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SAVAGE LUST - A cruel FemDom tale of shrinking, insertion and pure lust.
Not for the weak-minded or politically correct.  Contains graphic violence,
sexy female natives having loads of fun with their shrunken captives.  One
might say it's a work of fiction, if you haven't figured it out already. 
Read and enjoy!  Konkel
   CHAPTER ONE The company of five very wealthy businessmen and their wives
and girlfriends left the hired minibus where the gravel road turned into a
muddy trail through the forest.  They armed themselves with digital
cameras, machetes and exclusive Brandy.  The four hired natives all carried
firearms.  They where approaching an area most people considered unsafe. 
And they had strong reason to do so.  Or at least they thought so at this
point.
   Harry Delmonte, one of the western world's most successful plastic
surgeons, kissed his beautiful wife Helen and promised: -Today will be the
greatest day of our lives.  I bet my wife...  I mean life...  on it!  His
companions laughed politely.
   Harry, an athletic 48-year old man with aristocratic features, had
organised this unusual expedition.  An old childhood friend had let him in
on the secret.  In this remote area in the African wilderness, an ancient
tribe that supposedly possessed magic powers, had lived almost without any
influence from the outside world for centuries.  His friend claimed they
had never even seen white people before.  They might become a bit hostile,
but who could blame them?  Would you like it if a bunch of total strangers
came charging through tour living room?
   Harry's wife, Jennifer, a natural blonde with large and firm but very
fake breasts, 15 years younger than her husband, was very thrilled to meet
some "exciting and authentic savages".  She fantasised about shining black,
all naked and muscular boys and men with huge cocks that they knew how to
use (unlike her athletic but less than well-equipped and amorous husband).
She had fingered herself to loads of wonderful orgasms beside her sleeping
man at night, dreaming of wild orgies with those untamed, forceful jungle
men.
   Harry's colleague Alexander, 37 years old and more the academic type,
had joined Harry simply because he didn't want to annoy his mentor. 
Alexander wasn't really interested in primitive tribes and he couldn't
understand why Harry had gone through so much trouble to arrange this trip.
Hell, if you're that interested, then turn on the fucking National
Geographics!  He sighed.  Unlike the rest of the company, he wasn't fit
enough to trek through the jungle.  After about three hours of walking,
crossing rivers and climbing steep hills and mountains, he couldn't keep up
with the rest.  But he was too proud to admit it.  When the others rounded
a corner and headed downhill, he had a drink of water and a cigarette and
sat down on a rock.  He assumed they would soon realise that he wasn't with
them, and return.  By then he would at least have had a while to recover.
He was thinking about an appropriate excuse for slowing them down.  Maybe a
sprained ankle he thought and laughed sarcastically.
   He waited.  Nobody returned.  He had a second smoke.  When twenty
minutes had passed, he became annoyed.  Arrogant fuckers, he muttered. 
When thirty five minutes had passed, he suddenly felt scared.  He
understood just how vulnerable he was right then and there, all alone in
this unfamiliar surroundings, with nothing more than a ridiculous
pocket-knife to protect himself with.  Where the hell were they?  I bet
there's lots of poisonous snakes around, and maybe even wild boar...  or
worse.  He wiped the sweat from his brow and began jogging after his
friends.
   Nitwa, a young woman from the nearest village, out hunting by herself,
was in the midst of gutting a wild boar almost half her own size.  She dug
out the entrails and beheaded it with a swift blow of her razor-sharp
machete.  After she had cut the meat into smaller pieces and packed it into
her large leather pouch, she rinsed off all the blood from her naked body
in the river.  She played joyfully with her own breasts for a few minutes
while drying in the afternoon sun, stretched out on a fallen tree.  She
pictured all the smiling, proud faces welcoming her in the village when she
laid down the evening meal before them.
   Her black skin seemed almost bluish in the sharp sunlight.  A pair of
firm, cone-shaped breasts pointed towards the clear sky.  She caressed her
thick pubic bush almost without reflecting about it.  A nice, clean kill
always made her feel excited and strong.  She stroke the only place on her
body that wasn't getting dryer in the warm air, slowly and experienced she
tickled her sensitive, aroused labia, while rubbing her stiff nipples with
the other hand.  She finished the sensitive foreplay after a while by
hitting the uncovered purple coloured clitoris with her index finger
repeatedly.  The light spanking continued for well over five minutes, when
she reached the climax and laughed and sighed her way through the long
relieving orgasm.
   She jumped to her feet, tied her loincloth made of rough leather around
her waist, grabbed her still blood-stained spear and lifted the
approximately twenty pound heavy pouch with the fresh meat to her shoulder
and headed for home.  That's when she noticed the white man in the shadow
of a giant tree.  He stared at her dancing breasts and then at her face,
and then further down her slender body.  Then at her breasts again.  Nitwa
didn't like the expression on his face.  Besides, she hadn't seen a
white-skinned person in over a year.  And never this close to her village.
   She approached him slowly, with her right hand resting on the machete's
handle.  He looked frightened and lost.  She understood that he was no
threat to her, so she greeted him with a relaxed smile.
   Just like she had expected, he couldn't speak her language, so she tried
to read the expression in his voice and his body language.  He was
definitely lost.  Surely lost from his travelling company and totally
clueless.  She kept smiling and pointed towards her village.
   Alexander could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the young naked
native girl "getting dressed" and lifting that large sac to her shoulder.
He had never seen such a perfect natural beauty before.  He was completely
awe-struck, and at the same time grateful that he had met what seemed to be
a friendly local in this horrible wilderness.  When he tried to explain his
situation, she could of course not comprehend a single word, but she seemed
to understand him anyway.  And she invited him to go along with her.  He
bowed his head and thanked her.
   She refused to let him carry her obviously very heavy sac and started
walking.  He followed her closely, secretly admiring her ripe and
appetising ass, that was less than half covered by the leather sheet that
swung with the same rhythm as her full buttocks.  He could swear he sensed
the aroma of her sex.  No matter how exhausted and battered he felt, he
could not resist the sight of her backpart.  His penis stiffened in his
sweat-soaked pants.  He imagined her slowly squatting over his face and...
Then he heard voices.  Strange, unfamiliar voices, laughing and shouting.
They stepped out of the dark forest and entered a glade with dozens of
primitive huts, and at least twenty people facing him.  About half of them
were women, some of them as beautiful and all of them half naked as his
guide.  All of a sudden he felt terrified, even though their faces radiated
friendliness.  He couldn't figure out why.
   Nitwa's mother, Sadwa, stared in disbelief at the white man who had
followed her daughter to their village.  With disgust she noticed that he
had an erection.  Surely from looking at Nitwa's shapely ass.  One of the
smaller children gave word to her thoughts: -Look at his penis!  It's as
hard as a spear!  And they all laughed at the pale man's comical
appearance.
   They praised the girl for bringing the food and one of the young boys
led him to the river so that he could wash himself.  He no longer felt any
fear.  He suddenly understood the others' fascination for the "pure" and
"simple" "savages".  Later that evening they ate together.  Everyone seemed
so natural and kind.  He wondered if they would provide him with some
company for the night.  He had heard stories of white men being allowed to
pick one of the native girls for his own pleasure when they visited remote
areas.  But that was just heresy.  A while later he started feeling drowsy.
He tried to rise up but failed.  Everybody was looking at him, smiling,
attentive...  When he couldn't even move his arms, he realised he had been
drugged.  Just before he passed out, he felt strong arms and hands all over
his body, lifting him, carrying him away...
   CHAPTER TWO He woke up in total darkness, tied to his hands and feet. 
He could hear singing and laughing in the distance.  Then he fell asleep
again.  He dreamt that he heard the voice of Harry Delmonte, his friend. 
Or was it a dream?
   The next time he woke up, he was sure that he had lost his mind
completely.  It was dark inside the hut, but his eyes soon adjusted to it.
He was imprisoned in a wooden cage, and something was terribly wrong.  The
hut that was his prison seemed as huge as an aeroplane hangar.  It had a
grass roof and a dirt floor.  Whatever they had used to tie his wrists cut
deep into his skin and flesh.  He tried to break free for several minutes
but to no avail.  He was at their mercy and could only hope for the best.
Were they going to demand a ransom for his release?  Were they, God forbid,
cannibals?  Then came the real shock.
   One of the young women of the village went to se how their prisoner was
doing.  Her two small daughters followed her, giggling excitedly.  She
pushed the drape aside and entered the hut.
   The little man, about five inches long, in the cage stared at her, at
her girls, then at her again, and fainted.  The native woman smiled and
went to the next hut.  The three female miniature humans started screaming
madly as soon as they laid eyes on her and two of them fainted.  The third
one kept screaming until she lost her voice.
   The rest of them were being kept in the chief's large hut.  Six
terrified pale humans, coming to terms with the truth by screaming their
lungs out and passing out, like weak-minded little girls that lived in the
concrete jungle many miles away.  Not the same stuff her own daughters were
made of.  Then there were four black men that had travelled with the white
ones.  They sat quietly, side by side, as if already accepting their cruel
fate.  Altogether fourteen people.  That meant plenty of pleasure for every
grown woman in the village.  She couldn't resist lifting her loincloth and
expose her clean-shaven cunt for her horrified audience.  She caressed her
thick pubic lips before them, and let them smell the scent of her pussy. 
Then she turned around and flashed her enormous black buttcheeks for the
captives.  -Mother, why did you do that, one of her daughters wanted to
know.  -I was just teasing them, darling, she answered and hugged the cute
little girl.  -Are you going to play with them like you did with the men
from the logging company last year, the other girl wanted to know.  -Maybe.
-That was lots and lots of fun, mother!  -I know.  -Are these people bad as
well?  -Yes, darling.  -So...  I guess it's...  not bad...  to do mean
things...  to mean people, her youngest daughter decided.  -You're very
wise for your age, my little flower.  -I know.  The woman kissed the girl's
forehead and went out to collect some firewood.
   The three shrunken white women cried like babies when they finally
realised their position.  The tried everything they could think of to break
free, but they couldn't even free themselves from the tight strings that
bound their hands together behind the backs.  They finally gave up their
futile attempts and laid down on the cage floor, close together.
   Three mature and completely naked black giantess women entered their
prison hut.  They were all in their early forties, and very well preserved
by mother nature.  When they squatted close to the little cage, the three
tiny upper-class models gasped in disbelief as they watched the thick pubic
bushes and the fat, wet pussy lips that lurked in the dark forests between
the thick and attractive thighs.  The smell of female sex overwhelmed them
all.  The feeling of shock and nausea mixed with something different... 
they could barely keep their eyes from those huge and blood-filled
labias... so powerful...  so threatening...  so beautiful...
   The afro ladies pulled their defenceless prey from the cage and picked
one favourite each to play with.  The they laid down on the dirt floor,
shoulder to shoulder.  They smiled lustfully and cruelly when they started
the foreplay by covering the little women with saliva.  The fattest of the
native women, the chief's wife, sucked her toy into her mouth and fooled
around with her for a while, stroking her gigantic tits as the woman inside
her mouth trashed around in total panic.
   The one next to her squeezed her victim between her mighty bosoms.  The
only part of her tiny body that could be seen between those huge masses of
black flesh was her stupid, screaming little head.  Her tormentor took
extra pleasure in watching her plaything's horror, like a cat playing with
a mouse or a bird.
   The third mistress, Chiwatha, rubbed her toy against her thick and
sopping wet nether lips, at first carefully avoiding the most sensitive
area.  But that didn't last long.  She was known among the villagers to
have a short temper and a lack of patience.  Before her friends had even
worked up a sweat, her pussy juices was flowing freely, creating a slimy
puddle below her ass, as she rubbed her toy against her dark purple cunt.
The horny black giantess whispered words that was unknown to their
captives, but that they could figure out anyway: -You're my little slave
now, white girl, so you better get ready to serve me well, or else... 
-You're gonna go where no woman has ever gone before, so pay respect, you
little weakling!  -If I'm not satisfied with your work down there, I'm
gonna shove you up my ass.  You won't live long in that cave, for sure. 
With those words she slowly inserted her terrified victim into her by now
wide open and waiting pussy.  It looked as though a giant snake was
swallowing a frantically fighting mouse when the little woman was slowly
pushed into the wet opening by a massive hand.  The wildly kicking ankles
and feet remained outside, and that was all.  Her mistress laid back and
began massaging her sex-toy with her inner muscles.  Even though she was
really horny, she was careful not to "hug" her too hard, knowing from
experience that they easily broke and later died, even from rather small
pressure.  And she wanted to have a good time all day, or for several more
days if possible.
   Melinda screamed in horror once again when the giant woman raised her to
the mouth and soaked her with warm spit.  The moment later she found
herself staring into a drooling wet, dark purple flesh cave.  The smell
made her dizzy.  It was like the smell from her own pussy...  multiplied
with ten.  It was that strong.  Not that it was really unpleasant, nor
seemed dirty in any way.  It was just that strong and, in a strange way,
appetising.  She realised that she was going to be used as some kind of a
live dildo by this enormous black woman.  Nothing else mattered.  That was
her destiny.  When she was forced to kiss and swallow amounts of the thick
fluid, she noticed she had become aroused too, against her own will.  She
couldn't resist the temptation to reach out her tongue and lick the soft,
wet flesh.  Throughout, her owner muttered words in her peculiar language,
words Melinda understood the meaning of anyway.
   When she was pushed headfirst into the elastic meat cave, Melinda filled
her lungs with air and closed her eyes.  The tremendous power her mistress
possessed became clear to her toy when she felt the soft but powerful walls
tightening around her body.  After a minute or so, she had to take a
breath, but the only thing filling her mouth was thick pussy slime.  She
swallowed and tried not to panic.  But the giant finger pushed her even
further in, deeper...  Then, suddenly, she discovered a pocket of air.  And
filled her aching lungs with the bestial smell and relaxed.  But when the
pussy squeezed her the next time, she lost it completely and kicked,
punched and bit wildly into the choking, slimy walls.
   Chiwatha enjoyed her cruel little foreplay.  Those tiny little feet
kicking her fingers tickled nicely.  After the first light orgasm, she
pushed her victim deeper inside, towards her magical inner spot.  She put
the palm of her hand against her pussy to prevent the little one from
escaping.  The plaything fought for her life, just like she was supposed to
do.  Chiwatha hoped she would last longer than the men from the logging
company they had captured about a year ago.  Orgasm after orgasm swept
through her trembling body.  But somehow she managed not to crush the
little one to death, like she had done so many times before, to arrogant
outsiders who didn't belong on her land in the first place.
   Several minutes later she relaxed her muscles and let her joybringer dig
her way out of her satisfied cunt, and land in the pool of love juice
between her spread legs.  She was definitely going to keep this one for a
long, long time.
   The chief's wife, Alagantha, watched her beloved friend fuck herself
silly with the small captive.  Meanwhile, she rubbed her own living toy up
and down her moist cunt, playfully circling the stiff clit, and now and
then pressing the little fighting body inside, to the waist, sometimes
further, for half a minute or so, watching and sensing the wonderful
struggle her slave put up.
   When Chiwatha relaxed her pussy and released the helpless little
creature, alive but exhausted, Alagantha decided it was time for her to get
some physical relief.  She pushed the shrunken women deep inside her own
cunt and began massaging the huge tits with both hands.  Her superior
vaginal power kept the desperately fighting white woman inside.  She
squeezed the air out of the little fighter's lungs, and served her several
mouthfuls of delicate cunt juice and gave herself a series of wonderful
orgasms during the onslaught.
   When the semi-conscious tiny woman was spat out by her relaxed cunt, the
chief's wife decided to keep this one to herself for a couple of more days.
   The third ebony lady, Hallai, had a harder time trying to convince her
toy that total obedience was the only option at hand.  Her sex toy did
everything humanly possible to get away from the powerful grip.  She tried
to use the slippery juices that was covering her little body to her
advantage.  There were times when she almost managed to get out of the huge
hand, only to feel the grip tightening slightly the next time, and she was
more or less thrown headfirst into the gaping pussy, again and again.  But
when the cocky little model did the fatal mistake and bit into the titanic
clitoris she was being rubbed against, her mistress lost patience and
screamed:
   -That little creep bit my clit!  I tried to be nice to her, and this is
how she's showing her gratitude.  Her satisfied friends laughed teasingly,
urging her to punish the "creep": -Are you, of all people, going to accept
that?  -A pet that do not obey its master or mistress is of no use.  Better
kill it!  Like you would kill a mean dog.  Give it to her, sister!  Shove
her up your ass!  -Yes!  Show no mercy.  Do it!  You can use mine if you
want to have a good time tonight.  -Mine too.  Now, get rid of the little
vermin!  Hallai raised the doomed slave to her face and spat on her several
times.  Without further procedures, she turned around and faced the dirt
floor.  With her free hand, she spread her large butt cheeks and slid the
little woman into her relaxed anus.  The saliva covering the human toy made
it easy for her to push the body more than halfway into the tight,
foul-smelling cave.  Then, she had to use brute force, because the little
woman didn't want to collaborate.  A violent thrust sent the white woman
deep into the asshole.  Hallai shut the entrance, making it impossible for
her captive to even let her right foot see the light of day again.
   The afro lady started caressing her aroused pussy while she slowly
crushed the stubborn woman to death.  When the final ecstatic wave of
pleasure ran through her sweaty body, she squeezed her rectal muscles as
hard as she could.  The crack of tiny bones breaking was audible to them
all.
   She lay there for a few minutes, satisfied and exhausted.  Then she left
the hut and headed for the latrine.  She observed the squashed remains of
an irritating slave as it landed in the filth.  She urinated all over her
face and stained body and wiped her cunt with a leaf.  Next time, she hoped
for a more willing and obedient slave...
   CHAPTER THREE Nitwa, the young huntress who had lured the arrogant snob
Alexander to her tribe's lair, watched her tiny prey closely.  She had tied
him up herself, an art she was highly skilled at.  She had plans for him.
After a while, she lost patience and lifted him out of the cage.  A pair of
primitive pliers landed in her lap, just beside the unconscious little man.
Carefully she spread her legs and then closed them around his sleeping
body, his ignorant face only an inch or so from her hairy cunt, parted his
jaws and pulled out two of his front teeth with a quick yank.  That woke
him up.  He spat out huge amounts of blood and yelled hysterically.  She
watched as a gob of blood and spit landed right between her swelling pussy
lips.
   Then she turned him upside down and buried his loud mouth in her soft
black flesh.  She could feel him thrashing around with his head between her
butt cheeks and farted noisily in his face to cool him down.  She smiled as
his body almost became still for a few seconds.  But that only lasted until
she pulled one of his toenails away from his tiny feet.  He began kicking
like a madman, but there was nothing he could do.  Nitwa buried him deeper
between her cheeks, until she could sense his face moving around against
her anus.  Her was buried in her flesh to his waist.  She closed the palm
of her hand around his legs and proceeded with the torturous act until all
of his toenails had been brutally removed.  Then she repeated it on his
fingernails.  By then, he was barely moving.  The lack of oxygen and the
incredible pain he had to suffer almost sent him over the edge.
   Nitwa raised the five inch tall white man to her left breast and
caressed her stiff nipple with his crying face.  At this point, he was
begging and pleading to her, begging her not to kill him, not to torture
him anymore, that he hadn't done any harm to anyone, especially not to her.
The tears ran down his pale cheeks.  He was shaking like a leaf in a storm.
Nitwa only laughed at his horror and urged him to suck on her nipple by
opening her own mouth and make a suckling movement with her enormous lips
and then point at her breast.
   Alexander tried as hard as he could to suck that enormous nipple into
his mouth, but only managed to squeeze the tip in between his gaping jaws.
The soft flesh filled his entire mouth.  He feared he would suffocate to
death, but could not pull away, as the afro beauty pushed him forwards...
   He woke up lying face down on her soft belly, with his face down her
belly button.  She breathed slowly and he could hear her rhythmic
heartbeats, loud, almost thunderous.  And then he smelled her scent.  The
reeking odour of a woman in heat had always been a sweet smell, so full of
promises.  But now...  He raised his head slowly and watched in awe as she
gently played with herself.  Her shining fingers travelled in slow circles
around the labia.  He somehow knew she was only warming up, that what she
was doing to herself was nothing but a light foreplay, and that he was the
main course.  And he was right.
   When Nitwa had prepared her young and slender body for him, she lifted
him by the ankles and let him hang upside down over her huge, wet cunt. 
She teasingly lowered his face into the freely flowing river of pussy juice
and let him taste and smell her.  He had never before pictured the female
genitalia as something threatening, something lethal.  Not until now.  The
slimy, glistening masses of black, purple and dark red meat opened itself,
as if to swallow him, like some meat eating flower.
   She lowered him until his head and half of his chest had disappeared
into her lovely sex, and closed her nether lips around him.  She hugged his
upper body with her vaginal muscles.  This was the reason she had removed
his front teeth.  So that he wouldn't be able to bite her.  She lay there
in that position for a while, having a nice and long orgasm, that reached
the crescendo when her little toy ran out of air and began fighting for his
life.
   She pulled him out and let him recover for a couple of minutes.  Then
she inserted him slightly deeper.  When he was in to his knees, his wildly
shaking head reached her magic spot deep inside.  She held him firmly and
let him do his work.  She sighed hornily as she sensed a series of wild and
joyful eruptions in her entire body.  The harder he fought to free himself,
the sweeter pleasure for her...
   She pulled him out in the last minute.  He was barely alive.  Nitwa
carefully placed him in the cage and left the hut to go get something to
eat.  Playing around always made her hungry.
   When she returned almost an hour later, her little sex toy sat staring
angrily at her.  She didn't care for his attitude.  So she grabbed him by
the hair and pulled him out.  She spat on him, until he was all covered by
her saliva, smelling of the grilled meat she had just eaten.  She closed
her hand around his legs and lay down with wide spread thighs.  -No more
gentle play for you, you pale-skinned pig!  Who do you think is in charge
here?  You...  or Me?  She thrust his defence-less body into her almost dry
cunt and smirked at his cry of torment.  She pushed him brutally inside her
until his head hit her wonder button hard and gave her a quick orgasm right
away.  She repeated the movement and found a nice but violent rhythm that
she liked.  She fucked him mercilessly, until she noticed he had a hard-on.
Outraged, she pulled him out and watched his microscopic stiff cock
dangling from left to right in front of her face.  She took his little
organ between her lips and sucked on it.  Only a few seconds later he began
moving his hips, as if fucking her mouth.  Nitwa decided to give him this
final pleasure and tickled his cock-head with the tip of her tongue.  He
began moaning and moved his hips faster.  When he came in her mouth, she
could actually taste his sticky semen.  Her sprayed his cum over her tongue
and teeth and became limp in her hand.  She spat the filthy sauce out on
the floor and inserted him into her cunt again.  This time she held him
tighter, and she fucked him even faster than before.  She felt a one of his
legs break from the violent onslaught but kept the brutal pace until she
reached the first stage of her climax.  Then she worked on her erect clit
with her finger nails, to increase the pleasure as she fucked the little
man to death.
   She came in a orgasm that lasted well over a minute.  Her little toy
drew his last breath when her pussy crushed his bones and inner organs
during the last ecstatic wave of total joy.  She pulled his squashed body
out of her cunt and watched it with a disgusted expression on her pretty
face.  -You're sooo ugly, man!  Nitwa threw the little lump of dead meat
far into the jungle and ran over to see her friends play with their catch.
   CHAPTER FOUR Nitwa's younger sister, Yamin, and her best friend Sayit
lay hidden in the bush, waiting for a deer or perhaps a boar to pass by. 
They had waited for hours.  Yamin was growing impatient.  -Come on, Sayit!
Let's fool around with it.  What use is it if we keep it in the sac all
day? -Is that all you ever think about?  Fooling around.  Playing with
yourself.  We got work to do.  Be serious for a change.  -Aaaahh.  Boring!
-Ssshhh.  Keep your voice down!  Yamin touched the small leather sac she
had tied to her waist.  Something moved around inside it.  Her excitement
was slowly growing.  She couldn't wait to unwrap it.  -Just a little... 
Sayit slapped her large but shapely ass and whispered to her to shut up. 
The two coal black youngsters lay quiet for several minutes.  Then Yamin
cupped her hands around Sayit's big ass and began massaging it gently. 
-Stop it, stupid!  Sayit tried to keep straight face, but failed.  -You
sure got yourself a nice-looking ass, Sayit.  -If you don't stop your
childish behaviour, I'm gonna sit on your face, just to shut you up, moron!
-Oooh!  Sit on my face?  I never knew...  Sayit slapped her face, half
serious, half jokingly.  -I mean it!  Be quiet!  Yamin turned sour and
didn't say a word for almost half a minute.  Then, finally, the girls heard
the barely audible sound of a small animal approaching.  They flattened
their bodies to the ground and held their breath.  A unsuspecting deer, a
small one, then three more, moved closer to the water hole.  The girls had
the light breeze in their faces, so there was no way the animals could
smell them.
   When the first deer was no more than thirty feet from their hiding
place, facing the opposite direction, they both raised up slowly and threw
the spears at exactly the same moment.  The animal fell to the ground with
its chest pierced, and the blood pumping out of its mortal wounds.  The
female hunters jumped the prey five or six seconds later, as the other
three deer ran away in panic.
   Sayit straddled it and sat down heavily on its head and Yamin held its
twitching legs still until it stopped breathing.  They sighed in relief and
hugged.  The work was done.  Or the first part of it, anyway.  The skinned
and gutted it and helped each other to wash the blood from their own
bodies.
   Yamin untied the leather pouch and opened it.  A tiny man with pale,
almost white skin shielded his eyes as the afternoon sun hit his face.  The
two girls watched him closely.  They were both naked.  Their gigantic black
bodies towered above him, like skyscrapers from hell, or mountains.  He
whimpered and tried to run away.  A huge hand stopped him in a matter of
seconds and raised him towards the sky.  He stared at what he would in
normal circumstances regard as a beautiful, smiling face.  But a glance at
those thick lips and enormous white teeth made him feel like...  dinner. 
-I feel like...  sharing, Yamin said with a wicked smile.  -I feel like...
sharing too, Sayit agreed.  They sat down so close their breasts touched.
Yamin kissed the tiny man.  Sayit followed suit.  Then they began licking
his trembling body.  Sometimes their tongues would meet.  They enjoyed
watching his terrified face, as they covered him with warm saliva.  They
caressed each others tender bodies, stroke those soft ass-cheeks, and
played around with the tongues, when not wetting the little guy.  Then
Yamin assumed her favourite position.  She lay down on her side and watched
Sayit do the same.  They scissored each others legs and rubbed their wet
pussies together.  Yamin lifted her feet to her friends face and let her
kiss it gently.  Then she placed the tiny man between their pussies.  They
ground their pelvises together and giggled at the human insect's futile
struggle.  -Be careful!  Don't break him, Yamin hissed.  They enjoyed the
intensity in the little toy's attempts to break loose, but after a few
minutes, Sayit had had enough.  She couldn't relax if she had to pay
attention so that he didn't run away into the wilderness.  She got up and
hurried into the bush.
   When she returned a while later Yamin was already fucking herself with
the little man.  Sayit knelt and pulled his body out of her cunt and tied
his arms behind his back and then his wildly kicking legs together.  She
made sure the strings cut deep into his skin and lay down with her friend
again.  It was "sharing" time.
   Yamin took his upper body into her hungry cunt and held his legs tight
so that Sayit could swallow the rest of him with her pussy.  They moved so
close together that their swollen labias met.  Yamin used her vaginal power
to push the tiny man's body out of her sex, straight into Sayit's wide open
cunt.
   Sayit relaxed for a while and enjoyed the delightful sensations of the
terrified man's useless struggle deep inside her.  Them she returned the
favour and squeezed him out of her, into Yamin again.  They both caressed
their own nipples for increased pleasure.  No one spoke a word, but their
eyes often met.
   They traded him between them for a long time, carefully making sure he
had some air to breathe every now and then, so that he wouldn't suffocate.
At least not yet.  As usual, Sayit was the first one to climax.  She always
came in rapid, violent bursts.  -Careful, Sayit, her friend reminded her.
It wouldn't be the first time Sayit came so hard she squashed whatever she
was playing with.  But this time she was fully aware of her body's every
movement, even during that mind-blowing orgasm.
   The following minutes, she concentrated on giving her friend as great
pleasure as she herself had felt.  It took some time, but the man was still
alive and kicking in there.  Yamin started crying quietly, as she always
did when she had a long, sweet orgasm.  -It's alright, love.  You can do
it, Yamin, Sayit whispered.  And Yamin did.  She let go of everything
except that wonderful inner quake, and tightened her body.  The sudden
pressure made the tiny man try to thrust his tormented body back and forth,
except there was absolutely no room to move.  Yamin's next squeeze broke
several of his ribs.  The next one made his body spasm uncontrollably and
his kicking feet, the only part of his body that remained outside Yamin's
delicate cunt, touched Sayit's blood-filled clitoris repeatedly and sent
her tumbling into orgasm paradise once again.  They came bestially together
this time.  Yamin lost the last remains of control and screamed like a
wounded animal when she gave her toy the death squeeze.
   THE END (for now) There may be more chapters of this story, but only if
I receive some feedback.  If you liked it - let me know.  You can be as
specific as you like.  Maybe a request?  Anyway, no response means no more
chapters, so it's up to you.  Bye!
   joergen63@yahoo.com
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