Marooned on a Small Blue Planet
By Valerafon
Two young female aliens are marooned on a lush tropical island.

This is a work of fiction and should not be read by anyone under 
the age of eighteen. Please do not read further if you are 
offended by violence and or sexual content.



The gyro-stabilizers had malfunctioned. The ship was lurching 
wildly out of control. What was to be a fun and relaxing trip to 
this small blue planet, to study the anthropological aspects of 
it's inhabitants, had turned into a nightmare. 

The young and handsome Calmarian frantically worked the 
controls. His wife was doing the same from her seat next to him. 
He paused from his hopeless task for a moment, and looked at his 
mate, as the ship momentarily regained some semblance of 
stability.

"You better put the girls in the life pod," he said very calmly, 
"we only have a few minutes."

His wife wiping the tears from her eyes, got up and kissed her 
husband on the cheek, as her spouse refocused on the controls 
and the now futile situation before him. She paused only a 
second more as she momentarily gazed out through the view screen 
at the strange planet that was to be their daughters new home 
for the remainder of their lives. 

As she gazed out at the planet, her first thoughts were about 
her husband and how calm he seemed to be. She was so very proud 
of him, even in this desperate moment. She felt oddly calm 
herself and strangely numb, even as all hope faded and the 
futility of their situation sank in to her psyche. The moment 
had an element of unreality to it she thought. How could this be 
happening? Our technology was foolproof. Finally, she regained a 
grip on the reality of the moment, sighed deeply at the strange 
planet stretched out before her, and went to secure her two 
young daughters in the pod. 

The girls were not crying or making a fuss of any kind. Rather, 
they looked on stoically as both parents worked frantically to 
save, first the ship, and finally in desperation....their 
children. Their mother felt more than a little pride at the 
brave front her two young daughters were showing as she secured 
them in the pod. They have their fathers bravery, she thought, 
and his fierce desire for living. He has trained his daughters 
well she thought proudly. She allowed herself a momentary smile, 
and knew that they would somehow survive.

First, she kissed the oldest, Nyla and then checked the small 
control panel inside the life raft. She was just seven her 
mother thought. What would happen to her....to both of the 
girls? Could they live with these primitives? What would their 
lives be like? The shipped lurched violently once more. Her 
thoughts refocused on the girls survival. This she knew was the 
only thing that mattered at the moment. She fastened Nyla into 
the safety harness, kissed her one final time, and performed the 
same ritual with Frieda, the youngest. She tried to hold back 
her tears as she worked. She was unsuccessful.

"What's the matter momma?" Nyla asked.

"You and your sister are going on an adventure. I want you both 
to be very brave."

"I'll take care of Freida,"  Nyla informed her mother earnestly, 
"she's a pip-squeak!"

She gave her daughter a forced little smile and thought to 
herself how brave she is. She took a very deep breath, and 
kissed both girls once more making sure each was secure in the 
small pod that was to be their life raft to this strange new 
world.

Did Nyla understand she wondered as she closed the transparent 
aluminum door separating her from her daughters forever.  

The shipped lurched violently once more.

The husband yelled back to his wife, "There's an island ahead. 
Hurry! We don't have much time."

The mother wiped her tears a final time and waved to her two 
brave daughters as she hit the eject button. Her daughters waved 
back as they disappeared from their mother's sight forever. The 
pod was gone, but the mother kept staring at the place where it 
had nestled only seconds before, her thoughts focusing on the 
girl's futures for a few more brief moments. Then she rejoined 
her mate at the front of the craft.

The husband stood and held his wife closely as they stared out 
at the fertile blue planet, their daughters new home. There was 
no more to be done or that could be done. The craft started it's 
final plunge toward the water.

In the last few desperate moments, they saw the pod make the 
island and land safely in the sand. They turned to one another 
and no words were exchanged or needed to be. They kissed one 
last time as the saucer's velocity kept increasing and the water 
approached at unbelievable speed. They were still embracing as 
the ship hit the water. For a moment there was silence, and then 
a tremendous explosion. No one was nearby to hear it.

Nyla and Freida removed their harnesses, pushed open the door, 
and stepped out into another world. Everything was new and 
different. The sun was very bright and oddly yellow. The heat 
was stifling, but a cool breeze was blowing in from the ocean. 
It felt pleasantly cool and refreshing on their faces. The place 
where they landed even had peculiar smells the girls couldn't 
identify. But even stranger, there were very odd and frightening 
noises coming from the jungle that loomed but a few feet from 
them. Frieda started to cry. Nyla hugged her sister and said, 
"Don't worry pip-squeak, I'll protect you."

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The two men sailed on in the eerily calm water. There were no 
other sails as far as the eye could see. They were hopelessly 
behind, but that really didn't matter to Skip and Gill. Just 
finishing the race was their real objective. They were on the 
sixth and longest section of the twelve leg trans-Pacific 
sailboat race. As usual, they were last and lagging far behind 
the other boats. 

Even the three all-girl crews were outdistancing them. One of 
the female crews was in second place at the start of this 
section of the race. Now that was news Skip thought, but no..the 
news agencies had singled the crew of the Guppy out to 
constantly badger and harass. Both men hated the notoriety they 
were receiving. They almost got as much coverage as all the 
other crews put together. Being a small man in a world of taller 
people was always challenging, but something both men had 
grudgingly learned to live with. But as the race progressed, the 
news reporters endless questions about their height continued. 
Gill was not quite five feet tall and Skip was just a little 
taller at five foot one. That fact had made them newsworthy.

In fact, they were always besieged by reporters as they 
straggled into port far behind the rest of the other boats. They 
had to field the same endless questions. Were they strong enough 
to handle the boat? Did they think their height was too much of 
a hindrance? Were they going to quit?

Gill had admired his friend ever since they were children 
growing up together in the same neighborhood. He remembered with 
pride how Skip had always protected him from the other taller 
kids. In spite of his height and slender build, Skip would never 
back away from a fight. Somehow, his calm manner and firm stand 
got him out of most tough situations in one piece.

Now, He handled the endless demeaning questions in the same calm 
manner. Yes, they were strong enough to handle the boat. Their 
height was not the problem....it was their lack of race 
experience. Both men were novices to sail boat racing. The 
inexperienced men had taken six months off from their accounting 
jobs to make their dream of sailing in this race a reality. And 
finally, they were definitely going to finish this race. All 
that really mattered was finishing, their time was not important 
he would constantly repeat to the reporters. Would it ever sink 
in?

A smile flashed across Gill's face as he remembered his friend's 
responses at the last port of call. Slowly his thoughts returned 
to the Guppy and he swelled with pride as the sail caught a huge 
gust of wind and the boat began to literally fly through the 
water. The Guppy had been both men's dream and it was now their 
proudest possession. Even though all the expenses were shared 
equally and both were copartners in the ownership of the Guppy, 
Skip was the one in charge. He was the captain and Gill was the 
first mate and chief bottle washer, but Gill didn't mind. He 
really looked up to his friend. He felt Skip would get them 
safely through any crises, and now a new and terrifying problem 
had just reared it's ugly head. 

The weather started getting rough. The tiny boat was tossed. If 
not for the courage of the fearless crew...the Guppy would be 
lost...the Guppy would be lost.

Both men fought to keep the ship headed in the right direction 
as the storm intensified, but as each hour passed they were 
blown further and further off course. As the men fought the 
storm, eventually all that mattered was their survival. The huge 
mountainous waves crashed relentlessly into their boat and each 
man was almost washed overboard several times. 

In the end, the storm's relentless fury was just too much for 
their tiny sail boat. The Guppy's ultimate fate came swiftly. 
First, their mast cracked in two and crashed into the surf. 
Then, they lost their rudder, making maneuvering impossible. 
Finally, their rudderless ship floundered helplessly, and a 
monstrous wave hit them broadside foundering the boat, and 
throwing the two men into the swirling chaos that was the ocean. 

Both men, somehow managed to swim to a fragment of the mast in 
the raging tempest, and they held on for dear life as the storm 
raged all about and around them for hours.

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Skip awoke on dry land. He spit some sand grains from his mouth 
and realized he must be on some sort of beach. He was very 
surprised to still be alive. He managed, with great effort, to 
lift his head and look around at his surroundings. He was 
relieved to see his little buddy lying next to him face down in 
the sand, the broken wreckage of the mast separating them. Gill 
was there, but was he OK? He wasn't moving and he looked 
unconscious. Skip tried to reach out toward his friend, but his 
limbs just wouldn't work. 

At that moment, he heard a noise and gazed up the beach. Two 
very large teenage girls were walking cautiously towards his and 
Gill's position. They were spectacular looking and both girls 
were hardly wearing anything at all. His mind tried to deal with 
their size as they moved closer. The girls looked impossibly 
huge. One of the girls, the taller and older looking of the two, 
was talking to him, but for some reason he couldn't make out her 
words.

Skip watched them approach for a few more seconds, staring 
awestruck at the approaching apparitions. Had he hit his head? 
Could they be real? This really was some humdinger of a 
hallucination he thought. Then he lost consciousness once again 
and his head slumped back to the sand.

Frieda looked at the two strange creatures and asked, "What are 
they, Nyla?"

Nyla replied in her most confident voice, "They're men, silly."     
She always used that tone when she was explaining something 
important to Freida. 

Both girls reached the unconscious men and stared at them for 
few seconds before Freida asked, "Are they OK, Nyla?"

Nyla bent down and turned Skip over. She was relieved to see 
that he was still breathing. She turned to her sister and said, 
"Turn that one over Freida and see if he's alive. While Freida 
followed her older sisters instructions, Nyla reached down and 
picked the small man up and cradled him in her massive arms.

She stared at the small man nestled in her arms and thought he 
was kind of cute. She liked his little mustache. She thought it 
gave his  face character. As she held him, she noted that he 
hardly seemed to weigh anything at all. 

At that moment she heard her sister yell out, "This one's 
breathing too." 

Freida saw her sister standing with the other little guy in her 
arms. So Freida bent down and carefully picked up the other man 
as well. As she picked him up, she made sure that she was very 
careful with him. He was so tiny she didn't want to hurt him 
further.

When she had her little bundle secured in her arms, she walked 
over to her sister. "They sure are small!" Freida commented.

Nyla added, "They're smaller than we were when we landed on this 
island.

"Are they children?" Freida asked.

"I don't think so. Maybe, the men on this planet are just real 
small," Nyla said with not too much conviction.

"Mine's sort of cute, " Freida said and then giggled as she 
looked down at her little bundle. Then she added, "What are we 
going to do with them?"

Like always, Nyla had an answer for her sisters questions. 
"Let's take them home and see how bad they're hurt. That's what 
mom and dad would have wanted us to do."

Freida hung her head and frowned. She still missed her parents 
very much, even after all these years. There was an ache and a 
profound loneliness that never left her, in spite of the love 
she now had for her new home, the island.  The ache never really 
left, it was always there still lurking under the surface and 
unpleasant memories could come gushing back at a moments notice 
as well. 

Freida sent those unpleasant memories far back into her 
subconscious and finally looked back toward her sister, silently 
nodding her head in agreement. Then she followed her sister 
Nyla, as they struck out toward the tree house. 

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The girls reached the huge tree house in a matter of minutes. It 
was located just inside the jungle that extended over fully one 
half of the huge island.

A large vine hung down from the entrance of the tree house that 
was located some twenty feet off the jungle floor, and was only 
one of two ways of entering the tree house from the ground. The 
girls decided to use the lift to transport the men into the tree 
house, instead of  trying to climb the vine with the dead weight 
of the men in their arms. Nyla was very worried that one or both 
of the fragile looking creatures may be hurt seriously. 

Both girls carefully placed their little bundles on the four 
foot by four foot square board. The lift was used for ferrying 
up pineapples and other foodstuffs and materials to the massive 
tree house. But it would come in handy today to lift the injured 
men into the girls living space that was their home since that 
fateful day many years before.

Freida remained at the bottom while Nyla quickly climbed the 
vine and waited for Freida to hoist the two men up into the tree 
house. 

"Are you having trouble with the rope? Nyla asked Freida 
impatiently.

"No sis! They're lighter than our usual loads," the younger 
sister replied as she effortlessly hoisted the two men up to her 
waiting sister.

Once Nyla had secured the lift, she gently removed Gill from it 
and placed him inside the tree house and safely out of harms 
way. Then she quickly retraced her steps and reached down and 
scooped Skip up and carried him into the sleeping room of the 
huge tree house. Once there, she placed him gently in the spot 
where she normally slept and covered the little man with her 
blanket even though it was starting to get very hot outside.

As she hovered over the little man, Nyla stared intently at his 
masculine face. She hadn't seen a man in many years and she 
barely remembered what her father looked like. His face was 
definitely strange and different she thought. Did she like 
it?...definitely not. Then curiosity got the best of her, and 
she gently began to rub the back of her hand over his face. His 
three day beard felt rough to the touch, but for some reason she 
thought it looked good on him. Even though his face felt strange 
and looked odd, she quickly amended her opinion and thought she 
could get use to his looks. She thought all the hair definitely 
gave his face character. 
 
When he stirred uneasily, her concern shifted from his looks 
back to his condition. She was relieved to see that he appeared 
to be breathing normally, and that he didn't seem to be in any 
distress even though he was still unconscious. Nyla smiled 
contentedly when she realized that he was sleeping peacefully.

As she attended to her charge, Freida entered the room with the 
other little man and had followed her sisters lead by placing 
the other fellow in her sleeping spot. She even covered her 
little burden in the same manner as Nyla had done. 

Nyla noticing her sister for the first time, tenderly brushed 
the hair out of her man's face with her huge hand and then went 
to check on Freida's charge. She exhaled a sigh of relief when 
her more thorough inspection of the little man seemed to 
indicate that he didn't have any severe injuries either.  

"Are they both gonna be all right, Nyla?" her sister asked in a 
concerned voice.

She looked at her sister, smiled at her tenderly, and then 
answered her sister in her most authoritative voice, "Yes! All 
they need is a lot of sleep."

Freida's next words surprised Nyla, "They're real cute. Can we 
keep them?"

"They're grownups, just like mom and dad were and we are now. I 
don't think we can keep them," Nyla told her sister.

When she saw Freida frown, Nyla added, "But I don't think 
they'll be going anyplace anytime soon....not without a boat."

Her younger sister visibly brightened at the prospects of the 
two men being around for awhile. 

As Freida looked down on the little guy that she had carried in, 
she said, "He's so small and he looks so fragile and weak. We're 
going to have to protect them from the crooked tooth's and the 
slithers in the jungle, and I don't think they can ride the 
swifts by themselves....They'd fall off."

Nyla thought the same thing but said, "There's time enough for 
talk of that later. Let them sleep. But first, I think we should 
take off they're wet clothes and let them dry in the sun.

As both girls started to carefully remove the men's clothes, 
Freida giggled then asked Nyla, "All their clothes?"

Nyla thought for a moment then replied, "No! Leave their 
underclothes on, but remove everything else."

That brought another frown from Freida, but she always did as 
her sister said. Freida loved her sister and looked up to her. 
She knew Nyla was seldom wrong about anything.

As the girls worked, Freida added, "These foot coverings they 
have on are very strange."

Nyla nodded and said, "They won't need them on the island." And 
both girls threw the men's loafers over their shoulders to a 
distant corner of the room.

When the girls had finished undressing the men, Nyla appraised 
the men's clothes more closely. After doing so, she casually 
commented, "These strange clothes of theirs won't last long when 
the rains come. I think we should make them bottoms like ours 
from the fabric still left over from the ship."

"I don't think they'll need tops like we need," Freida said in a 
merry voice, "that will save a lot of fabric."

Both girls looked down at their huge breasts barely contained in 
the sturdy alien fabric and they both laughed.

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From time to time, Skip would regain consciousness. He thought 
he was still having that same hallucination. Every time he 
awoke, there would be one of those impossibly tall and 
incredibly beautiful teenage girls hovering just above him. This 
time, the older one was giving him some water and placing bits 
of pineapple in his mouth. This sure seems real he thought and 
the food is tasty. Could you taste food in a hallucination he 
wondered? Invariably, he would always slip back into peaceful 
sleep once again. Just before he lost consciousness this time, 
he thought that it would be wonderful if beautiful creatures 
like this really existed, instead of being a figment of his 
imagination. What a pity they don't exist he thought as the 
hallucination gave him a warm smile. Her smile made him feel 
strangely content and then blackness filled his mind once more. 

More time passed. Eventually, Skip regained full consciousness. 
He felt like Rip Van Winkle, and that he had awoke from a long 
slumber. Every bone in his body ached, but he was alive, and 
incredibly....the girls did exist and they were just as 
beautiful as his dreams remembered them.
 
To his relief, Skip found out that Gill was OK as well, and 
actually doing better than he was. Gill was already on his feet 
and moving around. Both men had slept for three days. 

The girls were even taller than he remembered in his semi- 
conscious state. The top of Gill's head didn't even come up to 
the bottom of the girls boobs, and what boobs they were. Each 
luscious boob had to be as big as Gill's head. They looked like 
they were going to tumble out of that strange fabric any second. 
It was hard for Gill not to stare at the girl's awesome breasts. 
In fact, anywhere he looked on the girl's magnificent bodies he 
found something awe inspiring.

As he surveyed the girls further, he realized that their actual 
height had to be close to seven feet tall, and what incredible 
bodies they both possessed as well. Both girls had to weigh more 
than twice what Gill or himself weighed, but there wasn't an 
ounce of fat anywhere on their huge bodies, just taut rippling 
muscle. They did look like some body builders he had seen, but 
their muscular bodies weren't over done. Rather, they were 
perfectly proportioned for their height and weight. He thought 
they matched his vision of what Tarzana or Sheena would look 
like if they actually existed. He chuckled to himself. Maybe, 
they were a little taller than his fantasy vision of those two 
jungle creatures.

The next thing that caught his attention was their hair. It was 
identical in coloration and length. Both girls wore their hair 
in a ponytail that trailed halfway down their broad shoulders, 
and they were blondes, but their blond hair had an odd white 
coloration to it. He had never quite seen that same exact hair 
color on anyone else before, but it looked strangely beautiful, 
and it seemed to fit them both perfectly.

Wow! What legs both girls possessed. They seemed to go on 
forever and their thighs were bigger around than either man's 
waist. Their legs appeared so incredibly strong and muscular 
looking too, but still beautiful and undeniably feminine. He had 
to forcefully fight back the urge to grab a leg, hug it, and 
shower it with kisses. 

As he stared at both girls in complete awe, he realized that 
these two magnificent  creatures seemed to have a hypnotic 
effect on him. He had to concentrate on their words as they 
spoke or his mind would wonder back to their awe-inspiring 
attributes. The girls would often have to repeat their words as 
they spoke to the two men even though they spoke perfect 
English. As a matter of fact, both girls were looking at him, at 
the moment, as if he was deaf or dumb.

When Gill was finally able to tear his eyes away from the 
delightful visions hovering in front of him and focus on his 
little buddy, he could see that he was equally affected by their 
undeniable magnetism as well.

As Skip's day dream took wings once again, he remembered a 
McDonald's commercial and chuckled to himself. The girls were 
indeed supersized, but with such a wildly strange mix of 
feminine beauty, rippling muscles, and awesome height that it 
made his head swim. If you added the look of innocence and youth 
to the equation, it was just too much for him to contemplate.

He shook his head to clear his mind and he felt somewhat ashamed 
at his indecent thoughts. These girl's were still in their teens 
and he was almost thirty and furthermore they quite probably had 
just saved his and Gill's life. He thought they deserved better 
than an indecent leer. 

As the older teen came closer, Skip asked the questions that 
were uppermost in his mind, "What's your name and how did you 
get here?"

As always Nyla answered quickly and with great self assurance, 
"I'm Nyla and that's my sister Freida. We're from another 
planet."

Skip just stared at her for a second. Her last statement caught 
him totally off guard. Then he replied sort of disdainfully, 
"You speak English awfully well for an alien, and you sure look 
human."

"Thank you!" she said innocently and then smiled that electric 
smile of hers at him once again. "Your language is difficult," 
she continued on in an earnest voice,  "it took us almost a day 
to learn it on the way here from Calmaria." She paused for a 
moment still using that big broad smile of hers on him and then 
answered the second half of his question too, "I think our 
species is a lot taller than humans....don't you think?"

"And a lot stronger," Freida added.

Skip looked the girls over once again. He had to admit they 
didn't look like any teenagers he'd ever seen before, but he 
dismissed the thought of them being from another planet as 
preposterous and returned to questioning the girls. "How did you 
get here? Where are your parents?" he rattled off in rapid 
succession. 

Both girls visibly saddened. As usual, it was Nyla who answered, 
"Our parents died in the crash of our ship, this is our home 
now."

"And yours too!" Freida piped in.

Skip mulled their story over in his mind. The girls really 
believed this fantasy he thought. They seemed so earnest in it's 
telling. Why would they make up such a story he wondered? The 
trauma of the accident must have caused the girls to fabricate 
this story he thought further. 

As the girls remained quiet, he put the last conversation from 
his mind and surveyed his surroundings for the first time. The 
tree house was an engineering marvel. Frank Lloyd Wright 
couldn't have done a better job. It was huge and spanned many 
rooms most of which he had not yet been in. He made a mental 
note to tour the whole tree house as soon as he was able. As he 
continued to look around, he wondered how two young girls could 
have built this  magnificent structure? It was so intricate in 
it's construction and functional in it's simplicity. That was a 
contradiction in terms, but it seemed to fit the tree house. It 
reminded him of the tree house in the old Johnny Weismueller 
movies, but far grander.

Finally, he blurted out, "Did your parents build this?"

Nyla answered sadly, "Our parents were already dead. We used 
tools from the pod."

"It took us almost three whole days," Freida chimed in once 
again.

"Is it poorly constructed?" Nyla asked a little embarrassed.

"No! It's a marvel. A real marvel," He said truly impressed. 
Both girls smiled broadly at the compliment. Could the girls 
have actually built this tree house he wondered?

There was silence for a moment or two, then Nyla and Freida 
looked at each other and giggled.

This time Gill asked, "What's the matter girls?"

Skip had almost forgot about his friend Gill, he wasn't much for 
words.

"We made you something," Nyla said and then looked at Freida and 
both girls giggled again.

"What?" Gill asked in anticipation.

Freida ran over to a bamboo dresser and grabbed something off 
the  top and came running back. She flipped one to Nyla who 
caught it flawlessly and then both girls held out a piece of 
clothing, in their fingers, for Gill and Skip....Big smiles 
dancing across their beautiful faces as they waited for the men 
to take their presents. As the men looked at the briefs, they 
realized that there wasn't much substance to each of the 
garments. They resembled bikini briefs Skip thought. Both men 
hesitated a moment longer and looked at each other, each waiting 
for the other to reach for his garment.

"Don't you like them?" Nyla asked with the ring of 
disappointment in her voice, "Your clothes won't last long in 
this heat and humidity."

Finally, the men reached out and took the briefs as Nyla added, 
"It's a fabric from our home planet. There was some in the pod 
when we landed. It won't wear out and it stretches more than 
your clothes will."

Freida added with mirth in her voice, "We didn't think you 
needed tops like ours....Put them on!"

Both girls giggled once again.

"Thanks!" Skip said and Gill added his thanks too.

"I'd like to see that pod,"  Skip added as he inspected the 
briefs for the fifth time.

"Sure! There'll be plenty of time for that later," Nyla assured 
him.

Gill added, "I'd like to see the tools you used to build this 
place too...Maybe we can build a boat and leave this island."

"You can't have the tools," Freida shot back, "you can't leave!"

That elicited an immediate response from Nyla, "Freida! Where's 
your manners?"

Freida bowed her head and said, "Sorry."

Then Nyla looked at the two men and gave that electric smile of 
hers once again and added, "I'll show you where the tools are 
later...There's plenty of time for that too."

Then the girl's attention went back to the briefs that the men 
were holding in their hands. There was an uneasy silence for a 
second or two as both girls stared at the men as if they were 
waiting for them to change into the briefs right in front of 
them..

"Ah! We'll go into the other room and change girls.....Thanks 
again,"  Skip stammered.

As Gill and Skip beat a hasty retreat, Skip looked back and 
could see the girls frowning.

As the two men changed in the next room, Nyla yelled from the 
other room, "Would you like to go to the waterfall and freshen 
up. We usually go there twice a day."

"That sounds great!" Skip yelled, but Gill whispered to him that 
he wanted to rest. 

"Gill wants to rest, he'll go tomorrow Skip yelled through the 
thin walls.
 
"That's OK with us!" Nyla yelled back. 

The men changed out of their clothes and into the bikini bottoms 
as both sides yelled questions back and forth. They now were 
wearing less than the girls were, and the girls were very 
scantily clad indeed.

At first Skip didn't think the briefs would fit, but Nyla was 
right, they did stretch quite a bit. After they were on, they 
made him feel a little bit like Tarzan even if he didn't look 
the part.

As the two men walked back into the next room, the girls eyes 
were all over their bodies. I guess turn about was fair play 
Skip thought, but it did make him feel a bit uncomfortable, and 
he did wonder  what the girls were thinking as they stared at 
the two men.

"They sure are different!"  Freida said as she gave the two men 
the once over. Look Nyla! They bulge!"

Her statement made Skip look down in embarrassment. Both Gill 
and Skip certainly were bulging. The cut of the fabric and it's 
tightness sure showed off the men's hardware.

"Why do they bulge like that?" Freida asked Nyla.

For once Nyla didn't have a quick answer.

Skip tried to change the subject. "You were going to show me the 
waterfall, " He suggested to Nyla.

A smile immediately crossed her face, she pointed in a direction 
that led to a to a different part of the tree house he hadn't 
seen before, and she said confidently, "This way!"

Freida yawned and said, "I think I'll stay here with Gill. I'm 
tired too."

Skip looked back at Freida and was about to say something when 
Nyla grabbed his arm and hurried him along out of the room. 

As soon they were gone, Freida put her hands on her hips and 
stared down at Gill with a strange smile on her face. Gill 
looked back up at Freida with a look of apprehension and a touch 
of panic on his face, and he swallowed very hard.

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Nyla led Skip through the kitchen to a place that was more open, 
but still covered with a roof. Two large chairs were the only 
furniture in the room. They reminded him of lounge chairs and 
the room reminded him of a porch. One side of the porch was open 
to the jungle and a vine was tied to a railing that ended in a 
two foot opening. It almost reminded Skip of a doorway, but 
there was nothing where the door should have been.

As he approached the vine, he soon realized that the vine was 
how they were going to exit the tree house. What did he expect 
he thought with amusement....Escalators? He was still a little 
weak, but he was confident that he wouldn't have too much 
trouble sliding down the vine.

When they reached the vine, Nyla unwound it from the railing and 
said, "Jump into my arms!"

He stared at her dumbly for a second or two as her statement 
sank in. Finally, he replied, "I can slide down the vine under 
my own power."

"The jungle is very dangerous this time of day, the crooked 
tooths will be prowling about," she replied.  "I'm going to 
swing through the trees to the waterfall ....Can you do that?"

He looked out across the jungle at the next tree. It looked a 
mile away. "Yes," he said hesitantly.

She gave him a look of  concern, but handed him the vine. "Go!" 
she commanded.

We'll, if I'm going to be Tarzan he thought, I might as well 
sound like him too. As he took off for the distant tree, he gave 
the Tarzan yell. He was proud of himself, he thought it sounded 
pretty authentic. He had to admit as he swung, this means of 
travel was quite invigorating. The scenery whirred past him and 
the tree approached very quickly. He even got a foot on the 
limb, but he couldn't quite pull the rest of his body all the 
way up onto the sturdy limb. As if in slow motion, he lost his 
momentum and fell backwards off the tree. He swung back and 
forth for a few moments, but finally ended up somewhere in the 
middle of the small clearing holding on to the vine.

Skip couldn't hold his position twenty feet above the ground for 
very long either. Slowly, very slowly he slid down the vine to 
the ground and on to his butt, still holding the vine in his 
hand. Sitting there, he wondered if this had ever happened to 
Tarzan. Before he could think of a funny answer, he heard a 
noise and saw a blur of motion and before he could react to it, 
he had been scooped up and carried aloft once again in Nyla's 
strong capable arms. 

They made the next tree in a matter of seconds. Skip found 
himself perched on her hip as she glanced at him. She had a very 
concerned look on her pretty face.

"What was that noise you made," she asked.

"OH! That, that was my Tarzan yell," he replied. 

"Your what!" she asked.

He shook his head, laughed, and said, "It's from a fable about a 
boy who finds himself alone in the jungle and somehow he manages 
to survive."

"Maybe, you'll tell us the story."  Nyla said excitedly. "It 
sounds just like what happened to my sister and me."

"I'd be happy too,"  he replied.

As she held him easily, like a small child in her arms, twenty 
five feet above the ground, he glanced down  and remembered  
where he was. He was now in a very embarrassing position and he 
chuckled to himself and  seriously doubted that this had ever 
happened to Tarzan. 

"I shouldn't have let you try that," she stated, "Your just too 
weak! You could have gotten hurt." 

"I can do it," he stated, "I'm stronger than I look...Put me 
down....please!"

She just shook her head like she didn't believe him and that her 
mind was already made up. Immediately after giving him the bad 
news, she took off again, and didn't give him a chance to object 
further. The scenery whirred by and he found himself hanging 
tightly on to her neck as they flew through the trees. Her left 
arm was around his body as well for support. Somehow, she 
maintained both of her hands on the vine even though she held 
him tightly to her. After a couple of transfers to other trees, 
she repositioned him, from her hip, to her back. He didn't 
protest. He just closed his eyes and hung on for dear life. They 
must have traveled, in this manner, for ten more minutes. Skip 
estimated they must have covered over a mile in that time. 
Finally, they reached a tree limb that she didn't move from. 
Skip slowly opened his eyes and saw the most beautiful pool and 
waterfall he had ever seen in his life stretched out below them. 
It's beauty was breathtaking. 

"Can you imitate a fish?"  she asked.

He knew what she was asking. She wanted to know if he could 
swim. He nodded yes.

"Good!" She said and with Skip still on her back, she swung them 
out to the middle of the pool and let go of the vine. Skip 
barely had time to scream as he hit the water. Nyla was laughing 
the whole time.

They frolicked in the pool for over an hour. Skip couldn't help 
but like this beautiful young girl and yes he had to admit to 
himself that he was attracted to her in spite of her awe 
inspiring height and young age. She had an easy going manner and 
a magnetic personality to go along with her undeniable beauty. 
There were other things about her he was attracted to as well. 
He detected a maturity beyond her years and yes a vast 
intelligence, even though it hadn't been sharpened and refined 
on this lonely island. 

All these facts made him pause and think about the girls story 
once again. It just couldn't be true he told himself. The girls 
were human in every respect, even if they were extremely tall 
and unbelievably strong. Finally, he knew the girls story would 
come apart when they couldn't produce the pod. He knew both men 
would have to be gentle and understanding when the truth finally 
came out. Undeniably, the girls had been subjected to a very 
traumatic event. He asked himself how could the girls have been 
expected to develop normally when they have been alone on this 
island for almost they're whole lives?

Finally, Nyla looked at the sky and said, "It's going to be dark 
soon. I think we should get back."

Skip looked at her and asked, "Can we walk back?" Even before 
the words were completely out of his mouth, he was surprised 
that he had already delegated some authority to this tall 
beautiful teenage girl. Somehow, I have to let the girls 
understand that I'm going to be the leader of this little group 
of ours he thought.

Nyla looked at him for a few moments with a sympathetic look on 
her face before she answered, and when she did , it was in the 
same tone of voice that she used when she explained things to 
Freida.  

"It's too dangerous," she said sincerely, "I'm sorry, but the 
crooked tooths can't reach us in the trees. I know you don't 
like being carried, but we don't have a choice, and you're not 
strong enough to use the vines by yourself."

"I'm not sure what a crooked tooth is, but I'll take my chances 
in the jungle. I know the way back. You use the trees and go on 
ahead," he said in his most authoritative voice.

Her face visibly saddened before she replied, "I'm sorry, but 
you just don't understand, and I would never forgive myself if 
you got hurt again."

Before he got a chance to protest further, Nyla quickly gathered 
him up once again in her mighty arms. This time he tried to 
resist and pull free, but he might as well have been fighting 
against the wind. She patiently waited while he continued to 
struggle, but it was evident to both of them, almost 
immediately, that it took very little effort on her part to keep 
him a prisoner of her embrace. Nyla waited patiently, in the 
ankle deep water where the struggle had taken place, till the 
futility of his situation would sink in and his struggles, she 
knew, would inevitably subside. 

"Let me go!....Let me go!" he continued to protest.

She grabbed his jaw with her free hand and made him look 
squarely into her smiling face. Her gaze caught his and held it. 
"NO!" she said very firmly. It's too dangerous!"

Then she did something totally unexpected. She grabbed the back 
of his head and planted a very firm kiss on his lips. The strong 
grip of her hand on his head and her hungry lips made opposition 
impossible. In that moment, all resistance faded as pleasure 
flooded into his psyche. His mind was overwhelmed with 
sensation. He went limp in her arms. It was like she was 
draining all the power from his body, but in spite of the 
feeling of total helplessness that overwhelmed him, he felt 
secure and protected in her arms. The kiss lasted for a very 
long time. It was very quiet in that grotto now as the kiss 
continued, with the only noise in Skips ears being the sounds of 
the nearby jungle and the beating of his own heart.

Finally, the kiss ended. She was breathing heavily herself as 
she gave him a very warm smile. The combination of what had just 
happened and the shear magnetism of the beautiful creature that 
held him made him go very passive in her arms. 

She smiled when she saw and felt his resistance fade. Her eyes 
continued to hold his and they just stared at each other for 
what seemed like an eternity. Skip wondered if he had already 
lost in the battle for dominance.

"There, now be good!" she said in a firm but cheerful voice.

He felt like a small child that had just been rewarded for his 
behavior. He sighed deeply and hung his head. Nyla giggled at 
his reaction and started to walk with him out of the water over 
to a hanging vine. He remained passive and deep in thought. As 
she carried him towards the vine, he knew he had just lost the 
first round for leadership of their small group. It caused a 
deep shame within him. Somehow, he had to regain control of the 
situation. In Skips mind, when dealing with the opposite sex, 
control meant dignity.

As the vine approached and his mind cleared from her feminine 
onslaught, he renewed his efforts to break free. No matter how 
hard he fought, he couldn't make her let go of his overmatched 
body. In the mean time, Nyla had a more pressing problem then 
Skips renewed and feeble attempts at escape. How was she going 
to climb the vine with him fighting her the whole time? She knew 
she would need  both arms free for climbing. 

Finally, a solution came to her clever young mind. She set him 
down and immediately grabbed the vine with both hands and then 
grabbed the still protesting man with her beautiful muscular 
legs. Skips arms were pinned at his sides as her legs snaked 
around his body, and made him a prisoner in their intimate 
embrace. Like usual, he was caught totally off guard and hadn't 
reacted quite fast enough.  She smiled at her prisoner for a 
moment and then started her descent up the vine, her arms doing 
the work of climbing for the both of them. 

Skip tried to fight back, but his arms were no match for her 
massive muscular and oh so beautiful thighs. Those incredible 
legs of hers held him firmly, and controlled him, but were not 
squeezing him too tightly. He knew they could squeeze him into 
complete oblivion, if she so desired it, but she was holding him 
just firmly enough so as to make him immobile as they moved 
together up the vine. Her legs were completely horizontal to the 
ground as they moved, and he couldn't help but stare at her in 
complete awe and be completely and utterly mystified at the 
amazing strength this young girl displayed as she climbed. 
Inevitably, he felt himself moving, along with Nyla, up into the 
tree, his body dangling from her shapely and oh so feminine 
legs. 

In a matter of a moment or two, his mind went from resistance to 
fear. He stopped struggling when he realized that they were  
already many feet off the ground. If he did somehow manage to 
gain his freedom, the only result now would be a long fall to 
the ground.

As they moved upward, his mind finally gave in to the 
realization that Nyla was many times stronger than he was. 
Physical resistance was absolutely futile. He was just an object 
a toy in her mighty arms or legs. She could do quite literally 
anything she wanted to his overmatched body. This realization 
was completely embarrassing to a man, even a small one such as 
him. 

Somehow, if he regained control of the situation, it would have 
to be a mental victory. As they neared the tree limb he felt a 
feeling of hopelessness overwhelm him again. His mind asked a 
question he didn't want to deal with. Was he overmatched there 
as well?

When Nyla reached a large tree limb, she moved her body over to 
it and sat down on the sturdy bough. Quickly, she reached down 
with one arm and pulled Skip up and over next to her onto the 
limb. 

She placed an arm around his shoulder in a very friendly manner 
as she began to speak in an amused voice, "It would be a lot 
easier if you didn't fight me. You must know by now in any test 
of strength,  you can't possibly win."

He looked over and up at her and shook his head in resignation. 
Immediately, she gave him that big electric smile of hers again. 
It almost made everything worthwhile he thought, but he wasn't 
about to give in just yet.....We'll see!....We'll see! was the 
silent answer in his mind.

Before she could say anything else a large audible grunt could 
be heard in the distance. Nyla quickly got to her feet and put 
her hand over her forehead and looked for the source of the 
noise. As Skip looked at the teen, he thought she looked 
magnificent silhouetted in the sky next to him. 

She pointed and said, "See!"

He still couldn't make out what she was pointing at, so she 
quickly picked him up and placed him on her hip once again. This 
time he was more interested in what she was pointing at then the 
embarrassment of the situation. As soon as she placed him on her 
hip, he could make out the source of the noise from his new 
vantage point. It was two of the largest boars he had ever seen. 
They were fighting over some food and they were making a 
tremendous commotion nearby in the brush. 

As he watched the battle, he finally realized that these were 
the crooked teeth that Nyla had talked about. Skip knew wild 
boars such as these had a downright mean disposition and could 
run down and kill a man quite easily. As the sheer ferocity of 
the fight unfolded before him, he was glad to be viewing this 
titanic struggle from the trees. 

"See!....Danger!" she said pointing at the boars. 

Then they were off again, in the opposite direction, swinging 
through the trees. As she moved effortlessly from tree to tree 
with Skip held securely in her arms, he watched the scenery whir 
by and thought...She's a human female all right. They always 
have to acknowledge their viewpoint when their correct, even 
when it's obvious.

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In ten minutes they were back in the tree house. Nyla didn't put 
Skip down. Instead, she started to  walk very casually with him, 
still nestled on her hip, to the other end of the tree house 
where Gill and Freida were located. He immediately started to 
protest. 

"Put me down!" he ordered in a firm voice. 

Nyla stopped, turned her head, and stared directly at him, but 
didn't set him down.

Instead she asked, "You don't like me carrying you....do you? 
I'm only trying to protect you. I'm much bigger and stronger 
than you are."

As he looked into her eyes once again, he blurted out, "Men are 
stronger...We're supposed to be in charge."

"Oh! I see!" she answered, recognition spreading across her 
beautiful young face.

It embarrassed Skip to think that she might understand more than 
he wanted her too. He wished that she wasn't so damn smart.

"If men are so strong," she taunted, "why can't you swing on the 
vines or pick me up?"

"I've been injured," he shot back, "and I could pick you up if I 
wanted."

After his statement, she immediately set him down on the ground 
and started giggling.

"OK Tarzan! If you can pick me up, even a few inches, I won't 
ever carry you around again. Is it a bargain?" she asked 
inquisitively.

The irony of her calling him Tarzan did not go unnoticed by Skip 
and he was not one to ignore a direct challenge. 

"I'm going to hold you to your word,"  he said emphatically as 
he prepared to lift her off the ground. 

She continued to smile at him and giggle as he tried to wrap his 
hands around her luscious young hips. Skip's fingers barely 
touched in the back and he couldn't lock them firmly in a tight 
grip. God! she was huge he thought. He took a peak up at her and 
she was smiling down at him with that "I'm right  and your not" 
look on her face again. 

It made him determined and that "I'll show her" attitude 
overwhelmed him. He immediately tried to lift her off the 
ground. God! She weighed a ton. Just when he thought he was 
succeeding, his grip broke and he slipped to one knee.

He took a peak up at her and she was smiling down at him, 
shaking her head, and making a  "tsk...tsk," sound.

He immediately got up and scratched his head, trying to think of 
a plan that would work.

"Give up?"  she sang out.

"No!" he shot back.

This time he bent slightly and wrapped his arms around one of 
her huge thighs. His mind couldn't help but notice how big and 
beautiful it was. He fought back the urge to rub his face on it 
and kiss that big gorgeous gam of hers. Then he tried to lift 
her again....Meeting with no success just as before. 

More giggles from above.

"Give up?" she inquired again.

This time he didn't answer her. Instead he lifted with his all 
his remaining strength. He strained and strained grunting the 
whole time. He must have tried for a full minute, but eventually 
he slumped to the ground exhausted.

Nyla did not speak for a few moments letting the futility of his 
efforts sink into his brain. She stopped giggling and continued 
to gaze down at the little man, as she listened to his heavy 
breathing. She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled 
tenderly at him as she noticed that he hadn't let go of her leg. 
It seemed to her that he was almost hugging her thigh. As she 
continued to twirl the mans hair in her fingers, she made a 
mental note of his preoccupation with her legs and thought that 
she would have to explore this further with the cute little man 
at some point in the future. 

Nyla knew she liked this strange weak little man very much. When 
she looked at the man or carried him or protected him, it sent 
strange and wonderful sensations throughout her entire being. 
She didn't understand why she had these strange feelings, but 
they were new and she liked how they made her feel. 

Furthermore, she loved being with him and she knew she was going 
to spend a lot of time with him in the future. Letting the men 
leave the island didn't seem like an option anymore, and she 
knew her and her sister would never leave the island themselves. 
It had become their home.

Finally, she helped the exhausted man to his feet and then 
reached down with her hands, pinning his arms to his sides once 
again and lifting him up till his head was a foot or two above 
her own. She held him this way looking into his awestruck face, 
his feet dangling next to her body in mid air a good three feet 
off the ground. He struggled, but even her open hands were 
enough to keep his arms pinned at his sides. She loved the power 
she had over him, but she knew she would never use it to hurt 
him. In a strange way, she felt that he already belonged to her. 
Hadn't she saved his life?

She held him this way for a long time before she spoke to him 
again. She knew he was learning a lesson up there in her arms. 
His expression telling her all she needed to know.

Skip didn't speak as he looked down at the awe-inspiring young 
teen. What could he say to her anyway? He had never felt more 
helpless in his life, but at the same time, he vowed to never 
give in. He continued to try to wiggle free in her arms. 

Finally, Nyla spoke to the struggling little man . "Maybe, earth 
men are stronger than earth women, but I am much stronger than 
you are.  I will carry you whenever and wherever I want. Do you 
understand?"

"I won't let you!" he spat out.

She completely ignored his comment and gave him an order, "Put 
your legs around my waist." 

For  some reason, he found his legs moving against his will to 
her commands. She smiled broadly when he complied and then she 
transferred her hands under his butt for support.

"Now put your arms around my neck," she ordered further.

"No Way!" he said again. But like before, his actions differed 
from his words.

"KISS ME!" she commanded.

This time he didn't answer her. He kissed her and again he was 
drowned in waves of passion....as was she.

After the kiss, she felt him go limp in her arms once again. 
Nyla looked at him with heavy lidded eyes and relished the power 
and control she had gained over the little man. Slowly, she 
started to walk with him, still held tightly in her arms, to the 
other end of the tree house.

This time he did not demand, but rather he asked her calmly 
almost beseeching her, "Please...please let me down."

She stopped again looking in to the man's eyes. This time she 
saw something different. Her keen young mind grasping the 
implications of what she saw there almost immediately.

"You don't want Gill to see me carrying you...Do you?"

He hung his head in shame. It was like she could read his mind. 
He felt lost. She moved one of her arms and with her hand she 
lifted his chin up gently so that he was looking into those big 
bright knowing eyes once again.

"Gill won't think any less of you. I know you protect him, as I 
protect you. He is your friend....he will understand."

Skip let out a big sigh, closed his eyes, and buried his head in 
her shoulder completely giving in to the inevitability of the 
situation. It was like he was trying to hide from the world 
there on her shoulder. 

A big smile danced across Nyla's face as she felt the 
resignation in his body and in his actions. She momentarily 
tightened the grip on the little man hugging him more closely to 
her body. Her actions caused him to give out with an audible 
little grunt as she tightened her grip. She immediately eased up 
on the hug and started to walk with her little bundle to the 
other end of the tree house.

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When Nyla walked into the sleeping room, still carrying Skip in 
her arms, they were greeted with a most unusual sight. Freida 
and Gill were on the floor and Gill was being held against his 
will in a most clever manner. 

Freida's big thighs were around Gill's waist holding him 
securely. Both of his arms were being held above his head by one 
of Freida's hands. He was completely helpless and totally under 
the young teens control. This allowed Freida one free hand in 
which to explore Gill's body.

"Hi sis! Your just in time." she sang out as her free hand was 
gripping Gill's jaw and she was moving his face from side to 
side while she examined it closely. 

"Freida! What are you doing? You'll hurt him!" Nyla said in a 
startled voice.

"Let him go!" Skip yelled out.

Freida ignored Skips command and answered her sister.

"I'm not hurting him sis! It's easier to control him this way," 
she bragged to her sister. "If he starts to struggle too much, I 
just give him a little squeeze with my legs and he calms right 
down."

She looked at Gill and asked, "Isn't that right little fella?"

Gill immediately started to struggle harder, but it was obvious 
to all that he couldn't get out of his predicament. 

"Watch this!" Freida sang out as she applied a little pressure 
with her beautiful muscular thighs.

Immediately Gill gave out with a loud grunt and stopped 
struggling.

"See how easy it is to control him and I barely squeezed. It's 
much easier to check him out when he can't move a muscle," 
Freida bragged.

"What are you gonna do with him?"  Nyla asked her sister in a 
worried tone.

"I'm checking him out," she said and then continued on with the 
examination of his face. As she stared intently into Gill's 
eyes, she added, "Why don't you do the same with that one? Don't 
you want to know how earth men differ from us?"

Nyla stopped looking at her sister and turned toward Skip with a 
strange look on her face and then replied, "Ya! I guess I do."

"Well, go for it sis. It's not like he can stop you or 
anything," Freida said, not paying much attention to her sister. 
She was too busy rubbing the back of her free hand across Gill's 
face.

Skip tried one last time to regain control of the situation and 
restore dignity to his badly battered psyche.

"Listen girls were adults and your just teen...."

He didn't get the last word completely out of his mouth because 
Nyla had already made up her mind, curiosity getting the better 
of her good nature. Skip found his perspective quickly changing. 
He struggled, but it was useless just like before. In a matter 
of a few moments, he found himself in the exact same position 
Gill was in.

This time Freida was instructing her older sister.

"Feel his face, Nyla. It's not smooth like ours at all." Then 
she giggled as she followed her own instructions. "I like 
it....It's so different."

Nyla's was so close to Skip that he could feel her breath on his 
face as she followed her sister's lead. He struggled once more 
as she rubbed his face gently with her hand. She ignored his 
struggles as she studied his face intently. Then he felt her 
thighs bear down a little. It made him stop struggling almost 
immediately. 

Her nearness and the way her legs held him sent contradictory 
messages to his brain. In spite of the situation, he felt 
himself becoming aroused. He fought the feeling by continuing 
his struggles. That only brought more firm controlling squeezes 
from her well muscled and immense legs. Slowly he was losing the 
battle in his brain just like he already had lost the battle on 
the floor of the sleeping chamber. 

Gill was going though much of the same emotions as his buddy 
Skip. He felt shame at being handled so easily by a girl. True 
she was a lot bigger and stronger than he was, but she was still 
a girl. He also was embarrassed at the fact that the girl was 
just a teenager and that he was attracted to her. He wasn't sure 
how old she was, but she was much younger looking than her 
sister. One thing kept his mind calm and clear though. He knew 
his friend Skip would somehow manage to take control of the 
situation and get them safely off the island. 

After Freida and Nyla had both thoroughly explored every nook 
and cranny of the men's faces, Freida turned her attention 
elsewhere. 

She felt along the fleshy part of one of Gill's arms for a few 
seconds examining his muscle, then she exclaimed, "He doesn't 
have any muscles...I bet were three or four times stronger than 
they are."

Nyla followed the lead of her sister. It was the first time that 
Freida had ever led. 

"I know," Nyla exclaimed. Then she quickly added, "This one 
couldn't even swing on a vine by himself. "They're both very 
weak, I bet we were stronger, than these two are now, years 
before we were marooned here."

That brought giggles from Freida as she continued to womanhandle 
Gill's left biceps.

Nyla commented further in a casual tone of voice, "One of us is 
going to have to be with them at all times, so they don't get 
hurt."

Skip dreaded the thought of having a baby sitter wherever they 
went. It couldn't get any worse than this he thought.

Freida chimed in, "If they can't use the vines, we'll have to 
carry them most of the time."

"That's right!" Nyla informed her sister. "And we need both 
hands free to swing through the trees and hold onto the vines." 
Both girls remained quiet for a few seconds thinking the problem 
through, then Nyla added,  "I think we're going to have to make 
some sort of carrying devices."

Skip realized he was wrong. It did get worse.

By this time, Freida's attention had strayed down to Gill's 
chest. "Look Nyla!" Freida exclaimed in a humorous voice. "Their 
meenas aren't anywhere as big as ours." She then pinched his 
left breast with her forefinger and thumb causing Gill to give 
out with a loud "OUCH!"

"And mine has lots of hair on his chest too," Nyla informed her 
sister.

A wave of fear went through Skip as he listened to Nyla's words 
inferring ownership.

"I wish mine had more hair on his chest just like yours," Freida 
said sadly.

"Come on girl's....let us go!" Skip asked almost imploring the 
girls to stop, but Freida had other plans.

Freida reached behind her and grabbed Gill's bikini briefs and 
slowly started to inch them down.

That brought renewed protests from Gill and Skip and a warning 
from Nyla.

"Maybe, we better stop," Nyla said in an unsure voice. It was 
one of the few times Freida had ever heard her sister be unsure 
of a situation.

"I wanna see what those bulges are in their briefs," Freida said 
with glee in her voice as she continued to work down Gill's 
briefs from his hips. Then she stopped momentarily and asked her 
sister, "Aren't you the least bit curious, Nyla?"

"Nyla stopped protesting and watched her sister work the briefs 
down past Gill's crotch.

Almost immediately, Nyla heard her sister give out with a loud 
audible gasp.

"My God! Nyla he's got a slither down there."

Nyla just couldn't believe her sister's comments, she had to see 
for herself. She immediately started to work Skips briefs down 
off his hips as well. Nyla hadn't been at it long when she heard 
her sister giggle and say, "And it's a big one!"

Listening to the Freida's running commentary made a new wave of 
shame spread through Skip's entire being. They had been reduced 
to no more than playthings for the girl's amusement. He 
redoubled his efforts to get free. All he succeeded in doing was 
to get Nyla's full attention for a few moments.

Nyla turned back toward Skip and grabbed his chin once again 
with her huge hand and at the same time moved her face very 
close to his face.

"Stop struggling," she whispered, "you can't get free. Then she 
giggled and added, "I know you like my legs...Do you want them 
to squeeze you again?"

Immediately, Skip felt intense pressure on his stomach. It was 
like a giant steel vice had started to squeeze his organs, 
bones, and tissues  into an incredibly small space. For a 
moment, Skip thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. 
He couldn't breath or talk. He had no choice but to stop 
struggling. His eyes went to hers, imploring her to stop. It was 
the only means of communication he had left to him in this 
desperate moment.

Finally, the pressure let up. "That's better," she sang out. "Be 
good!" she warned further. Then she kissed his lips with hers 
and at the same time squeezed him very slightly with her legs.

She had reduced his mind to chaos, but he sighed and gave in to 
her completely and stopped his struggles. She gave him a knowing 
look, patted his cheek with her hand playfully, and finished him 
off with that big electric smile of hers. Then she went back to 
her other concern.

In a matter of seconds, she too had exposed Skips large snake 
from it's lair. She found herself gasping as well.

Freida had already grasped Gill's penis in her free hand and 
instinctively started to fondle it.

"I hope it doesn't bite," Freida commented jokingly to her 
sister and then in a startled voice she exclaimed, "Sis! It's 
growing."

Nyla raised her head and looked at the spectacle next to her. 
His slither had gotten noticeably bigger she thought. Then she 
glanced at Gill, he was starting to moan and seemed very 
excited.

"Freida, I think your hurting him," she exclaimed.

"I don't think so sis, I'm not squeezing him with my legs. I 
just think he likes me playing with his slither."

Even in his very confused state, Skip thought that he was going 
to have to somehow explain the facts of life to the two teens. 
They both were obviously unsophisticated in such matters. He 
knew it would have to be sooner than later, he just wasn't sure 
how he was going to go about it. Nyla would soon make him forget 
about education for the time being though.

Nyla watched Gill for a few more moments noticing that he seemed 
to be getting more and more exited. She decided to do the same 
thing with Skip's slither. She wanted to see if she could 
illicit the same reaction from him, and in a matter of seconds, 
after his initial protests, he was moaning and moving his head 
from side to side just like Gill.

Then Nyla heard her sister say, "Yuck!" and exclaim in a loud 
voice, "it threw up all over my hand...I must have squeezed it 
too tight."

Nyla didn't stop her manipulations though and it didn't take 
long for Skip's snake to do the same thing. Nyla noticed that 
afterwards Skip stopped moaning, and had sort of a glassy eyed 
look on his face, but he didn't seem to be any the worse for 
wear. However, after it threw up, Nyla noticed that it did get a 
lot smaller...just like before.

Nyla dutifully informed her sister, "I think your right, Freida. 
I think they liked us playing with their slithers."

"Let's see if  we can make their slithers throw up again," 
Freida mischievously suggested.

Skip yelled out, "No please....My God!... I'm not ready."

For the next half hour, both girls played with their new pets, 
and both girls got the two men's slithers to throw up 
again....and again....and again.

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Over the course of the next week, the guys gradually lost more 
and more control over their situation. The girls wouldn't allow 
them to walk in the jungle and they carried them almost 
everywhere they went. The only exception being the beach which 
was just a short distance from the tree house.

One of the first things the men were allowed to visit was the 
pod. Skip was surprised to see that such a thing did exist, but 
he couldn't tell if it was extraterrestrial in origin. There 
wasn't much to it and he had no way of testing the metals. 

The tools the girls produced were unusual in design as well, but 
they too offered no verification of the girls story. One curious 
thing about the tools though was the cutting edges never seemed 
to get dull. Skip didn't think they were made by Craftsman.

The girls had no objections to the guys constructing a signal 
pyre on a rise near the beach in case a ship was spotted, and 
the men had already started constructing a boat with the oddly 
shaped tools the girls supplied. Both girls would often watch 
with interest while the men worked on the boat. They didn't 
offer to help and the men didn't ask for any. Skip thought the 
girls would just get in the way. He just couldn't believe that 
it was possible for two very young girls to have built the 
architectural marvel that was the tree house. Someday, he vowed 
he would get the truth from the girls.

The girls, on the other hand, would often talk quietly to each 
other while the men worked. Often their conversations would end 
in giggles. Skip would stop for a moment and stare at them and 
say under his breath, "teenagers!" Then he would get back to the 
project that he thought might take months.

When the men weren't looking the girls would shake their heads, 
roll their eyes, and put their hands to their mouths to stop 
from giggling. Sometimes, they weren't successful in suppressing 
their laughter.

On the third day of construction, Freida asked the question that 
was bothering her. "Shouldn't we help them, Nyla? We could have 
built a much larger boat and have it completed already."

"No!" Nyla replied. "It seems to be very important for them to 
do this thing on their own." 

Freida gave her a strange look like she didn't understand.

Nyla explained further, "On this planet men seem to get 
embarrassed when women are better then they are at something."

Freida shook her head and replied like a human female did when 
encountering male ego. "Men!" was all she said. Then she added 
further in a straight forward manner, "We're better than they 
are at everything....And much stronger too!"

That summed it up nicely Nyla thought.

They both laughed, but Nyla knew there was another reason she 
didn't want to help. She didn't want the men to leave the island 
just yet. She wasn't sure if she would ever let them leave, but 
she knew this was contrary to what their parents had taught her. 
It was better she thought to put off that problem to a later 
date while she thought it through.

Nyla didn't object when the men discussed leaving the island and 
she cautioned her sister to remain silent on that subject as 
well. Nyla knew Freida wanted the men to stay. Freida often told 
her sister that she wouldn't be able to bare it, if Gill left. 

Over the course of time, the men misinterpreted the girls 
silence on the subject, and just took it for granted that the 
girls would come with them. 

As the construction project progressed, one of the girls would 
always be nearby and wouldn't let the men stray to far into the 
jungle by themselves. It still embarrassed Skip knowing that he 
had a baby-sitter, the wild boars or snakes not withstanding. 

While the men worked on the boat, the girls seemed to be working 
on a project of their own. The men would constantly ask what it 
was that the girls were working on, but the girls always 
answered that it was a surprise.

Somewhere along the line, the men lost the right to bathe 
themselves. In the mornings after hanging on for dear life as 
the girls swung over to the pool, the girls would break off in 
pairs and wash the men thoroughly...very thoroughly. 

It had become apparent that Freida really liked Gill and Nyla 
was  partial to Skip. A fact that didn't go unnoticed by the 
men. At first, the men tried to resist when the girls washed 
them, but the girls were just too strong. The first day Skip 
protested, Nyla just picked him up by the wrists with one hand, 
dangling his body a couple feet over the water, while she washed 
him with her free hand. Soon the men learned that it was just 
better for them to stoically accept the bath then try and 
resist. 

At night, the men slept between the two girls.  The guys wanted 
to sleep in the next room, but the girls wouldn't hear of it. 
Often, when the men awoke, they would find themselves wrapped up 
in the girls arms and legs. With Skip it was always Nyla who 
held him and Gill found that he would always wake up in Freida's 
arms.

After the first week, the men had lost so much control, to the 
girls, that when Freida suggested to Nyla that she was going to 
start sleeping in another room, it came as no surprise when Gill 
found out that he was going to have to sleep in the other room 
as well. 

That night before Gill and Freida moved to their own room, the 
girls unveiled their surprise. It turned out to be a harness or 
carrying device. With it the girls could carry the men quite 
easily on their backs as they swung through the trees. Both Gill 
and Skip felt like a papoose in the devices. After that, walking 
became a fond memory for the two men. They were carried 
everywhere.

One day, the girls took the two men past the pool to a large 
cliff  overlooking the southern end of the island. There they 
were issued a stern warning. Never attempt to go to that part of 
the island. It seems that the southern end of the island was off 
limits, even for the girls. A fierce tribe of warriors had 
constructed a religious shrine, to their god, near the tip of 
that part of the island, and had set up a series of warning 
beacons in the form of skulls and bones and other human remains. 
It was clear they wanted their privacy. It was also clear that 
the tribe knew of the girls and were warning them off.

The girls said the tribe even conducted human sacrifices there. 
The human sacrifices, the girls informed the two men, were from 
conquered tribes in the region. The girls wouldn't go into 
details about the sacrifices, but they didn't seem to fear the 
tribe of warriors. Rather, they had a healthy respect for their 
space.

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Gill wouldn't talk much to Skip about what happened when Freida 
and he were alone at night. Skip feared the worst, but he did 
have his own problems. When Freida and Gill had departed to 
their own room, Skip quickly lost his own personal space at 
night as well. Before he fell asleep that night, Nyla just 
pulled him over to her and wrapped her arms and legs around him 
and held him tightly. Skip struggled, but a boa constrictor 
couldn't have held it's victim any more securely then Nyla held 
Skip. After that night, Nyla always held him as they slept. 
Talking rationally to Nyla about it didn't seem to be an option. 
Skip felt like he was no more than a substitute for a teenagers 
teddy bear.

One morning a few days after the sleeping arrangements changed, 
Freida came running into Nyla and Skip's sleeping room. Gill was 
being carried on her right hip. He was totally naked and 
Freida's top was off  too, her large breasts jiggling as she 
ran.

"Nyla!...Nyla! You have to try this," she exclaimed.

"Freida! Calm down," her sister replied, "What are you talking 
about?"

"You'll see!" she said excitedly as she ran over to one of the 
bamboo chairs and sat in it transferring Gill to her lap as she 
sat. Gill's stared up at her with an embarrassed look on his 
face just a few inches from her immense right breast.

"Watch this!" she told her sister, "it makes me feel so good and 
tingly all over!" Then she looked down at Gill and issued an 
order, "Do that again....and you better make it nice....or you 
know what will happen to you."

Gill hung his head for a second and nodded yes, agreeing to her 
demands and avoiding her implied threat....whatever that was. 
Then he looked up and immediately started to kiss and fondle the 
young girl's giant right breast. His lips kissing or licking 
that breast while his small hand moved over the other giant orb 
fondling and kneading it, instantly bringing waves of pleasure 
to the young girl. His tiny hand only being able to grasp a 
small part of it's immense girth.

Nyla and Skip were startled and looked on in shock at the 
exhibition. Neither being able to talk as they watched in 
fascination.

"UMMMMM! Oh sis! This is sooo wonderful!" Freida exclaimed as 
her head moved uncontrollably back and forth while the little 
man really got into his job, and she was lost in waves of man 
kissing and man licking and man fondling pleasure.

At the same time she grasped Gill's penis in one hand and 
started to rub and fondle it for the equally excited man. He too 
becoming lost in the pleasure of the moment.

Before she was completely submerged in her own delirium, Freida 
told her sister, "Oh sis!...I feel so good all over...You have 
to try this....Make Skip do this for you!"

Before Nyla could reply, her sister screamed, "OHHH 
MY!....AHHHH!.......OHHH! YES!....YES!" Then Freida grabbed the 
little man's chin with her free hand and made him look into her 
face and sort of half panting half gasping said, "Your going to 
do this every day for me....right?.....Or am I going to have to 
spank you again?"

He looked up at her sort of half in terror and half in 
resignation and shook his head in the affirmative.

After his submission, she took his lips forcefully kissing them 
with passion. 

After the kiss was over she smiled and exhaled the word, 
"GOOOOD!......Now get back to work!" The whole time her other 
hand had been playing with Gill's giant hard boner. Immediately, 
Gill went back to kissing and fondling her breasts and losing 
himself in the heat of the moment and completely ignoring the 
two startled onlookers.

Freida somehow regained control, sighed heavily, and calmly 
commented to her sister, "Nyla, You really have to try this!" 
Then before she was lost in waves of pleasure once again, she 
stated rather emphatically, "I'll never let Gill leave the 
island. He belongs to me for ever and ever."

Skip couldn't believe what he was seeing and he couldn't believe 
what he had just heard. He was beginning to fear the worst. 
Would the girls let them leave the island?  Deep down he knew 
the answer. If they were ever going to leave this island they 
had better get the boat done sooner than later, or it might be 
too late.

Skip didn't have too long to dwell on his escape plans because 
Nyla had been watching Freida and Gill very intently and had 
decided that she did indeed want to try this herself. Before 
Skip could complain or mount a defense, he found himself on 
Nyla's lap with her top off and starring at her awesome young 
breasts. In fact, he couldn't take his eyes from them. He was 
utterly amazed and completely hypnotized by those enormous jugs 
just inches from his face. He couldn't help but notice that they 
were even bigger than Freida's remarkable breasts.

Like usual, Skip resisted. He couldn't let this young girl gain 
complete control over him like Freida had done with his friend 
Gill. He fought her tooth and nail in spite of those inviting 
breasts just inches away.

Freida watched the battle for a few moments and then casually 
said, "He's a fighter....You should spank him, Nyla...Like I did 
with Gill....It's sooo easy to make them listen."

Nyla grabbed Skips hands in an unbreakable hold and then 
whispered to him, "Don't embarrass me in front of my sister or I 
will spank you...and you know I could do it too."

Skip looked up at her while the inevitability of the situation 
sank in. He stopped struggling, sighed deeply sneaking another 
peak at those tantalizing breasts just inches away, and shook 
his head yes silently admitting to Nyla that he did indeed 
understand where the power was located.

"What did you say to him to make him stop?" Freida asked 
curiously.

"That's between Skip and Me," she answered proudly then she gave 
her sister a smug smile and a knowing wink. Turning back to Skip 
she said rather calmly, "Don't you think you better get busy?"

Skip stared at those huge breasts for a moment and then plowed 
right in to his assignment. A few seconds later his briefs were 
at his ankles and Nyla was fondling his penis as well. Skip 
stroked, fondled, kissed and licked Nyla's firm young oversized 
breasts, giving her pleasure she had never experienced before in 
her young life. That day, the morning trip to the pool was 
canceled.

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Later, the girls decided they wanted to visit the swifts the 
very next day. Freida told the two men that they had completely 
neglected their animal friends since the men had arrived, and 
that both girls were eager to ride the swifts and visit with 
their friends as soon as possible. 

Skip had heard the girls talk about the animals before, but he 
could never quite put his finger on just exactly what type of 
animals the girls were talking about. That night, after many 
questions, he realized they were talking about horses. How could 
horses get on the island he wondered? They certainly weren't 
native to the island. The only thing he could surmise was that 
some ship had let a few go on the island many years before. For 
what reason he couldn't guess, but the horses had endured and 
were actually thriving on the large fertile island.

The girls were excited and couldn't wait to show the men the 
swifts and take them for a ride. Freida explained to the men how 
riding them was one of their favorite past times. 

"I don't think their strong enough to ride the swifts by 
themselves," Nyla told Freida in a concerned voice.

Both Gill and I have ridden horses before," Skip interjected.

Nyla looked at Skip with a funny expression on her face, but 
didn't answer him. While she continued to look at him, she 
addressed  Freida instead and said, "I'd never forgive myself if 
they got hurt, sis"

"They can ride with us, Nyla....We'll protect them and make sure 
they don't fall off," Freida said sincerely.

This time it was Gills turn to complain. "Both Skip and I have 
ridden horses since we were young. We won't get hurt...We can do 
it....I assure you."

Skip thought the conversation sounded like two kids begging 
their parents to let them do something dangerous. Skip knew he 
had never ridden a wild horse before, but he damn well wanted to 
try. Maybe then the girls would look at the two men a little 
differently.

"I want to do this too," Skip stated firmly to both girls.

Nyla rubbed her hand on her cheek while she thought. All she 
said was, "Hmmm!"

"Plleeaasssse!" Gill begged.

Freida shook her head and uttered her favorite comment since the 
guys had arrived, "Men!"

"Please!" Skip said. He couldn't believe that word came out of 
his own mouth. He was actually asking..no begging the girls for 
permission to ride the horses.

While she listened, Nyla's quick mind came up with a solution. 
"We'll let you ride the horses," then she paused for a moment 
before she finished, letting her words sink in..."if you can 
prove to us that you can ride them safely."

Gill looked perplexed. Skip asked the obvious question. "How can 
we do that without riding them?"

Nyla sounded like Skip's fifth grade teacher as she answered his 
question. "Freida and I will give you a test...And if you pass, 
you can ride your own horses with us tomorrow."

Skip and Gill just stared at each other. Neither having any idea 
what Nyla had in mind.

Freida was equally confused. "What test?" she asked her sister.

Nyla walked over to Freida, cupped her sister's ear with her 
hand so the men couldn't her, and then started to whisper into 
her sisters ear. Freida's eyes got very big as she listened to 
her sister's plan. As she listened further, she put her right 
hand up to her face in order to stifle her giggles. She only 
partially succeeded.

Skip looked on as the girls caucused, all he could do was wait 
and wonder. He knew he probably wasn't going to like the test, 
whatever it was, but he did want to ride the horses and impress 
the girls.

The girls adjourned their little meeting and prepared to conduct 
the test. Nyla walked over to skip and put her hand out like she 
wanted him to hold it while she led him somewhere. Freida walked 
over to Gill and did the same thing. Both men looked at each 
other, shrugged their shoulders, and took each of the girls 
offered hands. The girls led them each to one of the bamboo 
chairs in the room. Freida's giggles could still be heard as 
they moved.

When they arrived at the chairs, each of the girls let her man's 
hand go and both immediately placed their huge left foot on the 
seat of the chair. Skip and Gill couldn't help but watch with 
interest. The girls legs were unbelievably long and their thighs 
were absolutely huge, but so smooth and feminine and beautiful 
to look at. Both Skip and Gill had to fight back the urge to rub 
their hands along the expanse of the girl's mighty thighs. 

Skip realized as he looked on in awe that he barely had to look 
down at Nyla's gorgeous gam. She had positioned her thigh so 
that it was almost the height of his shoulders. It was the 
biggest most beautiful leg he had ever seen in his life. He felt 
his heart racing in his chest as he fell under her spell.

"I think we have their attention," Freida said with a giggle.

"I think they like our legs.....Do you like our legs, boys?" 
Nyla said loudly.

Both men didn't answer, instead they shook their heads yes 
without taking their eyes from the thighs that were inches from 
them.

"That's good because were going to use them to test your riding 
ability," Nyla added.

Freida giggled again and the two guys looked up in astonishment 
as her words sunk in.

Before they could ask how, both girls reached over and plucked 
the men off the floor using their hands to grab the men at the 
waist and lift them off the floor of the tree house and onto 
their naked thighs. The men found themselves facing the girls 
and riding the girls huge muscular thighs, their feet dangling 
down a good foot off the ground. 

Gill couldn't help but give in to the thrill of skin against 
skin and he closed his eyes and moaned slightly as the 
sensations flooded into his mind. In spite of the embarrassment 
of the situation, he knew he liked where he was. Her leg was so 
big and beautiful and controlling. The situation made his heart 
beat excitedly and his mind spin wildly out of control. For a 
moment he thought he was going to fall off, but he forced 
himself to calm down and he waited as calmly as he could for 
Freida's instructions. A big broad smile danced across Freida's 
face as she watched the little man's reaction and she liked what 
she saw.

"I think their going to enjoy riding our legs more than riding 
the swifts tomorrow," Freida  said with merriment in her voice.

Nyla was getting a similar reaction from Skip. She asked him, 
"Is that true little one?"

Skip didn't answer her and hung his head. Both girls knowing the 
answer to Nyla's question without Skip having to say it out 
loud.

Nyla lifted Skips chin up with her finger so she could look into 
his eyes as she explained the rules of the test.

"OK! Here are the rules. We're going to bounce our legs up and 
down to simulate the gate of a swift or horse as you call it. 
You must place your hands on our thighs in front of you....and 
you can hold on as best you can.....so place your hands their 
right now...Good boys!...Slowly were going to increase the speed 
of our legs till they're  moving up and down very fast.....If 
you fall off at any time.....You won't be able to ride a swift 
by yourself tomorrow...Do you understand?" 

The men looked up at the two girls above them and nodded. Skip 
couldn't help but feel her leg as his hands grasped her muscular 
thigh looking for a hold. It was so feminine, but yet he felt 
the sleek powerful muscles that it contained. As he sat on her 
thigh almost four feet above the floor of the sleeping room, he 
also felt other parts of her thigh touching and supporting his. 
Involuntarily he closed his eyes and momentarily gave into the 
sensations flooding into his mind. In spite of the situation he 
now found himself in, he vowed to hold on no matter how fast her 
leg moved up and down. It was a matter of male pride he thought. 
He thought about the words male pride and laughed to himself. 
What was this girl doing to my mind he wondered.

He didn't have a chance to ponder his own question for very 
long. All at once, he felt another sensation, the sensation of 
movement. Very slowly at first, the girls started to bounce the 
men up and down with the balls of their feet. Skip closed his 
eyes and tried to shut out the other wonderful feelings 
commanding his mind to distraction. 

For some reason as the test proceeded, he felt challenged and he 
was responding to it like any man would he thought. His resolve 
hardened as he sat atop Nyla's massive muscular thigh. He wanted 
to pass this test and he was going to try and concentrate and 
stay on this young teen's lovely thigh, even if it cost him his 
dignity.

"Their doing real good so far," Nyla yelled out to her sister.

"They're not strong enough to stay on," Freida replied 
sarcastically.

Slowly the girls increased the tempo of their legs. Both men 
tried to concentrate and stay focused, but the ride was so 
thrilling. It was impossible not to picture those gorgeous and 
impossibly long, shapely, and strong female legs in their minds 
pumping up and down lifting the men and controlling them. 
Finally, both men opened their eyes and looked down at the sheer 
power that was controlling their movements.

Up and down they went to the movement of the girls controlling 
legs. Skip had never felt so helpless so weak so utterly in the 
power of another. Yet it felt so strangely wonderful all at the 
same time. His mind tried to control an involuntary function and 
keep the obvious from happening, but in spite of his best 
efforts at control, he felt his dick getting hard. Up and down 
they went to the movement of the girls controlling legs....Up 
and down....Up and down....Up and down they went.

"I'm so proud of them!" Nyla told her sister.

"Yes, they're doing a lot better than I thought they'd do." 
Freida replied.

Slowly the girls started increasing the speed of the up and down  
motion of their legs. It was getting harder for both Skip and 
Gill to hold on and to concentrate on their assigned task. Skip 
felt like he was on a horse on a merry-go-round as it bobbed up 
and down, but his mind knew exactly where he was. Up and down 
they went to the movement of the girls controlling legs....Up 
and down.....Up and down.....Up and down......Up and down they 
went.

"I bet Skip falls off first," Freida taunted.

"We'll see," was Nyla's reply.

Faster and faster the girls increased the piston-like motion of 
their legs. Skip was starting to get dizzy and Gill had already 
passed that point long ago. Skip felt like a cowboy at a rodeo 
as the tempo increased. He closed his eyes imagining he was on a 
bucking bronco, his cowboy hat held tightly in his right hand as 
the bronc tried to unseat him. While both his free arm and the 
hat flopped about wildly and uncontrollably in mid air as he 
rode the wildest horse at the rodeo. He laughed and saw 
immediately the irony of his day dream. He was dreaming about 
one of the most macho of situations imaginable while he rode a 
beautiful girl's thigh. The two couldn't have been more 
diametrically opposed. 

Up and down they went to the movement of the girls controlling 
legs...Up and down.....Up and down......Up and down....Up and 
down they went.

Freida could see that Gill was starting to lose his position on 
her big leg as his body started tilting at a slight angle.

As her leg continued to move up and down she yelled 
encouragement to the little man. "Hold on Gill!...You can do 
it!....Just a little while longer!.....Hold on my little tuff 
guy!"

Gill heard Freida's words of encouragement and from somewhere he 
found a second and a third wind. He tried to hang on gamely to 
her big gorgeous muscular thigh as he slowly lost the battle of 
positioning on her leg, and his unhurried but inexorable 
yielding to gravity's pull continued. His muscles ached as he 
focused his remaining strength and tried to stay upright and 
hang on. 

As she continued to encourage him, he found new reserves of 
strength and determination he didn't know he had. But slowly 
very slowly he continued to fight a losing battle to stay 
upright atop Freida's  big beautiful and all powerful thigh.

Somehow or another, the test had become a contest. Not only were 
the girls testing the guys ability to ride a horse, but the test  
had evolved into something else. It now was also a test of 
strength and endurance to see which girl had the stronger guy. 
Up and down they went to the movement of the girls controlling 
legs....Up and down.....Up and down....Up and down......Up and 
down to they went.

This time it was Nyla's turn to yell encouragement to Skip. 
"Hold tight Skip!...Your doing better than Gill!.....Hold on 
just a little longer!....You can do it!"

For some reason, Skip found himself responding to Nyla's words. 
He redoubled his efforts. He knew he could outlast his little 
buddy. But why did he want too? The only answer his mind could 
come up with was to please Nyla. That thought filled his mind 
with confusion. Did he have feelings for her?

Finally, Gill lost his battle with gravity and the power of 
Frieda's mighty leg. He slipped right off her leg and fell with 
a THUD onto the hard floor. Freida immediately stopped and 
scooped Gill up cradling him in her powerful arms. She nuzzled 
his face with her nose and made little cooing sounds at him 
trying to soothe the little man.

"Is he all right?" Nyla asked as she continued to lift Skip's 
body up and down with her powerful leg muscles.

"I think so," Freida replied. Then she nuzzled Gill once more, 
squeezed him tightly to her body with her powerful arms, and 
told him in a very soft and soothing voice, "You did real good 
my little beast....Real good."

 That brought a smile to Gill's face as he looked up at the 
powerful Amazon in complete and utter awe. Then she said to him, 
"Let's go watch and see if Skip can hang on till the time limit 
expires." 

Freida walked over next to her sister still carrying her little 
bundle in her massive arms and both her and Gill watched 
intently at the remainder of the show.

By this time, Nyla's leg was moving at an unbelievable rate of 
speed. She couldn't believe Skip was still grimly hanging on. 
She now knew that she had underestimated him, but at the same 
time she was very proud of the little man's determination and 
spunk. Unknown to Skip he had already accomplished one of his 
goals. 

Just as it looked like he was going to make it, Skips strength 
played out, but he didn't fall and hit the floor with a thud. 
Rather, as he lost his balance, he grabbed for Nyla's leg 
rapping both of his hands around her mammoth thigh and hugging 
it to him even as her big leg continued it's unrelenting up and 
down motion. His quick reaction stopped his fall to the floor. 
But for how long? He now found himself parallel to the floor and 
he was taking a beating from her remorseless thigh as it moved 
relentlessly up and down. Even as her big thigh pummeled his 
face and body, he continued to hug her thigh with all his 
strength. He hung on with a relentless determination he didn't 
know he possessed. 

"Too bad! He's failed the test too," Freida remarked sadly to 
Nyla. Even she had been impressed by Skips hang-tough attitude. 
"If your leg was a swift," she continued, "he'd be trampled 
under it's legs by now."

"AWWW!" Nyla said immediately stopping the motion of her leg. 
"He was so close to making it too," she added in a sad voice. 
She immediately tried to lift him up towards her, but he still 
clung to her leg hugging it to him with dogged determination. It 
took a few seconds for Nyla to break his grip on her leg before 
she could cradle him in her arms just like Freida was doing to 
Gill.

As she gazed into his dark brown eyes she said sadly, "I'm 
afraid you both flunked the test, but don't worry little one you 
can ride the swift with me tomorrow. I'll be right behind you 
holding you so you won't fall off and get hurt." Even as she 
informed him of the bad news, she carried the little man over to 
a chair and sat in it still cradling him in her arms. Freida, 
imitating her older sister, did the same thing with Gill.

"I wanted to ride my own swift," Skip said sadly in a little 
boys voice.

'I know little one, but your just not strong enough....I'll let 
you practice some more on my thigh....and maybe in a few months 
you'll be able to ride your own swift....Would you like that?" 
she asked.

He smiled up at her and said, "OH Yes!" again in a little boys 
voice.

"Good...then it's settled. Now close your eyes and go to sleep," 
Nyla said in a sweet voice. "You've had a rough day!"

Skip smiled up at her and then closed his eyes, as both girls 
began to rock and sing to there little charges. Skip's whole 
body ached and he was completely exhausted and sleep seemed like 
a good idea. As he faded away into dreamland, strangely he felt 
more at peace and safer than he had ever felt before in his 
entire life. But before he fell completely asleep, a thought 
crept into his brain. Where did it come from he wondered? He 
knew he had lost another round to this beautiful young girl. 
Maybe, it was already game set and match. Right now he really 
didn't care. 

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The next day, the girls did take the men to visit the horses. 
There was a herd of about thirty or so that lived in a beautiful 
valley between the two mountains that dominated the island. The 
girls had fashioned reins from some jungle veins. Skip and Gill 
watched in wonder as the two toughest and meanest stallions in 
the group let the girls slip the reins over their heads. True to 
their word the men got to ride the horses as well. They sat in 
front of the girls while the girls arms were around the men 
securing them and controlling the reins at the same time. They 
rode the horses for hours as they raced with the heard from one 
end of the long valley to the other end and then back again.

The horses were completely wild, but the girls made the horses 
almost appear tame as they rode them, the stallions following 
the girls lead with complete trust. Both girls laughing and 
totally enjoying themselves as they harnessed and directed the 
powerful stallions. As the day progressed, both men gave in to 
the sheer joy and fun of the moment as well.

As Skip rode the horses with Nyla's strong arms around him for 
support and protection, he knew in his heart that he couldn't 
have controlled any of these horses by himself. They were just 
too wild and strong. Someday, he wanted to make Nyla proud of 
him by riding and controlling these beasts by himself, even if 
that would take months of physical training on his part and more 
hours on Nyla's thigh as well. 

As they rode the horses and frolicked in this island paradise, 
Skip wondered if he was losing the will to leave the island. Was 
it just the lure of the island he wondered?

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A couple of days after their visit to the valley of the horses, 
Gill and Skip found their boat wrecked and the tools gone. As 
Skip looked  in horror at the wreckage that once was their boat, 
Gill asked his friend, "There not going to let us go....Are 
they?"

Skip tried to suppress his anger and answer his friend calmly. 
He didn't want his friend to lose all hope. 

"It doesn't look like it." 

Before he let his friend comment further, Skip quickly added, "I 
think this was Freida's doing." 

He glanced over at Freida and Gill followed his friends gaze. 
Freida  was the baby-sitter for today and she was casually 
sunning herself a ways down the beach seeming to ignore the 
destruction of the boat that was strewn all over the beach. He 
let his last remark sink in for few seconds. He wasn't sure Gill 
really wanted to leave. He wasn't sure he wanted to leave 
either, but he wanted the option to decide on his own. Something 
like this could poison the atmosphere between the guys and the 
girls. 

As he continued to survey the wreckage, his anger built, and a 
decision finally crystallized in his mind.

"We have to escape," he told his friend.

"How?" Gill asked. They ruined our boat and they could track us 
down wherever we go."

As he continued to stare at the wreckage, a plan was beginning 
to take shape in Skip's mind. "Not necessarily," he told his 
life long buddy. "Maybe, they wouldn't follow us to the Southern 
tip of the island....That's where will go," he said firmly and 
with conviction. Then picking up a piece of debris from the boat 
and studying it, he added, "We'll  escape while their 
sleeping....We'll need the tools as well."  

Gill didn't think they could get away from the girl's and he 
wasn't sure he wanted too. A girl like Freida was totally beyond 
his reach and his wildest dreams on the mainland. Still he 
didn't voice an objection. If Skip thought this was the right 
course then he would follow his friend, no matter the 
consequences. 

Skip looked at the piece of wood in his hand for a few more 
seconds and then heaved it as hard as he could up the beach 
towards Freida who was still sunning herself and completely 
ignoring the two men. It fell a good thirty feet short of her 
position. Then he turned back to his friend and added in a 
sarcastic voice, "And we'll need a lot of luck."

Gill shook his head in agreement.

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 The next morning, a completely naked Freida came running into 
Nyla  and Skip's sleeping room just like she had done a few days 
earlier. She was carrying a naked and totally exhausted Gill on 
her hip once again.

"Oh Nyla! You have to see what I've trained Gill to do this 
time....It's even better than having him play with and kiss my 
meenas.

"What now?" a sleepy Nyla replied.

"You'll see!" Freida sang out even as she laid her huge body on 
the floor and repositioned the  exhausted little man between her 
legs. As usual, Gill was incapable of stopping the young teen 
from doing whatever she wanted with his overmatched body.

In a matter of seconds, Gill found his head between Freida's 
thighs with his face inches from Freida's young pussy.

"Watch this!," she sang out to her scowling but curious older 
sister. 

Quickly turning back to Gill who was trying to pry his head from 
between the young girl's thighs without any success, she ordered 
in a very firm voice, "Start licking little fella...and you 
better make it nice."

Gill only hesitated a moment, but it was too long as far as 
Freida was concerned. She immediately started to clamp down, 
with her thighs, on Gill's head. She didn't use much pressure, 
but it was enough to cause the man to instantly obey. No sooner 
had his tongue popped out of his mouth than he started to lick 
the young girl's huge gash.

A wave of pleasure brought a smile to the young girl's face and  
she sang out, "That's better! Keep that tongue of yours busy."


Gill's head was engulfed by Freida's massive young muscular 
thighs. Everywhere he looked he saw acres of female flesh 
holding him controlling him making him do what Freida demanded 
of him and his talented tongue. He felt as if he had been 
reduced to a part of her, nothing more than an extension of her, 
for her pleasure and her pleasure alone. His whole world had 
become her youthful legs and her aching demanding pussy. It made 
him feel so small so insignificant so controlled, but for some 
reason he felt completely safe between the young girl's thighs, 
and all he wanted to do was give her pleasure. So he licked and 
licked and licked and licked.


Both Nyla and Skip watched in complete wonder and fascination as 
the little man pleasured the big teen with his talented tongue.

"Oh Nyla! You simply have to try this...It's soooo wonderful!"

Skip blurted out, "You're hurting him!"

"No I'm not!"  Freida shot back. "I wouldn't hurt Gill....But he 
has to do what I say.....Besides, I think he likes being between 
my legs....And pleasing me....Don't you little fellow?"

Gill stopped licking for a moment and looked up at the gigantic 
and beautiful young teen. He spoke in a very sincere tone of 
voice, "Yes Freida...I do." He didn't wait for a reply, he 
immediately threw himself back into his work." 

"See!" Freida shot back sarcasm dripping from her words. Then 
she turned to Nyla and said, "Can't you control that 
one....Sometimes he makes me so angry!"

Nyla moved over to Skip by walking on her knees. He was sitting 
on his butt on the floor and watching the action himself. Nyla 
put an arm around Skip and looked down at him as he looked up at 
her. She towered above him. It made him feel like a mouse who 
was too close to a cat. She put her finger to her mouth and 
went, "SHHHH!" Her embrace was slightly stronger than a mere 
hug. Skip got the message and he said nothing further, sighed, 
and watched the show.

By this time, Freida was experiencing waves and waves of 
pleasure. The sheer ecstasy she was feeling made it hard for her 
to talk, but she wanted to share the experience with her sister. 
It was one of the first times Freida had ever instructed her 
older sister, and she liked that idea.

"OHHH! Nyla! This is sooooo great! It's like you become a 
volcano and you feel better and better till you erupt."

Nyla watched her sister get more and more excited. Her arm 
around Skips shoulder involuntarily started to hug him tighter 
and tighter to her. 

"OH MY! YES!......YES!......YES!......YES!......YES!" Freida 
screamed out in ecstasy. By this time Gill was taking a sexual 
battering between her big thighs, but he continued on with his 
assigned task in a very game manner. Freida's movements became 
more and more exaggerated as the pressure built and built till 
finally the volcano erupted spewing forth a tidal wave of her 
bodily juices onto the little man's face. He gamely licked on as 
he was literally drowned in a sea of Freida's love potion, her 
controlling thighs hugging his face even tighter to her 
femininity.

Nyla watched in complete fascination. Finally, she blurted out, 
"You threw up....just like they did."

"OH Nyla!....It's not like that at all....it feels so 
good....You just have to try it....Then you'll understand...You 
feel good all the way to you're toes," she instructed her 
sister. Then she gave her a warning. "But be careful!...When 
you're body becomes the volcano....You have to be alert so that 
you don't squeeze them too hard or hurt them with you're 
body...It's so easy to do, if you're not careful...You almost 
lose control."

Nyla looked to Gill and then asked, "But you're covered in goo 
down there and so is his face!"

"Te He! I know....Just squeeze them a little with your legs and 
they'll clean it right up for you...Then you're ready to become 
a volcano all over again. It's sooooo great!"

Freida grabbed Gill's head with one of her hands and pushed his 
face into her crotch even tighter and continued on with her 
lecture, "Gill really doesn't seem to mind....I know Skip really 
likes you're legs too.....I've seen how he stares at you..... 
I'll bet he wishes he was between you're legs right now.... 
doing what his friend is doing for me."

Nyla looked down at Skip with a curious expression on her face. 
He didn't look back up at her. Instead, he hung his head. He 
knew Freida was right. As he watched the show, he realized he 
was  jealous. In spite of the shame of being controlled and 
manipulated to do what the girls wanted the men to do, he knew 
he wished he was doing for Nyla what Gill was doing for Freida. 
Skip was overwhelmed with shame, but at the moment it didn't 
seem to matter. He couldn't control his urges. Deep down, he 
knew the only way to gain back control was to escape.

By this time, Gill had cleaned Freida to her satisfaction and 
the young girl started the cycle all over again. This time, 
curiosity got the better of Nyla and Skip quickly found himself 
between Nyla's immense legs. He didn't fight. The battle had 
already been lost. Instead he gave in to his lustful desires and 
he started to lick and lick and lick and lick. All the while, 
running his hands over the young girls smooth, muscular, and 
powerful thighs. The thighs that momentarily had become his 
whole world. 

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Over the next several days the men were reduced to sexual toys 
for the girls pleasure. In between bouts of servicing the girls, 
the men plotted their escape when they were alone. Skip had 
located the tools and had scheduled their escape for that very 
night. Neither knew how soundly the girls slept or if they could 
actually extract themselves from the girl's clinging embraces, 
but both knew they must at least try and escape....It was the 
manly thing to do.

To Skip's surprise it was Gill who appeared in his sleeping room 
first. He motioned for his friend to come, but Nyla was holding 
him extra firmly that night. No matter how hard he tried, he 
couldn't remove her arms from his body. 

Gill tiptoed over and added his strength to the battle. Together 
with much effort they finally lifted her arms off of Skip 
without waking Nyla. After freeing Skip, both men were breathing 
hard from their exertion. Gill shook his head, smiled, and gave 
Skip a sigh of relief, and then they tiptoed out of the room.

The men grabbed the tools, shimmied down the vine, and made for 
the beach. They were going to follow it south as far as they 
could, hiding their footprints in the surf. Then they would 
climb the rocky ridges that jutted right to the brink of the 
ocean and slowly make their way to the Southern tip of the 
island. If their plan succeeded, they would avoid the dangerous 
animals in the jungle and the girls wouldn't find their trail. 
Both men hoped the taboo about the Southern tip of the island 
would keep the girls from eventually looking for them there and 
they would have enough time to build a boat and get off the 
island. It was a dangerous plan in many ways, but it was the 
only plan the frantic men had.

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The next morning when Nyla awoke she was surprised to see that 
Skip wasn't there. She stretched her big body out as she took a 
long lazy yawn, then slowly got to her feet still half asleep, 
and went to Freida's room.

When she got there, to her surprise Gill was nowhere to be seen 
either. She shook her sister awake asking her still sleepy-eyed 
sister, "Have you seen Skip?"

Her sister shook her head no, looked around in panic, and then 
asked Nyla, "Where's Gill?"

"He's probably with Skip," Nyla replied. Cupping her hands over 
her mouth she yelled at the top of her lungs, 
"SKIP....GILL....COME HERE THIS INSTANT!" Then both girls waited 
for a reply, but all was silence.

Freida asked her sister in a panicked voice, "You don't think 
they left the tree house?....They could get hurt."

Nyla frowned as her clever mind started to go over the 
possibilities. "They better not have," was her firm reply.

Words began to tumble out of Freid'a mouth as she began to 
worry. "Gill better not have left without one of us...He'll get 
a good spanking if he has...You have to control Skip better....I 
know it's his idea if they did leave the tree house." Then she 
stopped and a look of shear panic spread across her face. "You 
don't think they went to ride the horses by themselves?"

Nyla was worried. She knew something was up. This just wasn't 
like the two men, but she answered her sister in a calm voice. 
"I don't think so! But we better check all the possibilities, 
the pool the beach, even the horses."

Freida followed her sister out of the room and said in an angry 
voice, "Gill's going to really get it for this.....He won't be 
able to sit for a week."

Nyla turned around and said calmly, "We better find them 
quickly. Their just not strong enough to take care of 
themselves."

Freida's face turned to a frown, she hung her head and said, "I 
couldn't bear to be all alone again....without Gill."

Nyla huggged her sister close. As she did, she thought of Skip 
and knew she too couldn't imagine going on without him as well. 

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The tired men trudged on over the rocky terrain. They had been 
at it for over fifteen hours making slow progress over the rocky 
and dangerous ridges. Both men were exhausted and hungry, but 
they were nearing their goal. As they went over another rocky 
rise, they saw a beautiful beach laid out before them, which ran 
all the way to the southern tip of the island only a quarter 
mile or so in the distance. The pure white beach completely 
circled the southern tip of the island with sparse jungle 
leading to an interior which could only be partially viewed from 
their vantage point. Both men were relieved to see that there 
wasn't any sign of any fierce warriors. Probably just a fable 
Skip thought.

The men smiled at each other, forgot their exhaustion, and 
started to run down the sloping hillside to the beautiful white 
beach which beckoned them on as they ran. Both feeling the 
exuberance of being free at last.

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Nyla was very worried and Freida was almost in tears. There was 
no trace of the two men at the pool and the beach and the girls 
had even gone to check on the herd of horses. The men had 
vanished without a trace and simply were nowhere to be found.

"Where could they be?" Freida asked.

"They might be hiding from us," was Nyla's reply.

Freida looked stunned, "Why would they do that?"

Nyla frowned knowing the answer, "We don't treat them much like 
grownups."

"But their so small and weak...They wouldn't stand a chance on 
this island alone...Don't we take good care of them?"

"Yes! But they need more freedom. Men on this planet want to 
feel independent."

"That's silly! Freida replied, "their just not built for 
it....They can't even climb up the vine to the tree house by 
themselves."

Nyla shrugged her shoulders, but didn't answer her sister 
immediately. She was too busy thinking and planning. Finally, 
she said, "When we find them, we're going to have to let them 
build their boat and leave if they want too. Mother and dad 
would have wanted it that way."

"I couldn't bear to be alone without Gill," Freida said sadly.

"Do you want to go with them," Nyla asked.

Nyla paused a moment obviously deep in thought before she 
answered. "No! This is my home! I love this island!" she finally 
responded.

Nyla stated the obvious, "We may have to make a choice."

Freida hung her head and didn't say another word.

"Let's find them first," Nyla said putting her arm around her 
sister, "we don't want them to get hurt."

Freida looked up in panic as a thought hit her and she asked her 
sister a very desperate question. "You don't think those two 
idiots went to the southern tip of the island....do you?"

Nyla didn't answer her sister immediately her mind going over 
the possibilities still left to them. When she did answer, 
Freida could see fear and worry on her sister's face for the 
first time. 

"I think we better check!"

Both girls climbed up a nearby tree and onto a tree limb, and as 
Nyla took off for the next tree, Freida said out loud, "Those 
Men! Gill's really going to get it when I catch up with him." 
And then as the vine swung back, she took off after her sister.

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The men were gorging themselves on a huge bunch of bananas, near 
the beach, when they first spotted the boats. There was three 
long canoes and they were headed directly for their position.

"What are we going to do?" Gill asked with a touch of fear in 
his voice.

Skip knew they had just a few minutes before the boats made the 
beach. He looked west and saw that the sun would be setting 
soon. If they hid in the jungle, the warriors might not find 
them at night. Maybe, they would leave the next morning. He 
turned to his little buddy and said, "Follow me!" Then he took 
off into the jungle with his little buddy following close 
behind. 

They hadn't been running for more than a few minutes when they 
stumbled upon a clearing. It was carved right out of the jungle 
and was undoubtedly man-made. To one side of the clearing was a 
large pool of water and nearby was a golden statue of a fierce 
looking female warrior holding a spear in her hand, ready for 
battle. She was wearing hardly any clothing and around her neck 
was a string of pearls. Their was also an elaborate headdress 
adorning her head. Skip thought she looked like the 
quintessential amazon warrior. At her feet were some flowers and 
bowls of food. Skip knew immediately those were offerings and 
this was the god the warriors worshipped.

The men needed some water and the pool looked inviting. They 
only paused a few moments while they drank, but it was long 
enough. They were about to leave when a rustle in the bushes 
told them somebody was approaching. 

"What'll we do?" Gill asked nervously.

"Hide!" was Skips strained reply.

Both men scurried up a slight rise that was in the exact 
opposite direction of the noise, and they hid in some dense 
underbrush on the outskirts of the clearing. From their place of 
concealment, they could see everything that took pace in the 
clearing. Both frightened men huddled close together as they 
watched and waited.

They didn't have long to wait. A party of warriors broke through 
the jungle from the direction of the beach. As they made their 
way into the clearing, both men had a shock coming. The warriors 
were all women. They were all tall and beautiful, dressed much 
as their goddess was dressed. 

Their average height had to be right around six feet. Most were 
carrying spears and some had bows slung from their shoulders. 
Skip couldn't believe that a tribe of Amazons could go 
undiscovered in this day and age, but here they were spilling 
into the clearing right before his eyes.

The two men had one more shocks coming. As the party of about 
thirty Amazons made their way into the clearing, a group of five 
male prisoners were also ushered in. The men had their hands 
tied together behind them and their feet were bound making 
running impossible and walking slow and tedious. The men looked 
to be from some island tribe. They were all handsome and tall 
and were undoubtedly captured in a raid or were the remnants of 
some defeated tribe. Whatever the case, they all appeared to be 
scared out of their minds with freight and didn't want to enter 
this clearing. 

One tall and very proud looking Amazon went right to the statue 
and bowed before it. Skip thought she had to be the queen of the 
tribe. Even from a distance Skip could see she was unbelievably 
tall and very beautiful. As he stared at her while she stood 
very close to the statue, Skip thought she was the epitome of 
the statue come to life. She even resembled the goddess. 

It became very quiet in the clearing and the queen motioned for 
the women guarding the prisoners to bring them forward. The rest 
of the Amazons cheered as the guards made the men kneel in front 
of the statue. The rest of the female warriors knelt as well and 
immediately started to worship their goddess. They alternately 
bowed and then raised their heads with hands outstretched toward 
heaven. A beautiful chant came from their lips as well as they 
praised their goddess. All the while, the men looked on in fear. 

After a minute or so the queen signaled for quiet and then 
looked towards the sky. Darkness was settling in and the queen 
barked out a few orders which caused instant reaction from a 
large number of her subjects. Many of the warriors scrambling to 
obey their queen, and in a matter of minutes a huge bonfire was 
constructed before the statue of their goddess with a number of 
blazing torches positioned so as to make a large ring before the 
bonfire.

After all was prepared the men were brought forward and placed 
near the ring. Most of the Amazons encircled the ring of torches 
as well. They started to cheer like they would be witnessing 
some sort of show or spectacle. One of the guards stepped 
forward and cut one of the men's bonds. She motioned him into 
the ring as the other women cheered, but she had to physically 
push him forward till he entered the ring. From the other side 
of the ring an Amazon entered as well. She was stripped for 
battle wearing only the flimsiest of clothing, but like the male 
she was not carrying a weapon. The battle that would be fought 
before the goddess would be hand to hand.

The two contestants circled each other for a few seconds sizing 
their opponent up. Both appeared to be evenly matched. The woman 
was almost the same height as the man, but was about twenty 
pounds lighter. Her arms and legs were well muscled though and 
Skip thought she might even have an advantage in strength. 

From the onset of the contest it was obvious she had a clear 
advantage in speed. The man made the first move and the Amazon 
easily sidestepped his bull rush and drove her two clamped fists 
into the back of his neck as he went by. He landed in a heap on 
the other side of the ring. Many of the onlookers cheered their 
champion and some were laughing at the first move of the male 
warrior. 

The man slowly got to his feet to see a very proud looking and 
confident Amazon staring at him from across the ring, the Amazon 
not pressing her advantage. With her feet spread apart and her 
hands akimbo she dared the young warrior to make another charge, 
and charge he did. In a matter of seconds, he was flying through 
the air and landing in a heap on the other side of the ring. 
There were more cheers and laughter from the crowd. 

It was obvious from the very beginning the man was hopelessly 
outclassed. Every time he made a move, she easily countered it 
and he found himself hurtling through the air or tumbling head 
over heals. She toyed with him in this manner for a good ten 
minutes till he was completely exhausted.

Finally, she got deadly serious. It didn't take her long after 
that to end the fight. The male warrior found himself stretched 
out on the ground and facing it, completely helpless. The Amazon 
had his arms crossed around his neck bending them backwards and 
effectively choking him while her knee bent his back at an 
impossible angle as well. In a matter of seconds he was yelling 
at the top of his lungs till a loud crack could be heard even 
from the two frightened onlookers position. Immediately, he went 
limp and the female warrior released her deadly hold as his face 
crashed into the dirt. The onlookers momentarily went quiet and 
then erupted into a loud cheer for the victorious female 
warrior.

The show was not over however. She grabbed the man and 
effortlessly hoisted his inanimate body high over her head, her 
arms completely outstretched. She held him there with one arm 
supporting his weight at the small of his back, while her other 
hand grabbed one of his wrists for support. His own arms and 
legs dangling down while his lifeless body was held overhead for 
all to see. The cheering went on for sometime as she paraded 
around the ring. She stopped her promenade only once, displaying 
his lifeless body to the other four men, as they huddled and 
cowered in fear.

Finally, she stopped again right in front of the queen and was 
awarded with a nod of approval. She nodded back and then walked 
the man's carcass over to the raging bonfire, turned once again 
towards her sister Amazons acknowledging their cheers, and then 
threw the man's lifeless body into the fire. The women 
celebrated for a few minutes by chanting and singing. Then 
another man was cut loose and pushed into the ring while another 
Amazon entered the ring from the other side.

This man even though he was much taller and outweighed his 
opponent by a good hundred pounds was paralyzed with fear. Every 
time the very young female warrior feigned a move the man would 
jump back causing great laughter from the onlookers. Eventually, 
she had to chase him around the ring, other Amazons pushing him 
back when he tried to leave the circle of death. She finally 
cornered him and put the man through a series of unbreakable and 
debilitating holds. First draining the strength from his arms 
then making his legs almost useless.

The girl quickly put the defenseless man in another hold, her 
legs encircling his head in a figure four headlock. Her one arm 
grasping her leg and bending it back as she bent back herself 
increasing her leverage and throwing all her strength into the 
hold. The man' s hands were free and they clawed at her legs 
attempting to break the hold, to no avail. She worked the hold 
in the center of the ring, the two figures locked in their life 
and death struggle only illuminated by torch light, till he was 
almost unconscious. Her sisters cheering her on the whole time.

Finally, she let go of her hold as his head bobbed weakly in the 
center of the ring. The male's body slumping to the ground in 
defeat while he himself was unable to offer any further 
resistance. She triumphantly scrambled to her feet, asked for a 
knife from one of her sisters, and cut the man's loin cloth off 
him exposing his genitals to all. 

Then she grabbed him by the hair and dragged him slowly to his 
knees. The completely cowed and defeated male was ordered to 
maintain that position as the young warrior grabbed his penis 
and held it with one hand while she made a muscle pose with her 
other arm. The appreciative crowd went wild. The queen nodded 
her approval and the girl let go of the warrior and in one quick 
move placed her legs around his head in a standing neck 
scissors. She powered down with her legs as the man's arms 
flailed about in unsuccessful attempts to push her legs apart 
and end the crushing pressure.

She tortured him in this manner for several minutes. Then she 
casually lifted his head higher in her legs and proceeded to 
crush his head for another minute or two. Her arms were on her 
hips most of the time during the man's ordeal. Alternately, she 
would wave to the crowd or would look bored with his struggles. 
The man, by this time, was unable to mount any defense at all. 

Finally, she grabbed his head with both hands and gave it a 
quick twist snapping his neck like a twig. As she released his 
lifeless body from between her mighty legs, the crowd cheered 
and chanted again. While her sisters sang and chanted, the young 
Amazon grabbed the male warriors legs and dragged his huge body 
over to the fire where two of her fellow Amazons helped her 
heave the dead man's hulking weight into the fire.

A third man was set free and thrown into the ring. By this time, 
the man wanted no part of the contest. He had to be threatened 
with spear and bow to stay inside the circle. The warrior he was 
facing was very young barely out of her teens Skip thought. 
While the man was the oldest of the group of men. He had to be 
close to forty and was probably their leader. He was several 
inches taller than the young girl and had to outweigh her by 
thirty or forty pounds.

This contest went quickly down hill for the male just as the 
other lopsided encounters had done. The girl was unbelievably 
quick and agile. He seemed completely defenseless to any of her 
moves. Maybe, he  was too paralyzed with fear to offer much of a 
defense, even though he was fighting for his life. In a matter 
of minutes he was lying helpless at the young girls feet.

As she stood above him, she removed her top to the cheers of the 
other women. Her boobs were so young and firm, they looked like 
two ripe melons jiggling on her young chest. As she looked down 
at the defeated man, she offered him her foot. He seemed to know 
what to do with it. Immediately, he started to lick the bottom 
of her foot. She smiled down at the defeated man as he licked 
and licked, her sisters going wild from the turn of events. 
After she was satisfied with his progress on the one foot she 
offered him the other. He licked that one for some time as well.

Finally, she looked around and caught the queen's gaze. The 
queen nodded and she returned the nod, a silent order passing 
between them. Immediately, the young warrior transferred her 
foot to the man's throat. She smiled down at him as she slowly 
increased the pressure. Realizing his situation, the man flailed 
helplessly about trying to remove the girl's crushing foot, but 
she held him down effortlessly with just the pressure of her all 
powerful leg. As she strangled him there before her sisters, the 
man's thrashing slowly died down, but he did not let go off her 
beautiful but deadly leg. Instead, it seemed like he was 
stroking it at the end even as his life's breath drained out of 
his body.

After the contest had reached it's deadly conclusion, the young 
girl lifted the now lifeless man onto her shoulders and paraded 
around the ring with him till the queen motioned her over to the 
fire. His body was interred into the flames just as the others 
had been.

After the girl had received her full measure of accolades from 
the crowd, the remaining two men's ropes were cut and they both 
were shoved into the ring. This time, the queen herself entered 
the ring. She was going to take on the last two remaining male 
warriors by herself. 

The men circled her warily as she impatiently motioned them on. 
Even though both men had a small height and weight advantage and 
the luxury of numbers, they were very careful as they approached 
the amazing woman warrior. The two men did strike first, 
however. They coordinated their attack from two different 
directions. It did not prove successful. She was far too skilled 
and much too strong and quick for the combined efforts of the 
two men. As Skip watched the one-sided fight unfold, he thought 
that a half dozen more men wouldn't have been enough to even the 
fight.

Her movements were precise and quick. No extra effort was used 
when she struck. The men were completely overwhelmed. First, a 
series of devastating blows was delivered to one overmatched 
opponent effectively immobilizing him. Then another series of 
equally devastating blows was delivered to some part of the 
other man's body laying waste to his defenses. She went from one 
to the other reigning blows on each. Her movements were like a 
dance as she moved between each man with skill and grace. 

Skip did notice that the women were not cheering this time. They 
watched their queen take apart the two men in reverent silence. 
The onslaught lasted five minutes. During that time, the men 
never landed a blow. While on the other hand, the men constantly 
had to pick their battered bodies off the ground. When the end 
came, the two men were still standing and staggering about. They 
were literally out on their feet. The queen first grabbed one 
man's neck with her right hand and then the other's neck with 
her left, as he staggered too close. Then she lifted them both 
off the ground with just the strength in her mighty arms. The 
men's hands struggling to remove the vice-like grip that was the 
queens hands from around their necks. Skip knew their position 
was hopeless and it just was a mater of time.

As she strangled them, she walked the two men around the ring, 
there feet dangling in mid air a few inches off the ground. As 
they lost the battle for survival, first one man's hands fell 
lifeless to his side and then the other. She continued to walk 
around in a circle with the conquered men as their lives ended 
in the middle of the ring of torches. A mighty cheer went out as 
she threw both men's lifeless bodies into the flames.

Skip turned and looked at Gill. It was the first time he had 
thought of his friend throughout the whole spectacle. Gill was 
still watching the proceedings with his mouth agape and with a 
look of complete and utter disbelief frozen over his features. 

Skip shook him to get his attention and whispered, "We better 
get the hell out of here."

He nodded in agreement and the two men turned and started to 
crawl through the brush. They had barely started when their 
progress was blocked by four feet and a pair of shapely female 
legs standing directly in front of them. Skip slowly lifted his 
gaze following the contours of one of the woman's legs. His gaze 
stopped at the point of a knife. Gill had done the same thing 
with the other woman, his gaze ended at the point of a knife as 
well.

Both women grabbed a man's arm, dragged the two startled men to 
their feet, and started to make a high pitched trilling sound 
with their mouths. Skip knew it was a signal of some sort to 
alert the other Amazons of danger. The other warriors quickly 
gathered, weapons at the ready, as the two sentries shoved the 
two men forcefully into the clearing towards the waiting 
Amazons.

The female warriors parted to let the men pass as the parade 
continued on to the queen. The Amazons looking the men over as 
they passed. The women commenting in an unfamiliar dialect and 
some of the others laughing at the comments.

Finally, the procession stopped in front of the queen and the 
two sentries reported in that unfamiliar dialect again. She gave 
the two men curious looks as the sentries filled her in. When 
they were done, she walked around the two men surveying them 
completely. 

All the women towered over both of them. Skip thought almost 
every woman was at least a foot taller than they were, and the 
queen was several inches taller than that. Great! Skip thought, 
they had entered the race to get away from the scrutiny of 
others taller than  they were, and fate had shipwrecked them on 
an island of giants.

The queen took her hand and put it on Gill's head and then 
transferred it next to her. Her hand was just a little above her 
huge breasts. She immediately commented to the other Amazons 
about the position of her hand. The women warriors immediately 
started to laugh. Skip knew it was a derogatory comment about 
their size. Next, the queen grabbed Skips arm and felt his 
muscle. More words from the queen and again more laughter.

At the queens direction, two of the youngest Amazons in the 
group stepped forward and grabbed the two frightened men under 
the arms and lifted them off the ground. They lifted the men up 
and down a few times and made comments about the men's weight. 
Then the girls continued lifting the men up till their arms were 
completely outstretched and the men's feet dangled next to the 
young girls legs a good foot and a half off the ground. The 
Amazons throughout the clearing  broke out into belly laughs at 
the sight of the two men dangling there helplessly in the arms 
of their two youngest warriors.

"Put us down," Skip yelled out.

His order had no effect on the young girls they continued to 
hold the men up helplessly in the air, but the queen looked at 
him and said in a surprised tone, "You speak English."

"Yes! Let us go. We're sorry....We didn't mean to watch your 
ceremony.....Just let us leave," Skip pleaded.

The queen shook her head no and said forcefully,  "It is 
forbidden for men to set foot on this sacred ground....and 
live."

"We'll leave the island and never return," Gill added.

The queen shook her head no once again and said very solemnly, 
"You must die."

Just then a piercing scream filled the air. Skip recognized it 
as the classic Tarzan yell, but it was coming from a female 
voice. Two huge females swung into the clearing from vines and 
let go of them coming to a complete stop a few yards in front of 
the queen, the other surprised Amazons, and the statue of their 
goddess. The two girls were without weapons, but both were alert 
and ready for anything. 

The other Amazons moved to attack, but the queen barked out a 
command and the Amazons halted, but were prepared to resume 
their attack at a moments notice. Through all of this, the young 
girls continued holding the men up in the air, but were 
themselves very curious about the two huge girls that had 
invaded their space.

The queen stepped forward and addressed new invaders, "White 
goddesses from the sky chariot. We have left you in peace. Why 
do you invade our territory?" 

Like always, Nyla was the one to answer. She pointed at the two 
hapless men and said, "Those two belong to us."

The queen answered in a sad but very firm voice, "They 
trespassed on sacred ground....They must be punished."

The queens last words left an opening for Nyla's keen mind to 
exploit. "Then we will punish them!" she said and began to walk 
forward very slowly, Freida following her sister's lead.

The girls continued to slowly walk forward making sure to keep 
their hands plainly visible. All the Amazon warriors drawing 
their bows, placing their spears in a threatening position, or 
having their knife's at the ready, as the two strange females 
walked toward the queen. The warriors slowly parting to let them 
pass, but watching them closely, ever ready to pounce.

Nyla and Freida walked up to the two girls who had Skip and Gill 
in their arms and Nyla motioned to the queen if they could take 
them. The queen nodded her consent. Nyla and Freida relieved the 
two girls of their bundles and transferred the scared men into 
their own arms, hugging them tightly a the same time. Both Skip 
and Gill threw their arms around the girls and showered them in 
kisses.

"I'm sorry!" Skip blurted out between kisses.

"Me too!" Gill managed to say before he laid a wet one right on 
Freida's lips.

Nyla whispered to Skip, "I want you to be very quiet. We're not 
out of this yet. Let us handle this."

He nodded and so did Gill. 

Nyla returned her attention to the queen and looked around the 
clearing for a few moments and found what she was looking for. 
She pointed to two stumps. The queen looked over, studied the 
stumps for a moment, but finally nodded her consent. The queen 
seeming to understand Nyla's unspoken request.

The girl's walked with the two men in their arms slowly over to 
the stumps, and sat down on them transferring the men to their 
laps as they sat. The queen and the other Amazons following the 
two girls over to the stumps, and making a circle around them as 
the two white girls sat down on them.

Then Nyla turned Skip over and caught his legs between hers and 
Freida did the same. As the Amazons looked on, Nyla grabbed both 
of Skips wrists and held them securely in the grip of one huge 
hand  and moved his arms out of the way. With her free hand she 
pulled Skip's loin cloth completely off and positioned his butt 
upward on her mighty thigh. As this was going on, Freida was 
readying Gill in the same manner. 

Skip finally caught on. "Now wait a min..." was all he got out.

Nyla's hand came down with a loud sharp "CRACK!"

Freida's hand soon followed making a similar noise on Gill's 
exposed ass.

The Amazons watched in silence.

The men were spanked for a good ten minutes. It was longer than 
either Nyla or Freida wanted to spank them, but the queen was 
watching and she had to be convinced. After a few minutes, all 
the Amazons broke out into laughter, some rolling on the ground 
and holding their stomachs as they watched. The men begging and 
pleading the whole time. Near the end of their tanning, both men 
were reduced to tears. Finally, the ass whipping stopped. Both 
men hugging the girls and begging their forgiveness. The queen 
watching and nodding her approval. 

Both girls stood carrying the men in their arms. Nyla turned and 
confronted the queen once more. 

"We will go now...We promise these two will never trespass 
again."

The queen was silent, but her gaze was hardening.

Nyla quickly added before the queen could speak. "These two are 
not warriors.....Their as small as children and just as 
weak....Would you kill children?"

The queen's stare softened and she said, "Go! Take 
them!.....They are nothing!....We would rather have you as 
allies than enemies."

The other Amazons cheered raising their weapons to the sky as 
the two huge females quickly beat a hasty retreat with the two 
men still in their arms. The girls climbed a nearby tree which 
was still bathed in light from the fire and the torches and 
before they swung off towards home, both girls waved farewell to 
the queen, their new friend. The queen returned the wave with 
one of her own as her warriors cheered and cheered. Then both 
girls left for home swinging on separate vines, carrying the men 
on their backs, and giving the Tarzan yell at the top of their 
lungs.

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It was almost mid morning before the girls made it back to 
familiar territory. They stopped on the rise which overlooked 
the beach about five minutes from the tree house, and set the 
men down. All four made themselves comfortable as the noise from 
the surf was a distant but pleasant roar in their ears. The guys 
knew Nyla wanted to tell them something important and this was 
as good a place as any to get the news.

"We've decided to let you go," Nyla told them.

Skip looked from girl to girl. Nyla was frowning and Freida had 
her head down and he couldn't read her face.

"Will you come with us?" he asked.

"NO!" was Nyla's quick but firm reply.

He looked at Freida. She was almost in tears, but she shook her 
head no to affirm her sisters words.

When he looked back at Nyla she was speaking again. "This is our 
home....The only one we've known on your planet....We can't 
leave it."

The girls were talking like they were from outer space again, 
but in that moment, he realized something...It really didn't 
matter if the girls were lying or not. What difference did it 
make? To him, they would always be the most extraordinary 
females he had ever met or would ever meet. 

As that realization filled him with the well being of a problem 
finally solved at last, Skip looked towards Gill who was staring 
at Freida with a sad and mournful sort of look on his face, but 
Gill remained silent.

"Then it's settled," Skip said sadly.

But before anything else could be said, Freida pointed out 
towards the ocean and exclaimed very loudly, "LOOK!"

On the distant horizon was the very small but definite outline 
of a boat. Everyone stopped talking, stood up, and stared at the 
unmistakable outline sailing parallel to their position. As the 
others stared out to sea, Nyla walked over and picked up the 
torch which the men had laid nearby, to light the signal fire, 
in case of just such an eventuality. She walked slowly over to 
Skip and held it out to him. He had been staring at the boat, 
lost in his own thoughts, and he had forgotten about the torch 
and the signal pyre. When Nyla brought it over, he just stared 
at it for a few moments not taking it from her hands.

"Go ahead and signal them," she said, "it's what you both 
want..Isn't it?" 

He finally took the torch from her and lit it with one of his 
few remaining matches. He looked towards Gill who said nothing, 
but who's face was a mask of pain and sadness. As Skip continued 
to stare at him, Gill bent his head and remained quiet. He 
looked over at Freida and she was crying, but she was 
uncharacteristically quiet as well. She too bowed her head. 

Finally, he looked at Nyla and she was trying to put up a brave 
front, "Go ahead...light it...We'll be fine," she said in a 
proud but somewhat disturbed voice.

He looked at the torch for a moment and then threw it to the 
ground.

"If we leave, who'll take care of you girls and protect you...I 
think we better stay," he uttered as if the matter were closed 
for ever, and it was.

Freida ran over to Gill and picked him up under the armpits and 
brought his face near hers and showered him in kisses. Nyla 
followed her younger sisters lead this time and did the same 
with Skip. Both men getting kisses and hugs for a good five 
minutes.

Then Nyla turned Skip over in her hands so he was facing out and 
held him high above her head outstretched toward the sky. Freida 
quickly followed her sister's lead with Gill.

As the men were held high up towards heaven, Nyla said out loud 
and with conviction, "Creator!..This is my man for ever and 
ever....I will protect him and take care of him always...This is 
my vow to you." 

For some reason Skip didn't mind this strange ceremony. He felt 
deep inside of him that it was right somehow. He knew he would 
never mind being carried or protected or even played with for 
that matter ever again. He felt strangely at peace too and he 
knew he loved this big girl with his whole heart and soul, 
wherever she came from.

Nyla continued to hold Skip up towards the sky till her sister 
was done saying the same words about Gill, copying her sisters 
words exactly.

Finally, Nyla turned him around and hugged and kissed him some 
more. Of course Freida did the exact same thing with Gill. Then 
the two girls set off for the tree house cradling the two men in 
their strong young arms, as happy as they had ever been in their 
young lives.

 The two men feeling totally at peace themselves, looked up at 
the girls as they walked, and Gill uncharacteristically asked 
Skip a question. "Who do you think won the race?"

"I think we did," Skip answered back.

The End..