Women of the 3rd Millennium By Banfield  The introduction

Women of the 3rd Millennium By Banfield  The introduction

Women of the 3rd Millennium By

Banfield

The introduction:

A remarkable change had occurred during the past millennium. Perhaps more

sinister than remarkable.

Soon after the turn of the 21st Century, a worldwide nuclear conflict broke out

involving all the major powers. The force of the nuclear explosions had

destroyed countless humans and animals alike. They also caused some inexplicable

peculiarity to the human metabolism and chromosomes. These defects created much

smaller and feeble males, and yet did not affect the female. They were born

perfectly normal and developed into startling creatures with no defects

whatsoever - even the common disabili- ties prevalent in the previous

millenniums. So there are two outstanding results caused by the nuclear

fall-outs; and thirdly, all those countries responsible were, quite simply,

raised by their own petard. It

did, however, cease all hostilities. No longer could the braying menfolk rattle

sabres or flex their

muscles, nor indeed, be any further threat to worldwide peace. After all, who

could possibly take

notice of heads of state ranting and raging at only six to twelve inches high?

Yet another phenomenon was that women who were able to become pregnant, actually

gave birth to single females, whereas, in the case of males, the births were

multiple - all tiny creatures and as many as fifteen in some instances. The male

babies, being so numerous and minute, were always taken to special centres where

they were put into individual glass containers and bred therein until they

reached their normal age of puberty. Once at that stage, their semen was

extracted and the fluid placed in refrigeration, later used for continual

research and artificial insemination purposes.

In those early days, the unfortunate donors, having then become redundant, were

sold to the superior females as pets and playthings. Of course, as a result of

the multiple births, there came a glut of these novelties, so the staff of the

centres, all female, had to dispose the large surplus. Many were thrown alive

into the incinerators or cast down the lavatory pans and casually flushed away.

That practice was stopped when it was discovered that those stunted males of

between six to twelve inches were exceed- ingly nutricious and an excellent

substitute for the various kinds of meat that had become so terribly scarce and

even non-existent.

The number of those small males gradually became so numerous and plentiful and

the females so casual by that plenteous supply, the devouring of them was

accepted as normal, everyday food that was once eaten back in the previous

centuries. It was not uncommon in countries like China to see a group of pretty

girls sitting at a table in a crowded cafe with a bowl or two piled with tiny

naked males squirming about like live prawns. The girls, laughing and chatting,

chopsticks in hand, selecting a nice plump minikin and raising it to her open

lips on the ends of their chopsticks and quite imperturbably nibble bits off or,

as may be the case, depending on its size, pop the whole wriggling specimen into

the mouth and cheerfully chew it up alive.

Many hundreds of those malformed males were, out of sympathy, cast out into the

streets and fields of that locality to fend for themselves. Perhaps with the

hope that they could join up and form a community. When this occurred there was

usually a crowd of girls waiting, just as sea-gulls gathered about a

fishing-boat of yesteryear, or vultures above a stricken beast in some desert.

Not only schoolgirls hunted those unfortunate midgets. Older females were very

partial. Like their younger counterparts, such women took great sport with their

finds.

A woman found a tiny male, age unknown. She hurriedly took him to where she

lived. She kept him in a small cage, one of many women have in their houses or

flats. She had to wait in this instance for her menstration to finish. She

didn't mind how big he was, six or twelve inches, it made no difference for what

she had in mind. One thing was certain, though, the small, doll-like creature

knew he was in for an unpleasant ordeal.

As soon as she was ready, about a week after her period, she carefully inserted

him into her vagina and told to masturbate and impregnate her. Promises were

given, as always, that he would be spared if he obeyed her wishes, but seldom

kept. This captured specimen satisfied his captress but instead of being

released, was used vigorously as a dildo and then left in her vagina to slowly

perish - either by choking, drowning, suffocation or very slowly dissolving in

her fluids. To prevent him from escaping from his fleshy prison she donned a

pair of tight-fitting knickers.

Many women desired to be impregnated in this manner. They seldom visited the

National Sperm Clinics because of its sanitised surroundings and lack of sexual

stimulation. Some women resort to using several males between their periods to

ensure their pregnancies; and there are countless females of all ages and walks

in life who put these creatures inside themselves only to provide sexual

satisfact- ion. Orgies for that purpose are arranged for couples and any amount

of females, and in many cases, it isn't only the vagina that receives those

luckless little men on those occasions. It is recorded that count- less females

from schoolgirls to those of much older years, obtain the most exquisite orgasms

by simply thrusting a male inside and lying relaxed, feeling the desperate

struggles like moths caught in a spider's web, and to hear the victim's frantic

screams as the vaginal muscles squeeze and the fluids begin the dissolution.

It's quite common knowledge that younger women use their tampons to ram the

individual much deeper inside, oft times right into the uterus. Always so

stimulating and immensely satisfying. The females learned, over the years, the

certain controls they possessed... certain muscles that had never been

recognised that could suction the body in, hold it or squeeze it at will. The

same methods were discovered in the rectal orifice as well, and consequently

used in unison with the other.

So these wretched, miniscule males had one or the other fate to endure by the

female. Most certainly the case of turning the tide.

The story:

Two girls, both about 16, were out huntingon their own. Before, it was usually

with a gang. Because of the insurmountable dominance that now prevailed, the

mode of dress was at their liking. No longer were females restricted by manmade

morals or afraid of being targeted by would-be rapists. There were now no longer

men capable of such heinous crimes - apart from insolently peering up under

skirts and refusing to obey the most intimate services.

The skirts and dresses are made up from as-yet unknown material and quite

immodestly short by today's standards. The tops are similarly revealing - female

breasts blatantly exposed depending on their self-support. It also became

fashionable to wear loin-cloths after the ancient redskin mode, and without

underwear...knickers and such unless, of course, the wearer is having her

periods.

The two girls were very attractive and possessed marvellous breasts. Not

overlarge but proudly firm. Again, no bras which would be superfluous.

The two beauties, for this they were, with splendid legs, their feet shod in

ultra-modern running shoes, loved hunting the miniature males - especially white

males. Anything else are ignored or stamped to death. It was such fun whenever

such girls came across the foreign types, to slowly grind then under foot or

heel, often starting at the feet and then on up until only the heads are left

uncrushed. Girls find it hilarious to crunch the head and hear the crack as one

would with a cob nut. The sound, the feel and the spurting of grey matter is

such a thrill and amusement.

They crouched by some bushes near a Sperm Clinic. As soon as a number of

exhausted specimens were thrown out they dashed forward to gather as many as

they could, each carrying containers like cat baskets. It was really quite easy

to catch those malformed little men, but some were able to escape by finding

hiding places. Better an unknown fate than the certainty of fearful torture in

the hands of those predators.

It was Leola who spotted the first prey. She crept up to him stealthily and gave

him a vicious kick sending him flying through the air. He hit a wall, but before

she could pick him up a feral cat sprang from nowhere, snatched him in her jaws

and carried him away into some undergrowth. The girls and the other fugitives

heard the wretched fellow's screams as the cat began to eat him.

'Better luck next time,' Vicky said with a grin. Leola gave a grunt and swore at

the cat. They continued the hunt for the rest. It did not take long before

another was spotted. He was kicked by Vicky who then ran to catch him. He was

found to have broken his leg and was stunned. Vicky put him into her bag. The

next manikin was kicked by Leola, but unfortunately she caught his head which

was ripped from his body. Little spurts of blood flew into the air both from his

torso and the little head itself.

'O damn, damn!' Vicky squealed and stamped furiously on the decapitated body

sending more spurts of blood from under her shoe. The girls, not really adept at

hunting small men, found that all had scattered, but, by luck, on their part,

they found two young manikins. The unfortunates did not stand a chance to

escape. They were fenced in by a brick wall, far too high to scale. They stared

in terror as the two giantesses closed in, their long legs soaring up like

colossal pillars, each pair fringed by their short skirts like pelmets. They ran

in opposite directions but were easily picked up and thrust into an empty bag

carried by Leola. The search went on, both girls in a feverish state like

starving vultures. Three more were caught up making the total catch six, but

some of them were badly injured due to the clumsy capture.

It was Leola's house they were taken to and, once inside, were put into a

custom-made glass case that stood on the bedside table. The girls then went to

the bathroom and took a shower together, their voices carrying to the captives'

ears, as well as the girlish giggles. When they reappeared they were stark

naked, their bodies all aglow with the pinkness of the hot shower, their faces

alight with aroused excite- ment.

Heedless of the frightened eyes watching from the glass prison, they flopped

onto the huge bed and began passionate love-making as decreed by the dictates of

Sappho - their libidos aroused by the evening's success and the anticipation of

the little prisoners' fate.

Lovingly they kissed, their tongues darting into each other's mouths, their

hands caressing and fondling one another's breasts, thighs and haunches. Their

young naked bodies twisted and turned, their firm legs intertwined. Leola then

laid herself flat on her back with her knees bent and spread wide apart. Vicky

recognised the significance of her girlfriend's pose and delightfully sprang

upon her belly throwing one leg over Leola's head. For a while she gazed down at

the juncture of Leola's thighs before lowering herself and dipping her head to

the core of her lover's sex.

Girlish grunts, soft moans and gasps of pleasure arose as both girls lavished

sensuous kisses on each other's throbbing vulvas and impassioned clits. All the

six could do was watch and wait as the two pretty girls indulged themselves in

the throes of lesbianism, seeing one girl's firm buttocks quite close and then

the other as they changed about. The air was filled with their bodily aromas as

they squirmed and jerked with heady delight and rapturous cries.

At long last the girls fell apart blissfully satiated, their bodies covered with

a sheen of perspiration, their pubic hairs glistening with droplets of saliva

and milky-white emissions. They dozed for a while as they descended from their

euphoric ecstasy.

Leola was first to recover, her left hand placed over her pudenda with one

finger gently massaging her swollen labia and tiny clitoris. She turned her head

and reached out to the glass prison. She lifted the lid and selected one of the

naked occupants. He was about six inches and one of the injured. He shouted as

she lifted him up and carried him to her lips. She gazed at him dreamily and

playfully pursed her lips. Holding him between finger and thumb about his upper

torso she opened her mouth to reveal the sinister cavern with the double curved

row of glistening teeth. She extended her tongue to just give him a touch then

she laid her curly-haired head back on the pillow and slowly, agonizingly for

him, lowered him down, gazing at him with those twinkling, mischievous eyes of

hers. Lower and lower he went until two to three inches of him was inside her

mouth, his bare feet began beating on her tongue. She giggled and closed her

lips around his hips. He felt her tongue push aside his wriggling legs and reach

for his genitals. Even with terror filling his heart his penis reacted to her

tongue-tip as it played with it.

Skilfully and adroitly, Leola wriggled her tongue until the midget's penis

became fully erect. She curled her tongue around it and around his thighs adding

to the excitement by flicking her tongue up and over his tiny bottom. It did the

trick. He gave out a sensuous gasp. As soon as the girl felt the first spurt she

snapped her teeth. The look of ecstasy on his face suddenly turned to horror. A

tiny scream penetrated the silence as he felt the girl's sharp teeth cutting

into his waist and snapping through his lower spine. Down below, Leola's free

hand worked busily as she commenced chewing on his legs, her fingers delved deep

into her young vagina. Beside her, Vicky was blissfully masturbating. She heard

the squeal and opened her eyes and watched idly the gruesome spectacle. She gave

a low moan as her best friend snapped her teeth again to take the rest of his

lower body.

Leola then lifted the remainder of the mini-man, blood spewing from his body as

she happily masticated the lower half. She quickly swallowed and sent the upper

half into her mouth up to his neck. A quick snap severed the head from from his

body and her jaws began their deadly work.

By then, Vicky was jerking with the result of her orgasm. Leola gave moans of

epicurean pleasure as she mashed up the upper half, the sounds of his bones

being crunched distinctly audible.

The remaing five midgets watched aghast as their fellow prisoner disappeared

from sight when Leola popped the head into her mouth and began sucking it like a

boiled sweet, then there came an ominous crack as her teeth split the cranium.

'Mmm...darling, was that nice?' murmured Vicky.

'Mmm...delicious...there was a bit of a taste of bitterness, but only a little.

Want one now?'

Vicky gave an assenting grunt: 'Wouldn't mind.'

Leola reached out creating a panic among the five disraught mini-men, all trying

desperately to avoid being selected. Leola's fingers moved among them. She

caught one who quickly slipped out of her grasp. The noise of their terror made

her laugh. It was amusing, feeling their bodies rush from side to side in the

glass prison. She then seized one, her finger and thumb gripping him fast. This

one won't get away, she thought maliciously. He struggled furiously as he was

lifted. His compatriots fell back with relief, it would be silly to try and save

him lest they themselves get caught. However, they watched their fellow victim

being hoisted up to his terrible fate. One or two of them screamed obscenities

at the girls, adding curses, but it was all in vain and only amused the two

ogresses the more.

Vicky waited expectantly, licking her lips in anticipation.

'Just a minute,' murmured Leola. She took the wriggling man downwards, he

watched as he passed over her breasts, her belly and then found himself staring

at the sprinkling of pubic hair at the base of her abdomen. Leola spread her

legs and placed his head aganst her plump labia. She gripped him firmly and

began rubbing his head up and down, then, with a thrust, pushed his head into

her vulva.

She held him there for a number of minutes allowing him to breathe and soak in

her emissions. She then removed him and proffered the head to Vicky. The girl

made a noise, then exclaimed: 'It's all wet and sticky!' Leola smiled

mischievously. 'It's from me, silly. Go on, taste it.' She pushed the head

closer to Vicky's lips. The girl opened her mouth and closed her full lips over

it. She moistened her mouth with saliva and began sucking the viscid fluid with

relish, her eyes gazing at her girlfriend's. The wretched fellow suffered the

agony of her mouth, her tongue and slimy substance until her felt the sharp

edges of her incisors grip his neck. For those few moments left for him he

stared in the darkness visualising the horror of the girl's throat, recalling

the fate of his erstwhile companion. At once his body began jerking and his

limbs thrashing wildly, but it was only for a brief moment. At Leola's urging,

Vicky bit savagely. First his head and then portions of his body eventually

slipped down that awesome well and took the long journey to her stomach to be

broken up into minute particles and then be mixed with her gastric fluids and

thereafter become absorbed into her young body.

Leola then stretched out her hand and there was a scramble to avoid being

plucked out. Her delicate fingers felt the creatures darting about, those with

broken limbs and unable to manoeuvre being almost trampled underfoot. She caught

one and brought it out wriggling desperately and screaming for mercy.

She asked Vicky if she fancied another. Her friend said she would, so Vicky

passed her the one she had in her fingers and dipped her hand again to pick the

fourth victim. That one was simple. He was disabled and unable to move..

Together, the two young and pretty ogresses simultaneously held their frantic

victims above their open mouths. One girl extended her tongue and waggled it

teasingly. The mini-man stared down in terror as the glistening pink feeler

reached out towards him touching his feet. He saw with trepidation the great

gaping cavern, the curving tongue sweeping down like a red carpet leading to the

ominous dark tunnel of the pharynx and thence to the gullet. She moistened her

mouth and began lowering him down.

'Please!' he squealed, 'No, no, have some mercy! I don't want to die that way!

Kill me first!'

She halted his downward drop for a moment and grinned. 'Go on, beg for mercy. I

like hearing you cry. It makes me feel all funny. Would you like to go up my

cunt instead, or maybe my bum? It'll take much longer like that, you know, but

I'll still eat you. I don't care.' She then noticed his crooked leg: 'Ooooh...so

you've got a broken leg! That's sad. Not much good for you really. Here, I'll

help you...'

She took hold of the leg and quite callously ripped it away from his hip. With a

big grin she popped it into her mouth and chewed it up. 'Mmm...that's nice. Oh

dear, you've only got one leg now. That's not any use now, is it? Never mind...'

She took the remaining leg and cruelly ripped it from him, his screams were

shrill and he punched and pummelled her hand gripping him. A frown came over her

pretty face. 'Hmm...I 'spect you'd love to be big and beat me up, wouldn't you,

poor tiny creature. Well, you won't, so there. Let's see now...mmm..I think this

one...' She brought the legless mini-man...a lad really, about the same age as

herself, to her mouth. She parted her lips, bared her teeth and closed them over

his upper-right arm. She snapped her teeth and the bit savagely through the

humerus just below the shoulder joint, the crack and splinter of the bone was

drowned by his cries. 'You know,' she said as shew masticated the limb, 'It's so

much more nicer to eat you little boys while alive. You do make the nicest

noises. Ah, look at your tears...let me...' She extended her tongue and daintily

licked at the tear- drops trickling down his cheeks. She gave the final swallow

and sadistically engulfed his last remaining limb. A quick bite and he was

limbless. She crunched the bones with her molars and all the time gazed happily

into his weeping eyes. He managed to speak regardless of his wretched state:

'For pity's sake, kill me now and make an end!'

She studied him with an amused twinkle in her eyes. 'I'm surprised you're not

dead now! Well, you're not, and I've got just one more thing..........'

Years previously, sweet-shops used to sell "jelly babies." small, inch or so

figures of a soft confectionary substance that little girls loved to buy or were

given as treats by doting mothers. It was always fun to nip off the heads first

or perhaps the teeny feet and work upwards. Sometimes the whole figure would be

popped in the mouth and it would be deliciously mashed up. In Germany and

neighbouring countries, chocolate figures were awfully popular in top

restaurants - especially for the ladies at the conclusion of the evening meal.

They were amazingly lifelike and explicitly detailed, the figures ranged from

babies to adults, males and females. The customers were delighted and took their

time to eat the chocolate desserts as they chatted and laughed.

Now it's for real, but only males that are devoured, and only by females.

The girl lifted the poor chap above her mouth which caught the dripping blood

from his hips and shoulders. Her eyes focussed on his dangling genitals. She

ignored his pleas, immersed as she was with her next devious plan. Of course he

was aware what was in store for him. It was so painfully obvious. She shot a

quick glance at her girlfriend beside her. The other girl was happily playing

with little victim, rubbing his face in her hairless armpit, getting him to lick

her sharp-tasting sweat. The former girl then brought the maleness down and took

them between her sharp teeth, but she played with them awhile with her lips and

tongue - not expecting any arousal, then, with a snap, she severed the tiny

genitals, swished them about in her mouth then began the chewing, and she did

so, she uttered little mewing sounds to accompany the agonised squeals of her

victim and those coming from her friend and her plaything. Afterwards, she gave

the chap his urgent wish. She put his head between her teeth. There came one

last screech within her mouth, a crunch as his neckbone split followed by the

fragmentation of his skull.

A low rumbling issued from the girls' stomachs as the consumed flesh was slowly

digested into the bellies. Their strong muscles commenced to knead and squash

the pieces of mini-men into a creamy pulp in preparation for their journey to

the first part of the small intestines.

'Look,' laughed Vicky, holding the last little prisoner by his feet. He was the

smallest of them, only about three inches. Lying flat on the bed she took him

down to introduce his features to the dribbling crack of her quim. She thought

of inserting him altogether but only wet his face with the leaking fluid, then

carried him slowly away over her belly. She playfully presented his face to each

of her pink nipples before taking him to her gaping mouth. Leola watched with a

grin as Vicky very slowly lowered the frenzied boy headfirst into her yawning

maw, her tongue lolling out to welcome him. His head, twisting and turning,

entered the humid cave to be followed by the rest of his body. He screamed and

tried with his outstretched hands to hold him- self from going further, his eyes

staring madly at the ominous dark hole beckoning him. He scrabbled and groped at

the slippery walls and her back teeth to find a hold, but it was to no avail.

Vicky closed her mouth trapping him and then jockeyed him about with her tongue.

She smiled keeping her lips sealed as she began swallowing him. It took some

effort due to his violent struggles but, little by little he slithered down her

throat.

'Hey!' exclaimed Leola, 'I can see him!' Vicky's throat bulged somewhat as the

screaming little fellow slid down the girl's gullet.

'Oh golly, golly,' sighed the girl, 'I can actually feel him inside me! He's

still alive. It's super!'

'Yes, I know,' smiled Leola, 'I've done it lots of times. It can take a long

time before he's... you know.'

' Oh, golly-gosh! What must it be like...in someone's tummy? Do you think he'll

drown or suffocate?'

'Oh, probably,' smiled Leola, 'But I do know he'll very slowly get sort of

dissolved, probably before he dies. You can feel him...' She quickly placed her

ear on her girlfriend's abdomen and listened intently. She gave a sound: 'Ah!'

as she felt something beneath the soft surface. 'He's going mad in there, Vicky!

Can you feel him?'

'Mmmm...yes, I can! It's funny...making me all tingly in there!'

'Do you feel a bit sorry for him?' asked Leola, still with her ear pressed on

Vicky's stomach.

'Not really,' came the disinterested reply, 'It's just jolly good fun. I'd like

to do it again.'

'Haven't got any more.'

'Hasn't your mummy got some?'

'Well, yes, but she'll be awfully cross if we pinch hers.'

'Oh, come on, just one each.'

'Oh, all right then.'

Quietly and stealthily, Leola crept into her sleeping mother's room and with the

aid of a torch located the extra large glass case. There must have been a dozen

in there of different sizes from two to eight or nine inches. All had been

sprayed with a sleeping powder to keep them quiet for the night. Leola selec-

ted two at about 6 inches. They were both unaware of being picked up. She

hurriedly slipped back to where Vicky was waiting eagerly, spread out on the

double bed.

'Got 'em,' she said softly. Vicky smiled, 'Goody!' then she said: 'Leola, I've

been thinking. Have you got some of that hair lacquer left? I've got a super

idea.'

'Yes, but...?'

'Get it. I'll shew you,' said Vicky with a diabolical grin and sat on the edge

of the bed. As Leola looked for the hair spray, Vicky plucked several long

strands of hair from her scalp. With the hairs she bound each little male as

they were beginning to awaken. She then took the hair-spray from her friend and

squirted the lacquer over the figures one at a time. In a few minutes both

mini-men had stiffened, all that is, apart from the heads.

'How about that then?' Vicky exclaimed grinning from ear to pretty ear.

'I say!' gasped Leola, 'do I think what you're thinking...that we use them

for...?'

'Yes, darling,' giggled Vicky, 'Like lovely stiff pricks...dildos!'

Leola gave a short gasp: 'Absolutely fabulous!'

The scene, as witnessed from above, was quite decadent. Two awfully pretty

girls, long-limbed, slim but exquisitely shaped, lying side by side naked. Their

faces were turned to each other and their rose- bud lips touched, parting

occasionally to allow their tongues to enter and dally and share their saliva.

Casting one's eyes downwards one could see, held in hand, the unfortunate human

"dildos" being used to rub and titillate their young quims.

The wretched figures, stiffened, were now fully awake. Tiny squeals arose from

the girls' groins as they endured the punishing rubbing over the soft, resilient

pudendas. Gradually, the rubbing grew harder and slowly their heads were

inserted into the fleshy portals of the labias. Further and further their heads

penetrated the dark, slimy threshold, the walls of the vulva closing in with a

hungry embrace

The jerking, pistoning movements then commenced...the in and out motions

increasing in speed. Both little fellows were forced to swallow the quantities

of thick, jelloid fluid as they were plunged back and forth. The girls

themselves reached dizzying heights of sexual delight, raining heady kisses upon

each other's swollen lips, their tongues playing havoc with one another's.

Suddenly, Leola wrenched her human dildo from her ravenous vagina. His head and

body covered with her viscid emissions.

'I want mine up...my...' she gasped, and flopped on her back bringing her knees

up to her chest. She held the figure tightly positioning its head at her tight

anus.

The entry was difficult at first, the small aperture refusing to expand. The

squeals from the victim sounded so pitiful but were heartlessly ignored. What

hope that tiny male had of not being thrust in that most distasteful orifice was

dashed when, upon a determined effort, the girl relaxed her anal muscle as if

relieving her bowel. He felt his head squeezing inexorably into the rubbery

aperture, the sphinter tightly enclosing around him like a rubber vice.

Millimetre by millimetre he was forced into her anus, his shoulders taking more

effort; but once past he went in much smoother and with comparative ease.

The whole of his body from head to his thighs was clamped firmly by the rectal

canal. With his limbs bound with Vicky's hair strands and stiffened with the

hair fiative, he was quite immobile, the perfect dildo. Leola relaxed from the

effort of inserting him, feeling his only his head shifting about. She stared up

at the ceiling, her lips formed into an O as she played with her quim, enticing

her clitoris out to play. Every so often she squeezed her plump pert bottocks to

feel the human object inside her rectum

then gasped as her libido reacted with tiny sensations heralding her oncoming

orgasm.

Vicky became aware of her girlfriend's pleasure as she was idly pumping her

living toy into her vagina: 'What's it like?' she asked with a dreamy murmur.

'It's lovely...sort of heavenly,' sighed Leola, 'I 'spose it's because it's a

real-live thing. Funny, really, boys being so small and us girls so big.'

'Yes, all to do with that nuclear stuff used years ago. We're like giantesses,

you know, that old classic, "Gulliver's Travels," but it's only girls who are

big. I'm going to try that...what you're doing with yours.'

Vicky slowly withdrew her stiffened mini-man and brought her knees up to expose

her anus. 'Hey,' she muttered as she started pushing his head against her

crinkled little hole, 'Supposing they die in our arse- holes? I mean, there's

not any air up there.'

'Oh, never mind that,' replied Leola uncaringly, 'My mum's got loads.'

Vicky gave a grunt as rammed the young fellow deep inside her. 'Aaaagh! Golly,

he must be right up in my.... Aaaaagh! It's gorgeous!'

Both miniature youths, set rigid with lacquer and bound with strands of hair

were used with girlish vigour as they were being pumped in and out of the girls'

bottoms with little or no regard for their suffering. There was only one thing

on the females' minds - to enjoy to the full that delirious sensation.

Leola was first to achieve her climax giving out short-sharp grunts and hoots.

She shoved the lad deep inside leaving only his feet exposed outside her

tightly-closed anus. She gave out one last grunt and straightened herself out,

her legs slightly bent at the knees and lying on her side.

The vivaceous Vicky soon followed her girlfriend's exhilarating fulfilment

emitting a series of convulsive gasps.

Gently they rolled into each other's arms. They kissed to seal their undying

love.

'Oooh...I can feel mine struggling for his life,' murmured Leola.

'Mmmm...me too,' murmured Vicky, 'But I think I ought to go to the lavvy.'

'Yeah, me, too,' muttered the other. 'Isn't it gorgeous though, feeling them up

there, struggling to live?'

They smiled lovingly into each other's eyes. Vicky stuck her tongue out and

persuaded Leola to do likewise. They sported with one another before clamping

their pretty mouths on the other's and lying there clasped together diregarding

the terror and anguish of the trapped youths. And then the hapless prisoners

went still. It seemed they had perished one way or the other.

Vicky was first to go to the lavatory. As she sat there relaxing herself a

delightful sensation tingled inside as she slowly ejected the youth from her

rectum. It felt exquisite as its lacquered body oozed past her anus. It fell

with a dull splash to be followed by further emissions. Leola, outside the door,

could hear her girlfriend's low grunts. 'Don't be long,' she whispered as loud

as she could so as not to disturb her mother.

Vicky smiled happily as they changed places: 'It was nice,' she said in a hushed

voice, 'But I think he's dead.' Leola merely smiled. What did it matter? She

looked down into the porcelain pan to see the doll-like youth standing upright

in the pool of murky, discoloured water. She couldn't say for sure whether he

was alive or not, but she didn't care. He was only a freak, one abnormal

creature among hundreds of thousands...none of them indispensible nowadays. She

sat and sent a deluge of piss over the fellow and then proceeded to emit the

figure from her bottom. She experienced the same pleasure as Vicky and in the

course of squeezing him out of her anus exclaimed aloud: 'Oooh...lovely!'

She wiped herself with tissues and was about to flush everything away but

suddenly had a thought...

They would make spiffing medallions!

The two pretty girls peered down at the messy figures, both standing upright.

'Who's going to fish them out?' murmured one. 'Oooh, I know, my mum's got some

washing-up gloves.' Leola had resolved that problem.

It was no trouble picking the soiled figures out, and neither rinsing them

thoroughly under the running tap or faucet. Both young fellows were, of course,

lifeless but it still necessitated swilling out their slack mouths, ears, hair

and nostrils. A quick rub over with soft towels and they were ready for the next

pro- cedure.

Leola rummaged through her jewellry-box and took out two slender chains of

silver with cheap pendants attached. She removed the trinkets while Vicky

sprayed the heads with more of the hair-lacquer.

'Right, are they ready?' asked Leola. Vicky passed her one and her girlfriend

used the clasp-ring to encircle the figure's neck. It made the perfect

medallion. Soon, the other was attached to the second chain and both girls

happily afixed them around their necks allowing the resin-coated objects to

dangle between their young breasts.

'We'll start a new fashion,' giggled Vicky gazing at herself in a large

looking-glass, 'It looks really snazzy.'

Leola came and stood beside her, her eyes twinkling with amusement. 'You know

something,' she said, 'I know what could make super earrings!' They both laughed

as they took off their bizarre necklaces and climbed very tired into the

double-bed.

'It's been great fun...' muttered one as both naked bodies pressed.

'Simply brill,' sighed the other.

Both girls' hands rested between the other's thighs as they fell into a blissful

sleep.

The end

 

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