Shipwrecked
By Fragilistic frag902@yahoo.co.uk



The storm blew up suddenly, becoming a ferocious gale the like of which none
of the sailors had ever seen before. Their ship was dashed against a reef and
the captain hurriedly gave the order to abandon ship to the lifeboats. Despite
their best efforts, the storm claimed the lives of all but a dozen men who
crammed into one of the tiny wooden boats.

They drifted in the open seas for several days before finally sighting land.
It was an island that didn't show on any of their maps, but this was a largely
unexplored part of the world.

Exhausted, dehydrated, and ravenous, the twelve survivors managed to bring
their small wooden boat ashore. They scrambled onto the beach, grateful to be
alive.

Captain Jones, a strapping man who had fared better than the others, told his
crew to make what shelter they could on the beach beneath the palm trees
whilst he went in search of fresh water.

Jones set off alone towards the middle of the island, figuring that if there
was fresh water it was more likely to be here. After a while he stopped to
rest, the going through the soft sand difficult, when he chanced to glance
down in surprise. Footprints ! And they were huge, easily twice as big as his,
and deep, so that it seemed as though whoever made them was incredibly heavy.
He proceeded cautiously, looking around fearfully.

Further ahead he saw a clearing, and he could hear the sound of running water.
Slowly, carefully, he picked his way to the clearing, and saw that there was a
small stream flowing. He bent down and scooped a mouthful of fresh water. It
was clean and pure. Quickly he started to fill their water containers.

A shadow fell across him and he turned around suddenly, only to see with
horror a huge figure towering over him. His head was level with the top of a
pair of enormous muscular thighs, terrifying in their extremity, yet at the
same time beautiful and smooth with wondrous coffee colored skin. As he fell
backwards in amazement he saw that it was a beautiful naked woman standing
over him, hands on hips, enjoying his surprise. She reached out a gigantic
hand and seized him by the throat, lifting him effortlessly into the air, past
her massive breasts, each of which looked like it could crush him beneath its
mass alone.

She raised him to her full height which was some 13' tall, his legs dangling
helplessly almost 7' off the ground. Jones could see that she was a stunningly
beautiful woman, superbly muscular, with deep, dark brown eyes and a flawless
complexion. She swung him too and fro, seemingly amused by his pathetic
efforts to escape her grasp. As she held him aloft like a rag doll his vision
quickly became blurred and he realized he couldn't hold on for much longer,
she would choke the life from him. Imploringly he held his hands out towards
her, palms open, begging her for mercy, although no words could escape her
lips.

Suddenly she dropped him to the ground where he lay, gagging for air, but glad
to be alive. He sucked in lungfuls of air greedily. The gigantic woman knelt
down in front of him, still way taller than his 6', and placed a finger to her
lips. Jones stared at her, not understanding. She repeated the action, and
then picked up a coconut laying nearby, pointing first at Jones, then at the
coconut, before crushing it in her mighty fist. Pieces of coconut and coconut
milk flowed down her huge arm. Jones swallowed hard. He understood that she
was telling him to be quiet, otherwise he would share the same fate as the
coconut.

The huge woman then seized him fast, hugging him tight to her massive chest.
He struggled helplessly, but her fearsome strength was many times greater than
his own. Tighter and tighter she squeezed him, crushing the air from his
lungs, still kneeling in the sand. His feet slid across her massive thighs but
could find no purchase on her smooth skin as he tried to push himself upwards
out of her python like embrace. Tighter still she held him, but not so tight
as to break his ribs or cause permanent damage. She seemed to know exactly
what she was doing, how tight she could squeeze him without breaking his
comparatively puny body. Jones couldn't breathe, every time he tried to inhale
she tightened her arms around him, like a huge snake crushing its prey. After
only a minute the world started to go grey, and he was out cold.

She lay him down on the ground and tore some vines from a nearby tree,
fastening then tightly around his wrists and ankles, then she swung him up
over her shoulder and strode purposefully off through the jungle with her
helpless captive.

Jones awoke some time later and for a while struggled to remember what had
happened to him. Then it all came back with a rush. He looked around at his
surroundings, he was imprisoned in a large bamboo cage with no visible sign of
exit. He knew that he had to escape and warn his crew that the island was
dangerous, for he had no way of knowing what the giant woman had in store for
him. She had treated him roughly for certain, but she had not killed him
immediately, as she was easily capable of.

"Over here, I say, you", came a low whisper. Jones started at the sound. About
twenty feet away, there was another similar cage with a bedraggled man inside.
His haggard look, long beard and rags told Jones that he had been a captive
for some time.

"Where are we, what is this place?" Jones asked the stranger.

"Shhh, she will hear you, and then we will all be punished."

"Sorry", Jones said more quietly.

"How many of you are there here? How did you get here? What's your name?", the
questions spilled forth.

"My name is Eduardo, I am Portuguese, my ship was shipwrecked here some two
years ago", whispered the man. "I do not know who or what the giant woman is,
she never speaks, but believe me she can be terrible. It would do you well not
to anger her."

"I must get back to my crew and warn them", Jones explained.

Eduardo laughed a hollow laugh. "There is no escape from this place, save when
you are too old or weak to service her and she disposes of you."

Jones looked aghast. He walked over to the bars of his prison and shook them,
but they were firm. He tried to squeeze through the gaps but it was no use.

The sound of something crashing through the undergrowth caught Jones's
attention and he turned to face the direction of the noise. Eduardo retreated
to the back of his cage and sat with his arms wrapped around his knees,
hugging them tightly, a fearful look upon his face.

The amazon entered the clearing carrying a man by his arms, holding him
tightly and from his contorted face, evidently causing him some pain. He was
screaming "no, no, not me, not again, please", but she was ignorant to his
pleas.

She threw him down to the ground and immediately pinned him, her vast bulk
towering over the trembling man. Quickly she removed the rags he wore, and
seized him with her powerful hands. Jones noticed that she was excited, her
face was flushed and her enormous nipples were erect. Taking the now naked man
in her arms she proceeded to rub his small body against her breasts, her
breath coming in short sharp pants now. He was easily small enough to fit
between her breasts and she rubbed him hard and forcefully, taking great
pleasure from her diminutive captive. Despite his best efforts to resist, he
became erect as the giantess rubbed him against her magnificent breasts, each
of which was bigger and heavier than the small man she was toying with.

Suddenly she pushed him onto his back and held him down with one hand before
mounting him vigorously. He groaned under her massive weight and all but
disappeared from Jones view, completely dominated by her wide hips and shapely
ass. She proceeded to rape him, her movements slow and powerful, causing him
considerable pain as she crushed him with every forceful thrust. His hands
went up to try and ward her off, but only found her massive bosom, and Jones
watched in awe at the sight of the mans hands which were barely big enough to
cover her nipples. His ordeal went on and on, the giantess taking an age to
reach her climax. Eventually her thrusts increased to the point where she was
moving the man beneath her backwards and forwards so fast that he became a
blur, her moans reached a crescendo and she threw her head back and screamed
for all she was worth. Seizing the man between her thighs she rolled over onto
her back, lifting him high in the air, her thighs seemingly determined to
wring every last drop out of him. He lay helpless between her huge thighs, his
head lolling from one side to another, as she had her way with him. With no
concern for her victim she tightened her grip on him, crushing his puny body
as orgasm after orgasm racked her gigantic body. After what seemed like an age
she stopped, opened her thighs, and Jones could clearly see the bloodied
remains of the man stuck to the inside of her thigh like a bug that had been
squashed. She flicked his broken body away with her hand and left. The sound
of sobbing could be heard from cages all round the clearing.

The next day she came for Eduardo, who backed himself into his cage as far as
possible. Effortlessly she reached inside the cage and seized him in her
powerful grip. He screamed for help, but there was none.

Tearing off his rags she lifted him up to her full height, holding him by one
ankle so that he faced the ground. She dangled and jerked him around like a
puppet. Her tongue licked his genitals, and she took them completely into her
mouth, sucking on him noisily as if she would devour him. He became erect, and
cursed himself for it, for he knew it would be his undoing.

She then rubbed him against her massive breasts, first the left breast, then
the right breast, before placing him between them and squeezing him with their
terrible mass. Eduardo struggled but it was useless, she could literally crush
the life right out of him with her gigantic fleshy boulders. His arms were
pinned tightly against his sides and she looked at him, helpless, increasing
the pressure slowly as she pressed her hands together, causing her boulder
like breasts to crush the squirming man tighter and tighter. She seemed to be
testing his limits. It was clearly an unequal match and Eduardo felt his life
ebbing away.

Suddenly she stopped and placed his mouth against her enormous nipple. He
sucked for all he was worth, the massive erect nipple filling his mouth
completely, glad that she was no longer crushing him. He did his best to
please her in the vain hope that she would look favorably upon him and not
treat him too roughly.

After she tired of this she grabbed his arms, positioning him so that his
small cock entered her giant hairy pussy, and holding his ass tightly with one
hand started pumping him in and out of her. He gritted his teeth and held on
for dear life as she pumped him harder and harder, faster and faster, until he
thought his limbs would be torn from his body. He screamed as she reached
orgasm and crushed him tightly against her powerful body, before dropping the
bruised and battered man to the ground. He was covered in her thick juices but
relieved to have survived the ordeal. She lifted him effortlessly and dropped
him unceremoniously back into his cage.

Two days later

Jones's crew were becoming increasingly concerned after he failed to return
with fresh water. Their own supplies of water had now almost run out, so they
took a vote, and the decision was to try and find him. It wasn't difficult to
follow his tracks to the clearing, and the fresh water, where they replenished
their supplies. They too were amazed at the huge set of footprints leading
away into the jungle.

"Looks like Jonesy was captured, as there's only one set of tracks leading
this way", said Smith, the ships first mate. "Onwards lads, onwards."

After several hours of tracking they came to the clearing where the caged men
were. Spying Jones in one of the cages the delighted men ran over to greet
their captain.

"Jonesy, you're alive, it's wonderful that we've found you."

"Shhh", their captain urged, "she will hear you and come for you."

"She ?" asked Smith. "There's eleven of us, I think we're more than a match
for any woman."

Just at that moment the sound of undergrowth being trampled brought them to
their senses. She stepped into the clearing and smiled at the faces of the
crew, who were filled with a sudden terror. Some of the men ran, others were
rooted to the spot.

"Quickly lads, rush her, it's the only hope", urged Jones.

Two or three of the men turned to face the amazon.

She stepped forwards, her long legs eating up the ground between them. With
incomprehensible speed and power she kicked one of the men in the stomach,
sending him flying through the air to crash into a tree, where he fell to the
ground, dead.

The remaining two glanced at each other, then turned to run, but she was
faster, scooping first one and then the other up in her strong arms. She
hugged them both tightly against her powerful chest, and unlike when she had
squeezed Jones, this time she showed no restraint, crushing the men hard. The
crunching of ribs was heard as she pulverized their weak bodies against her
solid tits, smashing and crunching them like dried twigs. It was horrible to
behold, and Jones put his head in his hands and wept for his crewmen. She
dropped their broken bodies to the ground and set off in pursuit of the
remaining men.

One was caught in her iron grip and lifted up between her massive thighs,
which quickly clamped around his body and arms like a huge vise. He could feel
the heat from her sex as she tightened her gargantuan thighs around him. She
locked her ankles and raised herself up onto her toes, her thighs bunching
with raw unstoppable power. He never stood a chance and was flattened
instantly, his body reduced to pulp, his entrails bursting forth from his
broken body.

As fast as the others ran, she outran them, catching them with powerful kicks
or swatting them to the ground with her huge hands. It was a massacre. When
the last six saw what had happened to their fellow shipmates they fell to
their knees in supplication, holding up their hands up as if in prayer to the
goddess wreaking so much havoc and destruction upon them. She approached them
and raised a foot as if to crush them, but changed her mind and allowed the
groveling men to kiss and lick her foot in complete obeyance to her.

She picked them up two at a time and carried them to empty cages, dropping
them in through a small hole in the roof before making the cages fast again.

Jones couldn't tell his men the awful fate that lay in store for them, to be
used as sexual playthings until she grew tired of them and crushed them into
oblivion.