MY BOSS, THE AMAZONS AND ME
Part One
Nana and Cindi
I'd been working in the headquarters accounting department
of a large, privately owned company for about a year, since my
graduation from college, when a woman named Nana Jacobson was
brought in from one of the field offices to manage the depart-
ment. She was one of the biggest and most imposing and forceful
females I had ever met. An extremely attractive divorcee in her
mid-forties with a big boned, solid, shapely build, at 6'3" she
literally dwarfed my 5'2", 120 lb. frame, particularly in the 5"
high heels she invariably wore. Even worse, she was an acknow-
ledged health nut who worked out almost every evening at a local
gym. For some reason she developed a liking for me, and within a
couple of months after taking over the department began pushing
me to join her gym as well. Since I've never been particularly
athletic, I resisted her overtures until finally one Friday
afternoon she bet me that, not only was she at least twice as
strong as I, but that even her fifteen year old daughter could
overpower me at will, and invited me to her home the following
day for lunch so she could prove it, advising me to bring my
swimming suit ready for a dip in her back yard pool.
I had never met her daughter or been to her home, and Nana's
sheer size was more than enough to give me pause, but she was my
boss, and I really didn't feel I had much choice. So at noon the
next day I showed up at her large, stately home, which was se-
cluded on the edge of town on a huge, wooded lot. She met me at
the front door wearing a robe and looming almost a foot and a
half above me in elevated platform sandals. After conducting me
through the house to a powder room, she suggested I change so I
could join her and her daughter, Cindi, at their back yard pool.
I did so and emerged to find her, still wearing her robe, relaxing
in a lounge chair with a plate of sandwiches and a pitcher of
iced tea. Treading water at the edge of the Olympic size swimming
pool was her daughter, a startlingly beautiful young blonde
whose lightly tanned complexion was in sharp contrast to her
mother's dark skin and glossy, jet-black hair.
As I approached the pool, I noticed several items of gymnas-
tic and weight lifting equipment around the yard, including a set
of parallel bars, a balance beam and a high, triangular, tubular
structure similar to, but much larger than, a child's swing set
with two sets of giant rings and a trapeze suspended from the
cross bar, a weight bench and a number of heavy looking weights
laying on a thick mat near the weight bench. But it was the
tubular structure which caught my attention; the rings and
trapeze hung at least seven feet off the ground, and triangular
sheets of what appeared to be solid steel were bolted to its
sides, on which two short, thick, rather ominous looking hooks
were fastened about six feet or so from the ground.
I was about to ask about that strange device, but Nana
introduced me to Cindi and suggested that we have lunch before
our contest of strength began. "But, on second thought," she
added mischievously to me, "before we eat it's only fair that you
see what you're up against. Show Mr. Bixley, Cindi!"
Cindi obligingly heaved herself up out of the pool, and as
she rose to her full height, my jaw dropped in amazement and
dismay. Wearing only a tiny bikini, Cindi was a veritable
giantess, over a foot and a half taller than I in her bare feet,
with incredibly broad shoulders and a powerful, yet shapely, body
that was a symphony of massive, feminine muscularity.
"I neglected to tell you, Roger," Nana chuckled as her
beautiful, Amazonian daughter approached me, "Cindi's been lift-
ing weights since she was seven, and she's been taking special
hormones to increase her growth and muscle density. Would you
believe she's 6'8" tall and weighs 245 lbs. stripped, and is
still growing? Why don't you give Roger a little demonstration,
dear?"
Cindi was now standing directly in front of me, towering
over me like some female titan out of ancient mythology, my eyes
well below the small, firm breasts that strained against her tiny
bikini. "Sure, Mom," she replied softly, smiling down at me.
"And you were right. He is real cute."
With that, she inhaled, swelling her wide chest into a
massive "V" and expanding her lats until they extended out at
least 4" on either side of her chest. Slowly she raised both
arms above my head to flex softball size biceps that would have
put every male bodybuilder I'd ever seen to shame. Her upper
arms and forearms were huge, bigger by far than my thighs. At
the same time she tensed the stomach muscles of an incredibly
narrow waist into a rippling washboard and bulged the powerful
muscles of her thighs until they seemed bigger around than my
chest. Raising herself on tiptoes, she flexed huge calf muscles,
and then turned to reveal a back that was a mass of powerful,
deeply striated muscularity from her traps to her waist and
swelled and rippled in a sensuous dance as she moved her broad
shoulders forward and backward. Turning again to face me, she
went into a muscle posing routine that lasted for over a minute
before she relaxed, gazing with unconcealed amusement, down at
me.
"Well, Mr. Bixley," she smiled, tongue in cheek, "what do
you think? Do you think you can match my strength? After all, I
am only 15 years old."
My mouth and throat were suddenly very dry as, gaping up at
her in astonishment, I suddenly realized what I'd gotten myself
into. Almost involuntarily I took a step backward and into Nana,
who had risen from her lounge to stand behind me. Sandwiched
between these two giant Amazons, I began to feel more like a
small child than a grown man. When Nana suggested that Cindi
give me a little arm wrestling demonstration before lunch, her
daughter laughed, "Gee, Mom, do you think that's fair? His
little forearms are so much shorter than mine, I'd have to spot
him a big advantage in leverage!"
"I think Mr. Bixley will need all the help he can get,
dear," Nana smiled.
The idea of trying to arm wrestle with a 15 year old girl
who towered more than a foot and a half above me and was well
over twice my weight in solid muscle was definitely not one I
relished, but when I tried to demur, Nana looked down at me
severely. "Now, Roger," she admonished me in a tone of voice
that made it clear it was my boss speaking, "don't be difficult.
After all, this is the reason I invited you here!"
If I had any notion of arguing with her, Cindi settled the
issue. "C'mon, Mr. Bixley, it'll be fun!" she chirped, and
before I realized what was happening she had wrapped a single
hand completely around my upper arm, lifted me effortlessly to my
toes and was guiding me to a small picnic table several feet
away. She sat me down on a bench on one side and then seated
herself on the other with her back to her mother and reached over
with her right hand to firmly grip mine and lift my forearm to a
vertical position on the table. She had been right. As my small
hand all but disappeared into her much larger one, I saw that her
massive forearm was so much longer than mine that she had to hold
it at almost a forty-five degree angle to grip my hand, giving me
a significant leverage advantage.
Despite that advantage, it was obvious that the only chance
I had of coping with this teenage musclegiantess was to take her
by surprise. As she looked back at her mother and called, "Tell
us when to start, Mom!" I suddenly threw all my weight and
strength against her powerful arm in an attempt to force it down
to the table.
Her arm didn't budge. Even more humiliating, as far as I
could tell it remained completely relaxed; not a single muscle so
much as tensed!
"I think Mr. Bixley already has, dear," Nana chuckled.
Cindi looked back at me in surprise, whether genuine or
feigned I couldn't tell. I was straining against her arm, my
face twisted in the agony of the effort. "Why, shame on you, Mr.
Bixley!" she exclaimed. "You tried to cheat!" Then, with a
surge of power that, to me, was irresistible, yet still with no
discernable flexing of the muscles of her arm, she gently forced
my forearm backward and down on the table and held it there for
several seconds while she looked down at me reproachfully.
I was stunned. As I sat there, my upper body arched to one
side by the pressure on my arm and shoulder, I could only gape up
at her in openmouthed astonishment at the ease with which I had
been so completely overpowered by this beautiful, teenage Amazon!
But there was more to come.
"It wasn't very nice of you to try to cheat like that, Mr.
Bixley," she told me solemnly, but there was a glint of amusement
in her eyes. "I think I'm going to have to teach you a little
lesson!"
Releasing my hand, she stood up and came around to my side
of the table and, as I was sitting up, reached down to grasp both
my arms at the elbows and pin them tightly to my sides. For the
first time I realized fully how big her hands were, for her long
thumb and fingers actually extended around my arms to press
painfully into the sides of my back and stomach!
Then, with no more effort than if I was a bag of laundry,
she lifted me bodily off the bench and held me out at arm's
length in front of her!
I gasped and tried to struggle against her, but I was help-
less. My eyes were several inches below hers, and my feet had to
be dangling over a foot above the concrete patio as I writhed
impotently in the grip of her big hands. I opened my mouth to
protest, but suddenly I was having difficulty breathing, and I
realized that she was gradually increasing the pressure on my
body. I felt my elbows being crushed against my sides, numbing
my arms, and the air being expelled from my lungs, and there was
a roaring in my ears. I tried to scream, but no sound came, and,
as I stared at her, bugeyed, her lovely face began to blur.
From a distance, seemingly miles away, I heard Nana's calm
voice. "I think you're holding him too tightly, dear," she said.
Vaguely I heard Cindi reply, "I'm not hurting him, Mom.
Just teaching him not to cheat," and then the pressure on my body
was relaxed, and I felt myself being lowered back onto the bench.
Her hands left my body, and I collapsed forward on the table,
choking and gulping great gobs of precious air into my tortured
lungs, my numbed arms hanging uselessly at my sides.
"Really, Cindi," Nana replied, "you should remember that Mr.
Bixley's our guest and be more gentle with him. He's really a
very nice, little man, and you sometimes forget how strong you
are." I looked up to see her leaning over me, a look of genuine
concern on her face, a glass of iced tea in her hand. "Are you
all right, Roger?" she asked me.
I took several deep breaths as feeling returned to my arms
and the pain in my sides subsided. "I--I think so," I mumbled,
"now that I can breathe again!"
"Here, drink this. You'll feel better in a moment." Nana
put the iced tea on the table, and, with a trembling hand, I took
a sip. The cool liquid sliding down my throat helped. I turned
to look up at Cindi.
"My God, young lady, how strong are you?" I asked in wonder.
"I thought you were going to kill me!"
"That, Roger, is what you're here to find out," Nana inter-
jected.
I choked again and was about to retort, "No way!", but Cindi
grinned, flexed a massive bicep and cut me off. "Actually, Mr.
Bixley, I'm almost as strong as Mom," she told me. "I'm already
bigger than she is, and in a couple more years I'll probably be
even stronger, maybe even bigger and stronger than Alanna.
Right, Mom?"
"That's right, dear," Nana said proudly.
"I-I'll take your word for it!" The admission that my boss
was even stronger than her teenage, musclegiantess daughter left
a clammy feeling in my stomach. I had no idea who Alanna was and
cared less. All I wanted was to get out of there in one piece,
as far away from these two Amazons as possible! "Nana," I said
earnestly, "I agree! You've convinced me I'm no match for your
daughter, and that I should start working out. Now, if you don't
mind, I think I'd better be going..."
Nana laughed. "Nonsense, Roger! We haven't had lunch yet,
and you haven't even begun to test Cindi's strength. She has a
lot more to show you, don't you, dear?" Cindi nodded eagerly,
and Nana added, "Of course, you'll have to be more careful with
Mr. Bixley, dear. After all, we don't want him to feel uncom-
fortable!"
Under other circumstances, I'd have laughed myself. Here I
was, a grown man, supposedly a member of the stronger sex, in the
company of two towering, Amazonian women--one a mere, fifteen
year old girl!--either of whom was capable of, and apparently
enjoyed, overpowering me with no more effort than if I were a
baby, and they didn't want me to feel uncomfortable?!?
I shook my head, stood up and held up both hands defensively,
"Really, Nana," I began, but she cut me off.
"Roger, I'll make a bargain with you," she offered. "And I
promise, this won't hurt you at all. Cindi will hold out her
right hand in front of her at arm's length, and you're to try to
pull it down. You can do anything you wish, even hang on it if
you want to, and if you can pull her hand down, even as much as
an inch, you can leave if you still want to, and I promise I
won't hold it against you, either here or at the office.
Agreed?"
My mind raced, looking for a catch. It sounded too easy,
even for someone as big and strong as Cindi. I looked up at Nana
suspiciously. "And if I can't?"
Nana gave me a dazzling smile. "Why, we'll all have a nice
lunch and spend a wonderful afternoon together," she replied, and
then her face became suddenly almost coy. "Furthermore," she
added, "if that happens, I'll make you another bet."
"Oh? Which is?"
She stepped in front of me and, looming over me, reached
down to slip a forefinger under my chin and tilt my head back,
forcing me to look up at her. "That by the time the day is over
and it's time for you to leave," she said softly, "you won't want
to."
I gulped, but recognized that, under the circumstances, I
had no choice. I had too good a career going where I was, and
the job market was lousy. I couldn't risk offending my boss;
even though what was happening here was pretty close to, if not
over the line of, sexual harassment, I knew that a potential
lawsuit was no substitute for a steady paycheck, particularly in
this economy.
"Okay," I sighed. "You win."
"Mom always does!" Cindi laughed, and, as Nana moved aside,
stepped in front of me and stretched out her powerfully muscled
right arm, palm up, well over the top of my head.
"Perhaps you should sit down, dear," her mother suggested.
"Then Mr. Bixley wouldn't have to reach up quite so high. After
all, we want to make this contest as fair as possible."
"Good idea, Mom," Cindi chirped. With her right arm still
outstretched, she moved back to seat herself on the edge of the
picnic table and spread her massive, shapely legs to give me room
to stand between them.
That brought her arm down to eye level for me. Feeling a
little foolish, I reached up and put my right hand over her much
bigger one, and with a sudden heave, pulled down on her hand with
all my strength. I saw her massive arm muscles flex slightly,
but her hand didn't move a centimeter. I gathered myself and
tried again, with no more success than before. It was like
trying to bend the arm of a bronze statue. I couldn't budge her.
Cindi grinned down at me with unconcealed amusement. "Maybe
you should use both hands, Mr. Bixley," she chuckled.
Sweating and puffing from the effort, I reached up and
grabbed her big wrist with my left hand. Again I pulled down
with both hands and all my strength, but with no more success
than before. I actually pulled myself up off the patio and was
dangling at the end of her powerful, immovable right arm! Even
worse, as I looked up at her lovely face, to my amazement and
consternation I saw that she was smiling placidly, with no sign
of any effort whatsoever! Shaking my head in disbelief, I
lowered myself back down to the patio and gave up.
"My God, Cindi," I heard myself mutter, "you're not human!"
The teenage Amazon laughed delightedly. "Of course I am,
Mr. Bixley!" she replied. "I'm just a whole lot stronger than
you are. Tell you what. Why don't I let you get a hammerlock on
my right arm, and we'll see if I can straighten it against the
strength of both your arms and the leverage you'll have with that
hold."
I stared at her, nonplused. "What's a hammerlock?" I asked.
She laughed again at my ignorance. "It's a wrestling hold,
Mr. Bixley. Here, I'll show you."
I backed away quickly. "Surely you don't expect me to try
to wrestle with you!" I gasped.
"Of course not, silly! I just want you to see how strong I
am! Here!" She cocked her right arm back toward her shoulder.
Then, before I could protest further, she reached out with her
free hand, took my left hand and, after positioning me outside
her now closed thighs, guided it up to place my palm, with my
thumb down, over her wrist. She then took my right arm slid it
around behind her forearm and over her relaxed, yet bulging,
bicep. "Now grab your left forearm with your right hand," she
instructed me. "See? That's a hammerlock."
Even seated on the table, her arm was too high for me to get
proper leverage, so, with a little giggle, she obligingly moved
to sit down on one of the benches. In this position her
shoulders were a couple of inches lower than mine, enabling me to
exert the maximum leverage possible with the hold.
"Same bet, right, Mom?" she asked.
"Of course, dear," Nana replied with a smile.
"Okay, Mr. Bixley," Cindi told me, "put all the pressure you
can on my arm.
I did so, lunging forward and putting all my weight and
strength against her in an effort to force her forearm further
back. I felt her massive bicep flex slightly against my arm,
and, again, it was like trying to move a statue; I couldn't budge
her. After several moments of futile straining, to my abject
amazement, she slowly and effortlessly straightened her arm,
easily overpowering the combined strength of both my arms and the
leverage of the hammerlock and forcing me back a step. I was
about to give up when she casually bent her arm back to her
shoulder again, and I immediately reapplied the pressure of the
hammerlock only to have her grin at me and straighten her arm a
second time, repeating the maneuver several times to show me how
helpless I was against her strength. Then, without warning,
after straightening her arm a final time she rose to her full
height and raised her arm until it was even with her broad
shoulders, lifting me bodily off the ground and leaving me
hanging from her arm, my feet a over a foot above the concrete
patio. I had no choice but to release my hold and lower myself
to the ground.
"I'd say off hand that was no contest," Nana chuckled.
"Looks like you're ours for the rest of the day, Roger."
Cindi looked down at me and laughed delightedly. "That's
great, Mom!" she exclaimed. "He's so little and cute I was
really hoping we could keep him! Can I have him to play with?"
I choked at that. But Nana smiled and replied, "Not just
yet, dear. Let's have lunch first. Mr. Bixley's been working so
hard the poor man must be starving, and we really should feed
him." She thought for a moment. "On the other hand, if you
really want to play with him, you COULD entertain him for a few
minutes while I go fetch our special chair for him."
Entertain me? Special chair?
I didn't have a chance to ponder the question, for, as Nana
rose to go into the house, Cindi grinned delightedly, bent down
and swept me up off my feet and into her powerful arms, pinning
my arms to my sides and my legs together and cradling my small
body against her massive chest as though I were a child. I
gasped and tried to struggle, writhing and twisting with all my
strength, but she literally ignored my efforts and carried me
over to one of the chairs next to the luncheon table. Sitting
down, she placed me securely on her lap, tucked my head against
her broad shoulder and smiled sweetly down at me.
"Cindi, please!" I begged. "Let me go, please! This is
crazy! I'm a grown man, and you're only fifteen years old!"
She giggled. "Mom says I'm very mature for my age," she
murmured. "Don't you think so, too? Besides, I love to play
with grown men, 'specially cute, little, itty bitty fellas like
you!"
"What--what're you going to do?" I quavered.
"Mmmmm! This, for starters!" And she bent her head over
mine and, forcing my head back, firmly captured my open mouth
with hers. I squealed and tried to twist away, but she had my
shoulder pressed against my cheek, and I couldn't move my head.
I couldn't even close my mouth against the pressure of her kiss.
I was completely helpless! Then, to my consternation, as her
tongue explored the inside of my mouth at will, I felt her lift
me slightly off her lap and the arm which had been pinning my
legs together slide up and around my buttocks to my back. I felt
her grasp the back of my swimming trunks and gently slide them
down over my buttocks and legs to just below my knees. I
squealed again in protest into her open mouth and tried to twist
away from her, but my legs were restricted by the swimming trunks
as she moved her powerfully muscled arm from around my thighs to
force a huge hand between them and firmly, but gently, encompass
my crotch.
Never before in my life had I felt so defenseless and ex-
posed as I did in the arms of this fifteen year old musclegian-
tess. As her open mouth continued to press down on mine and her
strong fingers manipulated and massaged me intimately, I realized
fully for the first time the extent of her power over me, that
she was easily capable of doing whatever she wished with my
helpless body, even arousing me sexually against my will! For,
to my horror and disbelief and despite my efforts to prevent it,
pangs of desire were beginning to flood my loins in response to
her intimate caresses, and my penis was stiffening into a throbbing erection.
My God! Was this beautiful, teenage Amazon going to masturbate me?
At that moment I heard Nana's voice from behind us, and I
almost fainted with relief. "Now, Cindi, what are you doing with
Mr. Bixley?"
Cindi released my mouth and her grasp on my privates and
looked back at her mother. "Entertaining him, like you said,
Mom," she replied. "And he really seems to like what I'm doing
to him."
I was able to stretch up and peer back at Nana over Cindi's
broad shoulder, and my sense of relief was suddenly short lived
at the sight of her. Still wearing her robe, she was carrying a
strange looking, flesh colored harness of a heavy, plastic-like
material in one hand and, in the other, an oversized, wooden high
chair! Only then did I realize what she'd meant when she said
they were going to "feed me"!
My stomach did a flip-flop, and my budding erection col-
lapsed. "Nana!" I babbled. "What in God's name..."
"Shush, Roger!" Nana admonished me, setting down the high
chair and putting a finger to my lips. "If you're going to act
like a little baby we're just going to have to treat you like
one." She reached down and pulled my swimming trunks all the way
off and said to Cindi, "Hold him up here, dear, so I can get him
properly suited up."
Cindi obligingly slid her huge hands under my armpits, rose
to her feet and held me out at arm's length with my back to her
mother and my feet dangling over a foot above the patio, giggling
at my nakedness. I twisted my head around to look at Nana and
saw her untangling the harness, which now appeared to consist of
five separate assemblies of wide loops and straps with brass
rings and fasteners at various places on the loops and solid,
square, buckle-like devices at the ends of the longer straps.
She also held a screwdriver.
She placed a loop at one end of the largest assembly over my
head, a collar-like device which fitted around my shoulders, a
couple of inches away from my neck, with four, short straps
extending down either side of my chest and back to a long belt
which tightly encircled my chest just below my armpits. This
Nana fastened securely in the middle of my back, well out of my
reach. To this was attached another wide, heavy strap which went
down the middle of my back to a second belt which went around my
waist and was secured behind me. While I could reach the buckle
on this belt, the belt had been inserted through the buckle and
fastened in place with screws through holes in the leather, and I
realized that without the screwdriver I was helpless to remove it
or any of the others. Moreover, this belt had a small, but heavy
and rather ominous looking brass rilg on either side of my waist.
Moreover, the harness was almost the exact color of my skin and,
from a distance, would be almost invisible.
Definitely these devices were not the kind one could pick up
at a K-Mart!
I gave Nana another, pleading look. "Nana," I choked, "what
in God's name are you doing to me? Are you two into bondage or
something?"
I felt her give me a little pat on my derriere. "Of course
not, Roger. This arrangement will just make it a little easier
to handle you, that's all. Now be quiet ald stor wiggling
around, or I'll have Cindi spank you! You wouldn't want to be
spanked by a fifteen year old girl, would you?"
I shook my head in dismay. As if either of these two Ama-
zons needed any help in handling me! But I could only lapse into
woeful silence as Nana finished putting me into the harness.
From the belt around my waist, two narrow straps extended
down on either side of my hips, each connected to a narrow belt
which was similarly fastened around each of my upper thighs, just
under my crotch, and which contained a ring like the ones on the
belt around my waist. Next a separate assembly was wrapped
around each of my arms, consisting of two narrow belts connected
by a strap, just above my elbows and around my wrists. Both
belts had rings identical to those on the other belts on the
inside of my arms, and next to each was a small fastener similar
to the kind found on dog leashes, but much shorter. Their pur-
pose was obvious; with them my wrists could be easily and quickly
snapped together or the fasteners at my elbows and wrists secured
to the rings on the belts at my waist and thighs, effectively
immobilizing me, since each fastener was so short and placed in
such a way that I could only reach it with the opposite hand.
Finally, Nana wrapped a small, narrow belt around each of my
ankles, each with a set of rings and fasteners on the inner sur-
face of my ankle identical to the ones on my arms and a set of
rings on the front, above the top of my feet. Then, as Cindi
continued to hold me out in midair, she stepped back to admire
her handiwork.
"There!" she said. "I think our little Roger is just about
ready to be fed. Your arm's aren't getting tired, are they,
dear?"
Cindi laughed. "Heck, no, Mom," she replied. "He's so
little and light, I could hold him like this all day." Then, as
if to demonstrate her point, she shifted my weight to her left
hand and then quickly moved her right hand down from under my
armpit to again encompass my crotch, allowing my weight to rest
almost entirely on her single palm! I gaped at her in astonishment.
Nothing this teenage musclegiantess had done to me yet had
prepared me for this demonstration of her amazing strength, for
she was holding 120 lbs. of squirming manhood in the palm of her
right hand with no effort at all, not even a discernible flexing
of the biceps of her upper arm! Even the feeling of helplessness
I had experienced when she had held me on her lap and playfully
fondled my privates could not compare with the sense of utter
impotency I felt at that moment, as I realized that I was more
like a rag doll than a man to this towering, Amazonian beauty!
Even worse, despite my bondage, the pressure of her palm and
fingers around my manhood was sending little sensations of
budding desire through my loins, and there wasn't a damned thing
I could do to stop it!
Those feelings were not lost on Cindi. "I think he likes it
when I hold him this way," she giggled.
"Now, now, dear," Nana admonished her daughter, "there'll be
plenty of time for that kind of playing after we finish our
lunch." She quickly fastened the belts around my elbows and
wrists to the rings on the belts encircling my waist and thighs
and, kneeling, locked my ankles together. "I believe our little
Roger is ready to be put in his special chair," she said.
Grinning broadly, Cindi carried me to the oversized high
chair and, as Nana removed the tray, sat me in it, wedging my
body and arms between the arms of the chair. It was a tight, but
not overly uncomfortable, fit. After sliding the tray back in
place, Nana took a large, frilly bib that had been hanging from
the back of the chair and placed it around my neck. Then, as if
to demonstrate that her strength was at least equal to her
daughter's, she stooped, slid a single hand under the wooden seat
and, holding the back of the chair for balance, effortlessly
lifted both me and the chair off the patio and carried us to the
luncheon table.
Cindi had already unwrapped the sandwiches and put them on
plates, was munching one and cutting up another one into small
bites, obviously for me. Iced tea had been poured into two large
tumblers and a smaller, covered one with a swivel spout. As Nana
prepared to seat herself at the table next to me, Cindi put one
hand on her hip and the other to her chin and surveyed me with
open amusement.
"You know, Mom," she giggled, "he looks so adorable and cute
in that high chair with that bib around his neck, we really ought
to take some pictures of him."
"Of course, dear," Nana laughed. "I brought the Polaroid
and camcorder out this morning, all loaded and ready to shoot.
They're in the bag behind you."
Since her threat to have Cindi spank me, I had suffered
through the entire ordeal in silence, even though my stomach was
churning and my face red from the frustration and humiliation I
felt. I was even prepared to be fed like a baby without com-
plaint; frankly, I was hungry, and I felt I could use the time to
better advantage trying to think of ways out of this mess instead
of mouthing futile protests which were certain to be ignored.
But to have my embarrassing condition captured and preserved on
film and videotape was more than I could bear!
"Nana, for the love of God!" I begged. "Please don't take
pictures of me like this!"
She reached over and patted my cheek affectionately.
"There, there, my little pet, don't worry," she murmured.
"They'll be strictly for our own amusement--unless, of course,
you don't cooperate, in which case we might have to show them to
some people in the office..."
"Nana!" I choked.
She ignored me. "Why don't I have a quick bite while you
get set up, dear," she suggested to Cindi. "Then you can start
feeding him while I take the pictures. After all, if we have to
show them to the office, it certainly wouldn't do for me to be in
them!"
"Okay," Cindi chirped and removed a Polaroid, camcorder and
tripod from a small brown bag behind her. As her mother ate one
of the sandwiches and drank a glass of iced tea, she set up the
tripod, mounted the camcorder on it and focused the camcorder on
me. After ensuring that the Polaroid was loaded and ready to
shoot, she took a chair next to me on the opposite side from
Nana. "We're all set, Mom. All you have to do is turn the
camcorder on and hit 'record', then you can take the Polaroids
while it's running."
"Excellent, dear." As Cindi placed the plate with the cut
up sandwiches and the small, covered tumbler of iced tea on my
tray, Nana retrieved the Polaroid and turned it on. "Big smile
for the birdie, Roger," she ordered. I had no intention of
smiling or doing anything else to make this ordeal easier for
them, but Cindi had other ideas. She put one arm around my
shoulder and her cheek against mine and, flashing a wide grin in
the direction of the camera, reached around and under the tray
with her other hand to pry my thighs apart and begin to stroke
and fondle me intimately. I couldn't help myself. Within a few
moments pangs of desire were coursing through my lower body, and
I was writhing with mingled desire and humiliation! Nana immedi-
ately turned on the camcorder and started snapping pictures,
while Cindi began a dialogue for the videotape.
"This is my little boy friend, Roger Bixley," she chirped.
"Isn't he the most adorable, little thing you've ever seen? I've
invited him over for the day, and after I feed him his lunch I'm
going to take him in the pool and play with him. As you can see,
he just loves it when I play with him! And, even though he's a
grown man and I'm only fifteen years old, he also loves to cuddle
up on my lap and pretend he's a wee, little baby boy and I'm his
mommy, don't you, Roger?" Her huge hand on the back of my head
forced me to nod, and, in the throes of helpless lust flooding my
consciousness, I couldn't even try to resist! "Of course," she
continued, "I have to be careful with his soft, weak little body;
as you can see, the poor, little thing gets so turned on by big,
strong musclegirls he might lose control of himself and create a
sticky mess all over me! And then I'd have to spank him and
stand him in a corner like the naughty, little man he really is!
So I guess I'd better feed him. Is my little baby Roger ready to
have his great, big, fifteen year old mommy feed him?" Again I
was forced to nod.
For the next half hour I was subjected to the combined
indignities of having small pieces of sandwich spoonfed to me
like a toddler and being forced to sip iced tea from a baby's
tumbler while Cindi continued her prattling dialogue for the
camcorder and Nana snapped picture after picture with the Polar-
oid. Moreover, Cindi had discovered my ticklish areas, and,
reaching around behind the chair to delicately probe my sides and
ribs with her long nailed fingers, caused me to twist and laugh
and snort as though I were actually enjoying myself, all for the
benefit of posterity! Actually, I was almost ready to burst into
tears from the embarrassment and humiliation I felt, but, at
least, my hunger was being satisfied.
Finally, when I had consumed two full sandwiches and two
tumblers of iced tea in this manner, Cindi took several hairpins
from the luncheon table and pinned up her long, blonde hair.
Then she removed the dishes and tray and, standing between me and
the camera, unsnapped my arms and ankles so I could move freely
again. Before I could react, she removed my bib, slid a single
hand down between my back and the back of the high chair and
under my buttocks to firmly encompass my crotch again and, hold-
ing my left arm for balance, lifted me bodily out of the chair.
Holding me easily at arm's length with my feet dangling over a
foot off the patio, she turned to display my naked body to the
camcorder as Nana quickly snapped another picture.
"Little Roger just loves it when I hold him like this," she
cooed to the camcorder. "Don't you, little Roger? Just nod for
the camera!" A slight tightening of her grip on my testicles
told me I'd better nod vigorously, and I did so! "See?" she
laughed delightedly. "What did I tell you? Now, since he's been
such a good, little man and ate such a nice lunch, I'm gonna take
him into the pool and play with him. I'll bet you're REALLY
gonna like that, won't you, little Roger?" Again that imperceptible
tightening on my testicles, and again a hasty nod from me.
At that point Nana stopped the camcorder, and Cindi removed
her hand from my crotch to cradle me in her arms, but only long
enough to shift her grip to the juncture of the vertical strap
down my back and the belt around my waist. The next thing I knew
she was holding me out at arm's length again, this time suspend-
ed, face down, almost horizontally from the harness at the end of
her powerful right arm as she carried me to the edge of the pool
at the deep end and held my struggling body out over the water.
For once I was glad for my small size and light weight. The
pressure of the harness on my chest, waist and thighs was uncom-
fortable and, if I had weighed another thirty or forty pounds,
could have been downright painful! Nevertheless, being held
suspended over twenty feet of water was awfully scary, since I'd
never learned how to swim. I had little time to ponder my
dilemma, however, for, to my consternation, while still holding
me suspended above the water from her powerful right arm, Cindi
deftly reached back with her free hand and undid the straps of
her bikini top, and then the bottom, and let them drop to the
patio beside the pool. Despite my predicament, I couldn't help
but notice that her small, firm breasts did not sag so much as a
centimeter when released from their scanty support.
Nana had moved the camcorder and tripod to the shallow end
of the pool and back far enough that the field of view through
the lens could cover the entire pool. After snapping a Polaroid
shot of the now naked Cindi holding me over the water, she
stepped to the camcorder; the lens revolved as she was apparently
zooming in on my struggling figure, and the little red light came
on, indicating that the camcorder was again recording. At that
point, Cindi resumed her dialogue.
"Little Roger is obviously afraid I'm going to throw him in
the pool," she laughed, "and he's shaking like a scared, little
puppy! What's the matter, little Roger? Can't you swim? Well,
not to worry! Big, bad Cindi won't let you drown. Besides, I
have other things I want to do with you that are gonna be a lot
more fun!"
Still holding me out over the water, she sauntered back to
the shallow end of the pool, and I saw the lens revolve again as
Nana zoomed out of telephoto. At that point, Cindi stopped, and,
with a single, effortless sweep of her arm, flipped me up into
the air. My feet described an arc, bringing me face up, and she
released her grip on the harness and caught me as I came down,
cradled securely against her chest with her powerfully muscled
arms wrapped tightly around my chest, arms and legs. This time I
didn't even bother to struggle; I knew there was no way I could
escape from the embrace of this towering, teenage Amazon!
"My little, baby Roger REALLY loves it when I cuddle him
this way, don't you, little Roger?" she chortled for the benefit
of the camcorder, and then, before I could respond, bent her head
to again cover my open mouth with hers in a long, lingering kiss
while Nana snapped another Polaroid. Then she turned her back to
the camcorder and carried me out into the center of the pool
until the water was almost just above her breasts, well over my
head, and I was literally laying on my back with the water almost
covering my face and nose.
"Now, my little pet," she chuckled, "we're REALLY gonna have
some fun." Turning again to face the camcorder, she slid her arm
from around my chest until her hand was under the small of my
back and gripped both of my ankles for balance with her other
hand, and then effortlessly lifted me out of the water to hold
me, with her arm fully extended, high over her head. "Ta da!"
she called to the camcorder. "To the victor belongs the spoils,
and little Roger, here, is the spoils! Well, actually, folks, it
was really no contest, so I can't really call it a victory; I've
got a rag doll up in my bedroom I think could put up a better
fight than little Roger did when I decided to keep him! But he's
so much more fun to lift than all those ole two hundred pound
barbells downstairs, I just had to think up some excuse. Trouble
is, folks, he's too light to give me any real exercise! Gotta
think of a way to hang another hundred pounds or so on him, and
then he'd be just about right for a dozen or so one arm lifts!"
During this performance I could only be thankful that Cindi
was standing in well over five and a half feet of water; if she
had done this to me on the patio she'd have been holding me
almost ten feet off the ground! Nevertheless, having my naked
body held almost horizontally over four feet above the water was
bad enough, particularly when she began pirouetting around in the
pool, and I heaved a sigh of relief when she finally lowered me
back down into her arms again.
My relief, as usual, was short lived, for Cindi then turned
to face the camcorder. "The next question, folks," she chirped,
"is how high I can throw this little fella in the air and still
catch him on the way down! But to demonstrate that, I'm gonna
hafta double him up so his little arms and legs don't flap all
over the place when I toss him. Luckily, we have him fixed up to
make that job real easy. Sooooooo..."
"Now, wait a minute, Cindi..." I started to protest, but
she had already turned me so that my back was to her and then
reached out to grab both my legs just above the ankles and pull
them in under my buttocks, bending me almost double and forcing
the air from my lungs. I immediately strained against her, but
even the strength of my back and legs were no match for her
powerful arms as she quickly fastened my ankles together, then
each of my wrists to the rings on the front of my ankles so that
my arms were literally wrapped around the outside of my legs. My
elbows were then snapped to the rings on my waist belt, effec-
tively doubling my helpless body up into a reasonable facsimile
of a ball! I could only groan at the strain on my back as Cindi,
balancing my weight in the palm of her right hand, which all but
covered both my buttocks, began moving toward the camcorder until
the water was only up to her waist. At this point she was
holding me completely out of the water toward the camera with her
right hand under my buttocks holding my weight and her other hand
resting on my upper arm for balance.
"How 'bout that, folks?" Cindi laughed. "Who needs a beach
ball when we've got little Roger, here, to play with?" and, with
a rolling, upward sweep of her right arm, she heaved me straight
up into the air so that my doubled up body spun like a top. I
have no idea how high I went or how many times I spun around
before landing; I only know I had to close my eyes to keep from
getting sick, and that I came down, first to her big hand catch-
ing me under my buttocks and then into the water, only to be
lifted up again. I heard Cindi laugh gaily. "Gotcha, little
guy! I'd say that was a good ten feet in the air, wouldn't you,
folks? Let's see if I can do as well with the other hand!"
Not daring to open my eyes, I felt myself tossed into the
air again, this time in a short arc over her head to her left
hand, and then straight up a second time, spinning round and
round as before. I heard myself emit a whining moan in protest,
but that was the only sound I could manage. Cindi caught me with
her left hand in the center of my back before I hit the water and
was immediately flipped up again so she could shift her grip to
my buttocks. She obviously wasn't pleased with the effort.
"Darn!" she growled at the camcorder. "That wasn't quite as
high, and I didn't catch him on his cute, little backside like I
wanted to! Well, folks, I guess nobody's perfect, not even me!"
I heard Nana's voice in the distance and opened my eyes. "I
think you've tossed him around enough for now, dear," she said.
"Besides, our little Roger probably needs a rest. After all,
he's just had his lunch, and we wouldn't want him to lose it,
would we?"
"Guess you're right, Mom," Cindi agreed. "Too bad, though.
I was just getting warmed up. The camcorder off?"
"Of course."
"Okay. I'll bring him out in a minute."
She carried me back out to the deeper water until the water
reached to the nipples of her bare breasts, maneuvered me so that
my back was to her, and reached around me to free my hands,
ankles and elbows. Then, with her huge hands under my armpits,
she turned me to face her, holding me level with her breasts with
my nose barely above the surface of the water, my feet dangling
several inches above the bottom of the pool. "Tell you what,
little Roger," she grinned, her eyes dancing, "if you'll reach up
and put your arms around my neck and give me a great, big kiss,
I'll take you out of the pool without dunking you."
"Cindi, for God's sake..." I choked.
"Okay!" she chirped, and down under the water I went, just
far enough that my toes were barely brushing the floor of the
pool. Instinctively I tried to struggle against her, reaching
out to try to grab her shoulders--anything!--to pull myself up,
but she quickly held me out at arm's length, and my hands could
only reach her powerfully muscled upper arms. Just as I felt my
lungs were going to burst, she lifted my head out of the water
and buried my nose between her breasts again. "Ready to give me
that kiss, now?" she giggled as I gasped great gobs of precious
air through my mouth into my tortured lungs.
It was either that or another dunking. Reluctantly I
reached up and slipped my arms over her broad shoulders and
around her neck. Her hands tightened around my chest, and as I
raised my head she lifted me just enough that she could lean down
to engulf my open mouth with hers. I felt her one hand move down
my side to gently grip my buttocks and press my body against her
while her other slid up behind my back to cup the back of my
head, arching me backward as her tongue eagerly explored the
inside of my mouth at will. Then she was gently massaging my
buttocks and rubbing my lower body against her rock hard abdomen,
sending little thrills of pleasure shooting through me and bring-
ing my penis to life. I emitted a muffled squeal and tried to
push away from her, but she released my mouth just long enough to
whisper, "Does my little Roger want another dunking?" and I had
no choice but to surrender to her as she continued to playfully
kiss and fondle my helpless body until, despite my efforts to
contain myself, I was writhing with desire and sporting a raging
erection.
Suddenly I felt her hand leave my buttocks, slide behind my
knees and lift my legs to cradle me like a small child in her
arms, and she was carrying me, my open mouth still held captive
by hers, to the shallow end of the pool. Only when she was
standing knee deep in water with my naked body, complete with
throbbing erection, fully exposed in her arms did she release my
mouth and look up at her mother, who was standing behind the
camcorder several feet away. "Get all that, Mom?" she asked with
a grin.
"All of it!" Nana laughed. "And our little Roger really
looked like he was enjoying every minute of it! You should be
ashamed of yourself, Roger! Lusting after a fifteen year old
girl!" Then, as I gaped at her, openmouthed, with dismay, she
added with a grin, "Now, don't try to deny it! I have it all on
tape, from the time you put your arms around Cindi's neck until
she stopped kissing you just now! With that great, big hardon of
yours getting top billing!" Her grin widened. "I hope you
realize, Roger," she told me with mock severity, "that the age of
sexual consent for a girl in this state is sixteen. If you'd
gone any further with Cindi, I would have been forced to have you
charged with statutory rape!"
My heart sank. I knew I was doomed! I didn't have to see
the videotape to know Nana was right. It didn't matter that I
had been tricked, forced into this compromising situation. All
that mattered was that image, captured for all to see, of an
adult male, writhing and stiff with desire in the embrace of a
fifteen year old girl!
But Cindi was rubbing it in even more, or so it seemed,
making my humiliation complete. "Gee, I dunno, Mom," she mused,
still holding me captive in her powerful arms. "Would it be
statutory rape if a fifteen year old girl raped a grown man?"
My stomach wrenched, and I looked up at her in shock and
horror. Only then did I notice the huskiness in her voice, the
slight flush in her face, and that her small, firm breasts were
now hard against my side, as hard as those shining, beautiful
eyes that were boring into mine. She wasn't joking!
"I don't think it makes any difference, dear," Nana replied
calmly. "But if you're thinking of doing that with him, you'd
better get him properly prepared first."
I yanked my arms from around Cindi's neck. "Nana!" I almost
screamed. "My God, no! You can't let her--" My protest was cut
off as Cindi merely released my legs and, as they dropped down,
swung me down and around and tucked me securely, face down, under
her massively muscled right arm while clamping her big left hand
firmly over my nose and mouth. I thrashed about helplessly and
grabbed her wrist with both my small hands, pulling in vain
against the hand that covered almost half my face, but couldn't
budge it. All I could do was mouth muffled squeals of protest
into her big palm.
"Where is it, Mom?" Cindi asked as, ignoring my struggles,
she carried me quickly out of the pool and across the lawn.
"There are several in the camera bag, dear," Nana replied.
"However, if you want to keep him quiet while you're getting him
prepared, why don't you just hold him, and I'll put it on him?"
"Thanks, but I'd rather do it," I heard Cindi retort. "I'll
just hang him up while I strap it on him. We really ought to gag
him, though, with all the noise he's trying to make. Is the gag
in the bag, too?"
"Of course," Nana laughed. "Doesn't your mother always
think of everything? You hold him while I get it and put it on
him."
She crossed the yard to where the bag was lying and pulled
out two strange looking devices, one a solid, plastic cone to
which several heavy, elastic straps were attached and the other--
and I recoiled in abject horror at the sight of it--what appeared
to be a large, flexible, hollow dildo of soft plastic with two
straps and a small sack which was obviously designed to cover my
testicles! As Cindi continued to hold me helpless, tucked
securely under her single arm, Nana moved to stand in front of us
and bent down to hold the cone directly in front of my mouth.
"Now, Roger," she told me, smiling, "when Cindi takes her
hand away, I want you to open wide. If you do, this won't hurt a
bit; but if you don't, I'm going to have to force your mouth
open, and that WILL hurt. So be a good, little man and do as
Nana says so she won't have to hurt you."
Cindi removed her hand from my mouth. Instinctively I tried
to cry out, but before I could utter a sound Nana shoved the cone
into my open mouth, filling it and stifling my protest, and
simultaneously stretched the elastic straps over and around my
head to snap it firmly in place. As Nana stepped back I immedi-
ately gripped the elastic straps to try to pry them off my head.
Neither Nana nor Cindi made any effort to stop me, and, stunned,
I realized why. The elastic straps were too heavy and tight
around my head! I wasn't strong enough to remove them! I could
feel two narrow straps running up alongside my nose to join a
thicker one that extended from between my eyes over the top and
down the back of my head to join a second strap, wrapped around
my jaw, at the base of my skull. But neither of the narrow
straps were elastic, and I couldn't move either of them! To make
matters worse, the straps were so tight, and the cone filled my
mouth so completely, that I had to breathe through my nose to get
enough air! I felt tears start to form in my eyes from the
pressure of the straps on my head and the realization that, even
with both my hands free, I was powerless!
Chuckling at my impotence, Cindi took the dildo from her
mother and carried me, still tucked under one arm, to one side of
the large, triangular structure I had noticed earlier, and sud-
denly I understood what those ominous looking hooks on its trian-
gular, steel sides were for. Dropping the dildo momentarily, she
reached down with her free hand, gripped me under one armpit and
swung me up to hold me in front of her as she quickly transferred
her other hand from around my waist to again encompass my crotch.
Then, holding my weight almost entirely in the palm of her single
hand, she casually hung me up on the two hooks, supported by the
heavy harness strap which extended around my chest and back under
my armpits and the waist and thigh straps to which it was at-
tached, all of which were digging uncomfortably into my soft
flesh as I dangled helplessly from the hooks, my feet well over a
foot off the ground.
Quickly I glanced around for something to grasp to try to
haul myself up and off my perch, but there was nothing but smooth
steel within reach. I looked back at Cindi, who was standing
with her hands on her hips in front of me so close her breasts
were almost touching my chest, grinning broadly. My eyes, which
were now only a few inches below her own, must have shown the
mental agony and humiliation I felt, for she smiled and patted my
cheek affectionately. "Poor little Roger!" she murmured. "Hung
up to dry like yesterday's laundry! Now, if you'll promise to be
a good, little man and not make any more of those silly, yowling
noises, I'll take the gag out of your mouth. Besides," she
grinned lasciviously, "now that I have both hands free, I can
shut you up and turn you on at the same time. Okay?"
I nodded vigorously, and she reached behind my head with one
hand to easily stretch the two elastic straps--which I'd been
unable to budge with both of mine!--up over my head and remove
the cone from my mouth. I took in a deep, gasping breath through
my open mouth, but suddenly she had inclined her head and was
covering my mouth with her own and pressing my head back hard
against the steel plate in another long, lingering kiss. At the
same time, I felt one of her hands cup and massage my buttocks
and her other force my thighs apart and begin to stroke and
fondle me intimately.
I put both my small hands against her broad shoulders,
straining futilely to push her away, and emitted a muffled squeal
into her open mouth as her tongue again explored the inside of my
mouth. My humiliation at the ignominy of my situation, hanging
helplessly like a sack of laundry while this beautiful, fifteen
year old, Amazon child kissed and fondled me at will, could not,
however, long withstand the effects of her intimate touches, and
within minutes I felt those same, strong pangs of desire flood my
loins and the telltale throbbing of another, budding erection.
As if in answer to my reaction, she moved both her hands to my
buttocks, and then up and down my sides, squeezing, prodding,
stroking and caressing my soft, yielding flesh, bringing me
almost to the brink of orgasm. Was Nana filming this shameful,
yet ecstatic, spectacle? Suddenly I didn't care! All thoughts
of resistance had vanished from my mind! My squeal of protest
had become a whine, then a moan of pleasure as, finally, she took
my now pulsating organ in her big hand and massaged it until, had
I been able to speak against the pressure of her lips, I would
have been begging for release!
Abruptly she stepped back. Her face was flushed with her
own desire, her breath coming in short gasps. She bent down
quickly, retrieved the dildo from the ground and slid the hollow
tube over my stiff, throbbing member, and I felt myself enfolded
in a thin layer of soft, spongy material that lined the inside of
the device. Then thrill after thrill of ecstasy was coursing
through my helpless body as she worked it over me until the tip
of my penis was at the very end of the tube and then folded the
soft, similarly lined sack tightly around my testicles and
strapped the device firmly in place. Yet that was nothing
compared to the rapture I felt when she moved into me, pressing
and rubbing my captive penis against her rock hard abdomen, took
my waist firmly in her huge hands, and again bent her head to
capture my now willing lips with hers. The sponge lining ca-
ressed my penis almost lovingly, sending wave after wave of
incredible ecstasy through my body, yet somehow keeping me from
reaching a final climax.
"Mmmmmm!" she whispered huskily into my mouth. "I can't
wait!" Her hands tightened around my waist and, without releas-
ing my captive mouth, she lifted me effortlessly off the hooks
from which I'd been suspended and, stepping away from the steel
wall, slid one hand down under my buttocks and the other up my
back and behind my head and then lowered me just enough to bring
my throbbing organ between her spread thighs and up into her
waiting orifice. Again my body was engulfed in powerful
sensations of orgasmic pleasure as the soft folds of her channel
closed over the dildo and its erotic lining massaged my imprisoned
penis inside. My face was just above the cleft of her
breasts, bent backward by the pressure of her kiss against her
supporting hand, my feet dangling only a few inches below her
knees as, with her huge hand controlling my buttocks, she feverishly
worked my lower body up and down inside her. Yet my head,
chest and shoulders were held fast, unmoving, by her powerfully
muscled arm up my back and the pressure of her kiss.
Later I would be amazed at the ease with which this Amazon-
ian musclegiantess had taken me; with my body held helplessly off
the ground in her huge, powerful hands I was literally being
raped in midair! Yes, raped, for the raging desire that was
flooding my body had been forced on me against my will. She had
overpowered my senses as easily as she had overpowered my body,
forcing me to want her, to respond to her ardent, irresistible
sexual demands. I was like a puppet, a rag doll, in her hands,
unable to deny her anything she wished to take from my defenseless
body. Even my manhood was hers for the taking, and she was
taking it with a vengeance!
At that moment, however, I didn't care. The shock and
horror at being raped by a fifteen year old girl had been totally
submerged in the ecstasy that was enveloping my body. I was
almost delirious with desire, aware only of her massive, shapely,
rock hard body pressing so tightly against my own that I seemed
part of it--a puny, insignificant part of it, to be sure!--and
the soft moans and sighs that escaped her lips into mine. I
remembered afterward that somehow my arms had found their way up
around her neck, and that I was clinging to her, straining to
return her embrace, yet able to do no more than yield the soft-
ness of my body as she molded it to her own. I was floating on
rolling waves of ecstasy that surged through me and encompassed
my consciousness with every pumping motion of my dildo imprisoned
penis within her channel, every gyration of her powerful body
against mine. I had lost all sense of time, until at last I felt
the folds of her womanhood tighten around the dildo, pressing the
soft lining into my penis and enhancing my desire to the point of
insanity. She released my lips and threw back her head, her eyes
closed, and gave a little scream as she reached her first plateau
of pleasure, and then a second and a third, and then her arms
tightened around me like a vice, crushing me against her. I
couldn't breathe! I felt the folds of her channel erupting
around me, and I heard the long, throaty scream of her final
climax. I opened my mouth to match her scream, but no sound
came; I had no air! Suddenly the world started to spin, and a
red haze filled my eyes. I think I may have passed out for a
second, for the next thing I knew the pressure around my chest
and back had relaxed, and I was being lowered, then lifted and
cradled in strong, muscular arms, gasping great gobs of precious
air into my tortured lungs.
"You're going to have to learn to be more gentle with your
men, Cindi." It was Nana's voice, speaking softly and soothingly,
just above me. "You almost killed the poor, little thing,
and I really do need him at the office."
I opened my eyes and looked up into Nana's lovely face. She
had obviously taken me from Cindi and was carrying me easily in
her arms across the lawn to gently lay me in a chaise lounge. I
looked up at her as she rose to her feet. She had taken off her
robe and was wearing only a tiny bikini similar to the one Cindi
had worn. It was the first time I had seen her uncovered, and
the sight of her was like an erotic shock. Almost as tall as
Cindi in her platform sandals, she was, if anything, bigger and
even more powerfully muscled than her giant daughter, and her
body looked as hard as a rock! Broader, fuller and deeper
through her shoulders and "V" shaped chest, tapering sharply to a
narrow, washboard of a waist like Cindi's, her body was a mass of
rippling muscularity that exuded unbelievable strength and power
but, like Cindi's. was also erotically feminine. And, for the
first time I realized how magnificently beautiful and powerful my
boss really was!
Cindi had followed her mother to where I was lying to smile
down at me with a dreamy look in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Roger,"
she said softly. "I hope I didn't hurt you too much. I guess I
just got carried away. But it was just SO GREAT!"
I started to retort that I thought I'd been the one who'd
gotten carried away--literally!--but thought better of it.
"I think our little Roger is just fine, dear," Nana mur-
mured. "As a matter of fact, from the look of him, I'm probably
going to have to finish what you started!"
Huh?
And then I realized what she meant. The dull ache in my
ribs, which Cindi's embrace had all but broken and robbed me of
my final climax, was not the only ache in my body. I was still
aroused! My penis was still visibly stiff through its plastic
prison, and my testes were painful evidence of release denied.
Nevertheless I was shocked, stunned into silence, that this
magnificently beautiful and powerful Amazon, so many years my
senior--and my boss at that!--intended to take my helpless body
in the same way her daughter had.
Well, not exactly, as it developed...
As I stared up at her in amazement, Nana bent over me,
gently unstrapped the dildo and removed it, sending a thrill of
pleasure through me as the soft, foamy lining slid over my penis
and bringing a gasp from my lips. Then she took my chin between
her thumb and forefinger and smiled down at me.
"Now, Roger, you're not going to try to resist me the way
you did with Cindi at first, are you?" she murmured, as if
speaking to a child. "After all, I've always considered myself
irresistible to men, and I'd be rather hurt and angry if I
thought you were different. And the one thing you don't want to
do, dear Roger, is make me angry with you!"
Still wide-eyed with shock, I tried to shake my head, but my
entire head was immobilized by the pressure of her thumb and
forefinger on my chin. "N--n--no..." I managed to whisper.
"Very good," she replied. "Now that you've promised to be a
good, little man, Nana's going to take that nasty harness off
you. We won't need it for the moment, and I want your little
body completely naked when I play with it. Cindi, would you get
me the screwdriver, please?"
"Right away, Mom."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Cindi retrieve the screw-
driver from the camera bag and hand it to her mother. Pulling me
upright on the lounge, Nana reached behind me, quickly loosened
the clasps and removed the harness. Then, tossing the
screwdriver to her daughter, she slid her arms under my back and
thighs and effortlessly lifted me off the divan to hold me
cradled against her massive chest and carry me toward the house,
with Cindi following closely behind.
"Can I watch, Mom?" Cindi asked eagerly.
"No, dear. Having you watch might keep him from reacting
the way I want him to, and I want to be absolutely sure he's
right for Alanna before I give him to her."
I perked up my ears at that one! That name again! Who the
hell was Alanna? And what did she mean, "give me to her"?!? I
stared up at her, my mouth open to speak, but a look from her and
a firm shake of her head silenced me as she carried me into the
house.
"You'll find out in good time what I meant, Roger," she told
me, "provided, of course, you satisfy me first, which I'm quite
sure you can. I will tell you this much: if you enjoyed what
Cindi did to you--and you certainly seemed to, up until the end--
you're going to love what I'm going to do to you. And you'll
absolutely adore Alanna!"
Part Two
Alanna
As usual, Nana's predictions were right, although I was not
to experience the second part concerning the mysterious Alanna
until later. Cradled gently against her wide, deep bosom, my
naked body almost completely enveloped by her massively muscular
and powerful arms and my head resting against her shoulder as she
carried me easily into the house and up the stairs to the second
floor, I felt suddenly more safe and secure than I had since my
arrival here. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be a
part of this magnificently beautiful, Amazonian giantess. Of
course, the fact that I was still sporting a raging erection,
with pangs of desire coursing through my helpless body, may have
had more than a little to do with my feelings!
With her shoulder she pushed open a door at the end of a
long hallway, and we were inside a huge bedroom, at the far end
of which was the biggest, thickest bed I'd ever seen, easily ten
by ten feet and a good four feet off the floor. She laid me down
on it and, rising to loom above me, quickly stripped off the tiny
bikini and let it drop to one side. Then she bent down, gripped
both my wrists in a single hand, stretched my arms back over my
head and, with her other hand, forced her hand between my thighs
to firmly encompass my crotch. A moan escaped my lips as her big
palm bent my stiff and throbbing member down against my thighs,
sending a thrill of pleasure through me.
"Now, Roger," she whispered, "just lay still and enjoy..."
As if I had a choice! My entire torso and both my arms were
completely immobilized! Only my legs were free. Moreover, with
wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy overwhelming my helpless body
from the pressure of her hand on my penis, the last thing I
wanted was escape! As she slowly, sensuously lowered her parted
lips to capture mine, I willingly--no, eagerly!--opened my mouth
wide to receive and succumb to her long, lingering kiss.
But that was only the beginning. When, after a seeming
eternity, she at least released my lips, my entire torso began a
virtual playground for her hungry mouth. Her face was flushed,
and the strong, musk odor of her desire all but overwhelmed my
senses as her big hand began to intimately massage my crotch and
she feverishly covered my throat, shoulders, chest, stomach and
sides with hard, passionate kisses and love bites right down to
my pubic hair. She was literally devouring my soft flesh with
powerful suckling actions that all but drew blood and soon had
almost my entire body sheathed in dark, brown splotches. Yet, as
I writhed helplessly in her grip, moaning with frustration, my
entire consciousness consumed in the mingled ecstasy and agony of
unsatisfied lust, I was barely aware of what was happening to me;
even her oral explorations of my sensitive, ticklish areas served
only to heighten my need for release...
Then, vaguely, I was aware that the pressure on my crotch
had been released, that she was mounting me, the weight of her
massive frame mashing me deep into the mattress as she took my
stiff, throbbing member inside her, and then of her big hand
sliding under my rear, lifting my buttocks to pull a pillow under
me. Her massive legs were locked around my slender thighs as she
bent over me. One hand was behind my head, burying my face
between her firm breasts, the other around my waist, holding me
firmly against her as she began to work me, slowly at first, but
with gradually increasing rhythm. I felt the walls of her
channel envelope and massage me, sending powerful, erotic sensa-
tions coursing through my body, bringing me to the brink of
orgasm.
But only to the brink. Though I was yearning for release,
somehow, she held me back, teetering on the edge, my consciousness
bathed in mingled ecstasy and desire, yet unable to climax.
Time and again I felt the soft folds encasing me erupt around me,
and I strained to meet her climax, but could not. I remember
trying to cry out, my plea for release but a muffled whine into
the cleft between her breasts. How long she held me there or how
many times she reached her peak I will never know, for I had lost
all sense of time. My universe was ecstasy and desire. Nor did
I ever learn what she did to control me so completely, perhaps
something in the way she held me, although later I was to
discover that this talent was not unique to her. All I know is
that, when her final climax came I came with her, in an explosion
of sheer rapture that carried me to a lofty pinnacle of passion
and held me there for a seeming eternity, eclipsing anything I
had ever known before. I was no virgin, no stranger to the
delights of physical love, but in that moment I felt like one,
and a deflowered one at that!
And, as she rose from my prostrate, exhausted body and slid
the pillow from under my buttocks, I knew something else...
I was in love!
I looked up at her yearningly as she stood over me, smiling
down at me, and tried to raise my arms to her. I could not. I
opened my mouth and tried to speak her name. I could not. My
body simply would not respond to my brain's commands. I was
completely drained!
She smiled down at me, as if knowing what was in my mind,
leaned over and kissed me lightly on my forehead. "Of course,
little Roger, I was right about you," she whispered softly.
"You'll do very nicely. Now go to sleep."
And such was her control over me that that's exactly what I
did!
When I awoke, it was dark outside, and Cindi was sitting on
the bed next to me, grinning down at me. As usual, she was
wearing nothing but her tiny bikini.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "Mom really did a job on you, didn't
she?"
I shook my head, tentatively moved my arms and legs and was
relieved to discover that they all worked. Then I looked down at
myself and gasped. Not only was I completely naked from head to
foot, but my entire torso, from my shoulders and chest right down
to my pubic hair, was a mass of dark, brown blotches! Hickeys!
My face was suddenly hot, and I tried to sit up to cover myself,
but Cindi gently pressed me back with a huge hand on my chest.
"Relax, Roger," she chuckled. "It's not as if we haven't
seen you in the buff before."
"W-where's your mother?" Suddenly I was nervous about being
alone with this giant, Amazonian teenybopper.
"Downstairs. We got you something to eat. You've been
asleep for several hours, and Mom figured you might be hungry.
Most guys are when Mom gets finished with 'em!"
Most guys? I felt my face get hot again, but the knawing,
empty feeling in my stomach told me she was right. I started to
swing my legs over the bed to the floor, but Cindi knelt down,
slid one arm under my back to firmly grip my right wrist and the
other behind my knees, and then rose to lift me off the bed and
hold me tightly against her wide, firm bosom.
I gasped and instinctively tried to free myself, but could
only writhe ineffectually in her powerful arms. "C-Cindi!" I
quavered. "I--I can walk! Please put me down!"
She laughed. "More fun this way," she said. "You're so
little and cute, I just love to carry you! And when you try to
struggle against me, you're absolutely adorable!" Then she
sighed, looking down at me fondly. "I'm really gonna hate having
to give you to Alanna!"
That name again! "W-what do you mean, 'give me to Alanna'?
Who the hell is Alanna?"
She laughed again. "My big sister," she replied. "She's
finishing grad school this week, be home next weekend. Mom'll
tell you all about it later."
"BIG sister?!?" The empty feeling in my stomach was
suddenly replaced with a feeling of dread. "You--you mean
she's...she's bigger than you are?"
Cindi grinned ruefully. "A lot bigger, at least for now.
But not for long. After all," she added with a wink, "I'm still
growing!"
"But--but--" The thought of being "given" to another of
Nana's Amazonian daughters, let alone one who apparently dwarfed
even Cindi, was almost more than I could bear! Besides, it was
Nana I wanted! Corny as it may sound, she had captured my heart
as easily as she had taken my body. No matter that she was
twenty years older than I, nearly twice my size and three or four
times stronger than I, or even that she was my boss. I was
hopelessly, helplessly in love with her, ready to give up
everything, even my career, to be possessed by her.
"Now, now," Cindi murmured soothingly, "don't worry your
pretty, little head about Alanna. Just snuggle up in Cindi's
arms while she takes you down to feed you."
I choked, but, with both my arms pinned to my sides and my
legs trapped in her powerful grip, I could only lapse into woeful
silence as, feeling more like a small child than a grown man in
the arms of this fifteen year old giantess, Cindi carried me
downstairs to the breakfast room, where Nana was waiting next to
the oversized high chair.
"Well, hello, sleepyhead," she greeted me. "We were wondering
if you were ever going to wake up. Ready for a bite to eat?"
Like Cindi, she was still wearing her bikini and was a
vision of magnificent, muscular loveliness, and I couldn't tear
my eyes away from her. I longed to reach out to her, but Cindi
held my arms pinned to my sides as she wedged me into the high
chair and snapped the tray into place against my chest, effectively
securing me in place. My heart must have been in my eyes,
for Cindi shook her head as she stepped back.
"I wish I knew what you do to 'em, Mom," she sighed. "Look
at him! One session in bed with him, and the poor, little guy's
really got it bad for you, just like all the others!"
Just like all the others?!? Her words were like a blow to
my stomach, but Nana merely smiled condescendingly and responded,
"Of course, dear, but Alanna will take care of that. Actually,
it's a very simple technique, but it always works." She pursed
her lips, eyeing Cindi with amusement. "I guess I'll have to
teach it to you, since you're going to have a chance to use it
next weekend."
"Really?" Cindi's eyes widened in anticipation. "On who?"
"Someone who, I think, will make you get over wanting to
play with our little Roger," Nana murmured. "I know you're
smitten with him, dear, but he really is too old for you. The
young boy I have in mind is much more appropriate, and he IS a
lovely, little thing."
I was beginning to feel like part of the furniture; indeed,
wedged into the high chair, I almost was! Abruptly, however,
Nana turned her attention to me. "Now, Roger, I must apologize
in advance," she said. "You probably won't find what we're going
to feed you much to your liking, but the sandwiches we had
earlier today were far too fattening, so tonight Cindi and I had
bodybuilders' fare for dinner, boiled chicken and broccoli, and
we saved some for you. It won't be quite as tasty as what you're
used to, but it's a lot better for you."
"Want me to feed him, Mom?" Cindi chimed in. "I think it's
still warm."
"Thank you, dear," Nana replied, ignoring my agonized look.
"I'll clean up here and then go out for a dip in the pool. When
you're finished, why don't you bring him outside? It's still a
little early to put him back to bed."
I could only suffer in silence as Cindi filled a plate and
began to feed me small bites of skinless, tasteless chicken and
plain, unsalted and unbuttered broccoli. I detest broccoli, but
when I tried to resist she simply took my jaw in her big hand,
forced open my mouth and shoved in the offensive vegetable with a
look that warned me not to try to spit it out. Nana rinsed off
their dishes and loaded them into the dish washer and then, with
a little wave and a wink at her daughter, left the kitchen.
When my plate was finally clean, Cindi poured some skim milk
into a small glass and poured it into me. I'm not crazy about
skim milk, either, but at least it took away the taste of the
broccoli. Then, after rinsing off the dishes and putting them
into the dish washer, she removed the tray and, wrapping her huge
hands around my upper arms, lifted me out of the high chair to
hold my naked body out at arm's length in front of her.
"Feeling better, now?" she asked.
Actually, I was in misery, for it was obvious by now that
Nana had no interest in pursuing a romantic relationship with me,
but at least my hunger had been satisfied. "I--I guess so," I
answered in a small voice.
She smiled sympathetically, brought me against her and
slipped one arm around my thighs, holding me easily against her
hip while she slid her other hand up my back to cup the back of
my head and hug me gently. "Poor, little guy!" she murmured.
"Really got it bad for Mom, haven't you? C'mon, I'll take you
out back, and you can cuddle up to me. Maybe that'll make you
feel better!"
Still holding me in her single arm, she carried me out of
the kitchen to the back yard. Nana was doing laps in the pool,
churning through the water like a dolphin. Cindi carried me to a
wide lounge chair and sat down in it and, after reclining the
back, laid me down on my side next to her with my head on her
broad shoulder, my feet barely reaching below her knees.
"There," she said softly. "Isn't this nice?"
I closed my eyes momentarily, trying to imagine she was
Nana, but it didn't work. "Cindi," I protested finally, "this is
crazy! You're only fifteen years old! Your mother was right,
I'm too old for you!"
She laughed softly. "I know. But I can still have some fun
with you!" She tilted my head back and bent to kiss me hard on
my mouth. "You're so little and cute, I just want to eat you
up!"
I sighed, closed my eyes and lapsed into silence as her arm
around my shoulders and back tightened, pressing my body against
hers, and her other hand tucked my face into her shoulder and
neck. It was almost dark, and the stars were out when Nana
finally emerged from the pool to stand over us, a large towel
draped around her massive, dripping body.
"Well!" she laughed. "Aren't you two the picture of contentment!"
Cindi stirred. "Mmmmmm!" she murmured. "What time is it?"
"Almost ten. I think it's time to give our little Roger a
bath and put him to bed for the night."
My eyes got wide at that one! "W--what?"
But Cindi was already sitting me up and sliding an arm
around my chest to again pin my arms to my sides. "Great!" she
chortled. "Can I do it, Mom?"
"Of course, dear."
"Now, wait a minute..."
"Shush, baby!" Cindi put a finger to my lips, then wrapped
her free arm around my thighs and rose easily to her feet,
lifting me with her. "We're gonna have lotsa fun in the tub!"
"Nana! For God's sake..."
But Nana ignored me, and I knew better than to try to
struggle against Cindi as she carried me quickly into the house
and up to the second floor bedroom I had occupied earlier. Like
everything else in this house, the attached, private bathroom was
huge, with a shower stall big enough for three normal size people
and an oversized bathtub that was over six feet in length and
nearly four feet deep. Cindi released my arms, slid her powerfully
muscled arm around my waist and dropped my legs, letting me
swing down so that she holding my naked body in her single arm
against her hip with my back to her, like she would a small
child. She sat down on the edge of the tub, placed me on her
thigh with my feet still several inches off the floor, and began
to run water into the tub.
The idea that I, a grown man, was about to be bathed like a
baby by a fifteen year old girl, Amazonian giantess or not, was
too much!
"Cindi, please!" I begged her. "This is crazy! Don't do
this, please!"
"No way!" she laughed. "This may be the last chance I'll
have to play with you! And you're gonna love what I'm gonna do
with you!" Then she sobered. "'Course, it probably won't be as
good as it was with Mom... But nothin' ever is!"
HUH?!? My stomach wrenched, but I was helpless to resist
with anything but verbal protests as she finished running the
water, swung me up over the edge of the tub and sat me down into
warm water almost up to my chest and then knelt beside the tub
and, with a delighted grin, splashed water all over my chest,
shoulders and arms.
"Okey dokey, upsy daisy!" she chirped, and, sliding her
hands under my armpits, lifted me to my feet.
How can I describe the sensations that flooded my mind and
body, the feeling of infantile helplessness in the grasp of this
giant, Amazonian teenager, the gentle caresses of her huge hands
as they spread heavy lathers of soap all over me, from my neck
and shoulders, down my arms, chest, stomach, back and buttocks to
my thighs, stroking, fondling and lightly tickling my outclassed
body into a frenzy of desire? Sure, I was still enmeshed in my
hopeless love for Nana, and Cindi was little more than a child in
years, but, for God's sake, I'm only human! By the time her
hands had reached my inner thighs I was stiff as a board, throbbing
and moaning in ecstasy! I felt a single hand slide down my
back, grip my buttocks, and lift me completely out of the water,
and then her smiling, childlike visage filled my eyes as her free
hand soaped my calves, ankles and feet, her strong fingers
holding each foot captive as they slid softly over my ticklish
soles and between my toes. And then the finale! A huge, soapy,
slippery hand slithering up my calf to stroke my inner thigh, and
then up to encompass my crotch and gently and intimately massage
my aching testicles and caress the length of my stiff and throbbing
penis...that soapy, slippery touch like nothing I had every
felt before!
"Oh, my God, Cindi!" I heard myself moan. "No! Please
don't!"
"Silly, little baby!" she whispered. "You know you love
this, I can tell! Besides, I owe you one, from this afternoon!"
"Noooooooo--please--!" But my protest was cut off into a
barely audible whine as her open mouth descended to capture mine
and her soapy hands continued to massage my buttocks and
genitals, her huge hand at last enveloping my entire, pulsating
member and fondling me to a final, explosive climax that rivaled
even the one I'd had with Nana. With an involuntary shudder, I
went limp in her arms.
My mind was reeling. Vaguely I was aware that she had
released my lips and my crotch, lowered me back into the water
and, taking a washcloth from a rack above my head, was rinsing
the soap from my body. Then, after soaping the washcloth, she
quickly washed and rinsed my face and neck and opened the bathtub
drain. As the water ran out, she lifted me out of the tub and,
sitting down on the edge of the tub, set me on my feet in front
of her and wrapped me tightly in a huge towel that literally
covered me from the top of my head to my feet and went around me
several times. I felt my knees buckle, but she put her arms
around me, held me upright and pulled me close to her. Tucking
my head, which was now barely level with hers, against her broad
shoulder, she began to pat me dry through the towel.
"Did my little baby like his bath?" she whispered into my
ear.
I didn't answer her. I was nearly sobbing from humiliation
and exhaustion; humiliation at the realization that I had been
forcibly bathed and masturbated by a fifteen year old girl, and
exhaustion from the second, unbelievable orgasm to which I'd been
subjected in only a few hours. Even worse, I'd loved it! Even
now, wrapped like a baby in a blanket, feeling so tiny and
childlike in her powerful arms, I was literally being turned on
again! I couldn't believe what these giant, Amazonian females
were doing to me! What kind of a man was I becoming? A helpless
sex slave, wanting only to be toyed with and dominated by towering,
gigantic women strong enough to handle me like a baby?
Apparently satisfied I was dry enough, Cindi gathered me up
in her powerful arms and carried me, my entire body still encased
in the towel, out of the bathroom to a rocking chair in one
corner of the bedroom. She sat down on it, placed me on her lap,
tucked my head against her shoulder again and began to rock me
gently.
"Go to sleep, now, my little Roger," she murmured.
I looked up into the beautiful, larger-than-life features of
this teenage giantess and knew that I would never be as I had
been. I felt so small, so safe, so secure cuddled against her
massive body, like a child in the arms of its mother. I was a
grown man, and part of me still wanted to rebel, to somehow
reassert my masculinity against the dominance of these overpower-
ing women; yet, for the moment, I was content to be cuddled and
rocked like a baby...and, finally, to surrender myself to the
sweet sleep of oblivion.
When I awoke, sunlight was streaming through the windows,
and Cindi, dressed now in white shorts and a halter, was again
sitting on the edge of the bed, grinning down at me. In one hand
she held what appeared to be a pink, frilly apron.
"Time to get up again, little one," she chirped. "We've got
things for you to do before Mom sends you home."
I shook my head to clear the cobwebs. "What--what things?"
I muttered.
"You'll find out." Her grin widened. She pulled down the
sheet that covered me, exposing my naked body, and handed me the
apron. "Here, put this on."
I looked up at her quizzically, but the tone of her voice
and the amused look on her face said that either I put on the
apron voluntarily or it would be put on for me. With a sigh, I
swung my legs over the side of the bed, dropped to the floor and
slipped the apron over my head, noting, as I did, that my torso
was still covered with those dark brown blotches from Nana's
lovemaking. Fortunately, the apron covered most of them, from my
chest down to just below my groin, but my back and buttocks were
bare. Cindi obligingly tied it behind my back, then, after
bending down to cup both my buttocks in her big hand and give
them an affectionate squeeze, whirled and headed for the door.
"Let's go, little fella," she ordered.
Apparently this time I was to be permitted to walk, so I
stumbled silently along behind her in my bare feet, the top of my
head well below her broad shoulders and having almost to trot to
keep pace with her long, swinging strides. Even as we descended
the stairs, with her several steps ahead of me, my eyes were
barely level with the back of her head. Reaching the bottom, she
turned toward the kitchen and breakfast room, with me trailing in
her wake.
The kitchen was deserted, and there were a number of dirty
pans in the sink. Answering my question before it could be
asked, Cindi explained, "Mom had to go out for a while. She said
I should have you make your own breakfast and then clean up the
kitchen. There's eggs and bread and milk and OJ in the fridge,
and, if you'd rather have cereal, grape nuts in the pantry, the
only kind we eat. No sugar, no salt--we don't keep either in the
house. I'm goin' outside to work out and for a skinny-dip in the
pool. See ya later!" And she was gone.
What I really wanted was to brush my teeth, but I was hungry
and figured the grape nuts would help get the bad taste out of my
mouth, so I poured myself a bowl and a glass of orange juice and
had that for breakfast. Feeling better, I rinsed off the bowl
and glass and put them in the dish washer, noting that it was
almost full, certainly no room for the several pots and pans that
filled the sink. I couldn't help wondering what these bodybuilding
women might have had for breakfast that required all those
utensils, but the soap and scrubbing cloths next to the sink told
me I was obviously expected to clean them, so I did. I was
wiping off the sink and counter when I suddenly felt a looming
presence behind me and looked back over my shoulder to see Cindi,
completely naked, towering above me.
"Hi, there!" she chirped. "Looks like you're just about
finished. Nice job, too. Mom'll be pleased." She bent down,
slid her massive arms around my chest, pulled me back against her
naked body and nuzzled my neck. "You know something? Pushin'
those heavy weights around always makes me horny as hell! A
couple'a dozen laps in the pool's supposed to help, but it never
does!"
That was all it took. My penis snapped to attention like a
rookie recruit before a five star general! And the bulge in my
apron did not go unnoticed...
"Mmmmmmm!" she breathed into my neck. "Looks like you're
hot to go, too! Too bad Mom said I can't take any more of your
goodies--gotta save you for next weekend, when Alanna comes
home." Nevertheless, one hand slid down my stomach and under the
apron to cover my groin, bending my erect penis down and sending
a thrill coursing through my body. "'Course," she added, "that
doesn't mean I can't have some fun with you!" She straightened,
lifting me a good foot off the floor, holding my weight almost
entirely in the hand encompassing my crotch as she continued to
nuzzle and suck on my neck.
Christ! A good case of hot rocks coming up! I started to
squirm helplessly in her arms. "Come on, Cindi, cut it out!" I
pleaded with her. "Put me down, please!"
She giggled. "Oooooo! Keep it up! I love it when you try
to resist me! Really turns me on! Here, maybe I can make you
fight a little harder!" Her arm encircling my chest shifted a
little, and I felt her strong fingers poking and probing the
ticklish areas of my underarm and side, even as her other hand
began to gently massage my privates. "Kitchey, kitchey koo!" she
chortled.
I'm extremely ticklish, and, although both she and Nana had
toyed with my ticklish areas before, this was the first time
either of them had tickled me in earnest. That, coupled with the
erotic sensations from her intimate fondling of my genitals, was
almost more than my fragile mind and body could bear. The world
literally exploded around me, and I collapsed into a screaming,
laughing frenzy, thrashing about uncontrollably in her powerful
grip. I think my eyes were open, but I was seeing nothing, aware
only of the delicious torture she was inflicting on my defenseless
body. Vaguely I felt my heels bang against her lower legs,
but any pain I might have felt was submerged in the other
feelings that were engulfing my consciousness, and I was beyond
worrying about whether I'd hurt her or what the consequences to
me might be if I had.
Then, abruptly, the sensations ceased, and I was lowered to
the floor. Exhausted and gasping for breath, as my knees started
to buckle I felt her hands encircle my waist, just under my ribs,
and I was being turned to face her. I looked pleadingly up at
her lovely face, looming so high above my own, praying that this
would be the end of my ordeal. But it was only the beginning.
With a mischievous grin she pulled me away from the sink, pivoted
and effortlessly lifted me high into the air to hold me at arm's
length above her head, tilted forward almost horizontally above
her, her thumbs pressing hard, almost painfully, into my soft
stomach.
"Now try to kick me, little man!" she challenged me.
I tried to tell her I was sorry, that I hadn't been trying
to hurt her, but my voice was a barely audible squeak against the
pressure of her thumbs on my diaphragm. Gaping down at her
dancing eyes and wide grin, I reached out to her, but she tilted
me back just enough that my shorter arms could barely reach
beyond her massive biceps. I felt her hands shift slightly, and
suddenly her incredibly long fore and middle fingers were again
digging into the ticklish areas of both my sides.
I would have screamed if I could have, and again my body was
beyond my control as it writhed and twisted in her steel grip. I
seemed to be floating in midair above her head, my own head
nearly brushing the ceiling, my body held captive by only the
thumbs, ring and little fingers of her powerful hands as she
continued to tickle me unmercifully. I vaguely remember reaching
up under my arms to tear in futile agony at her offending fingers,
but in my weakness and the wild sensations coursing through
me, I could not even maintain a grip on them, let alone force
them away from my sides.
When at last I was nearly numb with exhaustion and could
struggle no more, she stopped and brought me directly over her
head, then lowered me so that my arms, which now hung lifelessly
downward, were draped over her broad shoulders, and pressed me
tightly against her. Sliding one hand down to squeeze both my
buttocks in her huge palm and her other hand to firmly cup the
back of my head, her open mouth captured mine with such force
that I could barely breathe. My head was still spinning, but I
was dimly aware that, with her mouth still crushed against mine
and her tongue exploring the inside of my mouth at will, she was
carrying me out of the kitchen to the divan in the living room.
She released my mouth, and I felt myself being lowered to the
floor, and then her huge hand covered the top of my head and
forced me to my knees between her spread legs as she reclined
back onto the divan.
Even in my dazed state, it was obvious what she had in mind.
I've always been overly fastidious, and the thought of being
forced to satisfy this teenage giantess orally was revolting! I
looked pleadingly up at her lovely, larger than life features,
now flushed with desire. "Cindi! No! Please!" I gasped.
"No chance, baby," she whispered hoarsely. "I want you, and
with the dildo locked up, this is the only way I can take you!
'Sides," she added with a sly grin, "you owe me somethin' for
what I gave you last night!"
"But--but you said that was to make up for yesterday afternoon--!"
"Excuses, excuses! Now, get in there!" Her massive thighs,
each bigger than my slender torso and bulging and rippling with
unbelievably powerful muscles, rose to engulf my neck and head,
and rock hard calves crushed against the back of my head as her
hands forced my mouth and nose deep into her dense, prickly bush,
now wet with her vaginal juices. I struggled, my tiny fists
pounding with futile anguish on her huge thighs as she massaged
my face into her clit and the musk odor of her desire all but
overwhelmed my senses. With both my ears blocked by solid
muscle, I felt, rather than heard, her gasp, then sigh, and then
her rumbling command, "Tongue me, baby! Get your tongue in there
or I'll crush your head like an eggshell!"
Revolting as it was, I had no choice. Nana was not here to
protect me, and with Cindi's nearly superhuman strength and in
her aroused state, she could easily have done exactly that. My
mouth was mashed against the swollen lips of her clit, and,
reluctantly, fighting powerful sensations of nausea that were
rising from my gorge, I forced my tongue as far as I could
between her lips and into the gateway to her channel.
Despite my revulsion, I must have done it right. Deep,
passionate moans reverberated through her titanic frame, and she
bucked and heaved with a ferocity that wrenched my small body up
and down and back and forth like a dinghy in a hurricane and
threatened to tear my head from my shoulders. Even worse, I
couldn't breathe! I vaguely recall wrapping both my arms around
her huge thighs, not to stop her frantic gyrations--that would
have been hopeless!--but rather to hang on for dear life and keep
my helpless body in one piece! Thankfully, all sense of taste
and smell, and finally consciousness itself, fled, and, when I
came to, I was lying on my back on the divan, and Nana was
leaning over me, looking anxiously down into my eyes.
"Are you all right, Roger?" Her voice mirrored her concern.
I put a hand to my forehead, more to see if my head was
still where it belonged than anything else. My neck felt like it
had been through a wringer. I tentatively moved my head and was
relieved to find that everything still worked, even though the
effort hurt like hell! "I--I guess so," I mumbled. I looked
around. Cindi was nowhere in sight.
"I sent Cindi to her room," Nana said quietly, anticipating
my question. "I'm sorry, Roger, I shouldn't have left you alone
with her, but I had to go down to the office to pick up some
materials I want you to read this afternoon. After you leave,
rest assured that she and I are going to have a little talk."
"You--you're sending me home?" I looked up into her lovely
eyes, and, despite everything that had happened to me, realized I
did not want to leave this beautiful, Amazonian woman.
Nana had won her second bet with me.
But now she was all business. "That's right, Roger. As
soon as you're able. I have quite a bit of reading for you to do
this afternoon and this evening."
"What--what kind of reading?" I felt crushed by her sudden
change of demeanor, and my question was barely audible.
"It's a proposal for a new, financial planning department I
made several weeks ago to Everett McCandless," she replied
brusquely, "complete with staffing requirements and cost/benefit
analysis. It took some doing, but Evvy approved it last Thursday,
before he left town."
Everett McCandless was Chairman of the Board and majority
owner of our company, a man with whom almost no one below the
rank of Vice President had any contact. Nana was only a director
of the headquarters accounting department, reporting to the Vice
President-Finance. And she called the Chairman "Evvy"?
She saw my look of surprise and smiled faintly. "I was able
to convince him we were at least ten years behind our competition
in terms of financial planning and controls. It's all in the
papers I'll give you. You won't be heading up this new depart-
ment, Roger, but you're going to have a key role in setting it up
and operating it, and I want you to get started right away, so
you're going to have to study these materials very carefully.
We'll go over them first thing tomorrow morning, and I'll expect
you to have detailed recommendations on staffing--names, proposed
start dates, etc.--and the kind and amount of equipment to do the
jobs I've outlined in my proposal." She straightened, looming
above my prostrate form. "Think you can stand?" she asked in a
tone that said I'd better damn well try.
The pain in my neck and shoulders had subsided somewhat, and
I was able to swing my legs over the side of the divan and get
unsteadily on my feet. Nana took me up to the bedroom I'd been
using, where I saw that my clothes had been laid out in the bed,
and watched me solemnly while I removed the apron and got
dressed. Downstairs, she handed me a large, heavy envelope
several inches thick and escorted me out to the driveway, where
my car was parked.
"I'll say goodbye to Cindi for you," she remarked dryly.
I hesitated. "Nana," I said finally, "before I leave, both
of you have mentioned someone named Alanna several times to me.
This morning Cindi told me Alanna's her older sister, and that
she'd finished grad school and was coming home next weekend. Am
I..." I hesitated again, searching for the right words. "Am I
to assume that you're going to want me out here again next
weekend to...ah...meet this young lady?"
She nodded. "That's right, Roger. She's flying in at noon
on Saturday, and I'll want you here first thing that morning.
I'll give you the details later."
"I--I think I have a right to know exactly what you have in
mind for me," I ventured, not without some trepidation.
But she merely smiled. "You do," she replied, "and, in good
time, you will. But, for the moment, I want you to be able to
concentrate on those papers."
Concentrate on those papers?!? After what she'd done to
me?!? And the uncertainty as to what was in store for me next
weekend?!? I shook my head in disbelief.
She must have read my mind, for, before I knew what was
happening, she had swept me up off my feet and kissed me long and
hard. "Poor, little Roger!" she murmured. "I do expect a lot
from you, don't I?"
The floodgates of love opened up again. "Oh, Nana!" I
wailed.
"Shush!" She kissed me again, hard, and then lowered me back
to my feet. "Now, run along. You have a lot of work to do. And
you will do it, Roger," she added softly, bending over me and
taking my face in her huge hands. "For me. Because I want you
to."
If there was one thing I was learning about Nana it was that
she obviously knew the right buttons to push in me. With a sigh,
I reluctantly got in my car and drove back to my apartment.
It was a little after two in the afternoon by the time I'd
brushed my teeth, showered and shaved and sat down at my desk to
start working. By the time I'd finished my first reading several
hours later I was lost in admiration at the job she'd done.
She'd covered everything: competitive practices, the kinds and
frequency of analyses and reports that would be made to management,
approximate man-hour, floor space requirements and equipment
needed to do the jobs described, all translated into annual
costs, and projected savings that could be expected to result
from the information provided. Although it was only necessary
for me to develop detailed, implementing recommendations, it was
well after midnight before I felt I was ready to talk to her
proposal.
I was in her office first thing the next morning, eager to
please, but, to my chagrin, she was all business. I had identified
a small area adjacent to the accounting department as the
best location, four employees who were capable of doing the work
required and several suppliers for the office fixtures, computer
equipment and software we'd need. I'd also prepared a list of
sources for the financial and other data we'd need, both published
and in-house, together with draft reports and a proposed
announcement of the new department's formation. She went over my
recommendations with a critical eye, but ended up accepting most
of them with relatively minor changes, and in less than an hour
we had developed a game plan to have the new department up and
running within a month. I was told to order the equipment I'd
specified while she reassigned my normal work load, arranged to
free up the necessary floor space and clear the way for me to
start interviewing potential candidates. At that point, she
picked up her telephone, making it clear that I was dismissed.
As I rose to leave, I asked hesitantly, "Are--aren't you
pleased with what I've done, Nana?"
She looked at me briefly with eyes that were expressionless.
"Of course, Roger," she said quietly, "but I would have expected
nothing less from you. Now, you'd better get started. You've
got a lot of work to do this week."
Crestfallen, I returned to my office, contacted the
suppliers I'd identified and verified that everything we needed was
immediately available. I then contacted the head of the purchasing
department, showed him Nana's proposal together with Mr.
McCandless' approval and secured his commitment to expedite the
processing of the necessary purchase orders, after which I
returned to my office to begin preparation of requisitions for
Nana's signature. A handwritten note from her was waiting for
me: "Roger: Work area available end of next week. Clearances
obtained to talk to prospective candidates. Start interviewing
immediately." There was no signature.
The rest of the week was sheer hell. Each morning began
with an all too brief progress report to Nana, during which I
dutifully filled her in on each step taken during the preceding
dcy and what remained to be done, but secretly longed to reach
out to her, to touch her, to feel her powerful arms around me,
crushing me against her magnificent body. But she remained
distant, almost brusque, and, except for those short meetings, I
saw little of her. Then, late Friday afternoon, another unsigned
note in her handwriting appeared on my desk: "Roger: Don't forget
to be at my house tomorrow morning--9:00 sharp. Don't be late.
Wear a polo shirt, shorts and sandals. You won't need anything
else."
Feelings of apprehension and dread tightened my stomach, for
the purpose of her invitation--no, command--had been made all too
clear; I was to be presented to the mysterious Alanna, freshly
out of graduate school. But for what purpose? Cindi had said
her sister was much bigger and stronger than even she was, and
the thought that another female could possibly dwarf in both size
and physical strength that 6'8", 245 lb. teenage giantess was
mind boggling! Even worse, what would such a woman do with--or
to--a 5'2", 120 lb. male weakling such as I?!?
Nevertheless, I knew I had to choice, so promptly at nine
the next morning, dressed as she had instructed, I pulled my Ford
Escort into Nana's driveway. Cindi was waiting for me, dressed
only in a white halter and shorts that contrasted starkly with
the tanned muscularity of her broad shoulders, steel hard stomach
and mile-long legs. She had a large towel thrown over one
shoulder.
I had stopped behind the big, double garage door and
switched off the engine, ignoring a small parking area to one
side. Cindi motioned me to move the car away from the garage,
then, with a wide grin, chirped, "Never mind, Roger, I'll do it!
Keep your foot off the brake!" Wrapping the towel around both
her hands, she stepped in front of the Escort, bent down and,
with a mighty heave, hoisted the front end clear off the ground!
With me still in it! As I gaped in amazement at this latest
demonstration of her unbelievable strength, she slowly backed me
up several yards, then pulled my car around into the side parking
area. As she lowered it back down to the pavement, I couldn't
help but note that her face showed the strain of her effort, but,
considering the fact that she'd been holding almost a thousand
pounds off the ground and moving it around at will, I still
wasn't sure she wasn't superhuman!
Straightening, she unwrapped her hands and took several deep
breaths. "Whew! That was a little heavier than I thought! You
must have the big engine in there." I was still shaking my head
in disbelief when she stepped around to the driver's side, opened
the car door, reached around me to release my seat belt and
plucked me out of my seat like a rag doll to tuck me securely
under one arm and carry me with long, purposeful strides around
to the back of the house.
"Hey!" I yelped. "What're you doing? Put me down--mmmmph!"
My protests were cut off as her huge, free hand clapped tightly
over my mouth and nose.
"Quiet, little one!" she ordered cheerily. "We're in a
rush, 'cause Mom's gotta leave for the airport in a few minutes
to pick up Alanna, and I've gotta get you ready for her. Can't
take time to play around with you or wait for you to try to keep
up with me. Besides," she added impishly, "like I told you last
weekend, I get a big charge out of carrying you around."
I grabbed her thick wrist with both my small hands in a
futile attempt to dislodge her hand from my face while I kicked
and thrashed about helplessly in the steel hard grip of her
powerfully muscled arm. "Quit wiggling," she warned me, "unless
you're trying to turn me on so I'll tickle you again. Want me to
do that?"
With her hand over my face, she obviously didn't expect a
verbal answer. But I got the message and relaxed as she carried
me through the back door into the huge living room. Nana was
there, dressed almost identically to Cindi. She was placing a
large, square wooden box on a heavy, round coffee table in front
of the divan, over which a pad and what appeared to be a huge
roll of wrapping paper, wide enough to cover the box on all four
sides, had been laid. The top of the box had been divided into
two, hinged halves that opened from the center, where two semi-
circular pieces had been cut out so that, when the top was
closed, a hole slightly larger than my neck was formed. At that
point, I started to get a little queasy.
"Good morning, Roger," she greeted me warmly, then, without
waiting for an answer, which I couldn't have given anyway, to
Cindi, "We don't have much time. USAir says Alanna's plane is
expected in fifteen minutes early. You strip him while I get the
harness."
"Righto, Mom!" Cindi chirped and, as Nana disappeared
upstairs, sat down on the coffee table and stood me on my feet in
front of her. "Now, little Roger," she murmured, "you're not
going to give me any trouble, are you?"
As if I could! "N-no," I muttered, eyeing the box nervously.
"Good!" Gripping both my wrists, she forced my hands up
above my head and stripped off my polo shirt, then undid my
shorts and dropped both them and my undershorts to my ankles,
lifted me to set me on her right thigh, deftly removed my tennis
shoes and socks and slid my shorts and undershorts completely
off. In less than a minute, she had me completely naked and,
grinning wolfishly down at me, was devouring my naked body with
her eyes. "Too bad we don't have more time," she murmured. "I
really would love to play with you some more."
Fortunately or unfortunately--I never got a chance to find
out--at that point Nana returned with the flesh colored harness
and gag I'd gotten to know so intimately the preceding weekend,
and Cindi held me up so she could put it on me as she had before.
"Have to run, now, baby," Nana said to Cindi. "You can finish
him up. And remember what I told you: you're not to take any
liberties with his little body, understand?"
Cindi nodded. "Don't worry, Mom. He'll be nice and fresh
for Alanna, I promise. I just hope you've got somebody as little
and cute as him for me."
"Even smaller and cuter and, most important, just right for
your tender age," her mother replied with a laugh. "Ta ta,
Roger. See you in about an hour!"
I'd been suffering my indignities in silence, but now I
choked. "Would you two PLEASE tell me what the hell you've got
in store for me?" I almost screamed.
"Gag time, Mom!" Cindi chirped, and, as Nana handed her the
gag, forced it into my mouth and secured the elastic bands
tightly around my head.
"You'll find out in due course, Roger," Nana told me.
"After all, we wouldn't want to spoil the surprise. And now I'm
off." And she was gone.
Before I could react, Cindi pulled me back against her,
locked my elbows to the rings on the strap around my waist and
then, seizing both my ankles, lifted me onto her lap, bent my
knees up to my chest and pulled my ankles to my thighs, where she
fastened them together and then secured both my wrists to the
rings on the outside of the ankle straps as she had done the
preceding weekend in the pool. With the thick, plastic cone
filling my mouth, I could only emit muffled squeals of protest as
she casually slid one hand under my naked buttocks lifted me up
to balance my entire weight in her palm. For a sickening moment,
I thought she was going to flip me around the way she had in the
pool, but she merely opened the top of the box, lowered me into a
sitting position inside it, closed the two halves of the top
around my neck, so that my head was sticking out the hole in the
center, and locked them in place.
The purpose of the harness was now obvious. The box was
constructed of fairly heavy gauge plywood, heavy enough to
support my slender weight, but even I might have been able to
kick my way through it had I not been bound as I was. The fit
was snug, but no more uncomfortable than the position into which
I'd been forced by my bondage. I could swivel my head around
enough to see Cindi bending over me to draw the wrapping paper,
which I now saw was a bright, shiny, gold color, up the sides of
the box, pull it together under my chin and secure it with a
light blue ribbon, complete with bow. Standing up, she looked
down speculatively at me, a forefinger to her chin, then, with a
wide grin, proceeding to make a second bow from the ribbon, place
it on top of my head and tie the excess ribbon securely under my
chin! And with my jaw already extended by the thick, plastic
cone in my mouth, I couldn't even shake it loose!
So there I sat, a naked, but perfectly wrapped, present for
the mysterious Alanna! And the long term significance of my
current predicament was not at all lost on me...
Humming merrily to herself, Cindi bent down, slid her big
hands under the sides of the box and then straightened, lifting
the box, with me bound and gagged inside it, to hold it out at
arm's length and admire her now completed handiwork, the muscles
of her massive arms barely flexed from the effort. "Roger, my
little pet," she giggled, "you look positively adorable, all
wrapped up like that. Alanna will absolutely go ga-ga over you!
I can hardly wait to see the look on her face when she sees her
new, little toy!"
If I could have, I would have screamed! But the best I
could do through the gag was a series of muffled squeals as she
carefully set me back down in the center of the coffee table and
bounced out of the room.
How long I sat there waiting I couldn't tell, for there was
no clock in the room, but at long last I heard Nana's car pull
into the driveway. A few moments later, just as I heard the
front door open, Cindi returned to stand in front of me. I heard
a deep, rich, unmistakably feminine voice boom, "Baby sister!"
And then Alanna burst into the room.
At first I couldn't see her with Cindi blocking my view.
Then arms so massive and corded with muscle as to almost defy
description, easily as big around as my waist, encircled Cindi's
chest, swept her 245 lb. frame up off the floor and whirled her
around and around like a doll! I got a glimpse of a mane of
long, jet black hair swirling over shoulders and a tanned,
solidly muscular back, barely covered by a brief, white sunsuit,
that seemed as broad as a doorway and tapered in a sharp "V" to a
comparatively narrow waist, tightly rounded buns and gigantic,
powerfully muscled thighs and calves. Apprehension and dread now
swept over me like a rip tide as I realized that this female
titan was holding the towering Cindi helpless almost a foot off
the floor, and the tops of their heads were about level with each
other! Alanna had to be over seven and a half feet tall!
"Oooof!" Cindi gasped. "Take it easy, Al! You're gonna
crack my ribs!" She had both her huge hands on Alanna's even
more massive forearms, straining futilely to break the bigger
girl's grip.
"Sorry, baby, didn't mean to get carried away. It's just so
great to see you again after all these months." Her back to me,
Alanna lowered her younger sister to her feet and, with her hands
on Cindi's shoulders, held her at arm's length. "Hey!" Her
voice, now a deep murmur, was almost bell-like. "You've grown a
good six inches since the last time I was home!"
"Eight," Cindi corrected her. "And two hundred forty five
pounds, all solid muscle. You better watch out, big sister,
'cause in a couple of years I'm gonna be a match for you!"
"Maybe more than a match, when you're full grown," Alanna
mused. "You're a good two inches taller and ten pounds heavier
than I was at your age!"
Cindi was clearly pleased at the compliment. "Thanks, Sis,"
she grinned. "But, speaking of matches, aren't you gonna look at
your graduation present?" Her eyes were suddenly sparkling with
glee. "I wrapped him myself," she added proudly.
"Graduation present? Where?" Alanna obviously hadn't
noticed me, and now she turned to look down at the package
resting on the coffee table with my head sticking out the top,
partially covered by the gag and wrapped in bows. And, for the
first time, I saw her face. It was as though an electric shock
jolted me; she was the picture of her mother! Younger, of
course; much, much bigger and far more muscular, a titaness who
all but dwarfed her gigantic mother and sister, but her gloriously
beautiful features could easily have been her mother's
twenty years ago.
She closed her eyes momentarily, shook her head in disbelief
and then a deep, throaty, volcanic laugh erupted from her titanic
frame. "This is too much!" she rumbled. "Where'd you find this
one, Mom? Kindergarten?"
"Actually, dear," Nana's voice same from the doorway, behind
Alanna, but blocked by her older daughter's gargantuan frame,
"he's about your age and works in my accounting department.
You'll find him very attractive and capable, both as a finance
man--and in other ways as well."
Alanna bent over me, tilted the box in which I was wrapped
back, slid an incredibly huge, yet shapely, hand under it and
effortlessly lifted it--and me--off the coffee table to hold it--
and me--at arm's length, her other hand resting against the side
of the box for balance. Unbelievably, the muscles of her massive
arm holding our combined weight were not even flexed! "Capable
in other ways, huh?" she murmured. "I suppose that means you've
already sampled him, right, Mom?"
"Of course, dear. Don't I always?"
Alanna sighed. "And, of course, as a result the poor,
little guy's hopelessly in love with you."
"Naturally. But you've never had a problem overcoming that
in the past, and I'm sure you won't with Roger, either. His
name, incidentally, is Roger Bixley. I'm giving him to you to
help you manage your new, financial planning department. He's
already made an excellent start in getting the department set up,
haven't you, Roger?" As, unable to speak, I nodded vigorously, I
saw her move around to stand next to her daughter. Even in the
high heels she was now wearing, the top of her head barely
reached above Alanna's massive shoulder. "Alanna's just completed
her MBA in finance, Roger," she told me, "and you'll be
her subordinate. In the office, and, if she decides to keep you,
which I'm quite sure she will, outside the office as well."
I heard Cindi, who had stepped to one side, giggle as Alanna
laughed her deep, rumbling laugh again. "As usual," she said to
me, "Mom has it all planned out. Well, little fella, I guess
we'd better get you unwrapped so we can get a better look at
you." She set the box back on the coffee table, undid the bows
from around my neck and head, stripped the wrapping paper from
the box in a single, swift motion, opened the top and, reaching
down behind my back, slid her huge hand under my buttocks and
lifted me easily out of the box to cradle my naked, folded up
body against her massive upper arm while she ran her eyes over me
approvingly. As I lay there, quivering in apprehension, she
murmured, "Hmmmm! Not bad so far. Okay, let's get this silly
harness off you." She quickly unsnapped my elbows, wrists and
ankles, and then, as I stretched my freed limbs to their full
length, transferred me to her other hand, effortlessly holding me
face down with most of my stomach gently encased in her huge
palm, her incredibly long, powerful fingers reaching well over
halfway around my slender waist! I couldn't help myself. I
started quivering again. "Jeez!" she marveled, "he really is a
little bit of a thing, isn't he? Can't be much more than five
feet tall and a hundred pounds! And the poor, little thing is
shaking like a leaf!"
"Five-two and one twenty," her mother corrected her with a
knowing smile, "but treat him gently, and you'll find he's big
enough in the right places. Even for you, dear."
Alanna grinned wolfishly. "We'll have to see about that,"
she murmured, and, taking the screwdriver her mother handed her,
deftly unlocked and removed the harness from my body. Then she
turned me so that I was laying face up in her single hand, still
wrapped around my quivering waist, and looked down at me
speculatively. "He's got a nice, soft, little body, I have to admit,"
she ventured as I gaped up at her, wide-eyed with fright, "but
with that gag over his face, I really can't see how pretty he is.
Guess I should take it off him."
"I dunno," Cindi offered. "You might not want to do that
right away. He did squeal a lot when I played with him last
weekend."
Alanna frowned down at me and, continuing to hold my helpless
body in the palm of one hand, covered my nose with a huge
forefinger of the other. "Now, little fella," she rumbled, "if I
ungag you you're not going to squeal or yell or cry or anything
like that, are you? Because, if you do, I'm going to put that
gag right back on you!"
Still wide-eyed and quivering, I shook my head vigorously,
and she reached over my head and gently removed the gag, then
lowered me to my feet to stand in front of her. Involuntarily I
looked down at her huge, sandal covered feet, easily twice the
size of my own, then upward to discover with a gasp that my eyes
barely reached to the cloth belt of her sunsuit! My God, I felt
tiny next to her! I had no chance to ponder my predicament,
however, for as I was looking up past the twin bulges in her
sunsuit almost a foot above me and easily the size of melons, yet
appearing strangely small and firm on her gargantuan physique,
she bent over me, encircled my waist with both her hands, her
thumbs and fingers overlapping by at least an inch around my
stomach and back, and effortlessly lifted me high into the air to
hold me at arm's length with my head nearly brushing the high
ceiling while she explored my naked body with her eyes.
"You're right, Mom!" she exclaimed. "He's gorgeous! I
think I just might keep him, after all!"
Now that I could speak, I found I still couldn't. My vocal
chords were literally frozen with fear. The pressure of Alanna's
hands on my waist was not great, just enough to hold me securely
in place, but I had no doubt that the powerful hands of this
gigantic titaness could easily crush the life from my body with
no effort at all! I looked pleadingly over at Nana, who smiled
knowingly. "I think you're frightening the poor, little thing,
Alanna," she told her daughter. "Why don't you take him upstairs
and show him how gentle you can be with him? It'll give you two
a chance to get better acquainted."
"Good idea, Mom." Grinning broadly, Alanna lowered and
turned me to cuddle my body against her wide bosom in a single,
incredibly long, massive arm that reached around my shoulders and
down my back, past my naked buttocks and encased both my upper
thighs in her huge hand as she took my chin, tilted my head back
against her shoulder with the other and inclined her lioness-like
head, half again the size of my own, to lightly kiss the tip of
my nose. "C'Mon, little guy," she whispered. "Let's you and I
go up to my bedroom and get to know each other real well!"
Cindi had made me feel like a child when she had held me on
her lap and rocked me the preceding weekend, but that was nothing
compared to the way I felt now. Alanna dwarfed Cindi in height,
muscle and strength as completely as Cindi herself dwarfed most
normal size men! Looking up into lovely, half-again-as-large-as-
life, features that could have been Nana's years ago, enveloped
by a single, massive arm that seemed as big around as my body and
was solid muscle, I realized that I could not even qualify as a
child compared to this titanic female; rather, I was little more
than a baby in her arms! And somehow that feeling seemed to
comfort me. My body stopped shaking, I felt myself relax, and I
found myself actually trying to snuggle closer to her giant bosom
as she carried me past her mother and sister upstairs to the
bedroom I had inhabited the week before.
Part Three
The Six of Us
Call me fickle, if you wish. The Saturday before I had been
hopelessly enraptured by Nana, brought to heights of unbelievable
ecstasy by her aggressive, powerful lovemaking and willing to do
anything for her favor. Yet that same evening I had also been
manipulated by her beautiful, 6'8", 245 lb., teenage daughter who
had played with my body as if it were her personal toy, and, even
as I had continued to long for Nana, I had loved every minute of
it! Now, here I was, cradled like a babe in the single arm of a
beautiful, Amazonian giantess over seven and a half feet tall
with unbelievably huge muscles that put even her mother and
sister to shame and, perhaps, as much as ten times my physical
strength. A young woman I had known for less than an hour, yet
of whom I was already becoming enamored!
In my defense, it had been made clear to me during the
preceding week that Nana had no continuing physical interest in
me. And the titanic Alanna was a much younger, much bigger and
obviously far stronger reincarnation of her gorgeous mother!
One thing was clear. The experiences of the preceding
weekend had changed me forever. Gone was any hope I might have
had of meeting and falling in love with a soft, passive woman my
own size. Nana and Cindi had all but ruined me for such women,
and now it appeared that Alanna was about to complete what they
had begun.
My feelings had not been lost on my beautiful captor. My
manhood was an erect, throbbing pole aimed directly at the ceil-
ing as she pushed open the bedroom door and carried me inside,
mingled expressions of amused satisfaction and unbridled lust on
her strong, lovely features. And my eyes were riveted on that
vision of overpowering beauty looming, half again life size, so
close above my head; I could not have torn them away had I wanted
to. Neither of us had spoken to the other; neither of us had had
to, for our eyes, our faces and our bodies clearly revealed that
we both wanted the same thing. Each other.
Laying me on my back on the oversized bed, she rose to her
full height to loom a mile above me. Quickly she stripped off
her sunsuit, brassiere and panties and kicked off her sandals, to
reveal a towering, magnificent symphony of naked, rippling
muscle, firm, full breasts and lush maidenhead. Then she slowly
raised both arms to flex softball size biceps and inhaled deeply,
briefly expanding her titanic chest to an unbelievably wide "V"
as her eyes locked with hypnotic intensity onto mine. I had only
a few, brief moments to digest the wondrous combination of
gargantuan muscularity and erotic femininity that was her body,
but in those few moments the image of her was indelibly impressed
on my mind forever. Shoulders so broad that I could have sat on
either of them with room to spare, a chest at least twice the
width and depth of my own tapering to a comparatively narrow
waist that was a veritable washboard of rock ribbed muscle and
tight, hard, flared hips. Huge thighs, a yard long and as big
around as my chest, deeply corded with dancing, bulging, rippling
muscle, and calves that were balloons of solid steel. In sum, a
vision of colossal, overpowering, Amazonian beauty that no mere
man could resist--and few would want to!
Yet, as I gazed up at this incredible giantess in awe,
admiration and lust, nagging doubts began to form in my mind.
How could I possibly satisfy a female nearly twice my size and,
perhaps, three times my weight? Not that I wasn't reasonably
well endowed for a 5'2", 110 lb. man, but I only had two legs,
and for this titanic female it seemed as though I'd need a third!
And if I could satisfy her, could I survive her lovemaking?
But I was given no chance for second thoughts. Her face a
mask of desire, she hissed, "And now, my soft, tiny man, you are
mine!" And then, like a giant, female lioness about to devour her
prey, she was upon me, her mighty frame enveloping me and her
huge hands pressing my shoulders deep into the soft mattress as
her open mouth, half again the size of my own, descended to
capture mine!
It was almost as though she had wrapped me in a cocoon; I
felt almost like a baby in a womb, completely surrounded by the
deep mattress beneath me and rising on either side and her
magnificent body on top of me. If I could have, I think I might
even have curled up into a fetal position, but the weight of her
titanic frame mashing me flat into the mattress would have made
that impossible. Her gaping mouth was devouring most of my lower
face, her lush, full lips all but blocking my nose and reaching
almost to my chin, even though my own mouth had opened wide to
receive her. My throbbing penis was bent almost painfully flat
against the rock hard washboard of her abs as she settled down on
me, slid her huge arms behind my head and around my waist and
wrapped her massive thighs around my knees and calves, pinning my
legs together. I squealed into her open mouth, afraid for a
moment she was going to crush my fragile, little body, but the
softness of the mattress protected me and the pressure of her
arms around me remained oddly gentle. And my squeal of protest
became a moan of pleasure as I felt her flex and undulate her abs
against my manhood, sending pangs of ecstasy through my helpless
body.
Finally, then, she lifted off me, and, for the first time I
was aware of the musk odor of her desire, enveloping and overpowering
my senses as quickly as she had enveloped and overpowered
my body. As my throbbing, aching member sprang to attention, I
felt her arm slip from around my waist and slide a heavy pillow
down the sides of the mattress and under my hips. With one hand
still behind my head holding me in place, she moved up on me
until her full, hard breasts were literally resting on top of my
forehead my face pressed hard against the solid "V" of her chest.
Again she began to undulate her body against mine, and suddenly I
was aware of strange, prickling sensations over the tip of my
penis, flooding my body with spasms of ecstasy as she titillated
me with her thick bush and the lips of her clit. I heard a deep
sigh rumble through her titanic frame, and then we were gasping
and moaning in unison as she continued to play with me. I
wrapped both my arms around her solid waist, straining to pull
her down on me, but she barely seemed to notice my efforts.
Finally, when it seemed that I was about to go insane with
desire, she settled over me, pressing me deep into the soft
mattress again, trapped my legs between her massive thighs and
took me into her. Amazingly, the swollen walls of her channel
closed over me tightly, and, as the smell of musk mingled with
the sweat of her giant frame, my body was suddenly enveloped in
ecstasy. My squeal of delight was muffled against her wide, hard
chest, but that was only the beginning. As I again wrapped my
arms tightly around those amazing curves of Amazonian muscle that
were her waist and lower back, I felt her slide a huge hand down
between my buttocks and the pillow, squeezing both my buns and
pulling me up to lock me securely inside her and make our bodies
one. And again I was encased in that magnificent prison of soft
linen and steel hard muscle that was now my universe, a universe
in which time stood still as my consciousness was submerged in a
torrent of desire and ecstasy!
Later, I remembered thinking that I should have been crushed
by her titanic frame notwithstanding the softness of the mattress
that supported me, but that somehow she had managed to put just
enough of her weight on her elbows and thighs to keep me firmly
in place without mashing me flat. At the moment, however, I
could have cared less. My mind was consumed with the ecstasy of
the moment, the gentle undulations of her magnificent body over
mine and her deep, rumbling sighs as she reached her first
plateau of pleasure, and then another and another until at last,
by some miracle, she brought us to our final climax, a soaring
pinnacle of pure rapture that enveloped my entire body in an
avalanche of orgasmic ecstasy. It was only when, with a final
sigh and shudder of her great body as my own orgasm subsided, she
rolled off me onto her back and then gathered my small, trembling
body to hers, that I realized that we had climaxed together.
"M--my God!" I whispered shakily, "that--that was unbeliev-
able!"
She heaved another, deep sigh, then turned on her side and,
pulling me closer to her, smiled down at me. "Better than with
Mom?" she asked, her eyes shining with unconcealed mischief.
There had been no comparison, but I had to think a moment
before answering that one. "After this," I whispered finally,
"I--I can't remember..."
She chuckled, bent down and kissed me lightly. "Nicely
put," she murmured. "Wouldn't want to have to tell Mom she's
slipping, would we?"
"Was--was it good for you?"
"Mmmmmm. Very." She kissed me again. "Mom was right, as
usual. Of course," she added with a grin, "we've yet to test
your staying power..."
"My--my what?"
"You're staying power." She reached down to give my nose a
gentle tweak between a massive thumb and forefinger. "You didn't
think you were going to get away with just one, did you? After
all, it's been months since I've had a little man to play with!"
Before I could respond, she slid her arm out from under me and
stood up. "Don't move," she told me. "I'll be right back."
As if I could! My body was practically numb with exhaustion!
And she was going to put me through the wringer again?!?
The thought was mind boggling--and not a little scary... And
yet...
She had disappeared into the bathroom, but emerged in a
moment to disappear again into her huge, walk-in closet. When
she came out a few seconds later, I did a double take. She was
still nude, but now her feet were encased in a pair of high
heeled pumps, with stems that looked to be at least six inches in
height! She came over the bed and stood over me, that same
mischievous grin decorating her lovely features.
"On your feet, little one," she ordered. "You might as well
get used to looking way up at me, 'cause this is the way you're
going to see me most of the time."
Shaking my head in disbelief, I crawled to the edge of the
bed and, with some effort, swung my legs over the side, noting,
as I did so, that my feet dangled several inches above the floor.
Before I could slide to the floor, she reached down to slide a
huge hand around my chest and gently lift me off the bed and set
me unsteadily on my feet.
"Can you stand?" she asked.
"I--I think so..."
"Then stand up straight, little man, and get yourself an
eyeful."
I obeyed, and, with a shock, realized that I was now actually
looking up at her navel! And the lush bush of her maidenhead
was only a couple of inches below my chin! I gasped,
inadvertently leaned back against the side of the bed and craned
my neck to gape up past the twin mounds of her bare breasts into
her twinkling eyes, now a good yard above my own!
"Want to know my stats?" She was grinning broadly down at
me, now.
"My God, yes!"
"Well," she murmured, "I stand seven feet seven and one-half
inches in my bare feet, just under eight two in these heels.
Right now I'm carrying about ten extra pounds at 347, mostly
water--not enough time to work out during the MBA program--but
I'll lose that in a couple of weeks in Mom's downstairs gym."
She paused a moment to let that sink in, then bent down and
cocked her right arm under my nose, inflating a softball size
bicep. "Biceps are 26" pumped," she continued, "and the forearms
are 22", both hard as rocks. Here, feel."
Hesitantly, I laid my small hand lightly over her massive
bicep and then up along her equally massive forearm, corded with
muscle, marveling at the hardness of both that, somehow, did not
detract--yes, even enhanced--the erotic, overpowering femininity
of this giant Amazon. I was almost disappointed when she
straightened, put her hands on her hips and took a deep breath,
expanding and her chest into an unbelievably broad "V".
"Chest is 61" flexed, including the spread of my lats," she
went on, "and the waist is 32". Hips 46", thighs 38", calves
29". Impressed?"
"My God!" I breathed in awe. "How--how strong are you?"
Her laugh was a deep, rolling peal of thunder. "Probably
the strongest human in the world, stronger than any man or woman
alive," she replied matter of factly, "at least until Cindi grows
up. But I'm 100% woman, no steroids. All genetics, nutrition
and conditioning. I can bench 700 on a good day, clean and jerk
650, deadlift 1200. I've pushed 2200 with my legs alone, and do
one arm curls at 225. That strong enough for you, little one?"
Seeing the look of amazement and apprehension on my face, she
laughed again. "But don't worry, my tiny man. As you've seen,
I'm very gentle with my toys. Have to be, 'cause soft, tiny,
pretty men like you are the kind that turn me on. I won't hurt
you as long as you behave yourself, and what I've done to you so
far is nothing compared to what's in store for you. Baby, you
are in for an experience of a lifetime! Starting right now!"
Before I could react, she stooped, gripped the back of my
neck and head with one hand and spun me around so that I was
standing sideways to her, then, with her other hand, pressed my
knees together against the side of the bed so that she could wrap
her long fingers around behind both of them, pinning my legs
together. The next thing I knew, I was lifted bodily off the
floor, held horizontally face up, tightly against her firm, full
breasts, and stretched rigid, almost to the point that I thought
she might literally tear me in two! I squealed in protest and
tried to force my legs apart, but even the strength of my thighs
was no match for her powerful fingers! Except for my arms and
lower legs, I was completely immobilized and helpless! And even
my squealing protests were stifled as her open mouth crashed down
to capture mine, mashing my head back against her open palm and
sucking me dry as her tongue explored the inside of my mouth at
will.
After a seeming eternity, she released my lips, and only
then did I realize that my manhood was again erect with desire.
But she hadn't finished arousing me. The week before Nana had
held me helpless on the bed while she covered my torso with
frenzied love bites and kisses until I was screaming for release.
Now Alanna would do the same to me, while holding my helpless
body rigid in her powerful grasp at least six feet off the floor!
Nor would she be content to limit herself to my chest and stomach
as Nana had; with her much longer reach, everything from my neck
to my knees was fair game, even my ticklish sides and throbbing
penis! My body was no longer my own, if, indeed, it ever had
been since its capture by this Amazonian giantess; it was her
personal playground, to be kissed, licked, nibbled, bit and
sucked like an ear of corn! And I was completely powerless to
stop her! My arms were free, but one was trapped below me when
she pressed me against her, and about the only thing I could do
with the other was reach up to try to hit her or pull her hair,
which I knew would probably get me nothing but a sound spanking.
So I could only writhe helplessly in mingled agony and ecstasy,
alternately sobbing, moaning and then screaming with laughter
while her hungry mouth and tongue devoured my tender flesh.
Again I lost all track of time, conscious only of being
suspended in midair against her solid bosom, the strain of my
body being stretched to its limit as she moved me back and forth,
and the wild sensations to which her lips, tongue and teeth were
subjecting me as they traveled up and down my chest, stomach,
sides and thighs. When at last I felt her lush, full lips engulf
my throbbing penis I feared for a moment she was going to bite it
completely off, but her lovemaking suddenly became gentle, and I
found myself being caressed by mouth and tongue until I was sure
I was going to orgasm on the spot. Somehow, though, she held me
back--how, I will never understand--until my body was raging with
desire, and I was literally begging to be taken.
Suddenly my penis was released, and I felt, rather than saw,
her pivot and lay down on her back on the bed and then turn me
and lay me down on top of her, forcing my face again into the
wide "V" of her chest just below her breasts. The hand that had
held my knees together now moved to grip both my buttocks and
maneuver me into the paradise of her womanhood, and then her
massive thighs wrapped around my legs to lock me in place. Again
the smell of musk and sweat all but overwhelmed me, but, to me,
it was now the sweetest of smells, for it confirmed the miracle
of her desire for me--a miracle, indeed, that such a magnificently
beautiful and powerful Amazonian goddess could possibly
want this puny and insignificant body that was mine. As for me,
I was at home, a small child perched on a lofty summit of rock
hard, pulsating, sensuous muscle, and in the only place I wanted
to be, inside her, and a part of a divine, glorious temple that I
wanted only to worship and obey.
And obey I did, unconsciously, for, as before, she was in
complete control, manipulating me to the point of orgasm, then
holding me back until she was ready, and finally bringing us to
climax together, a shattering, unbelievable crescendo that
carried me beyond sensation to an almost dreamlike state of pure
ecstasy.
When I came to my senses, she was sitting in the rocking
chair in the corner of the bedroom, the same one in which Cindi
had put me to sleep the week before, with me cuddled in her lap,
one massive arm over my shoulder and around my back and the other
encircling my hips, my head nestled in the broad curve of her
breast and shoulder. I looked groggily up at her beautiful,
larger than life features looming above me, my heart in my eyes,
and her gentle smile told me she was ready to accept my adoration.
"You're holding up pretty well, little one," she murmured,
"but I think you still have a little something left for me."
Suddenly I couldn't get close enough to her. I wanted every
inch of me, from my head to my toes, to feel the magnificence of
her, to become a tiny part of the wondrous beauty and power that
was her body. I curled up as tightly as I could against her,
buried my face in the curve of her breast and slid my arms around
her neck and shoulder. "Hold me, please," I whispered. "Hold me
tight. Don't ever let me go!"
A deep chuckle rumbled through her titanic frame, and I felt
her arms tighten around me, pressing me hard against her, and
then her huge hands, stroking, caressing and kneading my soft
flesh. It was as though I were completely enveloped by her, and
for the first time I really felt I was wholly and completely a
part of her.
At the same time, those gentle caresses were all too
familiar; she was obviously titillating me again, with the clear
intention of taking me a third time. There was a moment of
apprehension; could I possibly respond to her again so quickly?
And how many more times would I be expected to perform? The last
thing I wanted at this point was to fail her. But my concern was
only for a moment, for, as pangs of desire again began to awaken
in my loins, I knew that I had surrendered--no, that she had
taken--control of my body, that I belonged to her completely, and
that she could arouse me at will and bring me to orgasm as often,
and in any way, she chose.
Even in my foggy state of arousal, I could not help but be
aware of the incongruity of my situation. I had been raised, and
all my experience to date had taught me, to believe that man was
designed to be the sexual aggressor, to control the act of love
and by erotic foreplay to kindle in a woman the ardor necessary
to bring her to the complete fulfillment of her sexuality. But
not in this house. Here the roles were totally reversed; women
were in control, and men forced to play the "feminine" part, mere
passive vessels to be caressed, fondled, aroused and ultimately
taken. These women needed no foreplay to awaken their desire.
In every sense they were the sexual aggressors, bringing me to
arousal, then to climax, and even controlling the timing and
intensity of my orgasm! And, amazingly, it all seemed perfectly
natural! For, in the hands of these beautiful Amazons, I had
experienced ecstasy far beyond anything I had ever known!
With Alanna, however, I had only begun to sample the
delights that were to come. Afterwards, I remember thinking that
what she did to me I would never have believed possible for a
woman to do to a man. Yet, as I finally sank into oblivion, I
could not remember exactly what she had done, only one incredible
orgasm after another, and, in my mind, even they were blended
into a single, continuous state of ecstasy that seemingly had
lasted for hours! And as I slept, there were soft voices in my
mind telling me over and over that I belonged to her, body and
soul, that my mind and body were now hers to command...
Suddenly, then, I was awake. Wide awake. I looked around,
but it seemed that I was alone. There was a strange mist in the
room, obscuring everything. I blinked, shook my head, but it was
still there. I sat up and looked down at my naked body. Oh,
God! From my neck to my knees I was a single mass of dark,
brown, mottled blotches! She had really done a job on me! There
would be no loosened ties and open necked shirts at work next
week. But, at least, she had spared my face...or, at least, I
hoped she had!
I sighed and swung my legs around to get off the bed, then
stopped with a jolt. I couldn't see the edge of the bed! Again
I looked around. Somehow, the bed seemed even softer than it
had. I started to slide forward, felt my feet go over the edge,
and dropped to the floor.
But it wasn't the floor! I was standing on the white linen
sheet that covered the mattress! I turned and looked up at the
wall of white linen from which I had dropped, and my stomach did
a flip-flop as I realized that I had been sitting on a pillow!
Jesus Christ! What in God's name had happened to me?
"Alanna!" I yelled.
There was no answer.
"Alanna, please!" I yelled again. "Where are you? What the
hell's going on here?"
The mist that surrounded me began to swirl, as though
something were moving through it. Something gigantic! The mist
was swirling all around me and as far up as I could see. Then,
without warning, the mattress on which I stood became a steep
slope, and I was sliding down it to collide with a high, curved
wall of solid, rippling, flesh covered muscle.
A thigh. Alanna's thigh? I craned my neck to peer upward,
but the wall of flesh disappeared into the swirling mist. I
could see nothing until, suddenly, a great shadow appeared above
me, descending slowly toward me, parting the mist as it came. It
was a hand, a giant hand, longer and broader than I was tall,
with fingers equally long and thicker than my chest and nails
that would have reached from my feet over halfway to my knees!
Before I could react, a single nail had pushed both my feet out
from under me and tumbled me backward into the hard, creased
flesh of a giant palm.
I felt myself being raised, high into the air. I rolled
over onto my hands and knees and started to get to my feet, but
the footing was uneven, and a quick look at the white mattress
disappearing into the mist far below made me think better of it.
Instead, I looked around for something to grab for support, but
there was nothing but the broad ridges and creases of hard flesh.
I spread my hands and feet and prayed that my fleshy platform
would stay reasonably level as I was raised higher and higher
through the mist.
Then, above me, a giant, oval shadow appeared. As I was
brought closer to it, I could make out a flowing mane of black
hair and gorgeous features that, under normal circumstances,
would have been a welcome sight. It was Alanna, but, my God!
She was huge! If I had been standing on her chin my head would
barely have reached to her nose! And her full, red mouth, now
pursed in a faint smile, was almost as wide as I was tall, easily
large enough to swallow me whole! Although from my vantage point
it was difficult to gauge accurately how big she was, I guessed
either that I had been shrunk to only a few inches or she had to
be nearly 80 feet tall!
This couldn't be happening, I told myself; it had to be some
kind of dream! Yet it was so real! I could actually feel the
hard flesh of that giant palm on my naked body! And, for the
first time since I had been captured--and captivated--by these
Amazonian females, I knew real, mind-numbing fear. Not that I
hadn't known fear before; my first encounter with Cindi's crushing
embraces had been terrifying, but it had been nothing like
this. This was not an Amazon I was facing now, but a terrifyingly
monstrous, 80 foot giantess who could squash me between
thumb and forefinger as though I were nothing but a bug!
Instinctively, I fell backward against the broad curve of her huge
fingers--which, fortunately for me, were closed--shaking and
cowering in abject terror.
A second hand came out of the mists, its forefinger extended
down to me, and a giant, pointed fingernail lightly traced a
broad line from my throat to my groin. A peal of deep thunder
erupted from her mouth and reverberated around me, which it took
me a moment to realize was a soft chuckle. When she finally
spoke, it was in a whisper, but she was holding me so close to
her mouth, her words hit me like a 20 knot wind. "Does my tiny
man like being a doll?"
So that was it! "My God, Alanna!" I screamed. "What--what
have you done to me?"
Again that thunderous chuckle. "Why, baby," she whispered
in reply, "can't you tell? I've shrunk you. You're now exactly
six inches tall."
"That's--that's impossible!"
Her lips parted in an amused smile, revealing her perfect,
glisteningly white teeth, each now as big as my head. "You think
so, my little toy? I thought you might. Here, let me show you."
Her other hand appeared again out of the mist, but this time
holding an oddly familiar, doll-like figure, with long, flowing,
blonde hair halfway down its back, an hourglass figure and wide,
innocent eyes and a glassy smile on a lovely, teenage face. A
naked Barbie doll! Its arms were extended out, palms up, and
bent upward, as though intended to carry something.
"Stand up, little one."
The giant fingers against which I had been cowering bent
upward to provide support for my back as I obediently stumbled to
my feet. She stood the doll on her palm in front of me, holding
it upright with two mammoth fingers, and, with a shock, I saw
that it was nearly twice my height! My eyes barely reached above
its hairless crotch!
"I played with this doll as a child, little one," she went
on in that same, soft whisper. "It was the only model the
company made that was fully poseable. Like all of them, it is
exactly eleven and one-half inches tall. Unfortunately, all the
boy dolls were too big to play with the way I wanted. Until now,
that is..."
Suddenly the doll was turned sideways, its bent arms slid
behind my back and knees, and then righted again, sweeping me
bodily off my feet. The giant hand on which I had been standing
immediately moved the doll's arms up tightly around me, pinning
my arms to my sides and my legs together, then turned and inclined
its head so it was smiling glassily down at me. Instinctively,
I struggled against the pressure of the doll's arms, but,
to my amazement and dismay, I couldn't budge them! And I was
greeted with another, thunderous chuckle--or was it a giggle?--as
Alanna held the doll--and me--in the palm of her hand and turned
us to face her.
This was unbelievable! I, a grown man, was being cradled,
helpless as a baby, in the plastic arms of a goddam Barbie doll!
"Alanna, for God's sake, please!" I begged. "Get me outa
here!"
"But you look so cute and tiny, all cuddled up in Barbie's
arms like that," she cooed. "I could just eat you up!"
Under the circumstances, that trite phrase had more signifi-
cance than I cared to contemplate.
"Alanna!" I screamed. "Please!"
She wrinkled her giant nose at me, creating ridges almost
big enough for me to climb over. "Oh, all right," she breathed.
"Party pooper!" But then, with a broad grin, "You are awfully
cute, though." A huge thumb and middle finger appeared around
the doll's arms and pulled them down, dumping me onto her palm,
and then, to my relief, I watched Barbie disappear into the mists
below. But, as I turned my attention back to Alanna, the sense
of relief was quickly replaced with apprehension.
She had raised her hand so that I was now mere inches--by
her scale, not mine--from her open mouth, and she was licking her
lips with a mammoth, pink tongue and eyeing me hungrily. I
shrank back against her curved fingers again.
"Wha--wha--what are you gonna do, now?" I squeaked.
She bit her lip and grinned. "Ever been kissed by an 80
foot woman, baby? That's about how tall I'd be if you were
normal size."
"You've got to be kidding!"
"I never kid about things like that. You know something? I
bet I could get you from your neck to your toes, turn your little
body into one, great big hickey!"
"For God's sake, Alanna, you've already done that!"
Again that deep, reverberating chuckle. "Nope. Only got
you to your knees, and even there it looks like I missed a couple
of spots. Get ready, baby, you're going to love this!"
Her other hand appeared above my head, and a huge thumb and
forefinger on either side of me gently imprisoned my upper arms,
lifted me off her palm and laid me on my back along the crease at
the base of her fingers. As I gaped up in horror, her mammoth,
parted lips descended over me to completely encase me, from my
throat to my feet, in an envelope of soft, firm, moist flesh and
pin my arms to my sides and my legs together as she gently sucked
my naked body in against her teeth, keeping her fingers lightly
against her mouth to hold me in place. My head was free, but
immobilized by the pressure of the side of her mouth under my
chin and her little finger against the back of my neck, and I
could only see the vast expanse of her cheek and huge nostrils
above me breathing warm air down over my face. I was aware of
movement and sensed that she was lifting her head high to ensure
I did not fall out of my fleshy prison. Then I felt her teeth
part slightly and the moist tip of a giant tongue traveling along
the length of my body, licking and stroking my chest, stomach,
genitals and legs while her lips gently massaged my sides and
back.
How can I describe the indescribable? The sensations of
one's entire body being completely enveloped, caressed and
titillated in a blanket of soft, warm, moist flesh, of bodily
fluids being literally drained through your skin? I was no
stranger to having my body subjected to intense, passionate,
loving, sucking kisses by these Amazonian women; two consecutive
weekends of being covered with hickeys were proof of that! But
the emotions of those experiences, incredible as they had been,
did not begin to compare with what I was feeling now. Magnify,
if you can, the thrill of a single kiss on, perhaps, a square
inch of your torso by the size of your entire body, and add to
that the sensation of a giant tongue caressing a now erect and
throbbing penis, and you might have some inkling of the euphoria
which I was experiencing at that moment.
My senses were reeling, my consciousness totally submerged
in feelings of ecstasy and desire, but in the back of my mind I
knew I was dangerously close to exploding into her mouth. And
explode I did, in a climax that flooded my senses for a seeming
eternity and literally carried me to the brink of insanity. I
vaguely remember that I was moaning incoherently as the orgasm
finally subsided and she gently deposited my limp and quivering
body back into the palm of her hand.
"Mmmmmmmm!" I felt, as much as heard, her murmur through
barely parted lips only inches above me. "Tasty little morsel,
aren't you?"
I couldn't answer her. I had lost all control, and could
only lay there on my back, helpless, my eyes half closed, aware
only of the titanic features that filled my field of view and the
sense that my body had been completely drained of all feeling.
Even when she slowly lowered her lips to lightly coter my body
with a long, tender, loving kiss, I felt nothing.
"My poor, tiny toy," she whispered. "I guess that was
almost too much for your fragile, little body. But I'll bet you
loved it, didn't you?"
I managed to nod and croak, "It was--it was unbelievable!"
She gave another, deep, soft laugh. "I thought you might.
But be warned, you're not going to have all the fun. You'd
better perk up real quick, 'cause now it's your turn to give me
some."
I stared up at her uncomprehendingly. In my present, tiny
state, how could I possibly do that? Then it hit me.
Oh, Jesus, no!
Suddenly, almost miraculously, I was alert, and strength--
what little I had!--and feeling were flooding back into my
muscles. I scrambled to my feet, wrapping my arm around one of
her fingers for support. "Alanna!" I yelped. "You can't mean--
You can't possibly mean--" But her broad grin told me that's
exactly what she meant. "My God!" I screeched. "I'd suffocate
in there!"
She laughed aloud then, a peal of thunder that rattled my
eardrums. "Now, really, tiny one," she murmured soothingly, "do
you really think I'd risk losing you? After all, Mom says I do
need you at the office, and you're so little and cute I'm going
to keep you for a long, long time!"
"But--but--"
My protests were stifled before I could finish. She had
wrapped her fingers around me, raised me to her right breast and
mashed my face into the tip of a hard, rough nipple that was
easily half the size of my head. The next thing I knew she was
sliding me around her breast, massaging it with my tiny body,
before returning my face to the nipple. "Lick me! Bite me!
Hard!" she commanded.
I had no intention of obeying, for I knew that if she got
herself sufficiently aroused she could crush my fragile, little
body by accident. Besides, there was no way I could get that
monstrous nipple inside my mouth. Nevertheless, to my amazement
and consternation, my mouth opened wide and I found myself
licking and trying desperately to bite its hard, rough surface.
I tried to stop, but my mouth and tongue simply would not respond.
It was as though they had a mind of their own!
Only then did I begin to realize what might really be
happening to me...
I felt her heave a deep, titanic sigh, and then she trans-
ferred me to her other breast, where I was forced to continue my
puny efforts at arousal. Then between her breasts, down her
broad chest and over the bruising washboard of her abs, all the
while licking and biting as hard and fast as my tiny mouth and
tongue were able. I had absolutely no control over them. When I
reached the dense jungle of her bush, she whispered breathily,
"Stop! Now!" and, true to form, I stopped. From the tightness
in her voice and the familiar odor of musk rising from below her
bush, it was obvious that my tiny efforts at arousal had been
successful.
Or, perhaps, they had not been as tiny as they had seemed to
me...
I knew what was coming next, and, although I expected it to
be unpleasant, I was no longer afraid; I was pretty sure I'd be
able to breathe. Nevertheless, I tried to look up at her for
reassurance, but everything above her huge navel was obscured by
the mist. Then I heard her whispered voice again, still tight
and hoarse with desire, through the mist.
"Now, my little penis man, I will take my pleasure from you,
and you will know ecstasy like never before! Stiffen up and take
a deep breath, darling!"
Automatically my body became rigid, and I inhaled deeply. I
felt her thumb and forefinger close on my arms and ankles,
pinning my arms to my sides and my feet together, and managed to
close my eyes barely an instant before I was plunged head first
into her bush, through the thick lips of her vulva and enclosed
by the soft, swollen folds of her vagina.
For a second I panicked. My body was completely encased in
a musky envelope of flesh and fluid, devoid of air! Instinctively
I raised my head a little against the pressure of her
channel, and suddenly found I could breathe where there was no
air...
Now I knew for sure!
But I had only a moment to contemplate my discovery, for, as
she began to work my body back and forth, my entire body was
enveloped in powerful sensations that eclipsed even those I had
felt before. This was incredible! Erotic sensations begin at
the top end of the penis and, with the right technique, can flood
most of the lower body, but these began at the top of my head and
cascaded through my consciousness all the way to my legs! The
orgasm I'd had when she'd held my body in her mouth had lasted to
the edge of insanity, but even that was no comparison to this.
This was a single, continuous, blinding, frightening orgasm that
intensified with every movement of my body through those soft
folds and threatened to carry me over the edge!
What had she called me? Her "little penis man"? My God!
She had turned my entire body into a raging, throbbing penis!
I vaguely remember trying to scream into the soft, sticky
folds of flesh that surrounded me. I felt them swell, increasing
the pressure on my body and intensifying the wild, orgasmic
sensations coursing through me even more! The explosion, when it
finally came, was beyond my capacity to endure. I sank into
blissful oblivion.
When I awoke, she was sitting in the rocking chair, and I
was again curled up on her lap, her arms around my shoulders and
thighs, my face buried in her neck. I felt limp and weak, barely
able to move. As I opened my eyes, I felt her hand on my
forehead, moving my head back to look up into her beautiful face.
Smiling, she bent her head to kiss me lightly on my lips.
"Wha-what happened?" My voice was thick and foggy as my
mind.
She laughed softly. "You passed out. I had to finish
myself with you in dreamland, and you've been out for over twenty
minutes. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to
come to." She planted another kiss on my forehead. "Did you
like it?"
"It was--almost too much. I thought I was going to lose my
mind..." Then, suddenly, I was aware that the mist was gone.
"Hey, wait a minute! I'm--"
"Normal size again," she finished for me. "Can't have you a
six inch doll forever, can we?" Her eyes locked onto mine. "You
realize, I hope, that, like it or not, you're mine, now. You
belong to me, baby, your body and mind are mine for as long as I
want to keep you. Which, considering your performance this
afternoon, I expect to be a long, long time."
I smiled up at her. "I know," I whispered.
"No objections?"
"No. I--I love you, Alanna."
She grinned. "Well, that's a pretty good start. Another
session like this one, and I think I can turn that love into
absolute worship. What d'you think?"
I smiled wanly. "I think I may be there already," I
confessed. "How did you do that to me? I've never experienced
anything even close before. I doubt any man has."
She pursed her lips in amusement. "A little technique Mom
taught me," she replied, "although you're the first man I've ever
used it on. It really works." Suddenly serious, she added, "I
hope you realize, little one, that you're completely under my
control. And not just physically. I can make you do or feel
anything I want you to, just by telling you. Are you sure you
can handle that?"
I closed my eyes. "I know," I said again. "If I could
handle what you just did to me, I think I could handle almost
anything, just to be with you."
She pursed her lips again. "I wonder if you really do," she
mused. "Maybe I ought to give you another, little demonstration."
When my eyes widened in alarm, she chuckled, "Don't
worry, baby, I'll take it easy on you this time. Right now you
feel pretty well shot, don't you?"
"Like a limp dishrag."
"Then watch this. Penis up!"
Instantly I was erect and throbbing against her rock hard
abdomen, my body pulsating with desire! "My God!" I gasped.
"Now," she murmured, "go under and have a mild orgasm."
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than I was bathed
in wave after wave of ecstasy, not as powerful as I had experienced
before, but, in my depleted condition, more than I could
take. Even worse, it didn't stop! It was wonderful! And it was
horrible! I moaned and writhed helplessly in her mighty arms as
she looked down at me with amusement.
Only when I thought I was going to pass out again did I hear
her say, "Okay, that's enough! Come out of it!" And immediately
the orgasm subsided.
And left me wanting more!
My body was shaking from head to toe, but I managed to look
down at myself. With a shock, I saw that I hadn't ejaculated!
"I thought you said you could handle anything," she chuckled.
"I said, 'almost anything'! What in God's name did you do
to me?" I croaked.
"Gave you a little pleasure, which I can give or withhold as
I choose. Get the picture now?"
"But--but--I didn't DO anything!" In my dazed state, I was
almost incoherent. "I mean, I didn't--there's no semen!"
She laughed. "But it was as good or better than the real
thing, wasn't it? Before I gave you both at once, that is."
"B--b--both at once?!? W--when did you do that?"
"I started doing it after you passed out the first time,"
she replied. "You see, my little toy, I can give you ten times
more ecstasy than any other woman you've ever known or ever will
know. That's your reward for being mine, keeping me satisfied--
which, incidentally, you've done very nicely this afternoon--and
just one of the many, many ways I have to keep you in line."
The revelation was mind boggling. I tried to think back, to
remember how it had been. She had taken me three times before
I'd fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion, and each of those
experiences had far eclipsed anything I'd ever known before. Yet
even those climaxes did not compare to the rapture she'd given me
afterward...
Then I remembered. The soft voices in my mind as I slept,
awakening to find myself a six inch doll man, the loss of control
over my body as it involuntarily responded to her verbal commands,
my ability to breathe where there was no air... I looked
down at myself, almost completely covered from my chest to my
feet with dark, brown splotches. Almost, but not entirely.
There were a few, small patches of white skin that shouldn't have
been there if my tiny, six inch body had been fully encased in
her hungry mouth...
I looked up at her accusingly. "You've hypnotized me!" I
blurted.
She grinned. "Something like that," she admitted. "As I
said, it's a little technique Mom taught me, enables me to take
complete control of your mind whenever I get the urge, make you
think and do anything I want you to."
"You didn't really shrink me, did you? It was all a dream!"
Her giggle was more like a deep, rumbling snigger. "That's
for me to know and you to guess, little man," she murmured. "The
point is, it was very real to you, wasn't it?"
It had been very real, indeed! Had it not been for those
few, minor incongruities, I never would have guessed. "But--but
why? As big and strong as you are, you don't need..." My voice
trailed off into a confused silence.
Her grin broadened. "More fun that way," she replied.
"And, I might add, a lot more pleasant for you than if I had to
turn you over my knee and spank you every time you got out of
line." Abruptly, then, she stood up, lifting me with her to
cradle me easily in her massive arms. "But, now, my little pet,
it's getting late, and we have company downstairs. Time for us
to get showered and dressed and go down and mingle."
"Company? Who?"
"You'll find out. And I guarantee that you're going to be
very pleasantly surprised."
She carried me into her huge bathroom and, transferring my
small body to a single arm, opened the glass door to the huge
shower stall and turned on the water. As she did so, I saw for
the first time that there was an alcove carved into the fiberglass
wall opposite the shower door in which two steps and a high
seat had been molded. When the water was the rieht temperature,
she stepped inside and placed me on the seat, bringing my eyes
just below the level of her shoulders. She took a bar of soap
from a dish next to the shower head and, after soaking herself
briefly under the shower, handed it to me.
"Get to work, little one," she instructed me. "Do me from
my neck all the way down."
I half expected my body to automatically obey her, but it
didn't, and then I remembered the words she had used to put me
under and bring me out of my hypnosis. Certainly no trance was
needed to make me want to explore with my hands that magnificent
skyscraper of gorgeous, shapely, powerfully muscled femininity!
Eagerly I soaped my hands and, as she faced me, reached up to
cover her massive throat and neck and wide, powerful shoulders
with thick, soapy lather.
How huge and hard were the muscles under her satiny skin!
My hands literally tingled at every touch, the feel of her
massive biceps, triceps and corded forearms; the incredible
spread of her lats as she spread her arms to permit access to her
smooth armpits; the firm, full breasts that looked so large to
me, yet so small on her wide, deep chest; and then the broad "V"
of her back, giant, rippling muscles and deep striations that, to
me, were a veritable roadmap to ecstasy! And I knew that she had
been right, that mere love could not do justice to such a glorious
creature. She was not merely a woman, but, rather, perfection
incarnate, an exquisite Goddess of overwhelming beauty and
power to be worshipped and served and to whom my life from this
day on would be totally dedicated.
I had to slide off the seat to the second, and then the
first, step to do her lower torso, and by then, amazingly, I was
sporting another, throbbing erection. I couldn't help myself;
she was so enormously enchanting, so overpoweringly erotic that,
even in my sated, drained condition, I knew my gonads had to be
working overtime to replace what she had taken! As I diligently
lathered the rock hard washboard of her abs, her hips and glutes,
and then to lightly massage her womanhood, I had to wonder if
there would ever be a time when I would not desire this
magnificent divinity of a woman.
Then I was kneeling before her--how appropriate that seemed
in her presence!--and my tiny hands traveling over massive,
corded thighs and huge, shapely, marble-like calves, lingering
lovingly to savor every curve and striation before moving down
her mile long legs to her feet, almost twice the size of my own,
yet as lovely and feminine as the rest of her. At that point I
was seized with an impulse I could not resist. I stretched up as
high as I could from my kneeling position, threw my arms around a
massive, soapy thigh, hugging it as hard as I could, and began
passionately kissing every part of that magnificent, rock hard
column that I could reach.
I heard her chuckle, and then a mighty arm descended behind
me. Powerful fingers encircled my waist, and I was plucked from
my knees like a doll to be held horizontally, face down, in front
of her before being returned to my seat on the wall of the
shower. "Now, now, my little pet," she rebuked me softly, a huge
hand cupping my face as she smiled down into my eyes, "there will
be plenty of time for that later. Now, just sit there and behave
yourself while I do my face and hair."
I wanted to cry out to her, to beg her to take me and make
me hers again, that she was my Queen, a Goddess before whom I
would gladly prostrate myself in adoration, that I would give
everything just to be an insignificant part again of the magni-
ficent temple of her body. But I did as I was told, suffering in
silence and drinking in with worshipful eyes and throbbing penis
every wave and ripple of her titanic back and arm muscles as she
vigorously washed her face and shampooed and rinsed her thick,
lustrous hair.
Then, turning to me, she said softly, "Your turn, little
one." Before I realized what was happening, she had wrapped long
fingers of a single, hand around my waist again and had lifted me
bodily out of my seat to hold me in front of her, out of the
stream of water, while she soaped her other hand by turning the
bar in her palm. "I think you're going to like this," she
murmured, and, continuing to hold me easily in one hand, proceeded
to gently lather me all over with the other.
"Like it" was the understatement of the year! The feel of
her huge, slippery hand stroking and sliding over my naked chest,
arms, stomach and sides, forcing my thighs apart to delicately
probe my aching privates, then down to completely encircle my
slender thighs and lower legs, sent spasms of ecstasy and desire
coursing through me. It was so wonderful I wanted her never to
stop, to feel those great, powerful, yet tender, hands on my body
forever! My eyes were closed in the sheer rapture of her touch,
and I felt myself writhing helplessly in her firm, but gentle,
grip as she turned me over to do my back, then shattered my
reverie by lifting me up into the stream of steaming hot water
and holding me there as it cascaded over my head and body and
rinsed me clean.
Sitting me back on the alcove seat, she soaped a washcloth
and, grinning down at me, washed and rinsed my face as though I
were a child, even to the point of cleaning my ears with a huge,
cloth covered forefinger. Indeed, that's exactly how I felt
before her giant, looming figure, like a small child being bathed
by his mother. Barely two weeks ago I would have been thoroughly
humiliated to have been treated this way, but I was far past that
now; now I loved it! Next she took the shampoo bottle and, with
the warning, "Better close your eyes, baby," vigorously rubbed
the thick lather into my hair, massaging it deep into my scalp.
I stiffened my neck, but so forceful were the actions of her
powerful fingers that my head bobbled about uncontrollably, and
she moved against me and pulled my face down between her breasts
to hold it in place. I couldn't help myself; I wrapped my arms
as far as I could around her massive, mighty chest to hug myself
closer to her until she casually broke the hold by stepping back,
sliding a single hand between my thighs to firmly encompass my
aching privates, lift me bodily out of my seat and hold me,
securely balanced in her palm, up under the shower again while
she rinsed the lather out of my hair with her other hand.
Again I was returned to the alcove seat, but this time she
took my head in her huge hands, covering both sides of my face
from my chin to the top of my head, and lowered her open mouth to
kiss me long and hard. The ecstasy of the moment emboldened me
out of my normal, passive state, and I slid my tiny hands between
us, probing for her breasts, finding them and delicately massaging
her nipples. I felt a deep sigh and momentary shudder of her
great body, and then a hand sliding behind my back and under my
buttocks, lifting me out of my seat, lowering me as she spread
her legs and turned to press me against the wall opposite the
shower head, then lifting me again to bury my face between her
breasts and, with now tepid water cascading over us, ram my erect
and pulsating penis into her swollen channel.
Not until Cindi had carried me to the brink of orgasm the
week before had I been taken by a woman this way, held helpless
off my feet and worked up and down like a yo-yo. Then the
feeling of utter impotence and the sense of horror at being raped
by a fifteen year old girl had been submerged in the surge of
erotic desire she had inflamed in me against my will, but they
had been there nevertheless. This time, however, there were no
such feelings. This was Alanna, not Cindi, and I wanted to be
taken any way she wanted me. And I knew that with Alanna there
would be no crushing pressure on my body to deny me my climax;
rather, her overpowering, yet gentle, embraces would bring us
both to yet another, unbelievable, simultaneous orgasm. Thus I
clung to her, my tiny hands on her breasts feverishly massaging
her nipples while she continued to manipulate me, until I felt
the soft folds of her womanhood tighten and caress me, then erupt
around me and carry me again to the pinnacle of rapture, only
dimly conscious of her gasping moans as she reached her own
climax. But even afterward, she continued to work me, extracting
the last bit of pleasure from my helpless body.
What's the phrase? Good to the Last Drop... I guess I was,
after all.
Finally I felt myself being lowered out of her, then raised
so her open mouth could capture mine in another long, loving
kiss, and I slipped my arms over her broad shoulders and around
her neck, my eyes closed, my body molded to hers in sweet surrender
to her embrace.
When at last she released my lips, I opened my eyes to see
her looking upward, an odd expression on her face, as though
she'd forgotten something.
"Whoops!" she said.
"What?"
"Forgot to turn you on."
I did a double take. "You forgot to what?"
"Turn you on. You know, flip your switch, put you under, so
I could give you both at once."
I had to bury my face in her neck to choke back a laugh.
"Alanna," I whispered, "It was so wonderful, I don't think I
would have known the difference."
"You would have if I'd remembered to do it," she replied
with a grin. "Anyway, looks like we have to clean each other up
again. We'd better do it quickly, too, while we still have some
warm water left."
I put my hands against her shoulders and gave a little push,
which, of course, moved neither of us so much as a centimeter.
"Then may I suggest we each do ourselves?" I asked laconically.
"If we do each other, we may never get out of here!"
She laughed, lowered me to the tile floor, retrieved and
soaped the washcloth and, bending down so that her heavy lidded
eyes were just above mine, quickly washed herself. Then, without
rinsing either herself or the cloth, she reached around behind me
to wrap a single hand around my waist and, as I gasped in surprise,
lifted me bodily off the floor to hold me almost horizontally in
front of her, out of the stream of water, while she
gently cleaned my privates as well. After rinsing us both off
under the now rapidly cooling shower, she turned off the water
and placed me back on the alcove seat.
"Sit right there, baby, and you'd better not move that cute,
little bottom of yours so much as an inch, unless you want me to
turn you over my knee and redden it for you," she told me with
mock severity. "I'll be back to get you in a sec."
With that, she stepped out of the shower, pulled a huge
towel from the towel bar above the tub opposite the shower and,
turning to face me and draping it sensuously over her shoulders,
began to pat her hair and body dry. Her eyes were locked onto
mine, and I couldn't have torn my gaze away from her had I wanted
to. And I certainly didn't want to! Her slow, deliberate
movements, the delicious dance of magnificent muscle as she slid
the towel around her towering figure and over that luxurious mane
of glossy, black hair, were almost hypnotically alluring. It was
a show I wouldn't have missed for anything!
Then she was in the shower stall again, draping that same
towel, wonderfully warm and damp with the fragrance of her body,
over my head and shoulders and wrapping me in it, then gripping
my upper arms through the towel and lifting me off the seat so it
could drop the rest of the way around me, well over a foot below
my feet. Still holding me almost at arm's length, she carried me
out of the stall, sat down on the side of the tub and sat me on
her lap so she could wrap the towel more securely around me and
pat my face and body dry. Then, cradling me in a single, long,
massive arm, she rose and carried me to the rocking chair.
The week before, Cindi had held me in her lap in that chair,
and I had felt like a child in the arms of its mother. But that
was nothing compared to the way I felt in the embrace of the
titanic Alanna! Now I was wrapped and cradled like a newborn
baby against the mammoth, naked bosom of an Amazonian titaness
who dwarfed even the giant Cindi, with only my face showing and
my entire torso encased in a single arm which reached from my
shoulders to my thighs and held me effortlessly well above her
lap! And I was loving it, wanting nothing more than for her to
hold me like that forever!
She had been right. Mere love could never be enough for
such a woman. Nothing less than abject worship could possibly
satisfy this magnificent Goddess, this divine temple of a woman.
And I was more than ready to give her the worship she deserved.
She had taken me and made me hers, and from that moment on
pleasing her would be the only thing that mattered in my life.
She was smiling down at me, her lovely, half-again-larger-
than-life features so close above my own, and must have seen the
look of adoration in my eyes, for she touched a huge forefinger
to the end of my nose and murmured, "I think my little baby likes
being held like this, doesn't he?"
And I whispered, "I'd love anything you wanted to do with
me, Alanna, as long as I knew you loved it, too. I know now that
you're everything I've ever wanted in a woman, and more."
She raised my lips to hers and kissed me long and tenderly.
"Then you're exactly where I want you to be, my little Roger,"
she whispered in reply. Then, with a twinkle in her eye, "And,
in case you're wondering, you're everything I've ever wanted in a
man, and less!"
It was the first time she'd used my name, and I savored the
sound, but only for a moment. Abruptly she stood up, walked to
the bed, and, rolling me out of her arms and the towel, tumbled
me onto the bed.
"Unfortunately, it's time to get dressed and go downstairs,
darling," she laughed. "But I guarantee you, we're going to pick
up where we left off later tonight!"
"Why? What time is it?" I looked around for a clock, but
saw none.
"After five, almost dinner time. You probably don't realize
it, baby, but we've been up here almost all afternoon, and we
have company you have to meet."
I hadn't realized how quickly the day had gone. I looked up
at her in surprise. "Company? Who?"
"You'll find out." She had pulled open a drawer of one of
the two, large dressers in the room, pulled out a light tan
garment and a matching pair of slippers, and returned to the bed
to loom over me. "Sit up, baby. Mom told me she had these made
for you, and these are what you're wearing for the rest of the
weekend."
Obediently, I pulled myself erect, only to find that the
garment was a loose, belted tunic, which she slipped over my head
and tied around my waist and which barely reached to my knees and
left my slender arms completely bare. I'd been given no under-
shorts, but I didn't have to ask why.
Instant availability!
After putting the slippers on my feet, she took me by the
waist, lifted me up to stand me on the floor and then seated
herself on the bed in front of me. Even sitting, her weight
pressing deeply into the soft mattress, our eyes were almost
level. Then, her eyes twinkling, she took a comb from the drawer
in the nightstand next to the bed and gently combed my hair!
I couldn't resist it. "Gee, Alanna," I asked, "do I get to
go to the bathroom alone?"
She laughed and gave my nose a little--and painful!--tweak.
"Don't get sassy," she warned me, "or Mama will spank!" She
stood up, produced a white halter and shorts from the drawer from
which my tunic had come and put them on, donned a pair of 5"
platform sandals that elevated her to a fraction over 8' in
height, then spent several minutes brushing out her hair until it
cascaded in charming disarray over her incredibly broad shoulders.
"Okay, babe," she said brusquely, "let's go. Time to go
down and meet our guests."
I looked up at her expectantly, waiting. She reached the
doorway, turned to see that I hadn't moved, and her eyebrows
lifted. "Well!" she said in mock annoyance. "You want me to
carry you EVERYWHERE?"
"Only if you want to," I said softly.
She threw back her head in a deep, long laugh, came back to
me and swept me up to hold me against her with a single arm
around my thighs. "Be careful, baby," she murmured, nuzzling my
neck, "or I may wind up carrying you into the office!"
I had to duck my head to get through the bedroom door. As
we descended the stairs to the living room, I saw Nana sitting on
the large divan facing the fireplace and heard Cindi splashing
about and laughing in the back yard pool. Nana's back was to the
stairway, but I could barely make out the top of a small, white
head above the level of her shoulder. Hearing us come down, she
turned and rose to face us, lifting her companion, a tiny,
elderly man no bigger than I, to hold him in one arm against her
hip.
"Well," she laughed, "I was beginning to wonder if you two
were EVER going to come out of that bedroom!"
I barely heard her. My eyes were riveted in openmouthed
astonishment on the man she was holding. I had never seen him
before, but had seen his picture many times.
It was Everett McCandless, the Chairman of the Board and
majority owner of our company!
And he was stark naked!
From the portraits I'd seen of him, I had always envisioned
Everett McCandless as a big, dynamic, aggressive individual, the
typical embodiment of a top corporate executive and entrepreneur,
a far cry from the small, slender, soft-bodied man now cuddled
against Nana in her single, powerful arm and staring, wide eyed
with wonder (and obvious lust), at Alanna. His published biography
listed his age at sixty-two, but, like his pictures, the face
and body were of a man much younger, in odd contrast to the shock
of heavy, snow white hair that crowned his tiny head, and easily
handsome enough to attract a woman of Nana's great stature and
beauty. I suspected, however, that there was more than his
appearance that had brought her to him.
"Now, Evvy," Nana rebuked him gently, for his reaction to
Alanna had not been lost on her, "get those eyes or yours back in
your head and meet my oldest daughter, Alanna. As I told you,
she'll be in charge of our new financial planning department."
He flushed slightly and stammered, "I--I'm sorry, my dear.
It's just that--well, I never realized how tall and magnificently
beautiful and powerful looking she is. She's even bigger than
Cindi!" Then, to Alanna, "I'm delighted to meet you, young lady.
May--may I ask just how tall you are?"
Alanna smiled condescendingly. "Seven feet seven and one-half
inches in my bare feet, Mr. McCandless," she replied without
hesitation, "a fraction over eight feet in these sandals. And
it's nice to meet you, too. Mom's told me a lot about you."
Then, with an impish glint in her eyes, she added, "People tell
me I'm the living image of Mom when she was my age."
"I can believe that!" He turned his head to look at Nana
quizzically. "Are the doors and ceilings in the office high
enough for her, Nana? After all, I wouldn't want..."
Nana cut him off. "They're plenty high enough, I've seen to
that," she retorted. "If you'd spend a little time with your
regular employees, Evvy, you wouldn't have had to ask. That's
just one of the things we're going to change in our company,
aren't we?"
"OUR" company? Nana certainly wasn't wasting any time
taking over!
And, to my amazement, McCandless flushed again and replied
contritely, "If you say so, my dear."
"I do. And now, Evvy, I also want you to meet Roger Bixley,
the little man I've been telling you about. He'll be working--
and, from the look of it, also playing--under Alanna and has
already made an excellent start in getting our new department
under way. He'll have a key role in its operation. Roger's very
competent, and I intend that he be an integral part of our
group."
I'd been wondering if they were ever going to get around to
me. I wasn't even sure McCandless had seen me, cuddled like an
infant in Alanna's massive arm, but now, for the first time, he
turned his attention to me. I half expected to see some embar-
rassment at being held naked in Nana's arms in front of one of
his lower echelon employees, but there was none. Instead, was
that a look of envy I detected in his eyes?
"Pleasure to meet you, Roger," he said brusquely. "Nana's
told me quite a bit about you."
"Ah, thank you, sir." I was suddenly self conscious, flus-
tered at the incongruity of my situation. Here I was, a lowly
employee, covered only by a tunic that barely concealed my
privates, meeting for the first time the Chairman of the Board of
my company, who was naked as a newborn baby, with both of us
being carried in the massive arms of two giant Amazons! Nothing
I'd learned in business school could ever have prepared me for
anything like this! "My--my pleasure, too, sir," I finally
added, somewhat lamely.
"Now, children," Nana cut in, "we're all friends here, and
we're all going to become very close. I'm sure Evvy won't mind
if you both call him by his first name, Evvy. Will you, Evvy?"
Her tone told him he'd damn well better not mind!
And he replied, "Of course not, dear."
Wow!
At that point, Alanna asked, "What's going on with Cindi,
Mom? I hear her making all kinds of noise out in the pool. She
have somebody with her?"
"My son, Gerald," McCandless replied.
"Yes," Nana cut in again. "Evvy brought him over specifi-
cally to meet Cindi. You see, Gerald was in need of some, shall
we say, behavior modification, and we both felt Cindi would be
perfect for that job."
"Behavior modification?" A puzzled expression crossed
Alanna's beautiful features. "I didn't know you had a son, Mr.
Mc--Evvy. Are you married?"
"I was, for fifteen years. We were divorced three years
ago, and she died shortly after that. Gerald is my only son."
"Why don't you explain, Evvy?" Nana prodded.
McCandless hesitated, flushing slightly again. "Well, ah,"
he explained finally, "about a year ago it became apparent that
Gerald was developing--had developed--ah, homosexual tendencies.
He's only fourteen, but he's always been a very small, slight,
effeminate child, and in the last year or so I learned that he'd
been associating with the top athletes in his private school,
several of whom are known to be gay. Then, about a month ago,
one of our maids, by accident, found some pictures of nude, male
bodybuilders he'd hidden away and told me about it. I decided
something had to be done."
Alanna threw back her head and laughed that deep, rumbling
laugh of hers. "Well," she replied, "Cindi should be the perfect
cure for that! She take to him?"
Nana chuckled. "Took one look and, before the poor, little
guy knew what was happening, scooped him up, stripped him and
carried him out to the pool! She's been playing with him ever
since!" Then, to me, she added, "I don't think you'll have to
worry about Cindi after today, Roger!"
The relief on my face must have showed, for Alanna laughed
again. "This I gotta see!" she chortled. "C'mon, baby, we're
going out to the pool! I just hope little Gerald is still in one
piece!"
Wheeling, she made for the back of the house with me still
cuddled in one arm. Cindi, dressed in her bikini, was waist deep
in the pool with a naked, blonde, teenage boy who was obviously
much smaller than she. She had him out at arm's length, facing
her, with his upper arms pinned to his sides by her big hands,
dunking him under water and holding him there, then raising him
completely out of the water to hold him high in the air while he
sputtered incoherent protests. When she saw us, her face lighted
up and she began to giggle.
"Hey, Sis!" she called to Alanna. "Look what I got!"
"I can see for myself," Alanna replied, grinning. "What're
you trying to do, drown the little tyke?"
"Naw, just havin' some fun with 'im! Lemme show 'im to
you!" Cindi lifted the boy out of the water, spun him around and
slid a single hand between his thighs to firmly encompass his
entire crotch. Then, holding him easily out in front of her, his
entire weight resting on her huge palm and with her other hand
lightly encircling his waist for balance, she carried him quickly
out of the pool to deposit him on his feet in front of Alanna.
Alanna put me down, and, for the first time, we both got a
good look at the boy, who was still sputtering and rubbing his
eyes. He was a handsome boy, with soft, feminine features that
could easily have been considered pretty, and much smaller even
than I. The top of his head was barely level with Cindi's
breasts and his face about even with Alanna's bush under her
white shorts; he couldn't have been more than 4'9" or 10" in
height and 90 or 100 lbs. at best. When he finally opened his
eyes and saw the giant Alanna, a shapely mountain of female
muscle, looming so high above him, his jaw dropped and he craned
his neck to gape up at her in astonishment.
"Isn't he adorable?" Cindi gushed. "And Mom and Evvy say I
get to keep him for my very own! How 'bout that, big sister?"
Alanna bent down, wrapped her huge hands gently around the
young boy's entire chest and lifted him up to hold him at arm's
length, his face level with her own. His mouth was still open,
and he was trying to speak, but no words came.
"Pretty, little thing," Alanna admitted. "Have any trouble
with him?"
Cindi grinned mischievously. "Some, at first," she replied.
"Had to turn him over my knee and warm that cute, little bottom
of his to thaw him out, but the more I played with him the warmer
he got. Now I think he's actually in love with me." She reached
around and gripped his face with a single hand, forcing his head
around to look down at her from his lofty perch at the end of
Alanna's massively muscled arms. "Aren't you, little guy?"
The boy flushed a deep red and tried to avert his eyes from
hers. "Oh, Cindi!" he gushed.
Cindi laughed, flexed a softball sized bicep under his chin
and murmured, "And he just loves to feel my muscles, don't you,
Tinykins?"
Shyly, his face still bright red, the boy put a tiny hand on
her massive bicep. "Oh, Cindi!" he whispered again, but now he
was looking at her, and his heart was in his eyes.
Alanna laughed and put him down. "Looks like Cindi was the
cure for what ailed him, all right," she murmured to me. Then,
bending down so that her face was just above the boy's, she put
one arm around my shoulder and her other hand on her knee.
"Gerald," she said to the boy, "I'm Alanna, Cindi's big sister,
and this is Mr. Bixley, my little toy. Welcome to our group!"
Gerald looked up at her in awe. "You--you're amazing!" he
stammered. "How--how b-big are you?"
Alanna laughed again and told him her height and weight.
"But don't be too impressed," she added. "When Cindi's full
grown, I'm betting she'll be even bigger and stronger than I am!"
"R--really?" He turned to gape up at Cindi, who was
towering behind him. "Wow!"
Cindi bent down, swept him up to cradle him in a single,
long, muscular arm and tuck his head against her shoulder and
started carrying him toward the house. "C'mon, Tinykins," she
murmured, "Time we got--shall we say?--more intimately acquaint-
ed." As Gerald gazed up at her adoringly and nodded vigorously,
she winked at Alanna. "Mom says I can bang the little guy
tonight. For real, I mean, not with those silly dildos. Under
her supervision, of course."
"Mmmmm," Alanna mused as, with me in tow, she trailed along
behind her. "I can see why, after what you did to Roger last
weekend."
"Oh?" Cindi stopped in her tracks, turned and regarded her
sister with raised eyebrows. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, except that Mom told me all about it on the way
home from the airport. Almost killed the little guy, even before
I could get my hands on him. Not nice, little sister!"
"Huh!" Cindi put her free hand on her hip and regarded her
sister archly. "Well, for your information, Miss Smarty Pants,
he loved every minute of it! Didn't you, Roger?"
"Well, I--" My retort was cut off as Alanna swept me up
under one arm and clapped a huge hand over my mouth and nose.
"That's not the way I heard it," Alanna chuckled. "The
first time you damn near crushed him flat as a pancake, and the
last time all but smothered the poor, little guy getting off on
his face! God knows what you did to him in between!"
"Huh!" Cindi grunted again. "Well, it was my first time
with a guy, and I sorta got carried away. But, if you'd let me
at him this time, big sister, I'll bet I could make him forget
all about you!"
"Bet you can't."
"You serious?"
"Very."
Cindi frowned. "Okay, what'll you bet?"
"If you can so much as turn him on, you get to keep both him
and Gerald for the rest of the weekend. If you can't, I do."
If I could have I would have screamed, but, with Alanna's
hand firmly over my mouth and nose, it was all I could do to
breathe. I tugged furiously at Alanna's massive forearm with
both my hands, but it was like trying to move a steel girder. As
for Gerald, he was glancing back and forth between the two giant
women with a strange expression on his face, but made no protest.
I guess he figured he couldn't lose, either way.
But I couldn't win!
Cindi didn't hesitate. With the supreme confidence of
youth, she exclaimed, "You're on!" and charged into the house
with Alanna, still holding me tucked securely under one arm with
her hand over my mouth, following behind.
But as the door closed behind Alanna, she stopped long
enough for Cindi to disappear into the hall to the living room,
then raised me just far enough to whisper into my ear, "Don't
worry, baby, you'll be safe. You won't feel a thing."
Then I understood. Alanna was going to hypnotize me again!
What were the words she'd used? "Go under" and "Come out of
it"... I relaxed, and she removed her hand from my mouth.
Nana still had Evvy cuddled on her lap on the sofa in the
living room when we entered, with an expression on his face that
looked like he'd died and gone to heaven. I could guess what
she'd been doing to him. Cindi was in the process of lifting
Gerald up and setting him between two small statues on the mantle
over the fireplace. He was looking at her uncertainly, obviously
having second thoughts about this affair, but Cindi grinned,
reached up and gently tweaked his nose. "Now, you be a good boy,
Tinykins," she told him. "Sit right there and don't move that
little bottom of yours so much as an inch, unless, of course, you
want me to redden it for you again!"
"Y--yes, Cindi," he replied in a small, but obviously
unhappy, voice. "What--whatever you say."
"Will someone please tell me what's going on here?" Nana
asked.
"Al and I have a bet going, Mom," Cindi explained. "I get
to play with little Roger some more, and if I can turn him on I
get to keep both him and Tinykins for the whole rest of the
weekend!"
Nana glanced quickly at Alanna, and the two exchanged
knowing smiles. "And if you can't, Cindi, then what?"
Cindi grinned at me, actually more of a smirk than a grin.
"Not gonna be any 'can't'," she proclaimed. "Little Roger, here,
can't resist me. I proved that to him last weekend, turned him
on and off like a faucet. Didn't I, Roger?"
I had to admit she was right. Of course, that was before
Alanna... I looked up at her expectantly, waiting to hear the
magic words.
Instead, Alanna shifted her grip on me, sliding one hand
under my armpit and the other under my buttocks. "In that case,
baby sister," she laughed, "take your best shot. Here, catch!"
The next thing I knew I was sailing through the air, over
the sofa and into Cindi's waiting hands a good ten feet away!
She caught me expertly around the waist, whirled me around a
couple of times to dissipate the momentum, and then, still
holding me at arm's length, carried me to one of the four
overstuffed chairs which were arranged on either side of the sofa
and which, with the sofa, formed a "U" around the coffee table.
Sitting down, she plopped me onto her lap, untied the belt of my
tunic and, forcing both my arms up, slid the tunic up over my
head and dropped it on the floor, leaving me completely naked,
the dark, brown blotches covering my body in full view for all to
see.
Suddenly alarmed, I looked pleadingly over at Alanna. Still
no magic words. But both she and her mother were still wearing
those knowing smiles, Evvy, cuddled in Nana's lap, had said
nothing since our return to the house, but the leer on his face
told me this little game was having its effect on him.
I had no chance to ponder my predicament, however, for Cindi
had forced my left shoulder under her right armpit, trapping my
arm between her side and the arm of the chair, and had wrapped
her right arm around my back to seize my left wrist in a grip of
steel and press me firmly against her. Her left arm had encircled
my thighs, tucking my legs securely under her side while she
erotically massaged my buttocks with her powerful fingers.
"Okay, little guy," she murmured, "fun time!" With that, she
pushed my head back with a massive forearm and quickly lowered
her open mouth to capture mine in a crushing kiss.
My squeal of protest was muffled by the pressure of her
mouth on mine as I squirmed and strained against the power of her
embrace, but I knew I was no match for her tremendous strength,
and I don't think she even noticed my struggles. She was too
busy eagerly exploring the inside of my captive mouth with her
tongue, licking and entwining it around my own. Suddenly I felt
her force her big hand up from my buttocks and between my thighs
to firmly encompass my crotch and begin to fondle me intimately
while still, amazingly, continuing to pin both my legs together
against her side with her upper arm and forearm. Helpless to
stop her, I could only close my eyes and try to distance myself
from what was happening to me, yet knowing that, no matter how
strongly I tried to resist, my consciousness would only too soon
be submerged in the ecstasy of a raging, burning desire.
But I needn't have bothered. I felt nothing. And I remained
limp as a dishrag!
Cindi felt it, too. Her explorations of my privates became
steadily more forceful until she finally gripped my member in her
huge hand and began to masturbate me furiously.
And still I remained limp, feeling nothing except the
pressure of her hand on my penis! No ecstasy, not even the
slightest sensation of pleasure, nothing!
She released my lips, raised her head and stared down at me
amazement and frustration. She had nothing on me; I was as
confused as she was!
With a muffled, almost inaudible epithet, she rose out of
the chair, lifting me up with her, and suddenly I was on my back
on the floor in front of the chair, and she was lying next to me,
holding both my wrists in her left hand and stretching my arms
back past my head to pin my hands against the floor while she
encased my legs with her massive thighs. Again I was helpless,
barely able even to squirm in her grasp. And again her open
mouth captured and devoured mine as her free hand roamed up and
down my body, alternately probing my ticklish sides and stomach
and fondling my privates with her powerful fingers as she ravaged
my mouth with her tongue.
And still I felt nothing! I wasn't even ticklish any more!
Cindi was becoming desperate. She slid her thighs out from
around my legs, swiveled her body around so she could grab my
crotch with her free hand and began to feverishly kiss, bite and
suck my splotchy brown chest and stomach in a last ditch effort
to arouse me. I groaned, knowing that the few square centimeters
of white flesh left hickeyless by Alanna would be quickly swallowed
up by the brown tide covering my body.
But that was the only emotion I felt. I wasn't even trying
to get away any more. I just lay there, feeling dead all over.
Finally Cindi gave up. With a furious scowl on her face,
she rose to her feet to loom above my prostrate form. "Goddam
it, Al!" she snapped. "What the hell did you do to him, anyway?
Drain him dry?"
Both Alanna and her mother burst out laughing. Alanna
walked over to Cindi and put her arm around her younger sister's
shoulders. "Watch this," she murmured.
And snapped her fingers. "Penis up!"
Instantly I was erect and throbbing. Wave after wave of
unbelievably erotic sensations were coursing through me, and I
was literally gasping and writhing on the floor with desire! But
not for Cindi. For Alanna! A yearning so powerful to be joined
with that superhuman giantess' magnificent body enveloped me and
all but lifted me off the floor. I couldn't help myself. Almost
by themselves, my arms reached up to her, and I was moaning and
begging to be taken.
Releasing her sister, Alanna bent down and gathered my
writhing body up in her mighty arms, cradling me firmly against
her massive chest. And then, finally--finally!--I heard the
magic words...
"Okay, baby, go under, and have an orgasm."
And again I was bathed in ecstasy--agonizing, consciousness
consuming, orgasmic ecstasy that flooded me from head to foot, by
far the strongest yet. it was almost too much to bear. I
vaguely remember trying to scream, to beg her to make it stop,
yet not wanting it to stop, wanting it to go on forever. It was
so wonderful--and so horrible! I felt my sanity going...
"Okay, that's enough! Come out of it!"
As quickly as they had come, the sensations were gone, and I
lay, weak and quivering, in Alanna's arms. My eyes were open,
but everything was blurred.
"My God!" I heard Cindi exclaim, but her voice seemed miles
above me. "How did you make him do that?" Then I felt fingers
touching my penis. "Hey, wait a minute! There's nothin' here!
What'd you do, hypnotize him?"
And Alanna's reply, equally far away: "A little something
Mom taught me, Cin. I'm sure she'll teach it to you, too, when
you're ready."
"That's no fair! You cheated! I didn't know you could
control him like that!"
"No, you didn't, but that didn't stop you, did it? You were
SO sure of yourself, weren't you?"
"Aw, come on, Sis!" Cindi's voice was plaintive, now.
"You're not really gonna hold me to that bet, are you?"
And Alanna's deep, rumbling laugh. "A bet is a bet, Little
Sister," I heard her say, "but I'll think about it. In the
meantime, anything else you'd like me to do with little Roger?"
I was gradually coming out of my reverie, and, cradled in
Alanna's arms with my head against her shoulder, looked up at her
larger-than-life features just above my own as Cindi's head also
appeared over me, blocking my view of everything except the two
giant women. I vaguely remember thinking that, with Alanna in
her platform sandals, Cindi would have had to stand on tiptoe to
get that tall... In any case, it was becoming clear from the
conversation that my ordeal for this household's collective
entertainment was far from over.
"What else can you do with him?" Cindi asked.
"Anything I want. He'll be anything I want him to be, won't
you, baby?" Alanna was grinning down at me as she spoke, and I
could only look up at her pleadingly, hoping that she wouldn't
humiliate me in front of Evvy any more than she had already! He
was, after all, despite the incongruity of our situation, still
the Chairman of my company, although I had to admit, from the
glimpses I'd had of him, he seemed to be enjoying the spectacle
as much as anyone.
"Baby, eh?" It was Cindi speaking, now, leering vengefully
down at me. I suddenly had the uncomfortable feeling that she
wanted to get even for her inability to turn me on. "Hey, that's
an idea! He looks so much like a little baby cuddled in your
arms, can you make him be a baby?"
Oh, my God, no!
But Alanna merely smiled and replied, "Sure. He'll not only
act like one. He'll BE one! Which means we'll have to be
prepared for the worst." She looked over at her mother. "You
still have those diapers handy, Mom?"
"Of course, dear," I heard Nana answer from the couch.
"Cindi, they're in a brown bag on the fourth shelf of the hall
closet. Would you get them, please?"
"Right away, Mom!" Cindi disappeared from view, but was
back in a moment with the bag and a large blanket, which she
spread out on the floor at Alanna's feet. "Can't wait to see
this!" she chortled.
Alanna knelt and laid me on my back on the blanket, in full
view of everyone in the room. "Alanna, please..." I whispered
urgently, but too late.
"Okay, Roger, go under. You're six months old!"
And I was. Suddenly everything in the room was four times
life size, and my heretofore small, slender body tiny, pudgy and
covered with baby fat. I tried to reach up to see if I still had
my hair, but my arms and hands wouldn't obey. I couldn't even
raise my head. I had lost all control over my muscles, and what
little strength I'd had as an adult had deserted me. My mind was
clear; I could think and feel as an adult, understand what was
being said around me, but when I opened my mouth to speak, only
infantile sounds came. I could only lay there on my back on the
blanket, my arms and legs waving uncontrollably as Alanna, now
four times her normal, titanic size, gently lifted my bottom off
the blanket, slid a disposable diaper under me, wrapped it around
my stomach and taped it in place.
A horrible sense of humiliation all but overwhelmed me as I
realized that I had been hypnotically reduced to the level of an
infant! No matter how I appeared to myself, I knew that
physically I was still an adult. What must I have looked like, a
grown, if undersized man, lying there on that blanket, waving my
arms and legs and making the incoherent, gurgling sounds of a six
month old baby?
Even worse, I had this irresistible urge to suckle! And
then, to my consternation, Alanna produced a pacifier from the
bag and inserted it gently into my mouth. I couldn't help
myself. I pulled it in and began sucking it furiously.
Now all three of them were standing over me, looking down at
me in amazement. Only Gerald remained on the mantle where Cindi
had put him.
"Incredible!" I heard Evvy gasp. "He's really a baby! How
did you do that, Alanna?"
"It's a secret," Alanna chuckled, "that only the women of
this family know." Then her voice became suddenly sly. "Want to
pick him up and hold him, Evvy?"
Who was she trying to kid? Evvy was no bigger than I.
There was no way he could pick me up...
But he did. Effortlessly. Bending down, he slid his hands
around my chest, and suddenly I was being held in midair at arm's
length, my head bobbling about uncontrollably.
"You have to support his head, Evvy!" I heard Nana sharply
rebuke him.
"Sorry, my dear," Evvy said contritely. "It's been a lot of
years since I've held a baby. Let's try it this way." He pulled
me against his chest and cradled me in one arm with my head lying
against his almost nonexistent bicep.
It was too much. I couldn't help myself. I wet my diaper.
And there were no rubber pants to catch it!
"Yuck!" Evvy snorted, then to Alanna, "Here, you take him!"
Jesus Christ! I had peed all over the Chairman of my
company!
"Now, Evvy," Nana said soothingly as Alanna took me and laid
me back on the blanket to change me, "it's not his fault. After
all, he's only a baby!"
My mind was in a quandary. Earlier I had been certain that
the ordeals Alanna had subjected me to that afternoon had been
nothing more than hypnotic trances, but now I wasn't so sure.
Did she really have the power to change me physically, fantastic
as that might seem? Everyone certainly talked about me as though
I really WERE a baby, and how else could Evvy have picked me up?
Or was this entire scenario nothing more than another hypnotic
trance controlled by Alanna? Yet, other than simply putting me
under and telling me I was to be six months old, she didn't seem
to be controlling me--or, for that matter, anything else--in any
way. And, if I were really a baby, how could I still be observing
and thinking like an adult? It was mind boggling! Somehow,
I had to find out once and for all, one way or the other!
One thing was clear: I had to hope to God it was a trance.
Peeing on the company Chairman was definitely not the way to get
ahead in business!
As Nana took Evvy into the first floor powder room to clean
him up, Alanna finished changing me and, this time, added rubber
pants and a frilly, ruffled dress to my wardrobe. I was still
sucking madly on the pacifier, but it wasn't satisfying me, and I
suddenly realized that I was hungry. That was all it took; the
infantile reaction was automatic and beyond my control. The next
thing I knew, I had my mouth open, letting the pacifier fall to
one side, and was wailing like the infant I was--or thought I
was.
"I think the little tyke's got a pain in his tummy," Cindi
ventured. "Gas, maybe?"
"More likely just a great, big empty feeling," Alanna
chuckled. "After all, he hasn't eaten since this morning, and I
did put him through some pretty stiff sexual paces this after-
noon." She pulled a glass bottle and nipple from the bag. "You
want to pick him up and hold him while I go fix him some warm
milk? It might make him stop crying."
Warm milk? Yuck!
Cindi slid her long, massive forearm under me, lifted me off
the floor with my head cradled against the inside of her elbow,
retrieved the pacifier from the blanket and shoved it into my
mouth and began to rock me gently. "There, there, li'l
babykins," she cooed. "Don't cry. Mommy's got you, and she will
hold you and rock you and make you feel all better!" The pacifier,
snuggling and rocking all had their effect, and I stopped crying.
"By the way," Alanna remarked laconically over her shoulder
as she disappeared into the kitchen, "he knows everything that's
going on and can understand every word you say."
"Really? Wow!" Cindi grinned down at me and nuzzled me
affectionately with her nose. "How's it feel to be a wee, li'l
baby, Roger?" she laughed. "I'll bet you love it, don't you?"
If I could have, I would have spit in her eye!
"Hey, Mom!" Cindi called to her mother, who, although out of
my range of vision, had obviously returned with Evvy. "Guess
what? Alanna says little Roger, here, knows what's happening to
him and can understand us."
"That's right, dear."
"Gee, how soon can I learn to do this? I'd just love to
turn little Gerald into a baby! Wouldn't you like that,
Tinykins?"
From the mantle, I heard Gerald murmur plaintively, "Gosh,
Cindi, I don't know--"
"Sure you would!" Cindi cut him off. "Well, Mom, how soon,
huh?"
"In good time, dear," Nana replied. "Alanna was twenty-two
when I taught her the technique. Roger's the first man she's
used it on."
"And, I think, the only man I ever will!" Alanna's deep
voice came from behind us, and, holding the baby bottle now
filled with milk, she came around to gently take me from Cindi's
arms.
"Awwww, Mom!" Cindi complained as she reluctantly
surrendered me to Alanna. "That long?"
"I'm afraid so, dear."
Alanna carried me, cradled in one massive arm, over to the
divan and seated herself opposite her mother, who had Evvy back
on her lap. She removed the pacifier from my mouth and gently
replaced it with the baby bottle. If I could have, I would have
tried to spit it out, but my infantile reactions were in complete
control of my body. I found myself eagerly accepting the nipple
and suckling furiously. And the warm milk, which I normally
detest, even tasted good! After several minutes I had drained
almost a third of the bottle, and Alanna gently removed the
nipple from my mouth and stood me on her thighs, her huge hands
around my entire chest and stomach supporting me, with my eyes
barely level with her broad shoulders. "Got a burp for Mommy?"
she smiled, and laid me against one shoulder and began to gently
pat my back.
And, to my everlasting shame, I burped!
"Ooooo!" she cooed. "That was a good burp! Want Mommy to
give you some more milk?" Like it or not, back I went into the
curve of her arm, with the nipple in my mouth, suckling like mad.
I began to feel a warm glow spreading over me and my eyelids were
suddenly very heavy. Then I heard Nana's voice from a mile
away...
"Better bring him out of it, Alanna. Once he goes to sleep,
you won't be able to until he wakes up."
And Alanna's deep, rich rumble against my body, tinged with
amusement: "Right, Mom. But I'd better get these baby clothes
off him first. Wouldn't want him to rip them up when he pops
back to normal size."
Huh?!? Was that for my benefit? No matter how, I HAD to
find out what was happening to me! My mind struggled to stay
awake, but the infant part of me was too strong. I was drifting
off into a hazy fog, vaguely aware of the baby dress and then the
rubber pants and diapers being removed from my body.
"Hey, Alanna." It was Cindi's voice, now, from somewhere in
the distance. "Why don't you stick the bottle back in his mouth
before you pop him back? That should be real turn-on, seeing a
naked, full grown man on your lap sucking on a baby bottle!"
"Now, THAT's an interesting idea," I heard Evvy giggle.
I felt the nipple reinserted into my mouth, and then
Alanna's deep, rich voice again" "Okay, baby, come out of it."
For several moments I wasn't sure that anything had happened.
My mind was still cloudy, my eyes enveloped by that hazy
fog. I knew I was still nestled in the curve of Alanna's arm on
her lap, but then I realized that my head was lying against her
shoulder and my legs extended beyond her massive thighs. The
nipple was in my mouth, and I was sucking on it.
And it tasted awful!
"Phew!" I tried to spit it out. With a grin, Alanna gently
removed it from my mouth.
"Jeez, seeing that made me hot!" Cindi exclaimed. She was
standing next to the fireplace looking up at Gerald, who was
still sitting on the mantle where she had put him. "Alanna,
after that, you can't possibly hold me to that bet!"
"I should, but I won't." Alanna replied quietly. "No,
little Gerald is yours for the weekend. Speaking of which, I
think you'd better take him down off that mantle and get him
upstairs. He looks like he's ready to explode!"
"He's not the only one!"
It was Nana speaking now, her voice heavy with amusement. I
blinked several times to, at last, clear my eyes, aware as I did
so that I again had control over my body. I turned my head to
look up at Gerald, then over at Nana. Gerald was ogling Cindi
with an expression of mingled lust and anticipation in his eyes.
Nana was standing, holding Evvy in her arms like a small child,
with his face buried in her neck. And both father and son were
sporting raging hard-ons!
"And," Nana added pointedly to Cindi, "Mothers come first!"
"Aw-w-w-w, Mom!"
Alanna chuckled. "If it's okay, I'll go up and watch over
Cindi, Mom. I think my little Roger, here, could use a rest,
anyway. Right, sweetums?"
"I won't argue with that!" My voice was still shaky, thin
and reedy, and I smiled wanly up at her.
Nana hesitated. "Well, all right," she replied finally.
"I've been working with her all week, so she should be all right.
All you'll have to do is make sure she doesn't get too carried
away. After all, Gerald is such a delicate, little thing, and we
do want him to survive his first time, don't we, girls?" With
that, she and Evvy disappeared up the stairs.
Cindi, her face suddenly flushed with anticipation, plucked
Gerald off the mantle to cradle him in one arm. "C'mon, little
guy," she chortled, "Time for Mommy to take you upstairs and go
bang-bang!"
"Oh, Cindi!" Gerald gushed and reached up to entwine his
slender arms around her neck.
Meanwhile Alanna had stood up, carried me in one arm over to
where my tunic was lying on the floor and picked it up. She
carried me back to the sofa, set me down long enough to slide the
tunic over my head, and then laid me down on the soft cushions.
She shook her head, grinning, and leaned down to me. "Doesn't
have much of a vocabulary, does he?" she whispered. "That's
about all I've heard him say since we first came downstairs!"
"Can you blame him?" I asked weakly. "I--I don't think Evvy
has to worry about him playing around with guys any more."
She gave a low laugh. "And if I know Mom, it won't be long
before she and I are running Evvy's company for him!" The her
face sobered. "You going to be okay while I'm gone? From the
look of things, I won't be long."
"I--I think so. But--but wait a minute, please!"
"Yes?"
"Dammit, I have to know! Did you really turn me into a
baby?"
She smiled knowingly. "As I said before, lover, that's for
me to know and you to guess." She kissed me warmly. "Don't run
away."
As if I could! With a supreme effort, I reached up and put
my arms over her massive shoulders. My response, "Hurry back?"
was more of a plea than a request.
She kissed me again, straightened, and I followed her with
my eyes as the two giant women went upstairs, Cindi leading the
way with tiny Gerald still cuddled in one arm.
I closed my eyes, grateful for the respite and the soft
support of the sofa under my body, however brief that respite
might prove to be. My mind was now clear from the orgasmic and
infantile ordeals I had undergone, and I was now able to consider
my situation and the revelation which had accompanied those
ordeals with some degree of objectivity.
There was no question that I was head over heels in love
with Alanna; I worshipped her like no other woman I had ever
known, even Nana, and had committed myself to be hers for as long
as she wanted me, hopefully forever. But that had been a volun-
tary decision on my part, forged in lust and cemented in the
ecstasy of her lovemaking. Now I realized that I had no choice!
Whatever she had done to me--at the very least, it had to be some
kind of hypnosis, probably done to me while I'd been asleep after
our third tryst--the experience with Cindi had made it clear that
I was absolutely no good to any woman except Alanna. For, if
Cindi couldn't arouse me sexually, no woman could! No words had
been necessary to put me under and prevent my arousal; the
condition had been made a permanent part of my psyche! I was
irrevocably chained to her, under her total control, not just
physically but psychologically as well! Although she had told me
earlier that day that this would be my lot, only now did I
realize the full implications of her words!
That realization was discomfiting, to say the least, and I
realized that there were a myriad of questions that had to be
answered. Despite the way I felt about Alanna, I had met her for
the first time only a few hours before. I didn't really know
her, nor she me. What did she want from me? She was almost
twice my size--more than twice my weight with, perhaps, four or
five times my bulk in muscle and maybe ten times my physical
strength; why did she feel it necessary to control my mind as
well? Was it my fate to become her physical and mental slave?
And, if so, could I cope with that? Was that what I really
wanted out of life? There was no question that she was to be the
boss in every aspect of our lives together--at the office, at
home and in bed--that I was little more than a male toy to her.
That much, I knew, I could gladly accept.
But that wasn't all. Could she really have changed me
physically the way it had seemed? Those experiences had been so
real, and not just to me! When I'd been made to think and act
like a baby, everyone in the room had talked as though I had been
physically changed! Had all that been an illusion? Or had they
been hypnotized, too?
Regardless, it was obvious that I was chained to Alanna,
useless to any other woman. What if she decided she no longer
wanted me? Would I be released from whatever spell or magic she
had me under? Would she be able to? Or was my condition a
permanent one? Would I ever be able to make love to--or to be
made love to by--any other woman again?
And then it hit me! Like a thunderbolt from the blue! It
brought me straight upright, almost to my feet. She couldn't
have taken such complete control of me unless, deep down, I had
wanted her to! In her mighty arms I had savored the delights of
a Goddess, an incomparably beautiful and desirable giantess,
before whom all mortal women, no matter how tall, strong or
beautiful, paled to insignificance! Having tasted Valhalla, how
could I ever be satisfied with mere Earthly pleasures? And then
I knew that whatever hypnotic or magical spell I was under was as
much my own doing as hers and would be part of me for the rest of
my life!
"My God!" I whispered aloud to myself. "If she ever throws
me out, I'm lost!"
"I wouldn't worry about that, my little one." That deep,
rich, familiar voice came from above and behind me, and two
wonderfully huge hands slid under my arms, grasped me gently
around my waist and lifted me bodily from the sofa to hold me at
arm's length high in the air and turn me so that I was looking
down at the glorious features and body that were my universe.
"Whether you realize it or not, you belong to me for the rest of
your life!"
"I know," I whispered. "It just came to me. I'm yours, a
part of you, under your control, incapable of responding to any
other woman because that's where I want to be. Forever! If I
didn't want that, you couldn't have done what you did to me,
could you?"
She smiled. "Looks like Mom was right again," she murmured.
"You ARE unique, as unique among men as..."
"...as you are among women," I finished for her.
She chuckled. "Not for too much longer in this house, I'm
afraid. Not the way Cindi's growing!"
"She'll never be even close to you," I said softly.
She lowered me to her, slid one arm around my thighs and,
with her other hand, pressed my head against her shoulder and
kissed the side of my forehead lovingly. "You're sweet! But I
have to admit, Mom apparently taught her well this past week.
She's got little Gerald in Seventh Heaven, and she's right there
with him! Handling him like a little baby! And Mom's still
closeted with Evvy, probably giving him the full treatment." She
tilted my head back to look down into my eyes. "Come to think of
it, baby, why should they have all the fun?"
I shook my head in mock dismay. "After what you've put me
through, my love, I'm not sure I'm ready to handle another
session with you!"
She laughed. "Don't worry, baby," she murmured. "You will
be!"
And I was.
* * *
Every story should have a happy ending, and mine is no
exception. Alanna's prophesy proved right. Within a few months
Nana, Evvy, she and I were married in a double ceremony, and,
with Cindi, we all moved out to Evvy's country estate. Shortly
afterward Evvy announced his retirement from active management of
the company and had the Board of Directors elevate Nana to the
position of President and Chief Executive Officer. By that time,
under Alanna's brilliant tutelage, our Financial Planning Depart-
ment had expanded its role to include a Corporate Development
function and had become a key factor in management decisions
determining the company's future. Alanna replaced the Senior
Vice President, Finance, who was made Assistant to the Chairman
of the Board with no responsibilities whatsoever and promptly
retired. A year later, Alanna was elevated to the position of
Executive Vice President in charge of Operations. Under their
leadership, the company prospered, growing steadily and diversifying
into new, even more profitable fields.
Cindi and Gerald were sent off to separate, private schools,
but their love continued to flourish, and none of us had any
doubt that they would marry as soon as they finished their
education. Alanna had been right about Cindi, too, for, by her
twentieth birthday she towered an even seven feet in height,
outweighed Alanna by forty pounds and was becoming nationally
renowned as a top athlete in several sports.
As for me, I never did learn the nature of Alanna's power
over me, whether it was physically real or merely hypnotic.
After a while I ceased to care, for I had come to relish being
whatever she wanted me to be and actually looked forward to our
frequent sessions. She kept me working in the Financial
Planning/Corporate Development Department for several years,
reporting to a succession of female supervisors she appointed
over me. "Can't let you have too much authority, baby," she
would tell me. "You might get ideas!" Small chance of that! I
was more than content to bask in the glow of her success until,
finally, when she decided that my expertise was no longer needed
to run the Department, she and Nana agreed that I should help
Evvy manage our country estate.
"After all," Alanna told me lovingly, "in our family, a
man's place is in the home..."
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