I do find it a touch amusing that a site called DeviantArt is actively removing anything they consider deviant art.
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I'm a SW fan with some writing I've done. Might add more later.
I do find it a touch amusing that a site called DeviantArt is actively removing anything they consider deviant art.
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I like a little Spice to my fancy coffees. What do you add into your coffee?
I know, not a great collage, but I hope you enjoy it.
Please visit his deviant art at:
[https://www.deviantart.com/steveoreno](link url)
He has a bunch more under scraps.
I too prefer Mouth play more then vore. There is something almost primal at forcing the little pretty between your lips. Their panicked reaction at what they think is coming. Then suckling and licking them into a orgasmic delirious state despite their original disinterest at such position or treatment.
Honestly, vore for vore shake doesn’t appeal. Reading some giant grabbed a bus of nurses or something just to munch them like a package of Oreos just isn’t my thing.
But there is a power dynamic of turning a living tiny person into food with what for the giant is the simplest of actions. One rending crushing motion. A wiggling form struggling and failing to resist just the titan’s swallowing strength.
Or as a show of power. Want only a few of the small group of tiny ladies you’ve captured. Watching one or two devoured would be a dramatic display of what can happen if the giant is disobeyed.
I, as most of my works show, would be a more of a want to be a collecting giant. Effort was used to get the targets grabbed by most of my towering male characters. To do all that just to swallow the results, just isn’t my jam. Some, maybe depending on the story. One or two to satiate the giant’s curiosity, sure. But mostly I’m a, “Look at all my pretties.” type of fantasy interest.
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Hope no one minds, I had this idea worm its way into my brain and I had to get it out. Hope you enjoy.
I couldn’t find a way to add as a tag: Mild Drug Use References And Tiny As Drug.
Chapter 01: Discovery
“Arriving at the sixth planet inward of unsurveyed system 03785. Scanners show a mild debris field circling the planet within its single satellite’s orbit. Much of which is metals and other minerals. It’s unusual for such a small planet to have its own asteroid field.” Murre recorded as they approached the mostly blue planet.
Grilyn announced, “Electronic signals indicate life with a low level tech advancement. Putting up counter measures to keep whatever dominate life form from detecting us.”
Murre rolled his eyes. “Great, life forms. So much for getting a commission from this survey now.”
“There’s still a possibility. If they are listed below Alliance intelligence levels.” Grilyn suggested.
Murre pointed to the artificial satellites floating willy nilly about the planet. “They have accessed, if limitly, space.”
“Yeah but the readings I’m getting shows they are also pumping volumes of toxins and poisons beyond their planet’s ability to resolve. Heck, looks like they are still using combustion and fossil fuels. How smart could they be?” Grilyn pointed out.
“Yeah, but I still have to log it.” Murre said, sighing.
“Wait, let’s take a look first. Some plant and animal samples to get a reading on the planet first as Spire Corporation hinted at in such situations.” Grilyn aimed to tempt his friend and work partner.
“It was hinted at due to it being against Alliance law to do that.” Murre explained to his slightly shifty friends.
“Found a population center. Making scan of what appears to be the intelligent life.” Grilyn said ignoring his friend’s worry. “Oh wow, they look like us but so adorably tiny.”
“Really, like how tiny?” Murre questioned.
“Like, five to seven ticks.” Grilyn answered. “Look, these ones look like Phins.”
“Phins have appealing females.” Murre shifted his seat to see the images on Grilyn’s screen. “Wow, they look just like them.”
“Poor things only have a digestive stomach. Oh Krone! No way.” Grilyn gasped.
“What?” Murre asked, trying to figure out what reading excited his friend.
“The Keratin in their skin is almost the same chemical mixture as fordehyde crystals.” Grilyn said with a strange smile.
“Fordehyde crystals? So does that mean what I think that means?” Murre asked.
“Yeah, exposing them to more sensitive areas of our skin or holding them in our Appendix stomach would have the same effect as fordehyde.” Grilyn happily explained.
“So would they be safe to interact with or should we note them as a biohazard?” Murre inquired.
“No, they’d be fine to handle. You’d have to have one in you or stroked along your genitals or eyeballs to get a reaction. Best part, since its a natural source there would be less side effects from coming off the high they’ll create.” Grilyn said in a leading way.
“Grilyn they are an intelligent race.” Murre reminded his friend.
“Not a listed intelligent race. Spire would pay top dollar for a natural For-keratin resource like that. Better, a customer could keep one or two as a pet and the Spire could sell accessories for them like cages and little outfits. They would be worth more than any of the other resources in this back water system. Our largest commishion ever better.” Grilyn tempted.
“But they are intelligent. If the authorities found out we didn’t report them.” Murre worried.
“Just classify them as semi-intelligent. Then, if the authorities have an issue with the collection and sale of them, it’ll be Spire that deals with it. Not us tired lonely survey jockeys making a labeling error.” Grilyn suggested.
“I would like a Fordehyde high with less eye pain the next day.” Murre could see the benefits from a slight miss labeling.
“Yes, I mean we should test a couple first.” Grilyn hinted.
“We do need to get some animal samples. And since they are only semi-intelligent.” Murre was quickly warming to the idea.
“I have found a sampling of Phin-like females away from any major population center. Fit and skin warmed by their own physical activity.” Grilyn noted typing the four targets location into the drone’s computer.
“None on the planet will see?” Murre was still a touch worried.
“No, well, maybe a slight few. But it’s not like they would be telling on us to the cops.” Grilyn snickered, launching the drone to catch their pretty samples off a mountain trail.
“Let me know when they arrive so I can hide us on the back of the planet’s moon. Hate to get spotted out in the open while enjoying the high.” Murre advised.
“Yeah, Alliance would get an automatic report about what’s here if we crashed on that planet.” Grilyn said with a laugh.
The drone brought back its collected treasure and Murre landed softly on the dark side of that small moon. With a touch of fanfare Grilyn said, “And our samples.”
Murre looked at the four lovely little creatures. Something about how scared they were of him helped block out he was about to break intergalactic law. Slender with different lengths of black hair like stereotypical Phinian females, only just a few ticks high. Grilyn said they were on a mountain trail. But from the heeled shoes and short skirts on a few of them it was likely a well groomed trail. This made Murre question how far they really were from a population center. But a strange arousal pushed that away for later.
“So, how should we do this? Flip a coin to see who picks first?” Grilyn asked in almost a whisper.
“Yeah, that seems fair.” Murre sighed back. One of the samples was chittering at him in scared tones and that in itself was giving him a high he didn’t know he wanted.
“Ship, flip a coin please.” Grilyn requested the onboard computer.
“Result is heads.” it replied.
“Great. But which of us is heads.” Murre noted fighting the urge to drool.
“Right, well, how about we flip again and I’ll be tails.” Grilyn panted.
Murre knew why his friend wanted the unannounced result. In a different situation he might have argued why he should have that option. But that would waste time and he wanted to wrap one of those scared helpless beauties around his penis. So he could test Grilyn’s theory. That’s what he told himself as his male-hood was becoming painfully stiff. “Computer flip a coin.” he said, not realizing how dry his mouth was.
“Result is Heads” It replied.
“Yes.” he cheered. Then he made his selection. The tallest of the group. Long appealing legs seem to make up the bulk of her limited height. Advertised out of her little white skirt with black socks that stopped just past her knees. She made such an appealing terrified sound as he grabbed her from the sample trey.
Grilyn immediately grabbed the one that had been pleading at them in that strange language. He was likely drawn to the fact the pretty thing had a larger bust stretching its tight white shirt then one would expect on a Phin like race.
Murre grabbed the other long legged one. He really liked shapely legs. Pretty like his first grab in a flowered light blue dress. At this point he didn’t even care about the Fordehyde effects he could get from them. Just holding one in each fist was a high on its own. They must have seen him like some sort of god.
Grilyn grabbed the last cutie in flat shoes and a white light shirt short pants combo. Murre was about to ask how they were going to get them out of their clothes when Grilyn just started cutting them off his second pick.
Murre grabbed scissors and slipped it up the blue dress of his second pick. The shiny metal blade scared it still. Undergarments took a more careful hand. He was wondering how to get the blade under the jewelry when it gave up hands in surrender and just removed them for him.
He looked over at Grilyn. He had fully stripped his second pick and was dangling it over his wide open mouth. It made such appealing terrified scream sounds. Its lovely legs kicked in the air wildly as its little hands tried desperately to find a grip to hold onto Grilyn’s fingers. Then he released it and the Phinian like beauty disappeared into his open mouth.
Grilyn hummed as if his new oral friend was delicious as his jaw worked up saliva around it to lube its trip to his Appendix stomach. Murre could see his friend was washing the tiny beauty about with his tongue. Playfully pressing its helpless little form against the inside of his cheek. The other three samples made the best scared chittering sounds as Grilyn played with his coming high. Then he tilted his head up and swallowed. A familiar gluck sound came from him soon after. His esophagus transferring the beauty to that secondary stomach like Grilyn had done thousands of times with Fordehyde crystals.
“Wait, can they survive in our Appendix stomach?” Murre suddenly worried.
“Oh yeah, plenty of air in there for such small critters.” Grilyn answered. “Just be careful tomorrow morning not to flush yours into the bio waste processor.” He added.
Then his eyes rolled back. His hit was taking effect. “Oh yeah that’s better than crystals.” Grilyn roared, leaning back in his chair.
Murre had to try that. He never saw Grilyn get so happily high so quickly. He forced the begging beauty in his mouth waist deep. Then the texture of its skin played on his tongue and he hummed in delight. So smooth and wonderful. His tongue explored greedily and found the small beauties female-hood. It made appealing frightened noses as his tongue overpowered its legs and stroked that little patch of hair and sensitive skin. Then it slipped into unhappy oh sounds that had their own appeal. It was getting aroused. He could taste it.
His own eyes rolled back. His tongue sought more of the creature’s natural lubricant. His body tingled like never before. Grilyn was fascinated. Watching the pretty new pet moan and gasp as Murre suckled on it for its pleasure juices. Oh it waved about in his lips. Arching its back appealingly. Her slender little hips began bucking in a way that helped with Murre’s oral harvest. Then his body rushed as the lapped pretty treat climaxed in his mouth.
That was better than a crystal high. It was like he climaxed too. He didn’t have to check to make sure he hadn’t as his maleness was painfully hard. What a delight these creatures were. No matter what Intergalactic law was he was not giving up his new pets if he could get highs like this from them.
He sucked the slender body into his mouth. Oh, how sweet the whole body tasted after its forced climax. Murre was immediately hoping he could train them to be accepting. A partnered created climax would likely taste even sweeter. Soaking it completely in his spit he swallowed the squirming mass. Popping open the path to his Appendix stomach. Oh it was such an ego rush feeling it wiggling helplessly as it thought it had been eaten alive.
Then it was where he needed her to be. He could feel her moving inside his safety stomach. The lining of that moist air filled stomach greedily sucking the chemical reaction being caused from her skin contacting his thin skin. Sharing that with his brain and making the Universe seem suddenly perfect.
Grilyn grabbed his busty pet and started cutting its clothes off. “Better get her naked before I’m too high to see straight.” He announced.
“Yeah, I’m already getting haziness at the edges of my vision.” Murre agreed, snipping his scared first pick’s clothes off.
“Computer, play my retrospective list.” Grilyn requested. Synthetic produced music began playing.
Grilyn wrapped his busty pet to his phallic and gasped, “Ahh oh, hmmm.” Murre looked. The little creature must have thought if she didn’t delight him then Grilyn was going to eat her too. It grind and rubbed its shapely little lovely body at Grilyn’s penis. The man closed his eyes, hand held her at his tip. The pet worked herself at the top of a male-hood several times larger than her entire body.
Murre pouted some as his new pet was clearly frozen with fear. He wrapped its wonderfully long legs around his shaft and pressed its perky little mounds into his sensitive skin. Slowly he dragged its little helpless body up and down his length. Oh he was getting so high from the two sources. That mixed with the sexual dominance he had over his sex puppet just made even being away from civilization for weeks at a time just marvelous.
There the friends sat for a long time. Absorbing the reaction inside them while their phallic were stimulated and absorbed a reaction externally. Murre thought how pretty the colors of the music was as he stroked his beauty slowly along his erection.
The notice advising it was late made them look and snicker at each other. Grilyn smacked his mouth and accepted, “I guess we should get to bed for a while.” Then pressed the tired busty beauty. Quickly he stroked his shaft with her stimulating form. As he reached climax he pressed it over his tip. As his friend made an amusing expression and grunted ah sounds Murre found himself watching the small creature’s limbs flailing about in hopeless attempts to escape the semen flood. It was a delightful sight.
As Grilyn staggered towards his bunk Murre sped up his own stroking. He had to feel his new pet squirming at his own tip as his seed was bursting all over it. Its legs felt amazing along the sides of his shaft as he body mated the pretty little thing. Up he placed it, he especially wanted to see what his semen would look like all over its pretty face.
Murre wasn’t disappointed. The delightful thing wiggled for all its worth. Those smooth legs made to wrap around his girth stroked and rubbed in enthralling ways. His shaft twitched hard as his semen burst in thick globs over that little Phinian like face. She clearly didn’t like the look and effect of him claiming her sexually like that, but he did.
He now staggered to his room. He placed his pet in the sink and washed up. Hoping the overflow would be enough to rinse her for the night. Plopping her into a high walled sample tray with a dry cleaning cloth to dry off with and use for its bed. He now finished cleaning up his groin from that fun. He flopped on his small bed realizing how inebriated he was from those little beauties. How better surveying will be with a few of them on board.
He rolled over trying to remember for the next morning to classify the population of that world as only semi-intelligent while privately contacting their Spire rep to tell them what they really found. He smiled, they’ll want samples too. They could get them samples too. He closed his eyes. That helped stop the walls from breathing. The hum of the ship and the relaxed state of his body was perfect for going straight to sleep.
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I’m going to confess I enjoy the overwhelming power part of the fantasy. The “giant’s” control and dominance. Maybe that’s because I hardly every had any control over my own life. Someone always making major decisions on my behalf. Never really being listened to. As a “giant” a character is the one commanding controlling in charge. They can do anything they want because the “tiny” can’t resist their intense power.
But none of that is what I want in real life. I don’t want to dominate. I have no interest in abusing or tormenting a weaker being with fear. I think people should all be treated with respect. No matter their race, religion, sex, sexual preference, etc. Everyone should be equals.
Now, as for my stories being misogynistic. Yeah, many are. Again its the “giant” male power fantasy. Dominate and use at your leisure. And its all imaginary. You want to know how I write my “giant” people. I write them as villains. Even the main character “giants”. I can’t think of any story I have posted anywhere that the “giant/giants” are not that way. Don’t see it? Ask, I can tell you how or what villainous thing I’m keeping in the edge of my mind when I’m writing a particular story. I do this because despite liking the fantasy of being a cruel “giant” I don’t understand how people can do such things in real life.
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Hope you enjoy, got this concept discussing the image Mrgoblinging7 had shared here at:
https://forum.daddysdollhouse.org/topic/1758/drunken-faeries
Now I throw this together quickly. But I hope it’s fun and enjoyable for all of you.
Not enough to tag I feel, but should note that the results Vore is more mentioned then described. Mild, kind of. Let me know if I should add it as a tag and I will.
Fairies in the Tavern
“Owlton, Owlton!” his name was being screamed from across his small field. Owlton looked over at the young man yelling. He had to wonder what was causing this level of panic in the lad. Owlton had taken up being this quiet town’s pest catcher for the last few years. He needed a duty, an activity to do in this self inspired retirement. Not that there was ever a grand treat in a town this deep into the kingdom.
Sure there was the odd giant rat or Stang bat. The odd family of Kobolds hiding in some farmer’s root cellar. Not that his sword had trouble dispatching the treating pests. Kobolds were easy enough to talk into moving on to the now prospering mine. His worst job he ever had was helping with that batch of Red Caps. Those little goblin kin were foolish to raid that mill.
As the boy breathless reached him, Owlton offered him a water skin to wet his scream dried throats. “Hello Konner, what is the hassle causing such a panic?”
The boy took a quick gulp then rambled out, “The tavern, eating all, can’t chase them out.”
The eating all had started to make Owlton worry then the chase them out stopped that. “Calm, calm. What is in the tavern?” he questioned.
The boy clearly not seeing this as acceptable as Owlton did as he pleaded, “Please, please go to the tavern, it’s overwhelmed with pixies!”
Pixies? Owlton wondered, or much less worrisome locally common fairies. “OK, sit and catch your breath and I’ll get the needed gear.”
“Hurry, please hurry!” the boy called out as Owlton wandered towards his home.
Inside he looked at his few saved weapons of note from his adventuring days. Nothing of grand note. A few slightly touched with magic or of higher quality then the local smith could craft. And all useless unless he planned on butchering the fluttering creatures. Even Pixies wouldn’t really call for his sword or hunting bow.
Past them he grabbed a tarnished old cage a lord or duke from a past kingdom had left in their now crumbled keep. It likely held song birds. A sack, a simple sack for holding the flying gossamer winged ladies till he could get them to the cage. In a box he grabbed a small spice bag. Inside was a highly refined sweet spice that would be like catnip to the magical near pests. He did grab a jeweled handled dagger and attach its scabbard to his belt just in case.
“OK Konner, let’s go to the tavern.” Owlton said as he came from his home.
The boy took this as they should be running and was half way back across the field before he looked back and saw Owlton was in no rush. Not that it stopped the young tavern worker from rushing back and grabbing Owlton’s arm and attempting to pull him there like a stubborn mule.
They made it near the small gathering of houses loosely called a town. In the center was the one Inn and tavern. The Sunshine Inn, but the residence just called it the Tavern for there was no other. There was the Mayor waving at the open door like he was attempting to rally an army out of the building. All the windows wide open, which might be due to the mild troubles inside or just the fact it was a gorgeous late spring day. Owlton could see people racing and ducking about through those windows. Small flying things darting and zigzagging about them as easy as stepping around horse leavings in the middle of a well used wagon trail.
He wasn’t even to the door when he was certain they were just fairies. Pest when not wanted. To the well trained eye they made delightful pets. None inside clearly had that trained of eyes. But what drew them into a building on this sun glowing day with the trees and fields full of flowers and early ripe berries?
Then his nose told him. Margan was baking treats. Not just any treats, bubbleberry treats. Might as well just smeared the building in the sweetest juices and begged the Fairies inside. Bubbleberries were to fairies what fine metalwork was to a dwarf.
He stepped in the door and had to hide his mouth and fight to restrain his laughter. Many of the poured afternoon mugs had little bathers in them. Several Fairies clearly just left mugs flew staggering through the air. One cheeky one found a warm bed between the lovely waitress’ well displayed breasts. While another was clearly drunkenly enamored with a young man, popping from his mug to lay a smooch. As he lowered the mug away his new lover hovered at his face holding his nose and making less moral kiss against his skin.
Tanla approached him in a huff. “Finally, now can you kill these pests? They’re causing a riot.” she overreacted.
“Nonsense, you lot are just over reacting.” Owlton said, certain his smirk wasn’t calming the owner’s wife down.
“Look at all the mugs of brew they are ruining bathing in them like gods-less tramps.” The woman growled at him.
He leaned close, “Save the contents of those left mugs in a glass bottle for two months in your root cellar. Then you can sell it as Fae Touched Brew. Trust me travelers in the know will pay a silver or more just for just a taste. Just don’t let them share any with any of the local young ladies or lads. It has, fun effects.”
“You don’t say?” The woman whispered back. Owlton could tell the woman was already determining how many bottles of that drink she could gain from this happening.
“Yes, also why didn’t Margan get bunches of Lilac flowers and put them around the bar before she started making bubble berry treats like I warned her to.” Owlton asked.
“That’s what those awful flowers were about for. I tossed them, I can’t stand their scent.” The woman looked annoyed with herself.
"Neither can fairies. ‘’ he informed her.
“Still, can you, you know. Get rid of them?” She asked.
“I want to keep all I catch.” He started.
“Catch, sure whatever.” The woman’s annoyance disrupted her usually shroud mind.
“I want a jar of Margan’s bubble berry jam,” he added.
“A jar, you know how hard it is to get enough of those berries to make jam with?” She barked. Owlton turned like he was leaving. “Fine, but only one jar.”
“Good, and lets say, ten gold.” He requested.
“Two, and a free meal.” He knew she would bargain.
“Eight, a free meal and three mugs of brew on my next visit.” he countered.
“Four, a meal, and a night’s drink.” she counter offered.
“Six.” He simply upped his price.
“Four and six silver.” She lowered the offer.
“Fine, if you and the staff get all the customers out and close all the outside doors and windows.” He requested.
“For how long?” she questioned.
“Not long. Likely with how drunk they look, about an hour. Most likely less.” He answered.
“An hour, well.” she whimpered.
“As long as they can see bright light they will be active. No sun, the booze will take effect and soon they’ll be dozing about the place and I’ll just scoop them off the tables and benches.” He explained.
“Won’t they find nooks to sleep in?” she requested.
“If they were in their right minds, yes. But the bubble berry treats smell mixed with the drink looks to have taken their sense away. Plus I have a fairy nip to draw them to a collection point. If you and your staff help the faster I’ll have them gone.” Owlton flatly said.
“Caroline, get these people out so Owlton can work his magics in peace.” The woman commanded the waitress.
The Waitress nodded past the fairies now bouncing gleefully off her bosom. “Yes Ma’am.” Was her distressed response as she nervously moved. Owlton had to remind himself folktales of what fairies could do to a young person was more potent than the actual effects these cute pests could muster.
He walked over towards the bar to have a place for his cage. Grabbing the Fairy from the poor confused young man’s face. His new little lover had left eager kisses and had gone right to lewdly attempting to make love to his features and that good temple attending boy didn’t have a clue how to handle that.
He set the cage down and placed the inebriated fairy inside. It clearly was drunkenly attached to the young man as it made sad noises and waved at him as he left. Owlton was glad they were not Pixies, otherwise he might have needed to fend off that young man. Fairies, not so much. Drunken Sprites would have had turned the whole bar into orgy. That would have required his wet mask and crushed dark bean tea to settle down.
As the waitress and the real owner of the establishment got the few remaining customers to leave and started shutting windows Owlton wandered to a nearly empty table. Grabbing a serving tray he took out his spice bag. Just a sprinkle would be needed of this sweet substance the merchant called powdered sugar. He had barely started sprinkling when the first drunken fairies came to investigate the sparkling falling from his hand. Soon as one sampled a grain it was chirping the others over. He stepped away and watched the tray get swarmed.
As the room got darker and darker he plucked the fairies too drunk to fly out of their brew baths and off bread beds. He shook his head at the half body of a dead fairy between two slices of bread. Whoever fell for that folk tale was going to regret that before supper. And would be calling on Owlton before the next full moon. Fae beings don’t take kindly to their kind being eaten. It is the one crime that will bring the night and day Fae together as a force. And whoever did it will not hide it from them, they all will smell them for miles.
Owlton made a note in his small book to get more cold iron from the new Kobold mine and find out what fool was at this table. Maybe it was someone smart enough he could talk into hiring him before troubles started. Then he looked at the little torso-less shapely legs and realized that was pointless, that was the actions of an idiot.
As soon as the room went dark Tanla lit a couple of lanterns so they could just see. The Fairies were yawning and stretching. This would be easier than Owlton had originally thought. They curled together and along plates and other rounded locations. Making it easy to gently lift them and just move them into the cage. Soon Tanla and Caroline were helping.
As they worked he noticed something he really shouldn’t have been looking at. Between young Caroline’s ample breasts a fairy had nuzzled into a warm sleep. “Caroline, I hate to say, but you have a fairy, well, in your bosom.”
“Really?” Oh what a simple beauty. To see down her own cleavage she stuck those appealing mounds out and displayed those soft topped flesh boulders right to him. He reminded himself she was nearly young enough to be his daughter. And despite town rumors, not as knowable in the working of men. She then appealingly made them bounce as she looked to be attempting to fling the fairy out. “Mr. Owlton can you get it out for me?” She whimpered.
It had been a few years since he last reached into an appealing ladies’ top. And nearly young enough to be his daughter now switched to old enough not to be his daughter. He was frankly naughty as his hand went in well left of where it was needed. A naughty stroke and a slight twirl of a quickly excited nipple brought pink to the girl’s cheeks. He mentally pointed out how improper he was being and slipped his hand over to scoop the invading critter out before he was in real trouble.
The sweet face displayed she wasn’t offended at him taking advantage. Though her nervous voice told she also didn’t know how she should be reacting, “Thank you for getting that out.”
"You’re welcome,‘’ he told her as she headed to drop her latest catches into the cage. That impropriety got his shoulder bruised by Tanla. An easily accepted price he teased himself.
“Is that all?” he asked looking around the dim room for any more fairies sleeping off their drink.
“I think so.” Tanla answered.
“May I borrow a blanket to cover the cage?” Owlton asked.
“I’ll get you one Mr. Owlton.” Caroline sang.
“What’s with the blanket?” Tanla asked.
“I want to keep the cage dark till I get it home.” He answered.
“What are you going to do with them there, eat them?” She asked.
Owlton wondered if it was Tanla that foolishly tried Fairy meat like some vile Orcling. He advised strongly, “Never eat the meat of a Fae. That will bring a stomach ache and in days other Fae looking for revenge.”
“Grand, glad I didn’t fill that curiosity then.” Tanla said in such a way that Owlton felt it wasn’t her teeth marks on the half devoured body.
“Then what?” She wondered.
“I’ll travel to Fredrik for their solstice festival. There I’ll sell most of them as pets. They make sweet pets.” He explained.
“Most, you’re keeping some?” She asked in an almost teasing tone.
“Some, like I said, they make sweet pets. Very loyal once trained. A few I’ll be keeping to sell to travelers passing through here. And a few for you once you see how well Fae Touched Brew sells.” He bordered on teasing her now.
“Right,” she sighed. Then directed, “Caroline collected all the mugs, don’t spill a drop. According to Owlton it’s going to be good stuff soon enough.”
“Speaking of Brew, I’ll trade two of the gold from my pay from a keg of brew delivered to my home.” He requested.
“Drink that much at home?” Tanla asked.
“Saving it for the winter so I don’t have to trug through drifts to get a sip.” He lied. But telling the woman he was going to make his own Fae Touch Brew and invite her pretty naïve waitress over to sample it would likely get it never delivered.
“Well, fingers crossed. Open up the windows. Let’s see if any flutter awake.” Owlton suggested once the tables had been cleaned up.
The windows unblocked allowed bright light through their colored pieces. And after a few minutes it was easy to call the tavern Fairy free.
He walked back home with the blanket wrapped cage strapped to his back. A grand fortune basically handed to him. A meal and a night’s jolly making waiting at the local tavern. And, from the peck on his cheek and a whispered request to come visit her, possibly an ending to his lonely nights. He was well old enough to start thinking about settling down and starting and having some legitimate children. And Caroline would be a fine youthful wife to work on that with.
He entered his home and cleared a small table to place the cage on. He supplied a few berries and cut fruit to fill the tiny bellies. Then selected two of the loveliest of the lovely fairies.
That was one thing the folk tales got correct and why they’ll sell well as pets, fairies looked like gorgeous sun darkened well worked maidens without the scars or callouses of hard labor.
He climbed to the loft where his bed sat. Then he untied his britches and exposed his manhood. Then he popped the lid on the bubbleberry jar and with his finger painted the tip of his cock in the sweet treat. Closing the lid tight on the jar he opened the curtains on the little window up here.
Sunlight stirred both little supple forms. A black haired beauty and a reddish haired delight surred in the warm light. Alcohol never affected Fae long. They looked around and seeing they were trapped in a building with no treats they cowered and hugged each other for comfort.
Then the crimson one’s nose caught a scent. The Black haired one noticed and sniffed the air. Both caught what was drawing their attention. Owlton smiled, knowing they couldn’t resist bubbleberry spread.
They fluttered over to his groin. Watching them nervously as they hovered about his manhood brought it to attention. Now they were intrigued. Fairies were just fascinated with larger similarly shaped creatures’ sexuality. They fluttered closer. The smell they wanted was at the tip of this giant’s cock. He could see them peeking at him then at the strange shaft they were drawn too.
The Black haired one gave into curiosity first. Owlton felt its little dexterous tongue sample the jam. Fairies have a tongue much longer than many people suspected. Not long like a hummingbird’s tongue. No, more like twice as long as a human of comparable size as Owlton saw it.
The Black haired delight liked what she tasted and chirped at her friend to try some. The Red topped one curved her tongue along his tip. Then zipped about happily. Then chirped at her friend.
They hovered closer carefully watching him happily watch them. Owlton sighed, these two would be easy to train. Likely after a couple of passes they wouldn’t even need the jam smear.
They reached their pretty small faces and began licking up the jam. Dancing tiny tongues felt amazing. The more they tasted the jam the less they watched him. The less they watched him the closer they got to his stiff shaft. Little hands wrapped softly at his tip as they hungrily suckled the fruit treat off his cock.
Then the Red Haired one slipped her arms around his shaft and hugged her miniature perky breasts to his manhood. The Black haired one then hugged the other side. As they greedily cleaned his sensitive skin they pressed tighter. And soon their strong long legs wrapped and grind their little wet pussies to his cock.
Soon the jam was gone. Wings fluttered hard but didn’t take his tiny lovers anywhere. They lustfully attended his cock. Legs stroking the sides as tongues and mouths lewdly rubbed at the top. Hands massaged like they had long been lovers of his manhood.
They made appealing sounds as they wiggled and writhed at his stiff member. It was like they could sense what he liked and reacted excitedly to that knowledge. Firm fairy sized breasts pumped against his skin. Their whole bodies attempting to milk his pleasure just out of some wonderful Fae instinct.
They fluttered higher on his shaft as he quickly approached climax. Like moths drawn to a candle’s flame. Their little faces bobbing about directly over the hole at the top. As their hips grind pussies and legs tightly to his cock.
The first spurt caught the black haired beauty in the face. Making it rear back in shock. The next smeared along the side of the head of the Red head. They arched back but didn’t release their muscled legs from his shaft. They watched his seed spray up and spatter on his tip and about his groin like a badly made city fountain.
He gasped at his relief as he watched to see what they would do. His source was reliable, but did they also get tricked by a folk tale? The Black haired one smacked her mouth. Then licked her lips. Then purred something in their chirped language.
The Red haired one reached up and scooped his seed from the side of her face. She carefully sniffed it as the Black haired one chirped excitedly between sliding globs of the stuff into her mouth. The Red haired one kissed the collected white goo. Then her eyes went wide and the whole handful disappeared into her little mouth.
Owlton allowed the two to flutter about suckling his seed from his groin and each other. Greedily they worked together looking for even the smallest drop. Licking anywhere they thought held even a taste.
Satisfied they could find no more, they cuddled together along his laying spent cock and searched each other’s mouths for the taste of human seed. Grinding their appealing developed bodies together as they kissed like lovers.
They saw him watching and looked at him and gave appealing expressions. They stroked and cuddled along his spent manhood clearly hoping to encourage more man jam. Owlton smiled at their actions. His friend was right, Fairies made great pets and were easily trained.
In Fredrik this was a well shared rumor. Just as a fair sized city, fairies were nearly non-existent. He heard the others waking below. Their fluttering wings sounded more and more like coins clinking together. Yeah, he was given a fortune and this wonderful little town didn’t realize that. No, they just wanted them out of the town’s one Tavern.
I sadly will likely never get to attend any of these. But I hope everyone has a big (or possible small) time!
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Here’s another chapter, Hope you enjoy. Please let me know what you think.
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Chapiter 04: Hobbies and the Window
It was the conversation of their supper period. Ella wasn’t convinced even with Chloma’s confirmation, “All I am saying is if you had properly discipline your mind then you could have ignored your fear.”
Maria countered, “I thought I had. Everything I was told made me think as long as I did as I was trained I would be fine. But then, in his hands. Staring at a human man’s face. It’s different.”
Chloma said while stroking Ella’s leg, “He’s not like a teacher. They were not excited to fondle us. He definitely is. You can literally feel the heat of his desire through his thick skin.”
Ella sighed and looked loathed to counter the dark skinned beauty. Yet the shapely blonde still reminded them, “That’s why they made us practice while distracted. Stroking us with feathers while we practice word play. Spriest us while we pumped a shaft. I admit they are not the same as his desire but they were designed to help us anticipate human men’s wants.”
As Maria remembered those annoying distraction training Katie Marie pointed out with her constant friendly smile, “You’d think to prepare us for being handled by human men they would have had men teachers at our schools.”
They all stopped as they never considered why the schools didn’t have any men teachers. Even the cleaning staff were all giant women. Anne voiced their shared thought, “Why didn’t we get trained by actual human men? We were told the biggest buyers of Lilliputian girls were human men. Fondling training by one would be the most sensible thing to do.”
Maria took a look at the group as they were confused into silence. Anne sat right beside her. Her bright red hair was like a beacon in the darkness. Maria liked how her cheeks looked decorated by those freckles. She was slightly shorter than Maria. Maria guessed since she was five and eight points of an inch tall then likely Anne was about five and five points tall.
On Maria’s other side was Ella practically sitting in Chloma’s lap. Ella was very pretty with bright yellow hair in a short style. If the Master wanted her for fairy play Ella would look perfect. She was about Anne’s height, maybe a touch shorter. Chloma was stunning with her fit body. She was the tallest, at least six inches tall, likely taller. Her muscles were just hidden under her radiant dark brown skin. Maria found how the almost rippled under that silky looking covering was slightly exciting.
Then there was Katie Marie with Bora semi cowering behind her. Bora explained she was of the Asian Lilliputian stock. Seems slanty eyed Lilliputian was slightly insulting so Maria wouldn’t use that again. Besides that one justified outburst Bora was silent, hardly saying a word above a whisper. Hiding her face behind her long black hair whenever she could. She was gracefully slender with long pretty legs that made her about Maria’s height. Katie Marie was not shy. She chittered excitedly about everything. The brunette was slender and short, smaller than everyone else. Her barely five inch frame with her slim build made her seem younger.
The six of them seemed to connect immediately. Even the differences in options like how to react when the Master came for fun was respectful. Maybe it was years of threatened fates for fighting. Possibly it was them all losing again everyone they know to be caged with new people. Maria didn’t know. She was just so focused on staying Anne’s favorite new cage mate.
After supper they followed Katie Marie’s suggestion to take their chatting to what she called the window room. They sat looking out the window into the sun brightened world. Katie Marie asked an interesting question, “What are you favorite approved hobbies?”
Chloma excitedly stated the obvious, “I just love keeping my body enjoyable fit.”
Anne snickered, “Oh, you don’t say.”
Chloma now chuckled, “Yes, I know. But I actually prefer sports to machines. I hope Master will get us a gym attachment that allows us to play tennis, volleyball, and other court games.”
Ella smiled at Chloma, “That would be a nice distraction.”
“Well, what distracts you Ella?” Anne inquired.
She smiled and confessed, “We already did that today. I delight in board games. I hope we are rewarded with a pound more games. But you can’t ask the question and not answer Anne.”
Anne looked about like she was avoiding a teacher hearing. Seeing that the Master was rooms away she felt safe sharing, “I like to write. Though at school I was limited to Lilliputian loving their Master’s stories.”
Maria had to know, “What do you really want to write?”
Anne perked up and sang, “Adventures!”
Katie Marie was keen to learn more, “What kind of adventures?”
Anne gave that alluring naughty smile and whispered, “The kind that earned demerits.”
Chloma gasped and begged, “Like?”
Anne seemed to like being the center of attention. She glowed while saying, “About Lilliputian girls escaping their school to become wild Lilliputians. Meeting wild Lilliputian boys and battling dangers like cats and birds. Maybe they live under a boulder away from humans. Sometimes I imagine them hiding in the human’s walls and stealing the things they need from the giants.”
Maria was frightened, “You don’t want to escape do you? To live outside?”
Anne shook her head while saying, “No. That is a terrifying idea. Cats, dogs, birds, and spiders live in the outside. Bugs, mice, and rats live in human walls. I am content here, I just like to imagine other Lilliputians on adventures.”
Maria was relieved. She was certain an escape attempt would get them returned. Or worse, succeed and have them facing the dangers human’s shield them from. Sure she didn’t like massaging the Master’s massive human penis with her body. But she rather do that over and over then get pecked to death by birds or torn to pieces by a so-called house cat.
“Maria?” Anne clearly repeated making Maria realize she was lost in thought and it was her turn.
Maria looked at the group and happily told them, “I like to paint.”
Bora actually perked up and questioned, “I like to paint. What do you paint?”
Maria smiled to hear the shy Lilliputian speak. Hoping sharing would bring the Asian out of her shell Maria advised, “People mostly. At school I painted pictures of my fellow students and a few of the teachers. How about you?”
Bora opened to speak then bowed her head. Katie Marie nudged her playfully with her shoulder and the girl with the interesting eyes confessed, “Flowers, I like to paint flowers.”
Maria was curious, “Like out of a book? Or did the teachers bring them in?”
Bora spoke low as she explained, “Remembered flowers. Pink with a sliver a white running through them. I don’t know what they were called but I remember they filled the trees and scattered along the path that my family and I walked the last day I had with them.”
This hit them all with their last memories of family. How those memories were coming more and more gray. Maria had several times attempted to paint an image of her parents or her sisters and couldn’t remember any of their features. Just their love.
Ella broke their depressed trance with a sudden, “Wait a minute. Katie Marie, you didn’t tell us your favorite hobby.”
Anne backed the blond up, “Yeah, that isn’t right.”
Katie Marie waved her hand like she could fan those concerns away, “I don’t have access to it here so it doesn’t matter.”
Ella pointed to the ground firmly demanding, “No you got us to share, you share.”
Katie Marie blushed then she started to giggle before managing to confess, “I used to practice for my hobby.”
Anne asked what they all were wondering, “Practice, as in?”
Katie Marie now shied her face away. But her words could still be heard, “I wasn’t a liked girl at school. Too chatty I was told. So I would go to the phallic room after lessons. It hardly ever had anyone in there when classes were not in session. And as long as I sanitized them afterward the teachers were OK with me practicing on them for hours. I could make the resistant one spray in minutes.”
Chloma now wondered, “Does that mean you’re looking forward to it?”
Katie Marie shook her head, “Oh no. He’s alive and it comes out white. Besides, he has all that hair about it. I worry mice live in those curly mounds.”
Maria had to agree, “He does have hair where I wasn’t expecting hair.”
Ella questioned, “Were you not warned of possible hair there?”
Anne countered, “We were, but do you want to work his testicles while they are bushy?”
Ella now agreed with the group, “No, that seems incorrect.”
Bora interrupted their talk about the Master’s loins to point and whisper, “Look!”
They all turned to stare out the window. The sun was hidden somewhere yet it was still bright out. That wasn’t what had them all shocked. The sky was a blazing orange. It was beautiful and scary. Maria suddenly realized what this was, “Sunset.”
Chloma gasped, “The teachers were right, it is beautiful.”
Years of not seeing the real sun had the six of them mesmerized by the display of the sun leaving the sky for the night. Oranges, yellow, and reds Maria didn’t know could exist now filled the sky. The world outside became dimmer and dimmer while they drank in that color display. Then it was dark and with mind to really look they saw stars for the first time in over a decade. Sparkling shining dots speckling the night’s sky. Like long distant forgotten hopes and dreams they called to them. Maria felt slightly silly thinking how the pretty little lights across the sky’s face reminded her of how those freckles danced on Anne’s gorgeous face.
The giant’s voice broke their happy trance, “Yep, I’m ready for bed.” Maria turned in time to see his pants fall to his ankles exposing today’s blue plaid boxers and the pointed end within telling he was going to be looking for pre-bed entertainment. He walked towards them, speaking to himself, “You know, I think I’ll read for a while first.” Each step made that big thing bob about behind that thin material.
He opened the closest access and his hand came in like some kind of hungry beast. Maria couldn’t move, fear had her immobile. A scream froze in her throat as that hand devoured Anne for the giant’s pleasure. Anne started making whimpering sounds as that hand pulled her from the cage.
Without saying a word the human man took off Anne’s shiny shoes and dropped them back into the cage. Then sprinkled her socks in afterward. His lower fingers opened and he pulled Anne’s frilly skirt and the little frilly shorts under it all at once. It was almost amusing how the skirt puffed back out when he dropped it and floated to the floor. His lower fingers recoiled around her then the upper ones loosened. He peeled her top with one hooked finger. He then held Anne over his bed and dropped her. Her crimson hair fluttered wildly as she fell. She bounced, waving her limbs wildly, then landed. She scouted over to the giant book and huddled down like it would hide her from those giant human eyes.
The Master shut the access door then pushed the waistband of his boxers off his hips and it dropped like a stone. His human penis looked to be staring at them trembling in the cage. He climbed onto his bed and settled in a semi-sitting position, his manhood leaning oddly on his big round stomach. Then his hand went hunting for Anne. She frantically crawled away from the fingers, Maria worried that would get Anne in trouble. But instead the giant man began laughing in amusement. His fingers caught her legs as his happily requested, “Come here my Lilliputian.”
He dangled Anne by her legs and looked her over. Then he draped her on his other hand. As she settled on all fours in a cowering position he asked with a tone of knowing he had all the power, “What’s your name Lilliputian?”
Maria’s heart broke a little as Anne could hardly say her own name, “A, a, a, Anne.”
His finger hooked her chin as he praised his captive, “Man, your hair is really red. I like that. Oh, and look at those cute little freckles,”
Anne rattled out several t sounds before her mouth finally settled enough for, “Thank You Master,” to tremble out.
The human giant then explained, “Well Anne, I’m going to read for a while. While I do that you’ll use that sweet little Lilliputian body to rub my cock. Understood?”
Anne didn’t stumble this time. Fearfully blurting out, “Yes Master, as you want Master.”
He only chuckled then lowered her to his erection. He tilted his hand and Anne slipped herself on that giant’s penis. As she likely practiced many times, her legs wrapped at its girth. Her hips rolled and stroked her legs along his manhood. Her torso also started pressing and rolling her breasts into him. Her gorgeous face nuzzled that thick length and without word her mouth opened and licked at the skin with fear encouraged greed.
The Master sighed. As he grabbed his book he praised, “Hmm, good job Anne.” He then opened the book and started reading. Maria could see on his face how much he was enjoying Anne slavishly attending his erection. Sometimes between turning a page he would lean his head in his hand. Other times it would visit Anne. Stroking along her back. Sometimes it stopped to admire one of her lovely legs. Other times it stopped and massaged her wonderfully round bottom. Still other times it stroked her thick silky red hair. If any of this attention bothered Anne it didn’t show. She was too fearfully focused on making the human man’s penis feel good.
Ella was the first to speak, “She shouldn’t have run. She should have stayed where she landed and awaited his hand as we are taught.”
Katie Marie countered, “She was scared.”
Ella countered as the group started to turn back to the window, “That’s no excuse for disobedient behavior. Now after she’s done being enjoyed he’ll likely punish her for being a misbehaved Lilliputian. Hopefully her performance will buy her some forgiveness.”
While the others returned to looking out the window Maria couldn’t look away from her new special friend frantically attempting to pleasure their Master’s massive erection. The others attempted to talk about the world outside the window, Maria could see them shyly peeking at Anne with sympathy. All knowing at some point they would have to rub their bodies all over the Master’s giant penis while Anne joined the others trying to not pay attention. None wanted to voice their own fears of that human man.
Anne worked the Master’s penis for a couple hours. Pumping her legs along the shaft. Massaging the shaft with her breasts. Nuzzling and licking his sensitive skin. Occasionally his manhood would twitch, and if what they were taught was true that was a good sign. The long effort was making Anne sweat, giving her skin a shiny effect. More and more his free hand would come down and admire Anne’s now shining body. His favorite part was Anne’s bottom. Maria couldn’t blame him, that freckled rump did look very attractive humping like that.
The other girls started shyly slipping off to bed. Years of the same bedtime every night made them all tired at the same time. Maria also left for her room, though she couldn’t stop watching Anne’s efforts. Maria looked through her clothes for pajamas. She had three choices, a tight little shirt with light blue little sleeves that would show off her stomach that matched with tight little blue shorts. She didn’t feel like a tee shirt tonight. A torso leotard, but she didn’t see the fishnets, bunny ears, and fuzzy tail helping her rest. And a bright pink nighty with little pink thong panties. She picked that because she thought it was funny how the top would make her bosom all fuzzy. She curled into that comfortable bed still watching Anne perform.
The Master closed his book. He advised, “That’s enough reading for now.” As he placed the book on the nightstand his other hand wrapped about Anne’s glowing form. Maria’s special friend looked almost relieved for the break from her physical efforts. The Master started happily grunting as he started stroking his penis with Anne’s Lilliputian body. His grunts turned quickly to a repeated growled, “Oh yeah!” His head leaned back and his expression was pleased. Maria couldn’t ignore how his belly jiggled slightly as he pumped Anne along his manhood. Then he made an expression like he was shouting very loudly but he made no sounds. Maria could see Anne was rounded over his tip. Her little feet kicked wildly as the giant body repeatedly shuttered.
The human man peeled Anne from his tip and demanded, “You like having me cum on you don’t you Anne?”
Anne could only reply what was requested, “Yes Master, thank you for all the cum on my Lilliputian body.”
He hummed happily then commanded, “Good girl, I want to see you lick some up.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master,” Anne said before leaning towards his semen wet tip and licking up a mouthful. Anne couldn’t hide her reaction to the taste though. Grimacing in disgust before forcing the mouthful down her own throat.
The Master only chuckled. Then he wrapped Anne’s legs about his shaft and used her stomach and crotch to wipe his tip off. He placed her in the bottom of the cage before pulling his boxers up and leaving the room.
Maria started to get up to help her friend when she saw Anne wave her off. The redhead made a kiss blowing motion then walked herself into the closest shower. Maria heard the water start. As she debated going down when the Master returned. He climbed into bed and shut off the nearby lamp. The world was totally dark for a few seconds with Anne’s shower the only noise. Then the guide lights softly flickered on.
After a short while Anne’s shower sounds stopped and the giant’s rhythmic sleeping breathing took over. Maria heard Anne lotioning up after her shower. Then she heard the others. Chloma’s long strides likely going to Ella’s room for a private night cuddle. The quick taps of Katie Marie’s little feet as she rushed to visit Bora once more that day. Naughty behavior that would have found them receiving demerits at her school if caught.
A body slipped into her bed and arms pulled her tight. Startled Maria turned to see who was breaking curfew in her bed. That naughty grin looked even better in the mostly dark. She warned, “Anne, it’s after lights out.”
Anne nuzzled her face into Maria’s fuzzy breasts and sighed, “No lights out here, this isn’t school.”
Maria had to point out, “Master didn’t give us permission to share our beds.”
Anne simply rested her head on Maria’s fuzzy bosom and sighed. Then said, “Then lets hope I wake up before he does.” Maria wanted to argue but Anne’s soft skin and warming curves made points hard to come by. She sighed and closed her eyes. She wanted to enjoy her new special friend’s presence. So she allowed herself to relax and just doze off.
I’m now waiting on them to be walking down the street and pass someone else with a shirt pocket with a strange budge. A strange little person shaped budge.
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Thanks for the comment. I’m glad your enjoying the story so far.
I wanted to do something a little different to my usual shrink and kidnap stories. And if I had thought about it some more I might have actually done a doll house for their confinement. Then I could have had them trying to mentally adjust to not being constantly surrounded by bars and walls as they had gotten used to during their brainwashing, oops, I mean schooling. Who knows, maybe the Master will get them a new little home once he’s gotten a few pay checks under his belt from his new position. I only have the next few chapiters planned out.
As for world building, I actually went into this one with the idea that if others wanted to write stories in this world they could. I have a larger world history/set-up in mind* that I would ask them to stay within. But otherwise it would be fairly open. (*I don’t have it written out but I will if anyone would like to play in this Lilliputian world.)
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Thanks for the comment, I’m glad your enjoying it.
I’ll be giving it a few days. Don’t want to just chapiter dump what I have all at once. I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as you’ve enjoyed these first few.
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Sorry, hadn’t realized how long since I last posted a chapiter. I have several written and was just wanting to space them out. But I hadn’t intended a twenty one day space between two and three.
Well, its here now. Hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think.
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Chapiter 03: First Day Caged
Maria was startled awake when some great beast snorted and shook the world. She movement slipped her off her warm bed to fall into some strange bushes. Maria opened her eyes to look about only for her disorientation to continue. A menagerie of curls of some kind of cords in a variety of shades. A vast bizarre landscape with a large round hill behind her while a massive pink-peach hose was curled around her.
Then she remembered where she was. Panic hit knowing she was not on her Master’s penis like he had left her before falling asleep. She stood to attempt to scale back on. His manhood was deflated of its arousal and only about waist high. But the ground was squishy so she had trouble pushing up to hook a leg over it. Grabbing tight she maneuvered herself to roll on only to find his skin was smoother than expected making her more wiggle about only to slip off again.
As she stood to try again Maria noted how his body’s new position put everything as an angle. She laid against it and pushing with her leg attempted to roll on top of it again. To her disturbance he started making pleased sounds in his sleep. She had failed so badly last night when he was trying to enjoy her. She didn’t want to upset him more by not being on his penis when he awoke.
He shifted again. Maria cringed as his voice sleepily asked, “What the?” A giant hand grabbed her and she awaited punishment. He squinted at her then mumbled, “Not now Maria. I’ll cum on you in the morning.” Maria had judged last night the distance between the bed and the nightstand connected to the table her cage was on was too far for her to traverse. This giant surpassed that gap, the whole nightstand, and was able to open and place her into the cage with a lean. In her room even.
“Night my Lilliputian plaything,” was her only warning before the lights went off.
Soon however soft white lights flickered on in the hall. Not bright but enough light to travel by. She found her bathroom set in her tote and wandered the eerie quiet cage halls to the washroom area. While she cleaned her teeth and used the facilities she longed to have a shower. To wash the human man scent off her skin. But it was incredibly late and she wanted to get some sleep before the waking bell went off. It would likely be the first time in years it would wake her.
Back to her room she placed her bathroom things on her empty dresser. Sighing at the pile of clothes she would have to sort and put away tomorrow. She took the tote off the bed and simply left it on the floor. Ruffles would just have to put up with her sleeping naked, searching for sleepwear was just too much after her graduation day. She lifted the blankets and slipped under.
“Oh,” escaped her. Finally something better than what she had in school. The sheets were not flat and stiff. They were smooth and light in a delightful new way. Her head lowered and instead of the stiff foam pillow this one hugged and welcomed her head. The mattress wasn’t a resistant block, but a body accepting touch giving her relief. She nuzzled Ruffles’ head and sighed. Why couldn’t all things in the human’s world be this tender to Lilliputians.
Maria woke several hours later. Groggily she knew it was well past the waking bell. How did she sleep through that bonging sound? Then she realized she wasn’t alone. She turned to find Anne lying along the edge of her bed staring at her. Her beautiful face glowed into a lovely freckle speckled smile as that slightly confusing accent noted, “Morning sleepyhead.”
Maria had to know, “How late past the waking bell is it.”
The crimson haired beauty chuckled like she was being naughty then advised, “There was no waking alarm. No morning bell. No class bell. We’re free from school.”
Maria questioned, “But how will we know when we should get up or go to bed? How will we know its meal times?”
Anne shrugged with an adorable naughty smile. Then advised, “There is a kitchen with a variety of pellets. So many different flavors. Some so good.”
“Flavors?” Maria asked. Not just the same bland nutrition sticks she had eaten for over a decade.
Anne then asked, “Do you usually smell like that?”
Maria felt self conscious. Smelling her arm she knew the new scent. “That’s from him. That smell is what human man genitals actually smell like.”
As Anne noted, “Striking.” Maria had a realization. The Master was likely going to be mad at her when he awoke. She failed to present properly. She failed to purr out what he wanted to hear. She failed to submit fully to being stripped. And the likely worse offense, she failed to stimulate his penis enough to reach orgasm. Anne’s strange accent made her worried tone seem comforting, “What is it?”
Maria explained, “You should leave. I failed the Master last night. He’ll look to punish me when he awakes. If he sees you with me he may punish you as well.”
Anne advised, “He’s already up and about. And from the tune he was happily humming he wasn’t upset.”
Maria bolted upright gasping, “Already up?” Sure enough the giant’s bed was sitting freshly made. Her head snapped about expecting a giant fondling hand to snatch her at any moment.
Anne seemed not to notice Maria’s panic and simply asked, “I was about to have a workout and was wondering if you’d like to join me?”
Maria pointed out, “I should shower.”
Maria leaned back as the redhead slipped up extremely close. Those plump pillowy lips were hypnotic as she advised, “It’s not that bad. Besides why bother showering just to work out and need to shower again.”
Maria looked away from those lips despite the sudden desperate urge to touch them. But then sparkling green eyes filled her vision. Her heart thudded in her chest strangely. Like last night her throat crackled her words, but for extremely different reasons, “I don’t know if I have workout outfits.”
Anne reached behind herself without looking away. In a triumphant tone she stated, “You do.” While holding up a clothes bag with a breasts restraining top and little shorts. Fitness shoes and several pairs of athletic socks filled a side pocket. The whole set was black with red along the sides. It wasn’t till now that Maria noticed Anne was wearing a similar outfit only green with yellow sides. The way the top strained across those freckled breasts. The display of Anne’s bottom in those shorts. Maria felt something awaking inside her and was excited and frightened by it.
Maria couldn’t understand why she was breathing so heavily. She had been in this state with many girls for pleasure display lesions. Why was Anne’s closeness so powerful? Why did she want to know Anne’s talents in pleasure display? Maria’s voice was little and shy as she said, “Sure I’ll workout with you.”
Anne gave an alluring smile then stated a touch loudly, “Brilliant. Here, get dressed.”
Anne got off the bed and Maria could feel her strength return. Yet longed for the vulnerability to return. As she pulled on that constricting top she noted, “I should only have a short workout. I still have to put my outfits away.”
“It’s done,” Anne chimed in.
“Done?” Maria said looking about. Sure enough the baggies of clothes were empty and neatly folded in a chair. “How?” She requested.
Anne got that exciting naughty smile again as she confessed, “I got bored waiting for you to wake up so I put them away for you.”
Maria was in shock. That was the nicest thing anyone had done for her. She told Anne, “I have to thank you so much.”
Anne leaned in close, making Maria lean back. The redhead then said, “Well, I’m waiting for my thanks?”
Maria was confused, “I don’t understand.”
Anne now looked confused, “You said you had to thank me so much. That means you’ll give me a deep kiss at my school, didn’t you do that at your school?”
Maria answered, “No, we could only practice pleasure display in the main areas the teachers could easily see so we would get used to performing before humans.”
Anne’s voice as hummed out as she advised, “We’re not at your school and I would really like a thank you kiss.”
Maria was nervous, worried about Anne not liking her kiss talents. Then there was the larger fear to deal with, “We shouldn’t without Master’s Permission. He may only want us to kiss and things when he can see.”
Anne had a point, “In this cage he can see everything any time he’s in the room. Besides, shouldn’t you stay in practice for when he requests it?”
Maria whispered, “I, I guess.” Soft pillowy lips pressed hers. Anne’s tongue slipped into Maria’s mouth and her tongue excitedly greeted it. Maria often enjoyed pleasure performance training. The contours of the other student. Their soft mouths. But Anne was different. Many girls back at school were beautiful. But Anne was something else. Her hair was an exciting color. Her smooth skin was so polished white with playful freckles. And those lips, full soft, and exotic sweet.
Anne grabbed Maria’s head and held it tight. Maria’s hand reached up behind Anne’s head and dared enter those thick red locks. Maria allowed herself to fall back and excitingly Anne tumbled on top of her. Maria pulled at Anne’s hip to press that foreign beauty tighter to her plan form. Anne accepted the invitation and rolled her shapely form.
Anne gently lifted her head up. Her hand stroked Maria’s cheek as she said the strangest thing, “Oh you’re so incredibly gorgeous.”
Maria’s shock at such a statement from such a lovely girl and she mumbled, “But you’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen?”
Anne looked in disbelief. Pink shaded her sweet white freckled cheeks. Then she smiled and softly suggested, “You should finish getting dressed so we can workout.”
Maria didn’t want her to leave but Anne rolled off her so all she could do was say, “OK.” Maria slipped out of bed and grabbed her shorts. She had dressed in front of dozens of girls and human teachers but doing so in front of Anne made her feel shabby. She worried the strangely accented beauty would reassess her appearance and find her wanting.
Finished, Maria reached to make her bed as was the rules. Anne grabbed her hand and pointed out, “He didn’t say we have to do that.”
It felt so disobedient leaving her bed unmade but that alluring naughty smile just encouraged her to also be naughty, “OK.”
Anne pulled Maria from her room while playfully giggling. Leading her towards the exercise equipment. But all Maria could think about was the fact Anne still held her hand in hers. That maybe meant something, that they were connected. Possibly more than new friends. Maria wanted Anne to be an extra special friend. Maybe she would practice pleasure displaying with her more.
Their Master’s friends bought them all the standard training equipment for staying properly fit and tone for his visual enjoyment. While also a few pieces to practice their penis pleasuring skills on. Those were the ones Maria focused on. She had failed to get her Master off last night and expected punishment to come at any time. Next time she wouldn’t fail. Next time he won’t get so bored with her performance that he’ll doze off.
This inadvertently gave Maria a surprise bonus. The machines that help keep legs and rumps toned were right across from the Shaft Pump and the Penis Climber. Anne stated she was going to focus on her bottom as that was what she called a trouble area for her. But it didn’t look to be a problem to Maria as she watched that rump bend, bob, and wiggle on different devices.
Maria took a long drink from the nearby water nozzle. Her body was soaked in her sweat. She hadn’t trained like that since the last endurance challenge. Anne asked, “You want to workout some more?”
Maria didn’t get to answer. A cage door popped open. Their Master spoke, “Come here Maria, I want to finish what we started last night.” Maria turned just as that giant’s hand grabbed her. As she was lifted up she saw Anne cowering. Clearly that wasn’t just her reaction.
Her Master wasn’t wasting time. A massive finger reached under her tight top and took it off her with ease. His hand adjusted to have her laying again in that gigantic palm. He grabbed a leg and flicked off her fitness shoe. Then switched to the other shoe. Then he hooked into the top of her shorts and in a powerful motion pulled them off her. He did pause at that moment to praise, “Man that’s one hot little Lilliputian body.”
Maria didn’t get to thank him for his compliment as she was suddenly dropping down. She arrived where he wanted her just in time to see that massive penis pop out of his thin shorts. His hand moved to wrap her under that musky shaft. Maria’s instinct was to curl into a protective ball. But training prevailed and she stretched her limb out. That powerful hand buried her into that colossal erection. It was so heavy on her, making it hard to breathe. Him stroking her along it didn’t help that. He growled, “That Lilliputian body feels so good down there. I’m going use you a lot to get off Maria.”
She didn’t want to but she was taught to thank her Master for even the crudest praises, “Thank you Master. Please use me often.”
His breath was heavy as he requested, “I’m going to cum on you. I’m going to cum all over you. Tell me you want that!”
Master commanded so she had to comply, “Yes Master, please cum on me. Cum all over my body.”
He was so excited, snarling, “More, tell me more!”
Maria hoped if she said the right thing with the right words he’d forgive her for last night, “Oh Master I love having my body rubbed against your big human cock. Please let me pleasure your thick massive cock all the time. I am so thirsty for your cum all over my body.”
“OH YES!” being bellowed. She was wrapped over the tip, this told Maria this session pleasing her Master was about done. As she was taught she opened her mouth wide and closed her eyes tight, It was often repeated that human men like to eject semen into their Lilliputian mouths. Maria was ready for something similar to the release from the fake human penises at school. A cold clear nutrition gel that tasted of bland medicine. What flooded her face wasn’t anything like that. This was gooey, not slick like the gel. It was warm, quite warm to her. It wasn’t bland, no it had a strong flavor of bitterness and salt. Worse it made her eyes sting and her nose burn.
Maria felt herself bent back away from that formerly gushing tip. Her Master commanded, “Man you look good soaked in my cum. Tell me you love being soaked in my cum.”
It took a moment. Maria first had to clear her mouth and throat. Her only option was to swallow it. If she spit without permission her Master would likely get upset. But she managed despite her stomach’s want to refuse that goo’s entry, “Thank you Master. Nothing feels better then having your cum sprayed all over me.”
Maria felt like she did her duty when he said, “Hmm you are one well trained little Lilliputian.” She felt him press her stomach and crotch tight to his shaft right before he used them to wipe his tip clean. He placed her down with the advice, “Clean yourself up my Lilliputian Latina. I’m getting a real taste for you.”
She fearfully replied, “Yes Master, I will.”
Maria couldn’t see but she knew he was walking away. With his goo in her ears she could barely hear the cage access being closed. He came in just to use her for pleasure and deposited her back in the cage to deal with his aftermath. She hated the fact she knew that was what was expected of her. That was the life of a Lilliputian girl.
Hands grabbed her arm and Anne’s voice offered, “Here, let me help you to the showers.”
“Thank you,” Maria said. She hated speaking right now, it spread the taste of his semen over her tongue again. Well everything did at that moment including breathing.
They stopped and Maria was guided to lean on a wall. Then a second later she heard Anne exclaim, “Oh that’s awful. Nothing like the training spray.” Maria heard water start up while Anne made a sputtering sound of disgust. Then Anne asked, “Give me your foot so I can take off your socks.”
“OK,” Maria whimpered, lifting a foot. Soft hands sipped her sock off then she switched feet.
Anne guided Maria towards the water spraying sound and advised, “Here, Try this.”
Maria stepped in expecting the room temperature water she had showered in for a decade. Then she exclaimed in pleasant surprise, “The water, its warm.”
Anne’s voice commented, “Yes, we discovered last night we could adjust their temperature. So much nicer than school ones with their just above freezing water.”
Maria sighed, being a human’s pet wasn’t all bad. An amazing bed and wonderful showers at least. She heard the spray curtain get pulled across and she eagerly started raising her Master’s spray from her hair. Then jumped as soft hands cupped her breasts and pulled a curvy form against her back. She spun and asked, “Anne, what are you doing?”
That intriguing naughty smile was so close as she explained, “Well I need to shower after my workout and I thought you could use some help to wash that semen off.”
“But we are to shower alone?” Maria responded as had been the rule before.
Anne purred while rinse Maria’s breasts, “At my school we were encouraged to shower together to conserve water. Don’t you want to save on water?”
Maria’s answer was to kiss this alluring pillowy lips. Arms wrapped bodies and pulled each other tight. One of Anne’s hands found Maria’s bottom and found it liked stroking along her bottom cheek. Maria massaged Anne’s back for she enjoyed the sensation of Anne’s freckled bosom squishing into her breasts. Years of pleasure display training never felt this exciting. It was not the first time she had been in a shower like this with a girl, water training was important after all. But with Anne it felt all new. Maria was nervous as during her first Pleasure Display class. And Anne seemed so knowledgeable. She touched Maria in ways that made enjoying the interaction not an act. Not a lie to entertain a human Master.
Anne’s amazing lips left Maria’s mouth and found Maria’s neck. Suckling kisses made Maria’s heart pound. Then like thunder those pillows grasped her nipple. None of the times she had practiced this had another girl’s mouth made her nipple happy like Anne’s mouth did. Those full lips kiss walked over to Maria’s other breast and treated that nipple just as amazingly. Maria could only arch her body in pleasure while combing those exciting soaked red locks with her fingers.
“AHH!” Slipped from Maria as Anne’s fingers found something to do. They slipped just in along Maria girlhood to awaken her loins. Anne’s fingers were knowledgeable and nimble. As that kind thumb pressed Maria’s button other fingers explored just inside Maria. It awoke Maria’s hips and they rolled with lusting joy. Maria had made herself reach climax with her fingers before, but this experience made them all seem shallow.
Passion and desire raged in Maria once she came down. She lunged for Anne’s mouth only to be stopped by Anne’s finger. The Redhead looked so happy as she advised, “We should finish our shower now,”
Maria whimpered her desire, “But I want to make you climax.”
Anne’s cheeks glowed as she advised, “You will. Just not now. I say we finish showering then I’ll show you around the cage.”
Maria nodded while replying, “OK, we’ll do that.” She wanted Anne to like her, she needed it really. Anne was the most amazing beautiful girl she had ever met and Maria would do anything to make her happy.
It wasn’t so bad. Anne soaped Maria’s body and in return Maria got to wash Anne’s gorgeous form. Then Anne’s nimble fingers cleaned Maria’s hair and Maria got to comb shampoo through passion red hair, Rinsing each other tempted Maria to place another kiss on Anne’s full lips only to be playfully teased by that accented beauty turning away while giggling. Then came the conditioning of each other’s hair and the best way to wait for it to set, making out with Anne’s delicious mouth.
After the conditioner was rinsed free, Anne shut off the water and handed Maria a towel. Maria couldn’t stop peeking at Anne’s naked form and was thrilled to catch Anne peeking at hers. Anne folded her hair into her towel and asked, “Are you dry enough?”
Maria followed the redhead’s example and advised, “Yes.”
Anne pushed Maria into a lotion chamber and closed the spray curtain. Anne tapped the button and wonderfully smelling white cream spattered into Maria’s chest. Anne turned them and tapped the button for her own freckled bosom to get white splattered on them. Maria’s heart pounded as Anne’s soft hands started spreading the lotion all over Maria’s body. Maria guessed she was allowed to work the lotion into Anne’s body and spread it excitedly. Anne’s body was amazing, those plump Lilliputian firm breasts. Well toned legs. Soft skinned stomach. And she might have been subconscious about her bottom but Maria liked how it rounded out from Anne’s lower back. Besides, Anne didn’t have anything to worry about, that rump was tight.
Maria could have rubbed lotion into Anne all day. But her new close friend commanded, “Alright, that’s enough. We should get dressed.”
Maria submitted, “As you want.” She didn’t want to offend the full lipped beauty.
They went to their rooms carrying their fitness material. This seemed normal for Maria. Many times she walked the halls of school with just her hair bundled. It was a demerit to use extra towels. She slipped up to her wardrobe to select her day’s outfit. She finds an outfit that resembled her school’s uniform that included a darling little black vest. She tossed it on her bed to open its package when he walked into the bedroom. Maria literally cowered down as if to avoid being sighted. He walked by in just a towel wrapped about his waist. His large round stomach stuck out over the limited covering. He seemed to have hair on every patch of skin. Frightening, the pointed bulge poking under the towel told of his arousal.
Still he wandered to that towering dresser and started pulling out clothes. Since he was dressing she figured she had permission to dress. Quickly she had the bag open. Shirt that barely reached her hips had a strip to seal it closed decorated like the garment had buttons. No bra of course, couldn’t have anything that slowed the human’s access to your body. Well, unless they wanted it. Maria adjusted the elastic ribbing so it hooked under her hard beasts. It lifted them to make them more appealing to human’s eyes. The outfit did have panties, bright white as smooth to the touch, Something a human could enjoy stroking their finger tip against.
Maria was pulling up the elastic waisted black with white lined pleated skirt when she saw her new Master approaching the cage with his pants undone. It was only then did she realize those thin shorts from last night were actually the human male underwear called boxers. And his were pointing hungerly towards her. The cage opened and Maria cowered expecting to be grabbed and fondled by those uncomfortable fingers. A whimper in a different part of the cage told she wasn’t his entertainment at this time. His words crawled over her skin as he slurped, “Come her my Lilliputian African dream.”
Chloma was likely the most fit of the six of them. Just under acceptable fitness, much more and her body would have been detracted for looking too muscled. But even that powerful Lilliputian body was powerless in a human man’s hands. As he stripped her of tight shorts and loose sporty top he chuckled. Maria in turn pulled on her knee high socks and slipped on the shiny black shoes designed to look like buckle shoes. It wasn’t like she could do anything to keep clothes on Chloma. Any word from her could have her being stripped by those colossal hands as well. She knew Chloma would not hold it against her just as she didn’t hold against them exploring their new cage home while he enjoyed her last night.
He didn’t ask Chloma her name. Didn’t even tauntingly speak to her. And as he stripped her so powerfully she couldn’t muster the courage to introduce herself. He opened the top of his boxers and said to himself and not the trembling beautiful young Lilliputian woman, “This will feel so good.”
Just before Chloma disappeared into that sexual cavern a strange bell went off. The Master looked confused for a second then sighed, “Oh right. I forgot.”
Unceremoniously he placed Chloma back into the cage and closed her in while threatening, “Guess you’ll have to wait to ride in my underwear.” Then he did up his pants as he walked from the room.
Maria arrived where the other girls were handing Chloma her clothes to redress. She heard Ella note as she smiled at the fit dark skinned woman, “At least you didn’t whimper on like someone else did.”
Maria felt offended, “She was scared as I was.”
Ella shook her head then accent made her reply seem extra harsh, “Did your teachers never handle you? If you were better trained then you could just follow your lessons for when you’re held.”
Maria countered, “Teachers were different. Being handled and stripped by them was normal. When he did it it was terrifying. His eyes were so hungry, his touch so wanting. It’s like he’s a different animal.”
“Purf,” barked Ella. Then she bragged, “When it’s my turn Maria you’ll see how a Lilliputian is supposed to react to their Master. I will speak as we know he will enjoy.”
A gold brown hand grabbed the blonde’s shoulder. Chloma was nearly an inch taller than Ella. The look they shared showed Maria wasn’t the only one that found a special friend in this cage already. Chloma explained, “No Ella. It is different. She’s right. The teachers, they just did it because it was their job. He wanted to do it. Seems to more than enjoy it. His touch was impossibly powerful. I was so scared that if I spoke I would have screamed.”
Ella’s expression was softened. She stroked the darker woman’s arm saying, “You did your best. I hope my example during my first session will help you in the future.”
Chloma smiled warmly, noting, “I’m sure it will.”
Bora shyly asked, “What now?”
Katie Marie chirped in, “Lets select and play a board game.”
Anne’s hand slipped into Maria’s as she announced, “I’m going to finish showing Maria around.”
The other four share happy smiles. Katie Marie advised, “OK, you can join us later if you like.” She grabbed Bora hand and Marie got the idea they all found a special friend in their small group. Bora blushing cheeks seemed to confirm that. The four wandered off.
Though the cage was one of the larger models it was nowhere as large as the school had been. This model was set up to house up to twelve Lilliputians. The rooms for such were on the upper level.
The second level had the entertainment rooms. There was a TV room where their Master could approve shows and movies they could watch. Sadly only videos currently available were the training ones focused on how a Lilliputian girl could please their human male Master. The other girls were in the library. There was a collection of approved books and games for them to spend their time with. The third room was Maria’s favorite. It was a sitting area that was along a window that showed a small area of the human world. Seems their Master didn’t rent an apartment but had a house. This gave them a field of grass with a couple trees to observe. Birds fluttered about curiously. Things vaguely remembered from Maria’s childhood. She longed to run barefoot across the grass like she remembered doing before the Reduction happened. But that world was now a vast dimension of danger and terror. The last room was where their food was. Maria took the time to try a couple different pellets. Yet another of the few benefits of being owned. Delicious, so much better than the near flavorless ones from school.
The bottom held the gym, showers, facilities, and a chamber for other waste. There was a mezzanine, but that was for connecting this cage to another or other cage attachments and it seemed for now it was just an empty platform. All through the cage were pull open doors for their Master to get a hold of them through. No matter how hard they tried they wouldn’t be able to muscle them open to escape. And really, why would they try. It would be trading required sexual performance for likely vicious death.
Maria and Anne were joining the others when they all froze at the sound of the Master’s voice, “No, I’m a department manager now and she’s a staffer.”
The cake lady voice replied, “She’s not in your department. Besides, she’s nice.”
Their Master walked up to a far dresser saying, “And nearly half my age and drop dead gorgeous, she’s just going to say no and be uncomfortable around me.”
Cake lady argued, “You don’t know that. Besides, her generation was hit the hardest by the Reduction. Not a lot of guys her age around.”
The Master interrupted, “So you think because her options are so limited she’ll be this desperate.”
They left the room while Cake Lady countered, “Don’t say that. You’re a good guy with a good job.”
Maria looked at the other Lilliputian girls and they just looked about in confusion as well. Since none had answers about what was going on they just went back to board games, Maria and Anne happily joined them.
That was their day, them finding something to entertain themselves with while occasionally the Master and Cake Lady would enter talking about some human topic. From those passing conversations they learned Cake Lady was the Master’s sister and they had a shared friend the Master had a secret romantic interest in. One he slightly dreaded to inform of his feelings despite his sister’s urges. Also, they were cleaning up from the party the night before. That was a less interesting topic, but outside entertainment was a limited experience for Maria and the others.
They were enjoying lunch together when the Master entered the room. With not even a word he opened the cage and grabbed Chloma again. She could be heard whimpering as he peeled her top off. It came fluttering back into the cage as he pulled her tall boots off. He was more careful adding the footwear back in. But her short skirt and the small shorts that fitted under them were flung in mindlessly.
The giant undid his pants and Maria was able to see his blue plaid boxers had his semi stiff penis leaning against them. He slipped Chloma in and fidgeted around. His hand came out empty. He pumped his hips three times. Each thrust his erection seemed to become larger and harder while the shape of Chloma’s fit Lilliputian body was pressed tighter and tighter into the material. As he did up his pants the Master sigh, “Oh, I’ve been thinking about doing that all morning.” Then he simply closed the cage and walked away. All of them knew at any moment they could be under that heavy bulge in the front of his pants. They sat quiet for a few minutes then they all sighed, that was what those last years of schooling were for after all.
It was a couple hours later when he returned. He didn’t speak to them. Simply undid his pants and carefully exposed himself while holding Chloma to his erection. She was shining with sweat and looked exhausted. His hand slid her slowly up to his tip then slowly dragged her down his massive penis while he praised, “Oh yeah!” His hand then started pumping the dark skinned Lilliputian girl while the Master growled with pleasure. They could faintly hear Chloma helpless grunting while he used her. Then as he roared, “Ahhhh!” he wrapped Chloma loosely about his tip. Clearly he wanted to watch as his semen left his penis and sprayed into her face and on her breasts. The growing smile on his middle aged face told them he was enjoying the sight of her spattering burst.
He popped the cage and placed the semen drenched Chloma in by the showers. He did up his pants asking himself, “Now how should I cook that chicken.” He seemed to be considering the question as he left the room.
Ella bloated as soon as the human giant left their sight. They could see her helping Chloma towards the showers. The whole while she encouraged, “Master was very pleased with your body. He was very happy, I could tell. You did perfectly, just perfectly.”
All they heard Chloma say was, “It was so hot and heavy.”
@Olo I would love to commission an image or more. But I lack that stuff people call money. I’ll just stick to hoping.
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@Olo It does seem to be their preference. Besides GTS is the more vocal group. Luckily we have places like here.
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@Olo It was a bit of an exaggeration to say no one does mouth play. A hyperbole if you will. It just one of those things that just don’t see as much of. A good oral fondling as it were. And I would argue it doesn’t always have to include the treat of vore. But clearly unrequested oral interaction could be construed as a precursor to vore by the subject even when that is not the not the intent of the inflictor.
Really I just want to see more suckling, kissing, and licking of pretty shrunken ladies. Especially if that has happy unexpected reactions from them. But I’m just a simple lonely old nerd.
I’m more of a mouth play fan, but no one does mouth play art. Best I can find is vore. So I look at a lot of it. Glad you enjoyed that. More from the artist is on that sight.
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