The Village, part 2 By Fragilistic, frag902@yahoo.co.uk Where women rule and men obey, or else Talwyn came into Kyra's living quarters. "Have you considered what you are going to do ?" she asked. "You mean regarding Eyal, yes, I have some ideas", replied Kyra. "I want you to humiliate him, to destroy him, to crush him, so that the other men learn we are not to be crossed" explained Talwyn. "It may seem harsh, but we have to be cruel to be kind. Men are such simple creatures, you will learn this for yourself one day." "Don't worry, I won't let you down", said Kyra, a smile playing across her face. "Be sure that you don't. Your status in the community as a woman of the village will depend upon how well you do. You need to impress the elder women." "No problem, I have it all in hand" replied Kyra. "Well alright then. Eyal's injuries should be healed in another week, so make sure you are ready." "Don't worry I will be". One week later the entire village was gathered at the training ground, a rectangular area in the centre of the village, walled on all sides, some 150 feet by 100 feet in size. Long wooden benches had been arranged all round the sides of the training ground, and the women of the village, several dozen in all, were seated on these benches. On each of their broad laps sat a nervous male. Most of the women held their men tightly in their strong embrace. The men understood that failure to pay attention to whatever was about to unfold would result in a painful squeeze from the woman on whose lap they were seated, so they were giving their full attention. After some thirty minutes of waiting Talwyn entered the training area and the crowd fell silent. "As you all know", she began, "Exactly three weeks ago, Eyal broke our most sacred rule and ran from the village. Fortunately for all of us Kyra was able to track him down and bring him back to face justice. This is why we are gathered here today. I want you all to remember that no-one is more important than the village, and what you see here today, although it may shock some of you, is necessary if we are to survive". She left the training ground to take her place at the head of the nearest table and a murmur went round the crowd, followed by yelps of pain from some of the men as the women on whose laps they sat crushed them into obedient silence. Suddenly a door opened and Kyra bounded into the training ground, turning summersaults and flips as she covered the ground effortlessly, demonstrating the athletic prowess she possessed in her muscular seven foot body. She was clad completely in a long cloak which hid her physicality, but none of the men seated there had any doubts as to her strength or capabilities. She continued to leap, and tumble, and summersault across the ground, her body a whirl, the cloak flying all around her. Eventually she came to a halt in the centre of the training ground, her broad chest heaving, her cheeks flushed from exertion. "Ladies and gentlemen", she spoke in a confident girlish tone, "we are gathered here today to witness justice being carried out upon Eyal the traitor, who ran from our village, and broke our most sacred of laws." "He who breaks the law must be broken", went the chant from the women in the crowd. The men remained silent. "Let Eyal be brought forth". All eyes scanned the training ground in anticipation. They waited, and waited, and waited, but nothing happened. "Oops, silly me", said Kyra, as she unfastened the cloak from around her neck and let the heavy garment fall to the floor. Gasps went up from the men in the crowd. The women clapped and cheered their approval, delighted at what they saw. For there was Eyal, naked as the day he was born, spread-eagled against Kyra's massive chest, facing outwards for all to see, his wrists and ankles fastened tightly by gold bands that linked around Kyra's strong neck and firm stomach. It looked as though she had chosen to wear him as an adornment. Her naked breasts were so big, so round, so firm, even for a women of the village, that Eyal was held imobile between them, his thin emaciated body looking like it was about to be crushed between her huge fleshy boulders. Each breast must have weighed nearly as much as a full grown man and Eyal clearly looked terrified at his predicament. A cloth had been stuffed in his mouth to prevent him from screaming. "Oh, the gods", said one of the men nearest to Eyal, the colour draining from his face. He was quickly punished for his outburst by a crushing squeeze from the woman on whose lap he sat. Kyra paraded proudly around the training ground, giving all the men and women a chance to see her and to witness Eyal's humiliation. It was terrible for the men to witness, one of their friends being abused and humiliated in this way. This was tinged with gratitude that it wasn't them being paraded around the ground. Kyra's massive breasts pressed tightly against the man trapped between them. He looked in a bad way, having taken a considerable pounding from her massive weighty tits during her athletic display. Kyra jumped up and down, Eyal bouncing in tune with the rhythm of her breasts, helpless to do anything. "Shall we hear what he has to say for himself?" she asked, removing the cloth from his mouth. "Aaaaagghh", moaned Eyal, "please, urrghhh, please ", his mind incapable of sensible thought or speech after the pounding he had just taken. Kyra then swung her mighty chest from side to side, her hands on her broad hips, slowly at first, then building up speed, each gigantic breast crashing into Eyal to the left and to the right, knocking him senseless, faster and faster, until he was just a blur. Then she stopped and bent down and touched her toes, crushing him against her big thighs. Next she straightened up, and performed a backflip, her huge chest pressing outwards, bending Eyal's body painfully in directions it wasn't intended to be bent. Backflip after backflip she executed, across the training ground, the man trapped between her breasts no impediment to her movements. Eventually Kyra tired of playing with her new toy in this way, and called to one of her sisters, who brought a large wicker ball, some three feet in diameter, with large fist sized holes where the wicker strands crossed. This was one of the practice balls that the girls used in training, throwing it to each other, catching it and juggling with it to improve their hand eye co-ordination and stamina. This wicker ball had been modified however, as a large opening had been cut at the top, and the lid was held in place by metal strips wound around the wicker. Kyra reached behind her neck and unfastened the gold hoops that held Eyal to her chest. She did the same for the hoops at her waist, allowing him to fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. Then she opened the top section of the wicker ball, her strong fingers easily prying the metal strips apart, and forced Eyal inside. He struggled against her but he was no match for her. She bent him double so that he fit inside and then closed and fastened the opening, ensuring the metal links held the lid tightly in place. There was no way Eyal would be able to prise open the metal links so he was effectively trapped in the wicker ball like a human toy for the amazon girl to play with. Eyal started to whimper like a wounded animal, as the realization of what was about to happen to him started to dawn. Kyra picked up the wicker ball with Eyal inside and threw it high into the air, spinning the ball over and over, then catching it with ease. It felt only slightly heavier than when she used to practice catching it with her sisters, but not noticeably so. She threw the wicker ball higher and higher, ten feet, fifteen feet, then twenty feet, catching it with both hands, then just her right hand, and then just her left. The whimpering sounds from Eyal had turned to outright screams. He was in abject terror as this young busty amazon threw him above her head and caught him lazily, time after time. Kyra then placed the ball on the ground in front of her and kicked it with her powerful legs, sending Eyal flying through the air to land on the other side of the training ground with a crash. She raced over to where Eyal had landed, and kicked him back again, reveling in the ease with which she could cause him pain and fear. After that she picked the ball up and stared at the battered and bruised man folded up inside. She juggled with the ball, passing it from one hand to the next, before throwing him as far as she could across the training ground. The women were loving every moment, stamping their feet and clapping their approval. The men were ashen faced, horrified at the punishment being meted out to one of their friends. Some were crying openly, terror and fear contorting their features. Kyra walked slowly over to where the wicker ball and Eyal has come to a rest. She placed a large shapely foot on the wicker ball and slowly pressed downwards, her massive calves and thighs flexing as she compressed the wicker ball and deformed its shape. Eyal started screaming and flailing wildly, fearing that he was about to be crushed underfoot. "Not like that", she whispered to the terrified man, "I have better things in mind for you." Kyra lay down behind the ball, and stretched out her long powerful legs, seizing the ball between her feet. She lifted the ball into the air with her feet, her back flat against the floor, her long towering legs vertical. Then she balanced the ball on one foot, and then the other, before spinning the ball with both feet. Faster and faster the ball spun round and round, high up in the air, suspended only by Kyra's shapely legs and feet. It was amazing to watch and the women in the crowd stood up to clap and show their appreciation of the young athlete, spilling the men on their laps onto the floor. After what seemed like an age Kyra flicked the ball high into the air and caught it between her powerful thighs. She crossed her ankles around the top of the ball and started to squeeze, her muscular thighs compressing the wicker ball inwards. Eyal, dazed and confused, could only watch with horror as the sides of his prison pressed inwards against him, deforming in on itself under the enormous pressure. Kyra continued to squeeze the wicker ball between her solid thighs as though it were a toy, a plaything, something to be squashed and then discarded. Eyal readied himself for the end as the pressure on his body increased and he felt sure that his tormentress was about to squeeze the life from him. To his surprise the pressure suddenly subsided, and the wicker ball flexed back into shape. Kyra opened her legs allowing the ball to slide down her massive thighs and come to rest on the floor. She picked the ball up and held it at arms length, before pulling it in tightly against her huge chest. "Time to put you out of your misery" she said gently to the battered and bruised Eyal, who by now was barely conscious. His heart started racing at Kyra's words, as he and the ball were lifted into the air and pressed against her gargantuan chest, her massive erect nipples poking through the wicker. Kyra's long strong arms wrapped around the wicker ball as she pulled it in tighter against her, her biceps flexing into solid peaks of muscle. All that Eyal could see from his cramped upside down vantage point was Kyra's massive chest which seemed intent on crushing him and the wicker simultaneously. Slowly she increased the pressure, squeezing the ball tighter and tighter against her massive chest. The wicker creaked and groaned against the phenomenal pressure being exerted on it, then started to bend inwards. The space in which Eyal could move grew smaller and smaller. Kyra's massive arms flexed and squeezed, flexed and squeezed, crushing the ball still tighter and tighter against her chest. The wicker gave another groan and then collapsed inwards under the awesome power of this young woman. Kyra continued to squeeze tighter and tighter, her arms reducing the space available to Eyal to less than his body size. The wicker ball which contained Eyal was now almost completely crushed, no longer resembling a ball at all. The unstoppable force of Kyra's arms continued to mash Eyal against her huge breasts. Tighter and tighter she squeezed, with a strength that Eyal couldn't comprehend. She compressed the wicker and the man inside completely. Suddenly and involuntarily he spasmed against her mighty breasts, his tiny dick releasing a thimble full of seed on her massive areola. Like a remorseless constrictor coiled around its prey Kyra crushed inwards, flattening Eyal and the wicker against her towering body. She broke him against her breasts, hearing his ribs snap one after another, then seeing the blood flow from his mouth and nose and as she continued crushing his insides to a pulp. She continued to crush him for several more minutes, and by the time she had finished squeezing his chest was completely flat, his spine broken, mashed between her powerful arms and breasts. With a roar she lifted her flattened victim above her head with one hand and held him aloft for all to see. Most of the men were crying openly now, horror and shock ripping through them at what they had just witnessed. "Let this be a lesson to all men" echoed Talwyn. "See what Kyra, youngest daughter of this village, has done to Eyal the traitor. Think long and hard before any of you try to run, for if this is what Kyra can do, think well what a fully grown woman of the village could do when angered." Several of the men fainted clean away.