough to fit it inside. It takes longer to digest a girl this way, but wild Gourdplant gourds taste way sweeter than their domestically bred counterparts.

Bloodflowers hunt using an irresistible aphrodisiac pheromone. Any girl that smells it will find herself impossibly horny, her brain foggy, and her sense of self preservation entirely inhibited. She will feel compelled to walk towards the pretty flower that smells good. It will then either consume her and store her in a storage sack, or breed her with its seed.

The sacks are filled with a contact venom that infects the captured girl’s nervous system, stimulating her sexual drive beyond the point of sanity. She will masturbate herself to the point of exhaustion as she marinates in the dark, sticky holding sac over the next few days before she is regurgitated back up into the plant’s tooth-ringed masticating orifice.

The mouth is filled all the way down with pain poison fangs that will shred the meat from her bones like a blender. The sex dumbed slut will endure brief, but overwhelmingly intense agony as she’s eviscerated until the flower spits out her bulging eyed decapitated head. Her brains will become mulch for the flower's roots.

Any girl unlucky enough to be a breeder for the plant will instead end up violently raped by its ovipositing vines in a multi hour insemination session. It will force its seed up into her pussy, breaking her cervical entrance to fit the massive wooden pill snugly into her womb. The sex-crazed semi-zombie bloodflower vector will then be released back into the forest to wander back home, with a sore, distended belly. Eventually the seed will take root in the woman and sprout from her mouth as a beautiful white juvenile flower, killing her. As it feeds on prey in its abundant new area of the forest, their blood will eventually give the flower its unique scarlet hue.

Rot Fungi can also consume unwary travellers. Their funky smell of rotting human corpses usually attracts animal predators as prey, but any maiden who does brave the odour to pick smaller mushrooms, and wanders too close to a larger one will find herself pulled in by a powerful implosive vacuum. Once trapped in the fleshy mushroom’s interior, she will discover to her horror that she will become the source of that musky aroma. The consumed victim will lie trapped in her own filth for weeks as the weak saliva enzymes break her body down into nutrients, and fungus spores grow on her living, rotting biomass. The putrid smell of her own rotting body will make her vomit, which she will have to lie in with her own piss and crap. The smell inside a Rot Fungus is a hundred times worse than the smell of the rot lure outside. It is a truly miserable way to die.

Eventually, a mass of spores will grow in the rotted skeleton, and they will be ejected into the air along with the bones.

Plants aren't the only predators in The Screaming Forest. Where there’s flora, there’s also fauna. The animals that make the forest home are equally loathsome.

The Geckodog is a carriage sized ambush predator that uses its padded sucker feet to climb vertical walls with ease. Most girls never see the Geckodog that gets them. All they feel is the wet splat of its tongue on their butt, or in between their breasts, then the first thing they see is the inside of its mouth.

Next they get all close and personal with the inside of its stomach. The wet organ will squeeze and ball them tightly as the Geckodog waddles off to digest its prize. The creature will find a hiding place in the tree branches away from other predators to take a nap. The pleasant sensations of a full, wriggling, screaming tummy will lull it into a feasting coma.

When the creature awakes again, its undercarriage will have ceased struggling, and feel softer. A small pressure in its abdomen will urge the Geckodog to return to the ground to relieve itself. After a steaming piss, the lizard will expel its bowels. A liquid brown shit covered skeleton poops from its rectum, still smoking from its acid bathed journey through the Geckodog’s digestive tract


Hellhounds are stalking parasitic hunters that track and dismember their prey using their bladed tails. When a hellhound catches the scent of a tasty girl, it will creep slowly with its pack towards her, flanking her from the sides. When she finally catches a glimpse of the Hellhound to her front and freezes, it's already too late for her. The Hellhounds to her rear leap to her sides and swish their tails smoothly through her limbs as they pass by. Arms and legs are severed, and she drops to the ground surprised, and in pain. Then the pack leader saunters in to finish the job. Whatever limbs remain join the bloody mess on the sandy soil.

The lead Hellhound picks her up by her head in its maw. Twin flat teeth wrap on either side of her neck, as its ovipositing phallus squeezes into her vagina or anus. It carries her pathetically squirming amputated body underneath its belly, as it conveys her back to the pack’s cavern nest.

They pass pyramid stacks of shit-out human skulls at the entrance to the cave: Totems that mark every Hellhound nest.
Deep inside, she sees the necrotic amputated, and decapitated corpses of dozens of women. They all look bloated and pregnant. One fuckpillow’s belly explodes in a shower of gore, and a baby Hellhound emerges from under the ribcage.

Hellhounds have no sexual dimorphism, as they are all hermaphrodites. They require the bodies of their prey to breed. The girl squeals as she feels the Hellhound’ penis bulge inside of her. Her labia stretches until the delicate skin cracks and bleeds. The Hellhound fetus travels up inside her womb, ripping her internal genitals to make way for her monster pregnancy. It squeezes her bladder and colon, forcing her to piss and shit herself. She can do little more than squeak out a high pitched groan as her lungs are squeezed tight by the intruder. The prey girl tries to scream more, but she’s too weak from blood loss and shock.

The twin blades at the base of her neck squeeze tight like a pair of scissors, snipping her head off her body. Her plump breasts cushion her torso’s fall, as the Hellhound lifts her head high. There’s a wet farting sound as her baby monster filled amputated corpse slides off the flaccid monster dick and joins the other headless corpse incubators on the dusty cavern floor.

Her cute confused face, tears streaming down her cheeks, is swallowed whole by the Hellhound with a slick wet slurp. The light at the end of the esophagus recedes rapidly for her, and she splashes into a pool of acid. Her head sinks to the bottom, joining dozens of heads in varying states of decay. In a week or so, she’ll be at the top of a pile of freshly excreted skulls in front of the nest.

Giant Centipedes are relentless adversaries. Their tough exoskeletons are hard to pierce with spears or swords. They are stupid, mindless insects that don’t use any advanced hunting tactics, they just rush their prey and try to get their ravenous mouths around them. Anything other than a prepared scout party is unlikely to fend off a fully grown giant centipede when it's trying to feast on them.

Propelled by hundreds of legs, and an insatiable appetite, the centipede moves faster than any girl is capable of running. Standing and fighting is the only option. Cutting off its limbs and hoping to hamper its movement enough to get out of its dim sight is the best way of surviving.

It is often said that you can tell how old and dangerous a Giant centipede is by counting how few legs it has left. Few girls who've ever tried to count have lived to tell whether there is any truth to the myth.

The Golden Weaver Spider makes its webs in The Screaming Forest too. Usually making its home in dark caves, where the dim light makes seeing its fine gossamer webs impossible to see, the Spider is also at home in the darkest recesses of the forest. It takes up position on well travelled footpaths and spins its trap.

Travelling merchant girls, unaware that their clever shortcut has been compromised, walk headlong into the sticky webs. Unable to pull themselves off the web, they struggle fruitlessly. Daggers and spears that can slash through the toughest Venus Mantrap hide are no match for the tensile strength of the wire thin strands of spider silk.

All their panicking and thrashing does is vibrate the wire thin lines and let the Golden Weaver waiting above know that there is prey in its trap.
It descends from on high to squirt out its fibre web from its thorax over the unlucky merchant. Wrapping her like a mummy in its bondage. The vile arachnid lifts them up and either envenomates them with its pedipalp fangs, or lays its eggs in them.

Both are long, laborious and painful ways to die. A Spider poisoned girl falls immediately into a feverish delirium. Her skin hardens over the course of the next few days, and her insides turn to mush. Then the spider returns to drink her like a girl flavoured milkshake, leaving only a leathery sucked out husk.

Those impregnated by oviposition aren’t spared suffering either. She can feel the eggs hatch within her, as freshly spawned spiderlings bite and feed on her from within. She feels her belly slither with thousands of spiderlings as they liquefy and consume her fatty tissues and meat from within. She will still be alive when the baby spiders pour from all her orifices, stinging her skin as they cover every inch of her body and devour her alive.

These are just a small number of mind-numbingly horrible ways that The Screaming Forest can claim the life of a girl seeking to traverse its nightmarish emerald vastness. Those with vigilance, and experience making the journey might make hundreds of safe trips from one side to another, but eventually her luck will run out. The forest will claim most of those who enter it, given enough time.

The eternal screams that can be heard all through the lush denseness of the forest are a reminder to every girl travelling through it, that her own time to bubble away in the gut of some foul beast or plant is soon to come. A gruesome death is an inevitable fact of the lifecycle of the forest. One day her own bones will mildew in the earthy soil and be buried deep alongside those of millennia’s worth of her ancestors.

Billions of skeletons of women and children lie under the forest, being broken by tree roots, and ground up by centuries of geological movement. The calcium they release nurtures and enriches the plants above. The Screaming Forest grows larger, and feeds on the next generation of helpless human women. Humanity in true equilibrium with vicious nature.

Their tormented screaming will never cease.