East Meets West
By Uplifted
Part Three   Land ho!  

A number of days later, just when everyone seemed to be getting on each 
other's nerves, captain Luana asked, "Girls do you smell that? The aroma 
of grass, wouldn't you say?" 

Elona and Meerana smiled, "I would say that we should spot land within a 
few minutes" said Elona, eager to get off of the smelly ship. Unwashed 
bodies can be pretty hard to take after a few days, she thought. 

"And what do you think my dear husband" asked Luana contemptuously. 

"Just as you say captain", he said humbly. 

"Men!" she addressed them. "Or perhaps, shrimps would be more 
appropriate. You're about to witness you're first sight of land in many 
days." 

Many of the men ran up to the railing to get a closer look. As they 
watched breathlessly, the smell of vegetation becoming increasingly 
stronger, Adriana the fifth woman on the crew, called out from her 
position high in the topsail, "land ho!" 

After his many days of misery on the stinking ship, Sammy felt like 
cheering when he spotted the snow  covered mountains, far off in the 
distance. As they gazed into the distance, the tops of trees seemed to 
sprout up, as if emerging from the depths of the water. Within a very 
few seconds, they observed a shoreline, containing what seemed to them, 
considering that that were approaching a small Island,  a numerous 
amount of people. As they neared the shore, they could see that there 
were men and women bunched together, awaiting their arrival. As he 
strained to look, it seemed to Sammy that the men were shorter then the 
women, but of a bulky built, much as was Seelam. 

As they drew even nearer Adriana came down from the topsail, and took 
her place alongside the little men, at the railing. She seemed to be 
staring hard, looking for someone. Suddenly her face lit up in 
recognition, and with a smile she yelled, "Mama," waving her hand 
energetically over her head.  A large women standing at the shore and 
dwarfing the man accompanying her, screamed back, "Baby it's good to see 
you safe and sound, but where are the little fellers?" 

"Their all here" she called out, "it's just that their so small, that 
it's hard to see them from such a distance over the railing. Here let me 
show you," she said, and she picked up little Pauly Kahn, who was 
unluckly enough to be standing right next to her. Lifting the little 
male overhead, she waved him back and forth for her mother to see. 

The poor little fellow was very frightened, as she waved him near the 
edge of the ship. "Please mistress, be careful" he entreated her 

"Now Pauly, you know the rules. One doesn't question a mistress," she 
scolded him. 

Meanwhile they had sailed to within two hundred feet of the shore.  

"Oh my dear Adriana, he looks so precious from here, I just can't wait 
to press him to my busom," bellowed her now  even more enormous 
appearing mother. 

As little Pauly Kahn waited patiently, held over the head of the lovely 
Adriana, he was chilled to the very marrow of his little bones, when he 
heard her say, " no need to wait mother, I'll send him to you right now. 
Prepare to catch him." 

Before the little fellow could cry out, she reared back and fired. His 
tiny body flew end over end from the ship, the only thing being heard 
was his, "oh God, oh God," repeated over and over again, until he landed 
in Adriana's mothers arms. 

She pressed the poor weeping little thing to her breast, trying to 
console him. "There there little pumpkin, your safe now, it's all over." 
His crying continued unabated, right into the cleft of her bosom, as she 
petted and stroked his little back. When he finally started to calm 
down, she held him under his armpits, and out in front of her for all to 
admire. "Look everybody, isn't he just beautiful? " she said,  most of 
the giant women oohing and aahing him, as if he were an infant. "So 
fragile, so weak, but oh so lovely," and she kutchee kutched him. 

"And what do you think my husband" she said, to the heavy set man 
standing next to her. 

Her husband who was bored with the whole affair, made a sour face, his 
eyes shooting up into corner of his eyelids. Tongue in cheek he said, 
"gorgeous, he's just gorgeous. Now if you don't mind, I think that I'll 
go swimming and catch some fish for dinner. Enjoy your little tidbit." 

Luana who had witnessed the event of Pauly Kahn and Adriana, smiled. 
"What a wonderful way to take the men ashore" she stated, throwing her 
head back and laughing uncontrollably. The frightened little men hearing 
of her intention, cringed, some even soiling themselves. As the ship 
docked Captain Luana took it upon herself to form as it were a bucket 
brigade. Instead of water, they would pass the men, from hand to hand. 
Separating the women further apart, she instructed, "don't pass them, 
throw them." This order was met with consternation by the men, who 
couldn't keep from groaning and pleading, little Sammy as loud as any. 

When he was thrown into Elona's arms, she said sympathetically, "don't 
worry my sweet little helpless baby, it will be over soon." 

Finally when all of the men were ashore, nestled safely in the arms of 
an amazon, They were carried off to their quarters, a set of barracks 
within the center of the village. Some of the women toting four men, as 
easily as if they were the tiniest of infants. The poor men were so worn 
out from the combination of a sea voyage, and their latest ordeal, that 
they just lay quietly in their captives arms. 

Reaching the barracks, most of them simply collapsed onto their beds 
fully clothed. Waxana and Elona, where given the task of offering final 
instructions to the men. "Men" said Elona, as did Waxana in the other 
barracks. "You've been through a great deal since you were captured. It 
is not our intention to harass of injure you in any way, but you still 
have much to learn. For the next twenty-four hours, your free to rest 
here, or to roam at will through our village. Just make sure that you 
don't wander anywhere near the jungle. You will be watched. If you were 
to ask me, I would advise you to stay right here in your barracks. As 
you have seen, the women of our village, are extremely fond of little 
men like you. I can assure you that if you were to get anywhere near one 
of them, you would not escape being handled, pinched, and fondled. Not 
to mention lifted and thrown around. A favorite game of this Island is 
called, hurl him far, hurl him high. So be warned. 

As she left, she grabbed a little feller right out of his bed, and 
hurled him so high, that he almost hit the sixteen foot high ceiling 
three times. Finally she hugged him to her lucious breasts so tightly,  
that he squealed, sounding for all the world like a little mouse. "You 
see" she smirked, "even I, who am trained for this work, can't resist 
you." She left them, laughing uproariously. 

As Sammy settled down, he spoke in confidence to his three friends. 
"We've got to get out of here. These crazy broads are going to kill us." 

"They seem very taken with us," added Johnny O'Hare. I can't imagine 
them really hurting us. " 

"Yeah," said Sammy. Their crazy for us. Their going to hug us, mash us, 
and love us to death. Jesus, " he added, "I never saw such big women." 

True to their promise, the men were allowed to rest for the next twenty-
four hours. Early the next day however, the were awakened, and marched 
to the village square. There they were placed in the center of a circle, 
entirely surrounded by the town's women. Captain Luana, who seemed to 
have as much power in the town, as she had on the ship, rose and 
addressed the group. 

"Ladies, now we all have a hand it the continuation of  their training. 
No reason however, why we can't have  fun in the process," she said 
happily. She stepped back into the circle of women, and a frighteningly 
large women stepped forth. She had to be at least seven foot four, and 
must have weighed at least three hundred and fifty pounds. Snatching one 
of the men from his group, she held him out at arms length, her immense  
hand completely encircling his ass. "Look at this one girls" she 
cackled, it's so tiny and insignificant that I can contain it's entire 
butt in my hand," and she waved him up and down, squeezing his ass so as 
not to drop him,  like straightening out the wash. 

The little man gasped and turned red. Luana immediately jumped into the 
circle. "Ruana, you are squeezing him to hard. You've been warned of 
this before. Give me the little fellow" she said holding her arms out. 

"Aw Luana, is it my fault if there so delicate? Gee whiz, I was just 
getting started with the little guy. 

"Playing is not hurting Ruana." Now take your place in the circle, and 
think about what you will do when it is your turn again, that is if we 
decide to give you another turn." 

Her place was quickly taken by another women, who grabbed the poor 
little one by his feet, and held him upside down like a stuck chicken. 
He gasped in terror and humiliation, as she ripped his clothes from him. 
His embarrassment  was intensified,  when he heard a number of the women 
in the circle,  mention his little erection. "Oh doesn't he have an 
adorable little dickey" said the women swinging him from side to side. 
"And your so nice and hard for us, aren't you my little cutie pie. You 
just love big strong women doing this to you, don't you my  sweet.? And 
would you like mama to put you out of your misery?" 

This last sally brought gales of laughter from the other women. The poor 
little fellow, in his present predicament,  didn't know what to say, so 
he just agreed with her. "Yes mistress. Anything you say mistress," said 
the little man, as he dangled from her powerful arm. This brought even 
louder gales of laughter from the women. "All right, glad to oblige 
sweetie." By the way, what's your name? I just hate to do, anyone, 
without knowing him." 

Grinning, she winked at the hoard of women, who rewarded her with fits 
of mirth. "Lyle mistress, my name is Lyle, and if you please, I feel the 
blood rushing to my head." 

"Don't you worry about that, my tiny helpless Lyle. In a very few 
minutes we will have the blood rushing to another part of your pretty 
little body." By this time the women were rolling on the floor.  She 
lifted his legs above her head, bringing his genitals near her mouth. 
Opening her mouth wide, she swallowed him, cock and balls. 

"Oh my God" he screamed, which brought forth even further laughter. 

"Did you hear him?" asked one of the women in the circle. "I think that 
we have a religious man here. Go ahead Saleena, see if you can evoke 
more words of praise from our little priest." 

"I'll try ladies, I'll try." Releasing one leg, she clutched one of his 
buttocks with her large hand.  Maintaining her hold on his one cheek, 
she grabbed the other, her fingers so long in relation to the little 
man, that she had to insert them into his rectum, a circumstance that 
delighted her.  Now she had him in her mouth, her hands pushing him even 
further down her hungry throat, nearly absorbing his entire groin. 
Cupping his tiny buttocks, she pushed him in and out of her grasping 
mouth, with a speed that took his breath away. The little man felt as if 
he were just a toy in her arms. He couldn't stop himself from moaning in 
a combination of passion and terror. There was nothing that he could do, 
except be used. She increased the speed of her thrusts, causing him to 
yell in a fit of passion. 

"Oh God" he screamed as he felt the cum spurting forth from his abused 
but oh so happy penis. She kept up, the in and out motion, until he was 
entirely dry, and was howling for mercy. "God oh God, mistress please, I 
can't stand it any longer. Mercy, have pity on me." 

Realizing that she had gone a bit to far, she stopped and permitted him 
to lie like a shattered fragment of plastic, adorning her head. Lifting 
his inert little body from her head, she cradle him in her arms, 
pressing him lovingly to her breasts. "Poor little bird," she whispered. 
"You'll be just fine in a few seconds," and she gently kissed him on his 
forehead. "You've had your lesson for the day my little pussy cat" she 
said, and she called to a large women who was standing at the border of 
the line of men, seemingly a guard. "Sissy," keep this little one 
occupied for a while,"  and without warning, hurled the frightened 
fellow twenty feet into Sissy's arms. Tiny Lyle simply collapsed like a 
rumpled dish rag in her arms, completely spent. 

Once again, Captain Luana stepped into the center of the circle. 
"Melina" she called to the six foot eleven white haired elderly women,  
waiting anxiously to get her hands on one of the diminutive men. "It's 
your turn now." Melina stepped into the center of the circle. Although 
she was a good sixty years old, her body was as exquisitely muscled, if 
not more so, then her younger friends. She was a sight to behold, and if 
it were not for her shock of white hair, one would not think her to be 
over thirty-five. 

With a look of rapture written all over her face, as if she had been 
waiting all of her life for this moment, she moved along in front of the 
men, scrutinizing them. Moving catlike around the group,  she snaked her 
way in and out. As she passed a man, she would caress his face, or his 
hair, or perhaps touch his shoulder, each man turning white with fear as 
she passed by. Prowling around and through the group, she suddenly 
stopped dead in her tracks, and gazed down at a frightened  four foot 
black haired little pixie of a man. She gazed at the poor fellow for 
what seemed an eternity, yet no more then sixty seconds had gone by. 
Slowly, she turned her back to him. The little fellow breathed a sigh of 
relief, which was immediately turned into a yelp of terror, as she 
suddenly reached back, and snatched him off of his feat, by the scruff 
of his neck.  

Carl Metes knew the it was forbidden to cry out, but her sudden action 
had evoked an explosive cry of fear from him. With one hand she raised 
him, so that he hung face to face with her. "Don't you know little man 
that silence is a major part of your training?, she asked him 
caustically. 

"Please mistress forgive me" he blubbered. I,  I,  I mean, that it was 
such a surprise, that the sound escaped my lips unbidden. Please" he 
begged "forgive me, it won't happen again." 

"No little man, it better not," and she raised her fist flexing her 
bicep at her friends, who broke out in a cheer. "That's the way old 
girl, show the little weak piece of turd whose in charge here", yelled 
the crowd. "Now what I am about to do to you, is merely a part of your 
training, and you will not make a sound. I repeat. You will not make a 
sound, is that clear?", and taking a deep breath she blew hard on the 
little one's chest, causing him to swing back and forth in her grasp. 

Overwhelmed with terror he answered, Y, Yes maam, I mean mistress it's 
clear, I'll try very hard not to make a sound." The storm on her face, 
caused him to rephrase his statement. "M, m, mistress, I won't make a 
sound." 

Placing him on the palm of her hand, she curved her fingers completely 
around his ass, and over his hips. Although thoroughly mortified, he sat 
comfortably on her palm, his balance provided by her fingers, as they 
almost reached his sides. "Look ladies' she said, "Have you ever seen a 
more frightened and helpless little man before? Good gosh, no wonder 
their so much in demand." She turned her attention back to Carl once 
again. "Soon, very soon, your not going to be very happy, nor so 
comfortable. Shake your head if you understand." He did as she said. 
"All right then." She reached her other hand down and removed his shoes. 
He shut his eyes as tight as he could. Deliberately, agonizingly slowly, 
she gripped both of his ankles in her one gigantic paw. His breathing 
became so shallow, that he very nearly hyperventilated. 

Suddenly and without warning, she pulled her hand out from under his 
little rump. He fell head first, but before he could hit the ground she 
snatched him up like playing with a yo, yo. Just as quickly as he fell 
to the ground, so to he rose up towards the sky. For a fraction of a 
second he stood frozen in mid air, high above her head, ten feet in the 
air. And then, horror of horrors to the poor little thing, she started 
to spin him around and around.  Around and around, up and down, he spun. 
If he had been a lasso, she could have jumped through him on his way to 
the ground. The poor little thing wanted to scream, beg, and cry, but 
the brave little fellow did none of the above. He merely bit his tongue 
until it bled. 

Finally the beautiful matron took pity on the tiny fellow. She stopped 
spinning him and he hung down to the ground as before, teary eyed but 
quite. Once again cupping his ass in her hand, she held him in front of 
her. Bowing to the applauding masses, and with a ya hoo, she lifted him 
one handed, easily over her head. Looking up, she said to little Carl 
Metes, "Well done, little one. You deserve a rest," and with that she 
threw him over the crowd to the waiting guard, Sissy, who now held two 
men in her arms. 

This continued until Sissy was toting four men. Kissing and squeezing 
each of them gently, she carried them to their barracks, and put them to 
bed. "Tomorrow is another day little sweeties, so get your beauty 
sleep," and she returned to the circle for more men. 

 

The training, or was it the fun and games, went on for quite a while,  
one hundred and sixty men taking the better part of the night. The next 
day the men were not disturbed for breakfast, until twelve noon. Sammy 
and his friends, Billy, John, and Paul, sat together munching on their 
food, discussing the previous evening. "We've got to get out of here" 
said Sammy, quietly looking over his shoulder, making sure that they 
weren't overheard. 

 "How"? Said Billy. "The broads are all over the place, and holy shit, 
did you ever see such big strong women? Every time one looks at me cross 
eyed, I want to shit." 

"Yeah, yeah" Sammy answered, "but there"s always a way." He looked up 
again lowering his voice to a tiny whisper. 

Johnny O'Hare piped in. "You know, there's a big jungle out there. We 
could wait till it's overcast and the moon is hidden, and make a break 
for it into the jungle." 

"Sure sure" said Paul Kahn, I could just feature myself being the 
appetizer, for some shity Lion. 

"Look," said Sammy, " you guys know that Elona has the hot's for me. She 
Tel's me everything. At least I think that she does. She said that the 
jungle only has birds, and small mammals, like monkey's and foxes. I 
think John is right. All we have to do is wait for a dark night, and 
sneak by the guard's. They only keep two around the barracks. I've been 
watching them. Most of the time they alternate their watch, so that at 
least one guard is watching a side of the building containing  window's. 
But every half hour or so, they walk around so that one side of the 
building with window's is left alone for five minutes. 

"I'm sure", said little Billy Battles, "they probably do it on purpose, 
so that one of them can catch us, and kick our sweet little asses." 

"Jesus" said Sammy in exasperation, Mr. gloom and doom in person.  Your 
the most pessimistic son of a bitch that I ever saw. I can assure you 
that their not that devious. So what do you say guys, is it agreed?" 

"And what do we do after we get out of the jungle?" asked Pauly Kahn. 

"Do you remember when Luana threw her fat husband into the drink?, asked 
Sammy rhetorically. The other women asked if they should pick him up in 
the captains skiff. After we get out of the jungle, we make our way to 
the ship, and steal the skiff, and away we go. " 

They shook their heads affirmatively. "Then it's agreed. We make our 
break on the first dark night", said Sammy.