The Farm, part 4
by DEA
- Titas

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See the previous parts for a better understanding. Warning: some
sex in the story.
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"Hmmmm… let me see," said the doctor to whom I went the same
day. "The jaw is broken in two places, the cheekbone too… four
missing teeth, pardon, five… I see you've had some quality time
with a damn big girl…"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Or a boy?” he grinned. ”A broken jaw, teeth missing, some
bruises… stay calm, I see such things several times per month.
Quite a routine. Luckily we don't live in the twentieth century any
more. We'll straighten them, fix them, and a few minutes in a gel
dilution will glue it in such a way that cannibals making cups from
skulls would hardly notice anything."

He took gloves and after a local anesthesia, he fixed the broken
bones into the right positions. His assistant began to spray my
face with a kind of foam.

"This foam will penetrate your skin and knit the bones completely.
After you wake up, everything will be OK. OK?" he repeated.

"OK..." I murmured and slowly sunk into unconsciousness.

….

"Hey! Are you awake?"

I opened my eyes slowly.

"How do you feel? Everything OK?" the voice insisted.

"Yea," I responded. The pain, surprisingly, was gone; I couldn't
feel my face at all. God, I felt dizzy like after a few bottles of
whiskey.

"Looks fine, tomorrow you won't recognize that something
happened." I finally saw the doctor and sat up.

"It's OK. You can leave now, if you want," he went on, "and the
next time don't act as a chair for somebody whose ass should be
at horse races."

"Doc…," I started, tired like I had been working hard all day, "it
was… an accident…"

"Always it's an accident," he shrugged, "or do you know any slave
with an inch of negative will? He would be the champion…"

"A champion?"

"I mean the fights in the arena, of course. In the coliseum. My
head’s full of that. You are going there, aren't you?"

"Well, I've been here for a couple of days. I mean here on the
planet… so, in fact, I've no idea about it at all."

"What?! You don't know about it?! The greatest fights of the year
are taking place in the next month. For the title of World
Champion. It's for slaves, of course, no human can face a Git, you
know, personally," he added and giggled. "Ultimate fights, two
slaves against each other, KO or death. Really fun…"

"Massacres?"

"Not many. They are damn sturdy and damn stupid. They've got
no sense of fighting. All of them are almost of the same brutal size
and immense strength and the one who learns more than zero
fighting skills is usually the winner. Well, the trainers can show off
their work, at least…"

"So, you mean anybody can enroll a slave for the match?"

"Sure. Every free man... Even female gits… If you want to pay her
back for your teeth," he grinned, "enroll her. Mr. Johnson, the
mayor of the City, takes the applications."

"OK. Thanks for your care and a good tip," I got up with difficulty
and gave him my hand. "Goodbye."

"Bye. And remember: never put anything ten times heavier than
you onto your head."

"Yea, that's a good idea," I smiled bitterly and left.

I spent all the way home thinking of whether to get rid of Venus.

…

… 'Probably yes,' I finally made the decision the next morning. I
turned round on my bed and froze with shock.

Venus was sitting in a big armchair against me and she had been
looking at me calmly all the time.

'I only hope she can't read my thoughts!' I thought immediately.

"I came to apologize for yesterday," she smiled softly and got up,
"but as I see, you look like nothing has happened."

"Venus," I started.

"As I said," she continued without listening to me, "I'm sorry.
Though I'm a sadistic bitch, dwarfs like you don't make me horny
much. Yea, I go through a few of them every week, but they are
almost all accidents while simply toying with them. Nothing bad or
evil, you know. I simply need to feel a proper log between my
legs.”

”So in fact, it's your fault," she laughed, "it was nice with you, but if
you weren't my master, nothing would be left of you. Nothing at all.
Well, never mind, you're OK and I'm your executioner, that's the
bargain. I better let you be, we simply don't fit. I'm glad for the job
but making love… sooner or later, I would simply crush you into a
pulp and I don't like being hunted through the woods again and I
think you’ve the same opinion on that. So, I've brought you
somebody else instead of me, for a little compensation."

I nervously gulped in a sinister premonition. "Who?"

"My friend. Titas." She laughed when she saw my horror. "She's
an incredibly gentle, well, naive being. And she really LOVES
small people. A bit of a nympho, she's got 4 - 5 people or groups
of people per day, but on the other hand, training makes the
master. Well, sure, there've been some accidents, but she's a real
angel compared to me. Very gentle!"

"Titas," I whispered almost desperately.

"Well, we sometimes call her "Tit-ass", since she's got the biggest
tits and ass on the whole farm, but otherwise, she's really cute.
She's been waiting outside, can I call her?"

I nodded resignedly and Venus went out for her friend. The girl
wasn't nearly as muscular as Venus, but at least a foot taller!

"Hi," she greeted me coyly and tried to make a curtsy.

"Tit-ass" was a more than suitable name. Venus was right, I hadn't
ever seen such melons, not even on the farm. People on Earth
compare big tits to melons or balls, but there wasn’t a thing which
could be comparable to these – maybe some huge inflating
beachballs could barely come close.

But they definitely weren't flaccid bags. On the contrary, they were
full, round and firm, smoothly coming into several inch thick plates
of chest muscles and huge, more than basketball-sized shoulders,
showing her origin.

Vast thighs converged into an impossibly gigantic, firm ass and
then into a thin (relatively, of course) waist with boulders of
abdominals.

She was neither symmetric nor beautiful like Nema nor brutally
muscled like Venus, she was simply reduced to a walking butt and
boobs. Everything else seemed to be strong and huge just to be
able to carry them out. Her muscles were huge, of course, but not
so painfully brutally - something like between the best male
bodybuilders and weightlifter on Earth. Sure, on a bit different
scale…

She was one of the few Gits with at least some fat on her, but
each step gave clearly away, what and in which amount hid under
her skin, and nobody would have dared call her "fat."

A sex-machine.

"Hi," I finally managed to reply.
"I'm Titas, sir," she introduced herself.

Venus smiled a bit mockingly at me and was about to leave.

"Venus?" I stopped her.
"Yes, sir?"
"Have you heard of The Warrior Championship?"
"Do you mean the games in the coliseum?"
"Yes. I enrolled you."

She stopped and a broad smile appeared on her face. She seized
me gently around my chest with her palms and lifted me off the
ground. Then she kissed me passionately yet gently.

"Thank you. I swear, I won't cause you any shame."

She carefully put me down and left full of impatient desire to fight.

‘We'll see, bitch... you’ll pay for my teeth as well as for this
”friend”...’ I thought.

I turned back to Titas.

She stood just at the entrance, a huge, over 10 feet tall giantess, a
few meters from me. I didn't dare get closer, a natural respect for
somebody, whom I reached barely to her genitals, hadn't totally
disappeared yet.

But the desire was stronger.

"Nice breasts," I stated and immediately realized that it wasn't the
brightest way to start our conversation.

"Do you like them?" Titas asked.

"Mhhhh… nice…" I felt like a freshman during the first date.
'Damn! I want to squeeze them hard!'

She scooped them delightfully with her large palms and stepped
forward to me. Three steps and the feeling of a safe distance
disappeared at once.

"I like boys like you and I love making love with them," she claimed
without any shyness. How simple!

"Do they survive sometimes?"

"Mhhh... yes. Sure. I'm gentle. Very gentle."

"And what about your body?"

"My body?" she looked a bit disappointed, "what's with it? You’ve
said you liked it, haven’t you?"

"Yea, yea… Maybe you're too big for me… see, I'm a small guy
and you… how much do you exactly weight?" I still couldn't
imagine surviving sex with such a giantess. She was simply too
much.

"Well, slightly over a ton. I don't diet, you know," she smiled
spontaneously.

"Look, Titas… Could I see you mating with somebody else first," I
finally managed to say.

"With somebody else?" she asked me, a bit surprised and
touched.

"Yes," I gulped. It was impossible not to look at her impossibly
thick nipples which had just started getting erect.

She caught me staring at her breasts and made the last step. She
was three inches from me now. Something like a strong
aphrodisiac loomed and my legs almost buckled. I stood there
petrified, like a statue, unable to move and staring at her cunt,
covered only with a thin fabric. A strong, heavenly smell blinded
my mind and as I was losing my fear I more and more wanted to
bury my tongue in her.

Her large palm began to stroke my hair lightly and pulled me
gently just a couple of centimeters from it. I could already see her
clit and pussy lips growing under the thin fabric, forming big,
swollen bulges.

I lifted my arms and grasped her panties at her hips. I had to use
all my strength to pull it down; I simply hung on it and using all my
weight, it finally slid down. There was a huge cunt under it,
delicately pink, swollen and wet, the drops of the arousing nostrum
were falling to the ground.

I looked at her, wordlessly asking for her permission to worship it,
but, over her huge melons, I couldn't see her face at all. But her
palm pulled me gently even closer. I took it as her approval and
dug my face into her horny labia. She moaned softly.

I ran over it with my tongue several times and then I put her clit
into my mouth. It was huge, almost as big as my fist.

"Mhhhmmm… " I sucked it and began to massage her muscular
thighs.

"Ahhhhh…." her moaning got louder, still stroking my head. Then
she slowly bent down, pushing me gently aside and took her
panties off completely.

Our visions met again. She smiled, took my hand and led me to
the bed. She sat down and for the first time, I had a chance to
touch her gigantic tits.

"God, they are…"

"Already brave enough?" she smiled. Then she grasped me
around my chest with her huge palms, lay down and laid me on
her gigantic chest. "Now you can play with them, sir."

I didn't need any other permission and I started to kiss and lick
them frantically. They were pretty firm and hot, covered by velvety
smooth skin. Her nipples jutted out like two cola cans, big and so
dense.

I rubbed my whole body along her monstrous tits like I was in a
trance. My palms embraced her every curve, my face buried deep
in the Heaven of her cleavage. Then I sank in her completely. With
all my strength, I pushed her melons apart to get deeper and
deeper. Titas realized my desire and helped me, drawing them
apart. Then she let them go back and, not tensing her muscles at
all, they closed behind me, engulfing me in their trap completely.

A wonderful, exciting smell, heat and softness all around. A strong,
but not a painful pressure, dark and impossible to breath. I began
to crawl out. It wasn't easy, even with her help. If she had wanted,
I'd have suffocated.

I got to daylight again. I was red, trembling with arousal and lack of
air.

"I see you really like it, sir," she smiled tenderly, "what about some
cute cuddle between them, a kind of titfuck, with your body."

I knelt on her muscular stomach. "Hang on a sec," I moaned and
began to jack off my swollen prick like never before. I made it in 10
seconds.

"Aaaah," I moaned and drops of my cum landed on her dark,
goddess-like breasts like pearls. I slumped down between her
huge pillows, totally exhausted. "Fuck me," I whispered.

She rolled over to her side and turned me on my back. She knelt,
straddled me and put me between her huge thighs. God! They
were five times thicker than my entire body! Then she began to sit
down on me, a colossal monster and an ant, watching my fear with
a smile.

"Just a question, darling," she asked with an innocent smile, "do
you want to survive it?"
"I'd better."
"Joking only."

She sank down, touching her soles with her ass, but she was still
a foot over me.

"Scared?"
"No," I denied bravely, "go on, I want to feel you hard!"
She grinned, "You will, sir."

She slowly put her feet apart, sinking down even more. Her huge
pussy swallowed my cock like a tiny sweet and its lips touched my
crotch.

"Uaahh," I moaned when she tensed her muscles and her cunt
squeezed tight around my cock. Tensed and relaxed, tensed and
relaxed… she played with it, every time harder, her powerful
vagina swelling like a boulder. She had more muscle in it than I
had in my entire arm.

"Goooddd…!" I groaned with delight when she nearly crushed my
penis into a pulp, "you are killing me, baby!"

She roared like an animal and applied her whole weight on me,
sitting on my thighs. Well, not nearly all her weight, she would
have crushed me flat, but it was a damn good feeling. I was
completely pinned down, no way to crawl away. A bit of pain but
the pleasure was still predominating.

The feeling was intoxicating. "Milk me. Milk my cock, slave!" I
roared, "Go on, you bitch! Harder!!"

She smiled, tensed her cunt around my prick really hard and lifted
herself up, lifting me up with her, holding me just with her cunt!
I watched in awe how her both immense thighs, surrounding me
completely, bulged simultaneously, huge tree trunks. They barely
felt my weight, insensitive and unstoppable like a power shovel.

Then she sat down quickly, mashing me into the soft mattress.
The bed cracked and collapsed, but she went on. Up and down,
up and down… just a few inches every time but I felt like I was
being reduced to a toy, to a dildo she used to satisfy herself.

Then I came again.

She instinctively stopped and looked at me over her vast melons.

"Great!" I praised her, massaging her impossible things.
"Thank you, sir."
"Lie down on me, I want to smother under your huge monsters."
”Oops... sorry, sir?”
”Don’t take everything so literally and do it,” I smiled in a wild
anticipation.

She smiled with understanding, put her large palms along my body
and carefully lowered herself, like doing a push-up.

”Smother me,” I whispered again.
"I'll do it, sir." She did...

Her incredible body slowly sank onto mine, her heavy vast melons
pressed onto my head. She was very gentle and careful, but it still
felt like someone had put a heavy leather couch upside-down on
me.

She didn't flex them at all, of course, but her mass itself was so
sheer that moving these hundreds of pounds apart was nearly too
much for me. If she had tensed them just a bit, it would have been
like a nutcracker...

Slowly, inch by inch, she let my head wedge between her
mammoth boobs, showing her well-trained body control. My head
completely disappeared between them, like between huge tons of
firm pillows. They began to press onto my chest, compressing my
entire torso like toothpaste in a vice.

It was an incredible feeling of complete submission to this
naughty, dumb giantess. I frantically massaged her unparalleled
breasts and her whole goddess-like body from underneath, slowly
sinking into a sweet oblivation.

She must have enjoyed it, because when my natural instincts took
over at the very end and I began futilely fighting for air, kicking all
around and beating her, she nastily swung her boobs a bit,
causing a literal earthquake for me. I moved a few times more and
then my world blanked out. She must have known well the impact
of it for such a tiny toy like me, since she stopped just when I
fainted.

...

I couldn’t say what happened than. I awoke when I felt water
around me. I looked around in panic – I stood in the pool; well, to
be more explicit, Titas stood in the pool and cradled me in her
powerful arms like a baby.

When she saw me awake, she smiled, leaned over and kissed me
gently on my forehead. She smiled again and carefully laid me on
the tiles.

”You like weird things, sir, but it was a great honor for me to serve
you,” she smiled a final time, ”I'd be delighted to meet again.”

”OK,” I gasped, feeling like I had been flattened by a steamroller,
”maybe a short massage would be nice.”


end of part 4
to be continued

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