AMBER'S NEW PETIt is a warm day in Wildaron Forest. Amber Nightwind has been waiting for thisday a long time. At last, the stars are right. Life as a Dryadani is a busy one.
But lately she has been wishing for someone - someone she can Play with. Aftermuch study, she has determined that today will be the day.
Stepping into her garden, she begins to pace out a circle. At each quarterpoint, she lights a small torch, picks a few flowers to weave into her long redhair, then recites a brief invocation.
"Ohh, Powers of the East, come if you will, you blow so good! Ohh, Powers of theSouth, come if you will, you are so-o hot! Ohh, Powers of the West, come if youwill, you are so wet! Ohh, Powers of the North, come if you will, you are so-ohard!"By the time she completes the circuit, she has gotten a bit hot herself, so sheunbuttons her silken chemise, exposing her full round breasts. Standing in thecenter of the circle, she balances a little precariously on her red spike-heeledpumps, legs spread, and begins her prayer to Sharalisa.
In another part of Wildaron, you, a thin melancholy Gwelfani, are taking a breakfrom practicing your borashan. You are resting against a rainbalar tree, yourlong blond hair wisping over your shoulders. Although musicians are honored andin demand in Shaharasai, you sometimes feels restless and unfulfilled. Leaningback, you close your pale blue eyes for a moment, pondering your situation.
Suddenly, the very air around you seems to thicken, swirl, and hum. You openyour eyes, but there is nothing to be seen. You try to stand but your limbswon't respond to your thoughts. You breathe in deeply, once, twice; trying tounderstand the situation.
On you third breath, the air begins to clear. You find you are able to move, alittle. You look down at yourself; your black boots are still visible under theedge of your golden robe.
But by looking down instead of up, you are not prepared for what comes next. Youare suddenly scooped up in a large hand, whose crimson fingernails form athreatening cage around you.
"Ah, by my Lady Sharalisa, the spell worked! It worked!" a musical voice trillsout. Looking at last upwards, you behold the face of the Dryadani Amber. She istruly magnificent, towering some twenty-five feet above where you are sprawledin her palm. Her full, ample breasts hang just across from where you sit, thougheach one is twice your height.
"Long have I wished for just such a little toy to amuse myself with," shecontinues. "And now I have you. Tell me, my little trinket, what is your name?""T-Terry," you stammer out. You have, in your most private moments, fantasizedabout a similar situation. But now that it is real and you are lying in her hugewarm hand, you find the reality of your predicament quite overwhelming.
"Well, Terry, I am Amber Nightwind, but you may address me as Goddess', " shegiggles. Her hand shakes a little as she says this, bouncing you slightly. "Fromnow on, you are MINE. I can be a most loving Goddess, but you must do your bestto please me at all times, is that clear?"You nod your head a little. You are not sure if you like this situation, but fornow it seems best to play along. You cannot even see the ground from where youlie in her hand; who knows how far down it may be?"That's good," she says. "Now, for starters, let's get rid of these clothes -you won't be needing them anymore." She grabs your left foot between the indexand thumb of her other hand and pulls your boot off.
"Hey!" you start to protest. But she is already pulling off the right one aswell.
"None of that now - you are supposed to please me, not the other way around."Amber frowns down at you slightly. "Now, how does this robe come off?"She begins to prod at you, lifting the edge of your golden robe with her longfingernail. You struggle a little to keep it down - for despite yourtrepidation, the sight of the lovely Dryadani's immense breasts has had itseffect on you. You are not ready to reveal this to Amber; besides, your plans toescape will be complicated if you are naked.
Still, she is intent on having her way. Grasping the hem of your robe, shesucceeds in lifting it over your head, forcing you to raise your arms as thegarment is pulled up, and at last, off. You are now completely nude and helplessin her giant hand.
"Ahh, and what is this?" she smiles. "I see my tiny captive is savoring thisafter all!" With one tapered finger the size of your thigh, she strokes yourerection as gently as she can. To you, however, this presses your manhood hardagainst your stomach. You momentarily forget all ideas of escape and lie back,letting her bring you to the height of arousal.
"I'm glad you're enjoying this, my dear. But I am ready for some enjoymentmyself." Amber ends her fingertip massage, instead gripping you firmly in herhand. Her tight grasp nearly knocks the wind out of you and bruises your ribsjust a little.
You can just manage to peer out over the top of her hand. She is carrying youtowards a gargantuan castle whose misty spires you have seen soaring above thewestern clouds when conditions are just right. She enters a door in one turretand climbs the stairs, two at a time. This rapid ascent jounces you so severelyyou close your eyes to keep away the vertigo.
When things settle enough, you open your eyes, just in time to find yourselfbeing set into a golden birdcage. "Stay there just a moment, my pet," Amber saysbreathily. "I won't be a minute."She steps over to a washstand and slithers out of her silken blouse. Seeing herstanding there, running a moist cloth over her immense torso, you find yourarousal returning. But more important, she has turned her back on you - perhapsnow you can make your escape.
You slowly make your way to the cage door. Fortunately, it is only latched, notlocked. Peering out over the edge, you decide you might be able to leap downonto the red-cushioned sofa below. You swing out and down, dangling from thecage bottom to get yourself as close as possible. Unfortunately, just as you letgo, the door swings shut with a clank!, alerting Amber.
"Tsk, tsk. Didn't I tell you to stay where you were?" Amber asks a littlepeevishly just as you drop into the cushions on the sofa. You try to hide behinda pillow, but she is too quick. Grabbing you around the middle, she shakes you alittle. "That is no way to behave! Now -" she continues, "all that work in thegarden has worn me out. I could use a foot massage.."She sets you down on the floor by her feet. She is wearing bright red pumps;their pointed spikes are as tall as you are. She crosses one huge shapely legover the other, the sole of her foot hanging just above your head. "Look outbelow!" she laughs, as she slips her heel loose from the shoe. You narrowly missbeing impaled on the spike as it swings forward.
Letting the shoe slide off completely, she orders you to start rubbing her foot.
"Rub it hard , little man," she commands, "my feet are sore!" She shoves herfoot towards you. It is even larger than you are. She slips off her other shoe,nudging you forward with her other foot. Seeing no way out of your predicament,you begin to rub her foot. She pushes it against you. "My feet are so-o hot andsweaty," she complains. "Can you give them a tongue bath?" You look around for away to escape this, but with one foot caging you in from behind and the otherwaiting in front, there seems little chance of that. "Go on!" she urgesimpatiently.
So you stick out your tongue and begin to lick the bottom of her enormous foot.
It smells of leather and sweat and something indefinable. You are soonintoxicated by the heady aroma and begin to lick all over her sole, pressingyour slim body up against the wall of soft pink flesh. You are about to becarried away on waves of salty enchantment when she suddenly grasps you betweenher feet.
Leaning back on the couch, Amber raises you up in the air, still firmly betweenher feet. "Oh-h, that was very nice," she giggles. "I'm feeling much morerelaxed now." Beneath where you are suspended some forty feet in the air, Amberis a symphony of fire. Her dark red hair spills over her shoulders and onto hercreamy round breasts, each capped with a strawberry nipple the size of yourhead.
She is wearing a bright red miniskirt that stands out against the ruby red ofthe couch under her. With her legs raised like this, that little skirt hasfallen back, revealing the sheer black panties underneath. Through them you canmake out a tangle of reddish curls. You squirm a little, but not too much, for afall from this height would surely kill you.
Amber laughs up at you "Well, little one, I'm tempted to play' with you righthere. I've been waiting so long for this chance," she says, running her handsover her breasts, squeezing them, making her nipples stand erect. "But I've abetter place in the other room. Only I better make sure you're safe for thejourney; I'm not sure I can trust you yet" she frowns.
With that, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pulling themdown to just above where the thick curls begin. She bends her knees, bringingher feet just above where her hands now lie, the left one idly stroking herwomanhood through the sheer black silk.
With her right hand, she pulls the fabric out away from her body. Then,abruptly, she loosens her foothold on you, dropping you down so you land in thesoft deep nest waiting there. With her right hand she reaches in and positionsyou before pulling the panties back into place.
"Get used to it, dear," she coos. "You're going to be spending a lot of timethere!" With that, Amber stands up, wiggling her hips a little to settle youinto place. You are wrapped tightly against her enormous femininity, the moistblack silk taut against your back.
You are battling against your imprisonment, but there is no place for you to go- well, except for forward. The musky female scent is overwhelming, and herpussy is very wet. You can feel her huge thighs brushing together behind you asshe walks; each step burying your face in the hot darkness of her vulva.
Suddenly she stops. You can tell she is sitting on something soft, as it ispushing up against your feet. Your position muffles her voice, but you feel itvibrating throughout her body - and yours.
"Ahh that's better," she says. "Now we are completely alone - and you arecompletely at my mercy. And I am so-o horny!" There is a sudden blaze of lightand fresh air as she lifts the fabric away from her stomach, but these arerapidly blotted out as her hand sneaks in.
Grasping you about the shoulders, she begins to masturbate. Softly at first, butincreasing quickly in tempo, she slides you into her warm wet cunny, feet first.
You attempt to struggle but your arms are pinned against your sides. Your faceis being pressed into her clit, half again the size of your hand.
"Ohhh yes, that's so good! Now lick me, little man!" she commands. You turn yourhead this way and that but there is no evading the throbbing swell of femininepleasure. She pushes the back of your head, mashing your nose and mouth upagainst her. "Lick me! NOW!!!" she moans.
Her whole body begins to shudder as she reaches her delightment. You feel as ifyour lower body is being crushed as her gigantic pussy contracts around you. Youcan feel your bones cracking and fear that her titanic ecstacies will squash youinto jelly. A wave of thick creamy lovejuice washes over you, covering yourwhole body in sweet smoky balm. Your mouth is forced open by her pulsingclitoris; it is too large for you to suck, but the strong rhythmic pulsesshuddering through it and her force as much of it into your mouth as ispossible.
The urge to suckle is strong, but your desire for your freedom is stronger. Youextend your tongue a little, trying to quell the spasms. This however onlydrives her to new peaks. "Yes! YES!! Ohhh Goddess I am coming!!!" she shrieks,grinding her snatch against your tiny battered body. As she reaches a new heightof blissful euphoria, she briefly shoves your entire body into her pulsatingpussy. With a final massive orgasmic shudder, her quivering quim closes aroundyou. You feel yourself being mashed into a pulp. Determined to escape thisvoluptuous imprisonment before your consciousness is gratifyingly extinguished,you widen your jaws a little more, then rapidly close them, biting into hertenderest inner recesses.
"OOWWWWWwwwwooo!!" she shrieks again, this time in pain and anger. Her grasp onyour thin shoulders tightens and you are yanked roughly away from herstill-twitching puss and out of her now drenched panties. You see that you arenow in a lusciously appointed bedroom. Far above your head hangs a lavendersilken canopy, attached at each corner to the high wooden bedposts. In fact, yourealize as she lifts you overhead that they are actually young saplings, theirleafy tops lost in the shadows of the canopy. Amber glares at you. "You looklike a Gwelfani.. but you seem to have the soul of a Demonii. What blackShaharasian cave did I drag you from, I wonder? Well, such insubordinance is notto my tastes. You are MY pet, and you will learn to obey me!" A wicked glintcreeps into her eyes as she notices that, despite your insouciant attitude, youhave very much enjoyed serving as her living dildo. Despite being squeezed flatjust moments ago, you find you have miraculously regained your former shape, aswell as your former state of arousal.
Without another word, Amber brings you close to her lovely face. You tremble asyou contemplate what punishments may await you, but this does nothing to quellthe excitement raging at your groin. Slowly, she extends her massive pinktongue. Beginning at your feet, she flicks the tip over your sticky epidermis.
"Mmmm - you taste like me!" she giggles. "But will all of you taste the same?"With short swift strokes that nonetheless cover more than a foot of your body ata time, she begins to lick her own juices off of you. This is as titillating asyour previous entrapment was excruciating. Her eyes close in rapture as shemethodically covers every inch of you.
"Well, that's most of it, I suppose," she purrs. "But I better make sure."Opening one eye lazily, she looks you up and down, being sure you are nearly atthe peak of stimulation before parting her sensuous carmine lips. Grasping youaround the waist, she dangles you above them momentarily before plunging youinto her greedy mouth. She begins to suck on your torso as she might a grape,pulling you in past her pearly teeth, into the darkness below.
Her eyes once again close. She lets you go once you are in up to your shoulders.
You can see nothing but her face, but the expression of enthrallment on it leadsyou to suspect she has moved her hands inside her panties again. She moanssoftly as she continues to suckle, the action of her lips and tongue thrustingyou in and out, over and over. Your hard-on is being rubbed against the firmslippery roof of her palate; her soft tongue cradles your backside. Unable toresist, you finally explode with hedonistic rapture. As you do so, she bringsherself to yet another climax, and her murmurs of pleasure vibrate through you,intensifying your orgasm.
When at last she slowly withdraws you from her mouth, you are warm, wet, andthoroughly relaxed. You have forgotten about her threats to make you comply withher will, but she has not. While you lay idle in her palm, she sits up in herhuge fluffy bed.
"It's a good thing you're all floppy and yielding," she says, "because it willdo you no good at all to resist me!" Before you quite realize what is happening,she has closed her fingers tightly around you. "I told you I don't put up withmutinous little toys!" she cackles.
In a sudden swift move, she whips you behind her back, pulling her panties awayfrom her milkwhite skin with her other hand. As you are still sorting out whatexactly is going on, she drops you down inside. Once again you are trappedbetween black silk and pale flesh.
Her enormous derriere envelops you, huge soft twin hillocks of rounded delirium.
They are huge and cushiony, and offer you no purchase for hand or foot. As theenormity of the situation seizes you, you begin to struggle in earnest. Yousquirm around in an attempt to grab the sheer material and make your escape, butto no avail. Instead you drive your small nails into her plump fundament,convincing her to exact the severest revenge upon you. She squeezes her cheeksfirmly together, wedging you tightly between them.
The air is driven roughly out of you. You strive to catch your breath, but thereis precious little air to be found; and what air there is is permeated with anoverpowering musky scent. It is exceedingly warm and more than a little damp.
Despite the precariousness of your condition, you find your body responding tothe proximity of her enormous femininity; yet you wriggle desperately, hoping tofind some way of fleeing your impending doom.
Suddenly the cushiony mattress seems to drop away from beneath you and yourealize that Amber has stood up. You battle vertigo from the sudden altitudechange while contemplating your predicament, but you have barely regained yourequilibrium before the direction reverses. With an abrupt whoosh, she sits downhard on the bare wood floor.
The immediate thwack of her shapely tush against the hobnowood planks crushesyou into the immense womanly flesh. She begins to wiggle back and forth,grinding down upon you, flattening you into a gelatinous mush. The last thingyou hear before blacking out is the crunching of your fragile bones as shereduces you to a pithy ooze under her enormous bottom.
You are not sure how much time has passed when you finally regain consciousness.
Once again you have somehow managed to regain your original form, despite beingsqueezed into formless goo by your cruel loving Goddess Amber. At first you arenot sure of your surroundings; it is still dark, and musky, but not the same asyou recall your last view before passing out. With a shock your vision clearsand you realize you are now laying head down into one of her grandiose redpatent pumps.
"You haven't figured it out yet, have you?" You are on a slant, your feet higherthan your head, making it difficult to look out. But there is no mistaking thatviciously honeyed voice. You feel barely able to move; it seems nearly everydrop of resistance has been pressed from you like wine from a Chablis grape.
However, it seems imperative to you to get out of the enormous shoe, so you tryto sit up.
"Oh no you don't!" Amber cries cheerfully, poking you back down with her bigtoe. "You ARE MINE. Sharalisa Herself brought you to me to do with as I please.
And what I please is that you learn your place, which is to worship me and obeymy every whim. And as you are realizing, I have many ways of enforcing that! Andno matter how I choose to use and abuse you, you can never be rubbed outcompletely. So let's get this clear.."Ignoring her remonstrances, you still are determined to make your getaway.
Calling upon your reserves, you press your arms against the insides of the shoeand struggle to lift yourself from the sticky leather insole. This has theunwanted effect of bringing you rapidly in contact with the base of her giganticfoot, now encased in a sheer seamed black stocking. She begins to worm her footinto the shoe, pressing you flat on your back again.
Despite the additional layer of material, the odor is still both intoxicatingand enchanting. You find the scent overwhelming your entire being. The joy oflicking that salty essence from her foot envelops your memory as the sight ofthat same foot now engulfs your field of vision. Your will to escape transformsitself; can you really be aroused yet again?Her foot is all the way into the shoe now. Your head is wedged between her bigtoe and the long digit next to it; your slight body pressing against the moiststocking, whose seam runs coincidentally right between your legs. Amber beginsto put her full weight onto the foot now. The ball of her foot extends from yourshoulders to your hips. The pressure is intense, much moreso than when she satupon you. Your delicate skeleton, amazingly reconstituted several times already,begins to give way with a crack. She is obliterating you again, smooshing youinto a creamy mush inside her shiny red pumps.
Is it an eon or only a moment later when you wake up? You are still in the shoe,but her foot is not. You can feel your limbs, torso, every part of you swellingwith life as you resume your lithe Gwelfani shape. Odd; it seems the morebrutally she pounds you into oblivion, the more revitalized you are uponrecovery. Amber is not immediately visible from where you lie. Slowly, you situp, grabbing the edges of the shoe and pulling yourself erect.
She is not far away by her dimensions, but to you she seems a mile off. She issitting on the edge of her cushioned canopy bed, languidly peeling off herstocking. More important, she is not looking in your direction. Balancing in theheel of the shoe, you can just make out the hazy outlines of a door a long wayaway. You swing over the side and out of the shoe, intending to hit the groundrunning. But the high thin spike heel is thrown off balance by your desertion,and the shoe tips over on its side.
Not only does this nearly send you sprawling but the clatter attracts Amber'snotice. "Not again!" she sighs, standing up. You don't look back, however; thedoor is located on the far horizon and you are running as fast as you cantowards it. The floor begins to shake underneath you, though, as Amber stridestowards you. You don't look back. There is a dresser twenty-five feet to yourleft; you dash underneath it and keep going, hoping you can slip out on the farside and continue your journey towards the door.
The floor has stopped quaking; you hope that she didn't see where you went.
There is light just ahead where the side of the dresser marks the next leg ofyour escape route. You are so intent on what is in front of you that you don'tlook to the side. If you did you might've thought better of making that dash outalong the baseboard, but you are focussed on that one goal. You break from underthe dresser; the door is less than half a mile away, now. You are almost therewhen -THWACKK! Amber stomps down, narrowly missing you. The air that rushes towardsyou in it's hurry to get out from under her foot sends you sprawling face downon the floor. "You just won't listen, will you?" she booms in exasperation. Andlifts her now bare foot again, high above where you lie in awful anticipation ofwhat is to come. Your mind still reels at the wicked reproof she seems to havean endless store of, but your cock knows what exquisite annihilation awaits, andstraightens out underneath you.
This time there is not even the luxury of her leather insole to cushion you fromher punishing step. She brings her foot down quickly and firmly upon yourstruggling carcass, grinding the ball of her sweaty naked foot down as if she isgrinding out a cigarette, or stomping a bug. Despite what she says, you thinkthis must surely be the end; her preponderous weight is squishing you, squishingyou, until you dissolve into agonizing rapture, becoming nothing more than apuddle of warm jism bathing her sinfully benevolent sole.
By now you are becoming accustomed to the feelings of re-inflation after Amberinflicts her discipline upon you. You feel like an elven-shaped balloon beingfilled with an onrush of nitrous oxide. With a surge of virtually psychedelicenergy you sit up, wondering where you will find yourself this time. Ah, thismust be back to the bed - and yes, just there is your titanic mistress, morebeautiful than all seven known species of Shaharasian dawn, luscious red haircascading down over those breasts like lava flowing across pale twin moons.
"Whatever shall I do with you, Terry?" she frowns. "I told you at the beginningthat I am your Goddess now, and you are here for eternity as my lover and mypet. I have given you only a few types of ecstasy so far; I am capable of manymore. Yet you persist in defying me. Now it seems I must correct your errantways once again."With that, she reaches over and scoops you up from your niche amongst her thickquilts. With a flip of her wrist, you find yourself turned face down across hermassive, generous lap. She has balanced you just at the junction of hertremendous thighs. Your magical resuscitation has once again had its effect onyour manhood as well. You press down against her, gently fucking the eroticcrevice beneath you. You wonder if she can feel it. This distracts you from whatshe is doing, which is raising her palm high in the air over your bare, upturnedbottom.
"You are a very very naughty Gwelfani and I am most upset with you!" she says asshe administers the worst spanking of your life. She slaps your tiny cheeksferociously; she is very angry at you for being so rebellious. You feel yourselfflattening out again; she is hitting you too hard, and yet you perversely enjoyit. You continue to fuck the space between her thighs as she dispenses apunishment you begin to think is well-deserved.
The spanking seems to go on and on. You wonder if she is aware that you aredissolving under her blows, that she is crushing you with their severity, thatyou are fucking her in earnest now despite the fact that your pelvis was crackedat the outset. The profound pleasure and pain bring you to crisis at last. Asher final and hardest blow smooshes you into liquid oblivion, you spend yourseed and lapse at last into nothingness.
It seems to take much longer for you to regain awareness this time, but when atlast you do, you realize you now feel better than you ever have in your life.
With a start, you realize that your borashan is at your side, you are dressed ingold jewelry, golden robe, and black boots; and you are once again restingagainst the rainbalar tree. Shaking your head, you resolve to cut back onmialshan, if this is the kind of quixotic nightmares it can produce. You standup, stretch, and begin to walk. Before you get very far, though, the familiarforest begins to thin. You cannot believe your eyes, and start to run, only tosmack into a translucent sheet marking the edge of your private forest. On theother side, a familiar chamber can just be made out. Lit only with a singletwenty-foot taper, you stare in astonishment at the enormous canopy bed whereAmber Nightwind lies asleep.
Or is she? "Ah, good evening, my pet. I hope you find your accommodations toyour liking." Swinging her legs out over the edge of the bed, you finally seeher completely, stunningly nude. "I hope you rested well. I have many more plansfor us tonight.."
