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Gulliver's Torture I awoke in in my own tiny quarters. My body was sore all over, bruised and beaten by the queen's magnificent hand. I sat up in my bed, and looked for Glumdalclitch, but her bed was empty, and her shoes were gone. It was late afternoon, and the sunlight pierced through the giant. I was horrified. What the Queen had done reminded me of something horrible that was never related in my original memoirs. When I was in Lilliput, I befriended three peasant brothers, they were loud, obnoxious and lots of fun. No one else in that city made me laugh harder. But they were sick of Lilliput. Towards the end of my visit, the oldest approached me and asked me a question. "Gulliver," he asked. "Are the women where you come from as big as you?" "Yes," I replied, and I almost laughed at the wondrous expression that alighted upon their tiny faces. It was the youngest brother's idea. "We want to leave with you Gulliver!" he shouted. I argued with them for hours, but if you would have known them, you would have seen how persuasive they were. Besides, I would be a regular at London Court with these tiny fellows in tow. So I smuggled them out of Lilliput, each securely sewed against the inside of my shirt. Little did I know I would be landing in Brobdingnag instead of England. I was shocked at the giant peasant's home to find them still alive. They were easy to feed and take care of. They were safe until Glumdalclitch left me alone with the Maids of Honor. I was setting astride the frolicsome girl's nipple when I felt them kicking and screaming and biting at me to let them out and see the big women. The brothers slipped out of their slings and crawled up my neck on my shoulders to stare open mouthed at the breast that must have been the size of the world for them. "Get back inside!" I yelled. "Who are you yelling at," the girl started, then squealed, "Ewwww! Bugs!" She flicked me off her nipple and I fell, but quickly landed in two massive hands cupped together. The brothers clung tightly to my neck in horror. I looked up to see the oldest of the maids, still much younger staring down at me with lascivious eyes. "NO!" I shouted, standing in her palm. She treated me like a creature, and I shuddered to think of how she would treat the poor Lilliputians. "These are people!" The oldest's name was Yukka. She stood like a tower in front of me in her smock. Yukka was mildly plump and had an enormous bottom. She raised her hand to me, frowning. The brothers were running in the trench. The youngest was on his knees, vomiting from the stench of her hand. "The tiny bugmen are cute, but they think that I am stinky." Yukka raised her palm close to her gargantuan nose, and the three Lilliputians became swallowed by the shadow of her nostril. She sniffed lightly, but not light enough. The youngest was sucked up into her left nostril in an instant. Yukka stopped breathing for a moment, and dug into her nose with her tree-sized finger. She reached around for a while in her nose, oblivious to the screams and grief of the remaining brothers. Finally she scraped out a nauseous ball of dried phlegm the size of a boulder. She held it on the tip of her finger up to her face, and even I could see that the tiny Lilliputian was alive, struggling in the gruesome mess. With a grunt, Yukka looked around the chamber, and smeared the mess onto the top cleaning cloth on the pile beside the chamber pot. "What are you doing!'" I screamed. "Those are people!" Yukka squeezed her huge lips together and blew me a kiss. With her left hand, she carefully placed the two remaining brother on the tips of her index and middle finger of her right hand. "You're cute little bugs, but my hands are not stinky." Yukkas eyelids closed halfway, and her pitch black eyes glazed over. She lightly pressed the tips of her fingers to her lips, and looked at me. "Your little pets are bad and rude." She grinned. "They must be punished. I am stinky someplaces." She lifted the back of her smock with her left hand and turned around before I could begin to shriek. Her buttocks pushed out behind her hundreds and hundreds of feet, and the cleft between them was darker and deeper than any alley in London. She licked the tips of her fingers, gluing the two shrieking brothers to the tips, and slowly pressed them deep between the cheeks of her dark and gigantic buttocks. The nipple I was sitting on became stiff, and the girl's hand was stroking her crotch. Yukka groaned and spluttered as she shoved her fingers and my friends terribly deep into her bunghole. Her crack was so deep, I could only see the wrist of her hands. She farted several times, and the stench became unbearable. Finally, Yukka stood straight, and her buttocks pressed tight against each other as she pulled her fingers out of her arsehole. She turned around and stared at me, but kept theback of her smock raised up. "Your friends are so tiny, splacknuck," she said, disappointed. "I cannot feel them." She smelled her fingertips, wrinkling her nose, and backed up towards the chamberpot. I noticed that the chamber was now crowded with ten giant Brobdingnagian women. All of them stared open-mouthed at Yukka. I looked at the cleaning cloth, and saw the last Lilliputian had struggled free. He was creeping away. But he was too late. As Yukka bent her knees and squatted over the chamberpot, she caught his movement from the corner of her eye. She giggled, her gargantuan buttocks over the chamberpot, and casually swiped at the tiny man. He fell into the chamberpot, and she grunted with satisfaction as she sat hard on the chamberpot, her buttocks making a loud slapping noise. I was shocked to see her face flush with pleasure, as if she were fooling around in the hay with some peasant. She opened her legs and smiled down in the pot. She pointed down there and waved at the youngest brother as veins stood out on her neck and she began to defecate, wriggling her buttocks against the seat the whole time. I'm so sorry, I thought. I'm so sorry. The horrible memory was interrupted when I heard breathing in my quarters. Immediately I smelled the horrible breath of the Dwarf. Quigaluck's terrible face rose like a bad moon from beside my bed.
Quigaluck's monstrous face rose above the side of my tiny bed like a bad moon. He was gibbering, and greenish fluid seeped out of his lumpy nose. Before I could protest, one of his stumpy hands grabbed me. He squeezed me tight, and the pressure was agonizing. His breath began to hitch. "You, splacknuck," he growled. "You are going to be punished. I'm not the only one to be punished. The Queen had me flogged in the courtyard, again! Because of a bug like you! I hate her! And I know that she's fond of you." His murky eyes lit up. "She would never want any harm to come to you." I managed to shout. "You'll only get flogged again, Quigaluck. And worse, now that you have revealed your treasonous hate!" I was shocked by own bravery. Desperation crept across my fading vision. "Please! You're killing me! Let me go!" Quigaluck looked startled. The pressure eased, but I fell limp in the brute's hand, unconscious. A long, yellowish nail prodded my side, and I woke to find myself sprawled out on a cool, glasslike surface. Rising up from unconsciousness, everything was muddled and confused. I was in the center of a circular area about 75 feet in diameter. The edges of the circle curved up into white walls that rose twice the width of the chamber. I moved away from the finger and looked up to see Quigaluck's wretched face staring down at me through the circular opening at the top of the chamber. Sunlight from a enourmous window splashed down into the depths of the chamber. I saw that evening was approaching in the land of Brobdingnag. I knew that there was only one such grand window in the palace that revealed the glory of the sinking sun, but my battered mind could not place it. I struggled to my feet and monstrous dwarf grinned down at me. "Where am I?" I asked, staring up at him. His gruesome face mocked confusion. "You don't know? Oh, you've been to this place, but you're the first person to be inside it!" He laughed. "I better leave now. I don't want the Queen to find me here." He laughed again and turned away. "Where am I?" I yelled, and my pathetic shout bounced around the chamber. Either Quigaluck did not hear or did not care, for his shadow departed, allowing the sunlight to fall fully upon me. I walked to the left and caught sight of something that made me shiver with terror. Towering to the right of the giant opened roof of the chamber was the right arm of a chair. The arm was elaborately carved with a huge panther. The Queen's symbol. Frantically, I ran to the right and stretched my neck to see another arm with the same carving. And on a gargantuan table beyond the left arm rested a pile of cleaning cloths. I fell to my knees. I was in the Queen's rooms. I was in the Queen's chamberpot. I forced myself to my feet once again and rushed to the curving sides of the chamberpot, tried to clamber up the smooth sides, but I slid back down with a sickening squelch. The room shook. Somebody was coming into the room. "Glumdalclitch, my darling," the Queen said. "Where is little splacknuck? I've looked all over for him." "I'm here!" I screamed. "I'm down here!" "I don't know, my Queen," Glumdalclitch said. "I'm terribly worried." "Don't be worried. Go to your chambers, now. I'm sure you'll find him in his bed." "Yes, my Queen." I heard the doors shut. Then her massive shoesteps as she walked over towards her bed. The bed creaked under her ungodly weight, and it sounded as if she were slipping off her shoes. There was another loud sound, and I couldn't forget the sound of flatulence. "My Queen! Quigaluck put me down here! Can you hear me!" A drawer opened and closed. "There you are, my little king," she said. "You're a bad little king, and the Queen gets what she wants." I began to shriek when I heard the soft sound of her bare feet smacking the hardwood floor towards my terrible prison. Soon her colossal body blocked out the sunlight. A small wooden figure carved in the likeness of the King rested in her palm, and she was talking to it. The Queen wore the same robe as I remembered from the morning, and her boulder-size nipples were angrily pushing out from beneath the cloth. "My Queen! My queen!" I screeched futilely. My voice was close to leaving me. As she talked to the tiny figure, the Queen untied the rope around her waist with her other hand. "This is my throne, my little king," she said crazily to the wooden figure. "You must worship my huge buttocks while I defecate all over you." The robe fell to her feet, and her glorious, terrible body towered above me. Her massive breasts were a creamy black, and the nipples were darker than her shadow. She placed the wooden figure between her breasts and squeezed the mammoth things together, and groaned as she slowly grinded them together in lazy circular motions.
The Queen slowly stood up straight, hundreds of feet above me and turned around. I was both delighted and horrified by the sight of her giant, black buttocks. Yukka had an enormous behind, but the Queen was a gorgeous woman. She wasn't plump like the Maid, and her bottom was just as big but more round and shapely. The two enormous cheeks pressed together along a crack that looked to be fathoms deep. She backed up and I stood frozen in terror as she began to sit upon the chamberpot. The dark cheeks of her buttocks began to spread as she sat down, but she did it slowly, enthralled with her fantasy but unaware that it was no longer a fantasy. I stared up as all light was erased by this gargantuan woman's buttocks. It must have minutes for her bubble cheeks to land on the pot, and minutes for those huge buttocks to spread all the way above my tiny body. She landed with a sigh, and I fell on my back, unable to move, as I gazed at her incredible anus hovering over me. It was black as her wicked soul, and I saw the wooden figure lodged halfway in her bunghole. Her sphincter clenched and unclenched, and I was assaulted by the unwashed stench of her behind. A huge rumble shook the chamberpot, and she sighed as a thunderous fart spat out the figurine. The tiny wooden king fell, clattering beside my paralyzed body. I began to get nauseous as her gas poisoned the air. It was getting hot. "OOhh. That felt so good. I love to feel you in my bunghole, my little King." Suddenly a sliver of light came down into my prison. The Queen has shifted her buttocks further back on the chamberpot. Her giant loins, awry with a forest of kinky, ebony hair were moist with desire. She spread her legs, and I saw her enormous face looking down into the pot for her toy. She shoved her giant hand between her legs, and I watched as her fingers rubbed her vagina and she poked her index finger into her anus. The hand came to the bottom of the pot, dancing around, looking for her little wooden king. I stood up, bursting with new hope. Her long fingers felt along and found my body. Immediately they grasped me. The Queen gasped and she pulled me out of the chamberpot. I rose quickly out of the gaseous heat, past her huge breasts, to her surprised face. "Splacknuck, how did you get in there?" "It was Quigaluck. He--" "Do you like my giant, black buttocks?' she interrupted. Her full lips curled into an obscene grin and her eyelashes fluttered. "You're so pale and small. I don't like playing with a hard, wooden toy!" She rubbed my terrified body between the pads of her thumb and forefinger. "You're so soft and warm. Are you white like that all over? Let me see." I struggled but her strong fingers easily ripped my clothes off. She threw my clothes down into the chamberpot. Her grip on me abruptly tightened as another fart exploded from her giant anus. She smiled slightly, her eyes half-lidded. She licked her lips and pressed me against her wet lips. "I can't hold it any longer. Holding me between her thumb and two fingers, she lifted her gargantuan right buttock off the lid of the chamberpot. I tried to scream as I was shoved between the Queen's giant, black buttocks. She slowly dragged my body up ad down the long cleft, then pushed me against her anus. The skin was hot and slimy and smelled of feces. I kicked and screamed andshe just groaned and pressed me headfirst into the her huge bunghole, pushing me in with slow but tight circular motions. Soon her finger retreated and I was enveloped by her rectum. It was hot and slimy with a film. She farted several times, but the gas just pushed by me with squealing sounds, I was lodged too tight. Then the Queen's huge body began to writhe and shudder. I opened my eyes just in time to see a giant piece of fecal matter moving towards me. I heard a loud sound outside, and it was the Queen screaming with pleasure. The feces collided with my tiny body, smearing around me, finally forcing me towards her sphincter, squeezing me out of her anus. I hung for what seemed forever, encased in the Queen's waste, from her bunghole, staring down at the bottom of the chamberpot. The Queen sighed with pleasure and wiggled her buttocks, and I fell with a gross smack against the bottom of her chamberpot. At the bottom, I was imprisoned by a huge turd, only my face exposed, and I was forced to look straight up at the Giant Brobdingnagian Queen's colossal buttocks. She gazed down at me through the triangle between her legs, bent over, a look of strain mixed with pleasure, her heaving bosom smashed between her chest and thighs. "Little splacknuck," she whimpered with pleasure, between groans. "I like this a lot." And I prayed for the damnation of Quigaluck as the Giant Queen smiled as she continued to defecate upon me. |
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